Chapter 109
Chapter 109
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 109
Chapter Title: Secret Room # (Interlude)
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“Miss Mirna, I’ll go ahead and take off your clothes since they might get dirty.”
Rustle, rustle.
My heart pounds like crazy, wondering what if Mirna refuses and says no.
But fortunately, even as her blouse comes off and her pale skin is fully exposed, she doesn’t stop me or protest.
She just covers her eyes with her crossed arms in front of her face.
She must be embarrassed.
How intriguing.
There really is such a thing as a special situation.
Like the suspension bridge effect.
Who would’ve ever thought an orphan commoner like me would end up promised in marriage to a nobly raised noble lady? And it’s all thanks to this secret room.
A man and woman trapped in a secret room.
That childish fantasy is now happening right in front of me.
“Ugh-.”
Just as I’m pulling off her undergarments, a groan escapes Mirna Draco’s lips. The sensation of her damp panties being tugged down from under her uniform skirt must have been quite unpleasant.
I’d love to caress and examine her body at length, but the truth is, Mirna’s current judgment and actions stem entirely from her ‘unstable mentality.’
Not knowing when she might snap out of it and change her mind, I hastily spread her legs slightly apart like an impatient virgin and shove the thing from between my lowered pants into her.
“H-Hey, stop-.”
Squelch.
“Uwaaah-!”
Mirna moves as if to stop me urgently, but perhaps because I’d spent over thirty minutes licking and stroking her breasts and nape beforehand.
My thing slides smoothly into her tight entrance, from the head to midway up the shaft.
Squish.
“Ugh…!”
Of course, as expected from a virgin, the tightness is intense, but the sticky, wet mucous membranes clenching around my thing feel incredibly good.
I wish I had more time to savor it slowly.
“Hahk, haa, stop, now-. I told you to stop….”
Mirna Draco changes her words as if regretting her choice. But I overlay my body on hers and thrust my thing even more vigorously to the hilt.
“Ugh!”
“You can’t take it back now, Miss Mirna. Your purity has already been defiled.”
To a religious person, purity holds tremendous significance.
It might be an exaggeration, but it’s sometimes equated with ‘life itself.’ Once lost, it’s meaningless.
Give up.
With that sentiment, I stroke Mirna Draco’s head gently.
“With this, Miss Mirna and I are truly husband and wife now.”
“…….”
Mirna Draco says nothing.
She just lies there limp and listless, dazed and lifeless somewhere. Losing her purity must have been that shocking.
Maybe she’s even feeling wise-man time because it was defiled by a commoner like me whose lineage is unknown.
Suddenly, I grow intensely curious how Mirna’s attitude would change if I revealed my true identity now.
Of course, it’s not the time yet.
Squelch, squelch, squish.
I slowly move the thing I’d buried deep inside Mirna’s vagina.
Slosh, slosh.
Wanting to see her jiggling breasts, I push up her undergarments and expose her pretty ones.
Smaller than Elga’s, but perfectly shaped like teardrops, balanced beautifully. The areolas are small, pale pink in color. Pure.
I wanted to see her privates too, but I held back, fearing her guard would shoot up suddenly and she’d refuse altogether.
Splash, splash.
As I thrust my thing between Mirna’s thighs, I knead her breasts with both hands.
“Lady Mirna’s body feels too good.”
My words aren’t a lie. Mirna’s body clings so slickly and wetly to my thing that I feel like I could cum any second.
Yet Mirna just gazes off to the side with unfocused eyes, her expression hollow and forlorn as she stares into space.
“…Just finish it quickly.”
Not feeling much?
It’d be better if we both enjoyed it together.
So, to make Mirna feel good, I move my hand.
Then, I lightly flick and stroke the protruding something above where her entrance grips my thing with my index finger.
“Ugh, hngh-.”
Her body, which had shown no reaction until now, twitches slightly.
The way her insides clench and spasm shows she’s clearly feeling sexual pleasure too. She was just ignoring it due to the shock of deflowering.
Squelch, squish. Squish. Thrust, thrust. Squish.
I want to spray my semen inside Mirna right away. I’ve grown eager to creampie her quickly and impregnate her.
“Miss Mirna, we’re husband and wife now, right?”
“…….”
Mirna doesn’t answer this time either.
She doesn’t want my child?
She probably wants to invalidate this marriage.
I don’t want to force someone who hates me to bear my child. I want her to want it herself and raise it.
In my plans, it’s crucial that they desire to bear my children of their own accord.
So, I lean my body toward Mirna’s face.
Then, I press my lips to hers, extend my tongue, and probe inside her mouth.
Smooch, smack.
Accept me already.
But Mirna doesn’t respond much to my kiss.
“…….”
She just clamps her mouth shut in resistance.
Somehow, it feels like the distance between us has grown even farther than before I took her.
Whether Mirna wants it or not, I’m her husband now. Does she not realize sulking like this can’t undo what’s done?
To ingrain that in her, I decide to make her fully realize who’s on top of her.
“For an orphan like me to join with the noble lady of the Draco family. It’s like a dream. This chest, these lips—they’re all mine now, right?”
“…….”
* * *
The man is panting on top of her body.
“An orphan like me-. Noble-. Lady-. Lips-. All mine-.”
He tries to say something, but it just comes out as muffled gasps.
To be honest, Mirna was in shock.
The shock of losing her purity and plummeting into an endless abyss. The guilt of accidentally allowing something she shouldn’t have.
And even a sense of dread that the man panting atop her belly had transformed into something different from the naive half-elf she knew.
As if sensing a kind of ‘malice’ from the man.
She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but clearly, this man was reveling in the pleasure and thrill of destroying her. His earlier clumsy demeanor was gone.
Only then did Mirna suddenly realize what people called this man.
Yoseung (妖僧).
That was the nickname.
Looking back now, everything seemed off. Why had she, who avoided men, allowed this one to get so close?
Why had his stories rung so clearly in her ears and mind?
The secret room.
The man’s pleas.
Thinking that way, it felt like she’d fallen into an elaborately laid trap, making her desperate to escape this situation.
But her purity was already defiled. Without consulting her sister Narmi, she’d recklessly given her body.
It was something her usual self would never do.
Something was wrong-.
Yet with no way to fix it now, she could only hope this bizarre scene of depravity would end soon.
Could she live eternally as husband and wife with this unknown man? No, Mirna no longer had confidence in that.
Eek-.
Then the man shuddered. The memory of peeking at Narmi’s book flashes faintly in her mind.
He came.
Is it over now?
But one thing differed from Mirna’s thoughts: the man pulled out and ejaculated outside.
“…….”
“…….”
Neither the man nor Mirna spoke further. They just silently huddle against the wall. Mirna glances down at the bloodstains on her pristine white robe.
Only then do faint, throbbing pains begin assaulting her lower abdomen.
With the deed done, her halted sensations and emotions come rushing back like a whirlwind.
“Eek-.”
It hurt more than expected. But beyond that, no other impressions. The purity she’d guarded her whole life turned out to be surprisingly just pain and nothing more.
That realization sparks a sudden curiosity.
“Why outside…?”
Rustle.
In response, the man leans against the wall.
“Well-.”
He starts to say something but clamps his mouth shut. Strangely, that leaves Mirna unable to do anything but listen.
“Well, an unwanted child being born is an unhappy thing.”
“…….”
“I know well. I was abandoned, after all. Surely, I was an unwanted birth.”
Puzzled at first, she recalls the surname ‘Gospel’ attached to his name.
The surname given to orphans raised by the church. Those with such names mostly live unhappy lives. He must have too.
The man says,
“Miss Mirna, I know you don’t like me. I was abandoned by my parents too. No one will ever truly love me.”
“That’s….”
“Maybe they wished I’d never been born. That’s why they abandoned me. If a child of yours and mine were born here, that child would feel the same as me.”
“…….”
Mirna can’t respond. As if not expecting one, the man just concludes flatly.
“Let’s call this marriage off. But I’ll never forget today’s grace for the rest of my life.”
It feels like her innermost thoughts have been laid bare, leaving her more exposed than naked.
She’s already half-naked, but this is worse—her heart stripped raw, intensely embarrassing.
Yet she’s not the only one exposed.
The man, who’d spouted nothing but distasteful lies and excuses until now, seems to have bared everything for the first time.
Like a tough shell hiding something soft and tender inside. His inner self feels like a fragile rabbit soul huddled away.
As a Draco lady sensitive to spirits and souls, her words ring true. Something white and innocent dwells within him.
But it feels ephemeral, like something not of this world, ready to vanish any moment.
So, unconsciously, Mirna pulls the man into an embrace. To keep him from disappearing. To not be left alone in this cramped secret room.
“No one should wish they hadn’t been born. We all exist here by great design. Surely, there’s a plan for you too….”
As she speaks, something flashes in Mirna’s mind.
Perhaps her meeting with this man truly is fate.
A man ignorant of familial love. And herself, who lost her family.
Maybe their union was predestined from the universe’s beginning, fulfilled here.
It must be.
This man, finger-pointed as a villain by all, appearing before her—surely no coincidence.
Guiding him to the right path, reforming and enlightening him—might that be her mission?
That thought dissolves her prior disgust, making his small back and trembling shoulders seem pitiable.
So, unconsciously, Mirna kisses him. The chill fades, warmth reignites—.
Before long, Mirna rests her hand on his nape, drawing him atop her. She parts her legs slightly, opening her heart to let him enter.
“Lady Mirna-.”
“It’s fine. We’re husband and wife.”
To the hesitant man, Mirna offers encouragement. She genuinely wants to be his family. As his swollen thing pushes into her belly-.
“Hngk.”
A tremor runs through Mirna at a sensation worlds apart from her dazed first time. Fresh pain rattles her head.
To forget it, she clutches his shoulders tight, wraps her legs around his waist, pressing herself flush against him.
Squish.
“Haa, ugh-.”
A groan slips out at the pain of something pounding into her.
Then the man, as if fueled by it, ravages all of her with renewed vigor.
Squish, squish, slurp slurp, squish squish.
Each time his thick thing stirs her insides, the pain fades, and something tickling from her lower belly spreads through her body.
“Ngh, hngh, ahng, hngk, eek. Haaangh-.”
Her whole body tingles.
Like floating on clouds, soaring endlessly.
Is this sexual pleasure?
It feels good, but there’s a slight disappointment of ‘this is it?’
Rather, the greatest joy isn’t the carnal pleasure but the unity of becoming one with the soul trembling in her arms.
Mutual affection confirmed, flaws complementing to form one— that oneness brings profound peace.
“Lady Mirna-. I’m, I’m about to cum soon. You need to move your hands and legs away….”
“Ngh, haa, ugh. It’s fine. Inside is okay. Even if a baby comes.”
Splurt. Splurt, squish.
Lewd sounds she’d never imagine from her body accompany the man atop her gasping heavily.
Moments later.
“Eek-.”
The man freezes like he’s been stabbed in the back.
A hot, churning mana overflows from her lower belly; simultaneously, he goes limp atop her like he’s lost all strength.
This is ejaculation-?
It differs from what Mirna imagined.
She thought a man’s climax was like a wild horse bucking madly, but surprisingly, it’s serene and quiet.
Yet the mana flooding her body through his ejaculation is pure and potent. Because he’s a half-elf?
“…….”
Having unleashed once, the man breathes evenly in her arms.
“Sleepy?”
Watching him, Mirna feels a bit dumbfounded.
What, is he really asleep?
It annoys her somehow, so she pinches his cheek, but he reacts like a corpse. Strangely, his cheek stretches so much. Skin like a baby’s. The addictive pull keeps her tugging for minutes.
“No, this isn’t the time.”
Mirna snaps to and releases his cheek.
Given the mana he expended, passing out isn’t surprising.
Shall I wake him? But curiosity about his true nature and intentions grips Mirna Draco. She gathers mana in both hands and grips his head.
A skill usable at Dark Priest level 9.
Mind Scan.
She resolves to use it.
Impossible on a fully alert mind, but with him drained and asleep, she can delve deep.
Perhaps even tweak his mind to her liking.
So, Mirna grasps his small head and infuses mana.
But at that instant, something incredibly powerful repels her mind. A mental barrier.
“……?”
Bounced back unexpectedly, Mirna tries repeatedly to enter his head but fails each time.
She realizes someone implanted a strong, complex mental protection spell in his mind.
His head is a secret room darker and more impenetrable than this cramped one itself.
Why on earth?