Chapter 108
Chapter 108
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 108
Chapter Title: Secret Room #4
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〈 Chapter 107 〉 Secret Room #4
Chapter 108 ? Secret Room #4
Mirna had given me permission to touch her breasts.
I’d said it myself, but honestly, I couldn’t help feeling a bit of shock like, “Wow, she’s actually allowing this.”
Of course, that surprise took a backseat to the urgency of seizing the moment before she changed her mind.
So I moved behind Mirna, had her lean her body slightly against me as she sat, and slowly reached out with my hand.
“Creator of all things, purify me with Your will….”
As I moved my hand toward Mirna’s breasts, she quietly closed her eyes and recited a prayer in a very soft voice.
Was she repenting for her own actions?
I didn’t care either way. Finally, I grasped those round, swollen mounds over her blouse, squeezing them firmly.
Srrk.
Knead, knead.
The soft sensation wrapped in fabric felt pretty damn good. I imagined it would be even better on bare skin, but that might be asking too much right now.
“Because I fear no evil in the darkest valley, for the Creator watches over me with eyes like blazing flames, in His glory and….”
Mirna’s lips continued reciting the prayer in a flat, monotone rhythm, like she was chanting a spell to erect a barrier in her mind.
It almost felt like she was saying, “There’s nothing lewd about this act, so go ahead and enjoy it on your own.”
Knead, knead.
I circled my hands around her breasts, rubbing them in slow spirals.
It felt more tantalizing this way than just squeezing them mechanically, like giving her breasts a full massage.
“Eut-.”
At that moment, Mirna’s prayer cut off.
Her neck was flushed red-hot, as if slapped by a palm, and her ears peeking through her silver hair were tomato-red.
I nipped her earlobe with my lips.
“Ahut….”
Her body trembled and convulsed in my arms. Were her ears an erogenous zone?
I nibbled her earlobe with my lips or licked it slyly with my tongue, all while my hands kept kneading her breasts without pause.
With every motion, her body grew warmer, like steamed buns fresh from the basket, and hot breaths escaped her lips instead of prayers.
“Throne of heaven, and…, eut, the higher orders…, heut….”
Seizing the moment, I pressed my lips to the nape of her neck and the curve of her shoulder.
As my soft lips touched her delicate, porcelain-like skin, Mirna gripped the back of my hand—the one on her breast—so tightly.
“Eueu….”
Thanks to my lecherous class trait, I quickly pinpointed her erogenous zones: the nape of her neck, ears, and such from the back.
Stimulating those spots would be great, but instinct told me that to truly conquer Mirna, I needed to target something even more vital than her body.
Her heart.
So I asked her.
“Are you feeling desire too, Lady Mirna? Your body’s burning up.”
“W-Who’s feeling desire? My heart is always serene and peaceful, filled with pious faith like a calm wave. Unlike a hollow pretender like you, Theo Gospel.”
Even as she trembled under my kneading hands over her clothes, her words rang out as saintly as any holy woman’s.
How exhilarating would it feel to claim this Mirna and plant my flag atop her? Even the lingering spirits of fallen Angmar would rejoice.
But I masked those thoughts and replied calmly.
“Truly, you are devout, Lady Mirna. So no matter how hard I try, it’s impossible to stir lust in your heart.”
With that, I redoubled my efforts on her nape, ears, and breasts.
She spoke calmly, but as a human, she couldn’t possibly feel nothing from my touch.
Sizzle.
Sure enough, beads of sweat began seeping from her nape, proving my efforts weren’t in vain.
Our rising excitement was heating us up—or maybe even the cool air deep in Angmar’s dungeon felt tepid now.
“Eut….”
* * *
Mirna Draco.
She was a woman of such profound faith that she could boast of her piety before God.
That devotion had kept her ignorant of men, and men ignorant of her body.
The sexual was one and the same with the sacred.
It should be a secret, cautious rite on the wedding night, bound by sacred vows—never excited or lewd.
At least, that’s what Mirna Draco believed. Her life had always kept sexuality at arm’s length, with zero interest.
But her sister Narmi had been different.
Bright, cheerful, and endlessly curious, Narmi was interested in everything in the world.
One day, discovering a book Narmi had hidden, Mirna felt her hair stand on end.
—Why does something this irreverent exist…?
The title: *Frey’s 50 Prayer Methods*.
Its contents chronicled the utterly reckless escapades of novice nun Frey, hired as a temporary cleaner in an all-male monastery.
Austere and conservative in matters of romance, Mirna couldn’t believe her eyes.
Women’s breasts swell beautifully to feed their future children someday. Why would a grown man touch them instead?
That very thought resurfaced now.
Because Mirna was living through Frey’s experiences that day.
Srrk, knead, knead, knead.
The man clinging to her back had slipped his hand inside her clothes, now kneading her bare breasts.
Having her breasts fondled by a man felt like her purity and faith were being sullied by dirty hands.
“Uhk….”
But she couldn’t resist easily. Never-before-felt sensations shook her mind with merciless intensity.
‘My strength… it’s fading.’
Each time his lips touched her ear, his hot breath wetted her earlobe, she felt countless sparks racing from her waist to her head.
She’d lived just over twenty years without knowing her ears or neck could evoke such feelings.
Then his fingers brushed something sensitive and erect on her breast.
“Ahng….”
Mirna nearly clapped her hand over her mouth in shock at the unintended sound from her lips.
It was so bizarre, lewd, irreverent—like something straight out of Narmi’s hidden books.
She’d thought such sounds exaggerated to defile divine piety.
But hearing herself make them, she had to admit they were real.
“Eut, heung, heut….”
Yet her lofty pride and faith couldn’t tolerate anyone hearing such lascivious noises.
Fortunately, the foolish half-fairy wasn’t noticing her leaking moans.
Mirna desperately tried reciting prayers to act unaffected. But no verses, no scriptures, no incantations came to mind.
Only the vivid sensations of his hands and lips sweeping her body grew stronger in her thoughts.
Only then did she understand.
This was truly dangerous.
Srrk.
Then she felt his hand delving between her thighs.
The jolt was like lightning; electric tingles enveloped her, making her body quiver.
“Nghauut…!”
Tremble, tremble.
Mirna Draco felt as if her body were floating weightlessly in the air.
Her legs and thighs shook uncontrollably, everything above her waist drifting upward in a bizarre sensation.
‘I have to… stop this—.’
Only then could she admit she’d stepped too far into forbidden territory.
Her faith, everything she’d upheld, might crumble entirely. But her mouth wouldn’t open easily.
Though she hadn’t shown it, Mirna feared dying trapped in this secret room. Feared there might be no tomorrow.
Feared a life without marriage, family, children, or knowing a man.
To discover such feelings at the end.
For Mirna, stopping wasn’t so simple.
But she was someone who could say no when it mattered.
“N-No more—. Anything beyond this… we mustn’t. It’s a sacred rite allowed only to the wedded.”
She declared firmly.
The man replied lightly.
“Then let’s get married here.”
* * *
Mirna didn’t resist even when I slipped inside her clothes to knead her bare breasts. She was lost in the ongoing caresses, no doubt.
Emboldened, I wondered if I could go further and reached for her lower half. The moment I brushed something subtly raised beneath her damp underwear.
Tremble, tremble.
Seeing her shake violently, moaning “Ah, aang, aut,” I panicked. I’d gotten carried away and made a huge mistake.
But Mirna soon snapped to and mumbled something.
“N-No more—. Anything beyond—, mustn’t—. Only for the wedded—.”
What was she saying?
Even my sharp fairy ears couldn’t parse her panting words.
Roughly guessing, it was something like “What comes next is only for married people.”
So I told her.
“Then let’s get married here.”
“Hing, hut, hat…!”
Mirna let out a weird noise like a dog with a cold. I thought maybe I misheard, but no—it was just bizarre.
Srrk.
I turned Mirna Draco’s shoulders to face her.
Her red eyes glistened with misty sorrow. Her face flushed, on the verge of tears.
I looked straight into those eyes and said.
“Miss Mirna, be my wife. I mean it. Let’s revive our house together. I’m confident I can do anything for that.”
“…….”
Mirna said nothing, glancing around furtively. Then, in a shrinking voice, as if grasping at an excuse.
“Get Narmi’s permission….”
“Not Miss Narmi—I’m asking you, Lady Mirna.”
“Me…?”
“Yes. Because it’s you here before me, not Miss Narmi.”
It was a shabby proposal, no fancy elephant or treasure chest.
But Mirna’s anxious eyes settled, and she closed them as if resolving herself, then asked me.
“Truly, for the house’s revival. Will you strive with me through anything?”
“Yes.”
*It’s the Angmar house,* but I kept that to myself.
“…….”
Mirna’s eyes widened as if moved by my resolve, meeting my gaze.
Srrk.
Slowly, I eased her shoulders down, laying her on my Angmar robe spread across the floor.
In the torchlight, Mirna’s body trembled.
And so did mine.