Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: The Right Way #1
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“You’re asking me to teach you how to kiss?”
Narmi Draco shuddered as if utterly shocked.
Her silky silver hair stood on end like an angry serpent, bristling in surprise.
Of course it would.
Anyone would be flustered by a question like that.
But I couldn’t let her reaction throw me off.
“You’re an expert on romance, Lady Narmi. You must have plenty of experience with kisses.”
“…….”
Well, Narmi Draco? Would you drop the act now and admit your ignorance about love?
Or would you uphold your noble pride like a proper lady?
“F-Fine. I’ll teach you!”
Pride it is.
Even if she seemed lively and cheerful, Narmi Draco was still a proud noble at heart.
“…B-But not here! Not now! My sister might wake up! After classes start, first week, Wednesday! Meet me here then!”
With that, Narmi Draco bolted off somewhere with quick footsteps—tatadadat. I didn’t even have a chance to respond.
I’d half-hoped I could steal a kiss from her right here.
Looks like that was just my fantasy running wild at full throttle.
「Deceiving innocent lambs is no longer a challenge for you.
You gain job experience for ‘Actor’. +50」
Of course, Narmi Draco choosing to part ways quickly was a good thing for me too. I could hear heels clicking down the hallway from behind.
“What’s up, Theo? Wasn’t that Mirna? What were you two talking about?”
Elga had finished her business and emerged from the shadows toward the balcony staircase.
Her face looked refreshed now, free of the earlier blush or embarrassment.
“She didn’t do anything harmful to you, did she?”
“No. We just ran into each other on a walk. We didn’t talk much. Maybe a bit about the academy arc?”
“I see. Anyway, let’s head back. They might be waiting.”
“Sure. Oh, and from now on, we should avoid meeting alone outside like this. We could get caught.”
“Yeah, good idea.”
Her response was straightforward, but Elga’s voice didn’t sound entirely pleased. Full of dissatisfaction, maybe?
“Instead, are you free tonight?”
“Tonight?”
Elga glanced up at the sky beyond the balcony, where the moon was rising.
* * *
“Then, Your Majesty. Good night. I’ll visit your chambers first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Very well. I plan to tour the city during the day tomorrow, so accompany me.”
“Understood.”
Aira let out a big yawn—haaam—and slipped into bed, falling asleep. As always, once Aira was down, she wouldn’t wake easily.
Snooore, snooore.
I gazed down at Aira sleeping soundly with steady breaths.
Sliide.
Gently lifting the soft, light blanket revealed Aira’s figure in her silver negligee, fully exposed to my eyes.
Even lying down, her cleavage retained its firmness, her smooth, soft-looking thighs and calves, and her beautiful ankles all laid bare.
I wanted to touch her secretly while she slept—.
Such desire crept up on me.
Throb, throb. Pulsing.
Just the thought had my lower half surging skyward.
It had been building since earlier, my arousal bubbling under my thin skin, ready to burst.
But actually touching her? That might be too risky.
Even Aira would wake if someone touched her, right?
The moment my hand reached that chest, she’d open her eyes—slide—and stare at me with those obsidian-black pupils, and I’d scream.
So, swallowing my regret, I draped the blanket back over Aira’s body.
I had a chance to relieve this tonight.
A chance for a second round with Elga, maybe.
I slipped out of Aira’s chambers, evading prying eyes, and headed outside the grand temple. True to its religious nature, the temple had a space called the confessional.
Bustling with worshippers during the day, it emptied out at night, not a single monk in sight.
I’d scouted it the past few days.
Room 3, was it?
I flipped the sign on the confessional for room 3 to “Occupied.” A quick scan showed all twenty or so confessionals empty.
Sliide.
Inside, I caught my breath, heart pounding from sneaking out undetected.
Looking around, I saw the inscription: “Pray. Repent as if there is no tomorrow.” Next to it, a whip?
I’d heard some flogged themselves in penance.
The room was about the size of two personal bathroom stalls combined.
Perfect for one person kneeling in prayer—arms outstretched would fill it completely.
A single wall-mounted candle lit it up well enough to give you the idea.
Knock, knock.
Right then, someone rapped on the door.
━…Meow, meow.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and a woman in a deep hood like a nun’s entered.
With two in the cramped space, it felt packed, but that wasn’t important now.
“No one saw you?”
“Yeah. But what’s with the meow meow? I’m not a cat….”
Elga grumbled at our agreed passphrase.
“I think it’s cute.”
“Who asked? Anyway, why drag me here this late? I’ve got a busy day tomorrow and need sleep.”
Elga shrugged off her jumper-like robe, hanging it on the hook.
Revealing her red dress, her chest and figure on display—my cock hardened. Alone with a woman in a tight room at night.
Honestly, Elga had to have some idea why I called her.
She’d given tacit approval, right?
So, could I start groping those breasts now?
No, that couldn’t be.
Even with my limited romance experience, I knew sharing body heat required mood.
How do you create that mood?
“…Say something. Why’re you so quiet?”
Elga slid to her knees beside me. With neither of us speaking, the confessional was deathly silent.
Whoooosh—.
Even the wind outside was audible.
What do you talk about with a woman? I’d chatted easily with Aira or Elga about work.
But creating a romantic vibe alone together? No clue.
What would playboy Gold Theo say?
As I pondered acting again, Elga pointed at the wall with her finger.
“Look. One person per room.”
Her finger pointed to a sign.
‘Confessional Rules: One per room. Return whip after use. Replace candle from spares if needed—.’
“We’re both in here. Feels like we’re up to no good. This is a temple, you know. Sinning in a temple.”
True.
I could feel it too—like I was doing something very wicked right now.
We hadn’t done anything yet, but just being alone with Elga here felt like a grave sin.
And that feeling pumped adrenaline or endorphins, heightening excitement.
Maybe Elga felt it too.
Sliide.
I glanced at Elga’s profile as she looked around. Under the candlelight, her golden lashes sparkled long and lovely.
“We’re not gonna get divine punishment, are we?”
“We haven’t done anything yet.”
“Yet? So you’re planning to do something…?”
Her quiet question eroded my self-control. I racked my brain, but—
Man and woman. Alone.
Cramped room.
These keywords merged, making restraint impossible. So, I gently placed my hand on the back of Elga’s hand on the floor.
Sliide.
“W-What’re you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“You lunatic, this is a temple! A confessional…!”
“Just holding hands?”
“…….”
To her furrowed brow, I added,
“Joking.”
Then, I slowly leaned toward Elga. Unlike before, I took the initiative this time, bringing my lips to hers.
She didn’t resist, parting her lips softly to accept me. My tongue slipped in.
“Haa, hmm, slurp.”
Our breaths grew ragged, and from there, words were unnecessary as everything escalated.
Sliide.
Elga lay back on the rough blanket of the confessional floor.
I straddled her, slipping my hand under her dress from below.
“Eek…! Your palm’s cold, idiot!”
“It’ll warm up soon.”
My hand trailed up her thigh, brushing Elga’s firm belly.
Abs?
Now that I noticed, Elga’s stomach was smooth and toned, not soft. Come to think of it, I’d never seen her fully naked.
I pulled away from her lips and said to Elga, who looked up at me with moist, hazy eyes,
“Lady Elga, could you take it all off? I want to see every part of you.”