Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: It Wasn't Because I Wanted To (6)
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Love is a process, and the only tool to seize it is obsession. Constantly yearning, pleading even if your insides turn to ash.
When you desire nothing, wander without greed. But once something catches your eye, pour everything in without regretting the sacrifice.
No one had taught her this, but Marren harbored it unconsciously in her heart.
Whether it stemmed from her surroundings or because she had inherited the Mayribel blood more thickly than anyone else, one thing was certain: right now, in this moment, she was utterly delighted.
"Nothing beats letting your emotions show, huh."
"Suddenly?"
Kim Geon-ho, unaware of Marren's inner thoughts, voiced his confusion at her abrupt remark.
"Yeah, it's nothing."
Marren shook her head with a beaming smile, as if it were truly no big deal.
Once something sparked desire, she would do her utmost to claim it. That was the mindset of Marren, who had inherited the Mayribel blood most purely.
'Is it really okay to have sex with the daughter of the house in their bath?'
The reason this thought crossed his mind mid-act was utterly random. As her cascading hair annoyed him, he reached up to tidy it, and his gaze drifted upward.
At the end of that gaze, on the ceiling, the Mayribel family crest was elegantly embossed. What had been a space for wild, messy sex until moments ago instantly transformed into someone else's bathroom.
'Nah, the bath's just so huge it messed with my senses for a sec.'
He hadn't even met the family head yet, but he already felt like he should call him "Father" instead of "Lord."
"Geon-ho, what's up?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
Marren, noticing him pause after she'd been eagerly sucking moments before, asked curiously.
Of course, he had no intention of stopping, so he put on a nonchalant face and dove back in.
"But how'd you skip out on the academy?"
"Huh?"
"They don't usually just let you off easy like that."
"Oh... I don't know the details, but they know my situation at the academy."
That made perfect sense.
With his curiosities cleared up, he promptly lifted Marren's body a bit and chomped down on her breast.
"Ahh... You really love my tits."
What man in the world hated breasts?
Besides, no man who hated tits large enough for the other one to brush his cheek while sucking one even existed. If he did, he'd be impotent.
He leaned his upper body against the bath wall and lifted Marren slightly with his thighs.
"Hng... Hn... This position's still hard to get used to."
"So you hate it?"
"No, I love how close we can get."
As if on cue, Marren wrapped herself around him as tightly as possible, leaving no gap for water to slip between.
Smack. Smack.
The wet sounds of their bodies sticking and peeling apart seeped into his ears differently from usual.
Just hearing the squelching alone conjured a vivid image of Marren's naked body.
And her soft, springy flesh had this pull that sucked him right in.
Squelch.
"Hnn... Ah... You always poke right there..."
"You love it most here."
"Th-that's true, but... if you always hit there... I can't lift my head..."
Hard to see your face, she meant.
Hah... Hah...
Marren panted excitedly, barely finishing her sentence.
This reaction the instant he hit her sweet spot never got old, no matter how many times he saw it.
Her lust-glazed eyes glistened, and her tongue from those red lips sucked in air to steady her ragged breaths.
Pink strands clung messily to her lips like a curtain over her face.
Who wouldn't feel possessive seeing this?
'Thank god it's my second life.'
Otherwise, he'd probably chase her tail all day.
"So when do we kiss?"
"...?"
What the hell?
As they tangled fiercely, Marren finally caught her breath enough to rest her hand on his shoulder and speak.
"I mean, usually... close friends do stuff like cheek kisses, right?"
She'd seen it in books and dramas, and cultural differences played a part too.
She grew flustered mid-sentence, embarrassed.
She'd openly masturbated for him, shown up boldly for sex in the bath.
But bring up kissing, and she squirmed like this?
Women's hearts were unknowable, but he'd exploit it a little here.
"Kissing is part of getting close, yeah."
"R-really?"
"Ever seen me lie?"
"No, never."
Slap! Slap!
Splash splash.
"Ahh...! S-suddenly... ah...!"
He ramped up the pace right then, seizing control of the conversation. Anything but sex talk during sex would bend to his will anyway.
Marren, clinging, burying her face in his shoulder, biting his neck or clawing his back, had no control from the start.
"But my idea of 'close' is a bit different. I haven't kissed anyone yet."
"R-really...? Me neither... Sex is my first too... You're my first for all this... Ah... Hn... Ahh... Can't... talk... properly..."
"When we get even closer later, we'll kiss then."
Sex without holding hands or kissing wasn't incomprehensible. Sex could be casual, but those two were for lovers in love.
So he dangled himself as bait, reeling Marren in gently. Not for anything malicious.
Just precautions, since a loose leash might lead to unpredictable chaos.
A rich girl chasing what she wants could cause massive fallout.
Better to keep her in his palm, roll her gently even if risky.
"How much later? When?"
"No fun if you know now."
Thrust! Thrust!
"Kyaa... Hn, hnn... Ah!"
Slap! Slap!
Splashhhh.
Even in the vast bath, his rough movements sent water spilling over relentlessly.
Fluids streamed down Marren's thighs—bathwater or her own juices, impossible to tell—while their sticky, lust-slicked bodies peeled apart with wet pops only to slam back together.
Like two snakes mating, it felt eternal until an intruder halted it abruptly.
Knock knock.
"Pardon the interruption during your rest. The family head instructed me to inform you to come to the reception room once you've rested sufficiently."
"Hic!"
Marren stifled a gasp in shock at the servant's voice from outside.
"Geon-ho...?"
"Ah, just taking a cold shower. Got it."
"Yes, sorry for disturbing you."
The servant paused at the faint moan but left after his reply.
"You're insane! Seriously..."
Marren removed her hand from her mouth and scolded him immediately.
"Why? It was fun."
"..."
She'd startled not at the voice, but because he'd instantly rubbed her clit to orgasm right then.
Unable to answer properly, she glanced down shyly, eyeing her clit and his hand alternately.
At that blatant signal for more, he grinned wickedly.
"Gotta finish what we started before we go."
I didn't cum inside, but I'll wring you out, so don't worry.
With that, thick moans echoed nonstop from the bath.
After wrapping things up in the bath, he headed straight to the reception room.
There, the Mayribel family head sat leisurely in the head seat, awaiting him.
'This is unexpected.'
No matter how serious the issue, he hadn't imagined the family head waiting for a mere cadet.
He masked his surprise as Radwell Mayribel rose and offered a handshake.
Grip.
Expecting a light clasp, Radwell squeezed hard as he spoke.
"I heard you're my daughter's friend. If it doesn't bother you, how about we drop the formalities?"
"Ah... Yes, I'd prefer that."
"I should introduce myself—sorry for the delay. I'm Radwell, head of the Mayribel family. Call me... hmm..."
He pondered briefly.
Geon-ho answered unconsciously.
"How about Father...?"
Squeeze!
"No, absolutely not. Just call me Family Head."
"Ah, yes sir."
Hadn't he just gripped hard at "Father"? It was a vise that could've crushed an untrained man's hand.
Dismissing it as imagination, he released the handshake and sat facing Radwell.
"Jumping straight to heavy topics feels off, so let's start light."
"Ah... Sure, sounds good."
Icebreaker? Whatever, it didn't matter.
But Radwell's words were anything but light.
"Straight to the point: what's going on with you and my daughter? She's shy, yet she talks about you often."
What would Kim Geon-ho say here?
What should the Mountain Lords' wastrel son reply?
'Time to seize control.'
The essence of negotiation: rattle the opponent into irrationality.
Asking this now meant much was already swayed his way.
"We've gone all the way."
It wasn't because I wanted to.
Of course, the Mountain Lords' wastrel son must embody invincible bravado in such matters.