Chapter 70
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Naughty Lingerie
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Heila's handjob declaration.
A statement that even made me doubt for a moment if I'd heard her wrong.
But that doubt vanished completely the instant her hand slipped boldly into the waistband of my pants.
'Impatience... something like that.'
The other girls had been advancing things full steam ahead, while my fiancée hadn't been able to do a thing.
I could understand why she'd feel anxious about it.
But still.
"You don't have to do it like this."
Did we really have to match their pace exactly? Or rather, what even made "progress" so important?
I pulled Heila's hand out and gently repositioned it in a more proper spot.
Sure, my lust button had been pushed, but that didn't mean I wanted to create a steamy situation right here and now.
"Huh?"
"We're going to get closer over time anyway, so we'll end up doing it plenty. No need to rush."
Everyone has their own pace when it comes to romance.
Sure, some aggressive types might say, "So what, hold hands on day 100? Sex on day 200? You gonna schedule it out?"
Even without those extremes, there was a natural flow to physical intimacy.
For Marren, mixing bodies first fit her tempo.
Airi's was kissing when emotions exploded.
"We won't have to worry about 'someone groping another woman's husband' anymore, since we'll be sleeping together soon anyway, right?"
Staying over here meant exactly that—pure, innocent sleeping.
"It's not that you lack charm or that I don't feel that way about you. It's just... well..."
I wanted to say there was no need to force it.
I wasn't going anywhere, and I wasn't about to vanish.
"Mm... I get it."
Heila seemed to understand, her face calming as she leaned her head lightly against my shoulder.
"...I thought you were some total pervert, but you're not just that."
"..."
I didn't have much ground to argue that point, but I wasn't some horny monkey either.
The days of getting horny anytime, anywhere and just going for it were over.
'Besides, relationships built purely on the body can be pretty unstable.'
Connections of the heart.
I hadn't understood it before, but in the loneliness of my first playthrough where no one came to save me, I'd realized its meaning.
How vital bonds were, how pushing forward while trusting each other created real strength.
Knowing that let me make this choice.
Of course, cases like Marren—starting physical and letting it seep into the mind—existed.
But honestly, that was only possible because she was a special case like 'Marren.'
"Then this really is a pure date! Pure!"
Heila emphasized "pure" twice.
She must have really been stressing over the physical progress issue.
'Cute.'
So aloof and noble around others, but only cute with me.
Her massive gap moe was utterly lovable.
'A girl who probably wasn't great at skinship to begin with, and she's putting in real effort.'
I'd thought of it as a simple pre-engagement date.
Seeing how much more she'd agonized over it than I'd expected made me feel sorry.
Shwaaaaa—!
Splash, splash!
No matter what Heila and I were up to, the sailboat was steadily following its set route.
When the boat rocked, we held each other.
When water splashed, we wiped it off each other and chuckled softly.
A seamless string of actions any lovers might naturally do.
As academy students, stuff like this should've been scary, but right now, I just wanted to feel like an ordinary person purely enjoying the amusement park.
How long did we play like that?
The sailboat that had seemed eternal brought us back to where we'd started.
[Did you have fun? Thank you for enjoying Viking's Adventure!]
As soon as the guidance voice ended, the safety bar that had lowered rose again.
The moment we got off the sailboat, Heila immediately asked what I wanted to do.
"It's our first time at an amusement park in ages—what do you want to do?"
What I wanted to do, huh.
They say the guy who's eaten dog meat knows how to eat it best.
With all my prior knowledge, jumping into the real thing made my body tense up instead.
Too many options, and nothing popped into mind first.
"Me? I dunno... endless possibilities."
So I mumbled vaguely.
Heila gave a spot-on response, like she'd read my mood perfectly.
"Then let's do them one by one. We can play endlessly until closing time!"
"Sounds good?"
One by one, huh.
'Then first...'
Maybe start with the carousel—I'd always wanted to ride one as a kid.
That thought crossed my mind.
'...He's a deeper person than I thought.'
When she'd offered a handjob on the sailboat.
Honestly, Heila had expected her husband to say he liked it and turn the mood steamy right away.
That's the kind of guy she'd thought he was—the one who'd groped her breasts openly, claiming it wasn't a public spot.
But he'd reacted completely differently, surprising her.
People can't change overnight; it was practically a law of nature.
So Heila realized her husband had always been this kind of person deep down.
'Then what were those wastrel years?'
The world buzzed with theories: acting to build up his power reveal.
Or the Mountain Lord's design for constant twists from start to finish.
But Heila believed there was no lie in that wastrel act.
Maybe twisted affection manifesting as rough behavior.
She knew all too well the situations an heir to the family faced.
Deep down, she'd pitied her husband a bit.
Maybe that's why she hadn't rejected the marriage proposal outright.
Sharing that sense of kinship, but if it had gone astray, why?
'Who knew a relationship sparked by human curiosity would lead this far.'
Heila tightly hugged her husband's waist and glanced up at his face.
"Wow, it's definitely not fast."
Wanting the carousel wasn't weird.
But for a grown man to pick it first? Must stem from childhood deprivation.
Even someone this sturdy and carefree had wounds.
This wasn't just Heila guessing—it closely matched Kim Geon-ho's actual feelings.
Possessed out of nowhere, lived flattened down until killed by his adoptive father.
Second playthrough: vowed never again, charged ahead like a racehorse.
He might feel fine, but those around him saw deep unease.
Subtle flickers, but there.
Heila, in a similar spot, understood perfectly.
"Wanna ride the teacups after this?"
"Nah, that'd make me too dizzy."
Viking was fine, though?
Heila nodded at his words and agreed.
'He's such a delicate guy.'
Some things only show when you're alone.
The real stuff that slips out when tension eases.
Heila didn't show it, but being with Kim Geon-ho made him seem profoundly sad.
Normally, such thoughts wouldn't linger.
But his unconscious choices were all affection-themed.
Carousel first, then photos together, watching animals with someone.
Desperately reclaiming normalcy from a life far from ordinary.
Kim Geon-ho was a bit off-kilter somewhere.
"Whoa, with no one else around, we just hop right on."
We rode everything we wanted, enjoyed the attractions, watched the parade—and still had time left.
Amusement parks were half waiting normally; without that, the pace flew.
Suddenly, time hung awkwardly.
'Huh? What now?'
She'd been escorting him so far, but only for 'amusement park' stuff.
Heila panicked; she knew zilch about dating.
But.
"Wanna head to the lodging since we've seen it all?"
Kim Geon-ho was a pro at this.
"L-Lodging?"
"Yeah, we'll sleep together tonight, but we need to wash up separately first."
Separate rooms booked.
Even as fiancés, privacy mattered.
Showering together out of nowhere? Kinda ridiculous.
Hence the separate rooms.
"Why book separate rooms?"
Heila didn't like it.
"Huh?"
"We're getting married—why separate? We'll live in the same space every day anyway."
"Well... we're not engaged yet, and..."
"Seriously! Sometimes you're weirdly conservative."
Not with the other girls—sucking and biting—now this?
Did he think her handjob push was too much, causing aversion?
Heila sidled up to Kim Geon-ho and whispered in his ear.
"Um, today... I wore naughty lingerie... You don't wanna see?"
Whoosh!
"Eek!"
Kim Geon-ho instantly grabbed her waist and bolted for the hotel.
'Heila's naughty lingerie.'
Forget food or whatever—curiosity was killing him.