Chapter 170
Chapter 170
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 170
Chapter Title: Oppa Request and Silvesta Invitation
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“…Sorry.”
After the illusion ended, Eirin came to her senses and bowed her head deeply.
It wasn't just because she'd gotten too excited and crossed the threshold that she was apologizing like this.
“I, I ended up using Divine Word without realizing it…”
Divine Word.
She was apologizing to me because of her Divine Word, which had worked even during the illusion.
“It's fine. It wasn't deeply ingrained or anything.”
It was true that her Divine Word had made me move.
I hadn't planned on ravaging Eirin roughly from the start.
Gentle, loving sex.
That's what I'd been thinking at first.
Like before removing the talisman from her butt, caressing her breasts, kissing the back of her neck, trailing slow kisses down her spine to her buttocks, lavishing her with that kind of foreplay.
While doing that, I'd planned to keep teasing her nipples to build her up until she was begging for my cock, and only then insert.
I'd intended to finish that long foreplay before getting down to business, but the Divine Word skipped it all.
Did I hate that?
No.
If anything, it was good.
How tantalizing was that vulgarly gaping back pussy hole of hers.
I'd wanted to fuck her right then, and the buildup was just me holding back that urge.
It had actually been even better for me.
Of course, it was hard to say being forced to move by someone else's will felt great.
‘But thanks to it, I got a real feel for how strong Divine Word is.’
It was a day that made me realize I shouldn't jump Eirin without the illusion's help.
“H-Hah, but…”
She still looked at me with a worried face.
“S-Sometimes there are side effects. Th-That's what worries me…”
“Side effects? Divine Word has side effects?”
“It's more like… sometimes people get obsessed with that Divine Word…”
“Ah, is that it? Don't worry about that. You stopped it at the right time, so you probably don't have that obsession you mentioned.”
“…”
Eirin seemed to ponder for a moment but nodded.
“Then I'm relieved.”
“So, were you satisfied?”
At my question, Eirin nodded.
Fresh from a shower in warm water, she shook her clean, fluffy body lightly.
“It was really the best. To spend my day off so fulfillingly…”
“Then we're good.”
If I'd provided the best service for a customer, I couldn't help but be satisfied as the service provider.
Eirin hesitated for a moment before speaking to me.
“Brother… There's one favor I'd like to ask. Could you grant it?”
“What is it?”
“Um… I mean, when there are no other people around from now on…”
She fidgeted.
Twisting her body once more, she finally spoke with difficulty.
“C-Can I call you Oppa?”
“…”
Was it because I'd taken her anal virginity?
Or because of that soft, fluffy date in the illusion?
She was trying to open up a bit more of her private space to me.
Oppa, huh.
It had a nice ring to it.
One of the top three words men wanted to hear from women.
“Wanna touch my tits? It's a safe day today,” and Oppa.
-Oppa, wanna touch my tits? It's a safe day for me today.
If I had a girlfriend, it'd be the line I'd want to hear most often.
Just hearing it made my lower half…
Anyway, the saintess had uttered that word.
If she weren't a saintess, I'd have nodded right away.
But.
“Is that okay? I thought the church forbade it.”
“I-It's fine. Pr-Probably…”
Eirin was glancing around nervously, as if watching for prying eyes.
If the saintess said it was fine, it probably was.
“Got it. Make yourself comfortable.”
“Th-Then… when I call you Oppa… c-could you talk casually to me? Like in that illusion.”
“…”
Hmm.
I pondered for a moment.
How to respond to Eirin's request.
‘Rental boyfriend… something like that?’
A real boyfriend was impossible for a saintess who had to maintain her purity.
So maybe she wanted some service to substitute for that.
Well, saintesses were human too.
She probably craved emotional connection with people, and physical intimacy too.
Otherwise, why stick a talisman on her own ass to turn her butthole into a back pussy?
‘Can't be helped.’
I'd have to help satisfy the saintess's needs.
“Got it.”
“M-Max Oppa…”
At my response, Eirin called me Oppa like she'd been waiting for it.
“Did you want casual talk that badly?”
I gently stroked her head.
Her face turned bright red.
Ding-dong.
“Delivery.”
A delivery service using Goldmoon School's perfect insulation tech.
The delivery guy handed me steaming hot food.
The pizza looked freshly out of the oven, wafting an appetizing aroma.
Even on modern Earth, this level of heat retention was practically impossible.
“Amazing.”
The power of magic?
Amazed by Goldmoon's prowess, I watched the cheese stretch as I pulled a slice.
“Brings back memories.”
I had a memory tied to delivery pizza like this.
It reminded me of my life on Earth before dropping into this world.
Before learning programming, I'd done delivery gigs to pay for academy fees.
Riding a scooter as fast as possible to deliver food.
After each delivery, I'd pocket the fee to save for tuition.
One such time.
Ding-dong.
-Who is it?
“Delivery.”
-Ah, one sec.
It was a house with a beautiful-voiced woman.
Her voice sounded moist, like she'd just been wet, over the intercom.
The door opened, and what I saw as a delivery boy was a woman in a sheer slip.
Under the translucent white, airy slip, no bra—her nipples poked out prominently.
“Will you take this as payment?”
She handed over her card without even panties on, so I bowed my head and swiped it.
But no matter how I tried.
-Card limit exceeded.
Only that message.
“Uh, it's not going through.”
“Oh… Hold on. Should I try another card…”
She toddled back inside.
Even with a new card, it failed, and she gave an awkward smile.
“Looks like none of my cards are working right now…”
“No money?”
“I don't keep cash on hand.”
With that, she said to me.
“How about I pay with my body?”
I bolted out like I was fleeing.
Wasn't she pretty?
She was.
Insanely pretty, with an amazing body.
But back then, me—the guy who'd only known women through porn on Earth.
I didn't even have the guts to reach out in that situation.
I went home empty-handed and jerked off to porn with a similar setup instead.
Unable to seize the woman offering herself right in front of me, settling for pixels on a screen.
‘Thanks to that, I became this fine mage.’
Thinking that, I took a bite of the stretchy-cheese pizza.
Delicious.
Mystically different from Earth's, but with its own deep charm.
The cheese was richer, more profound maybe.
“I hear nobles are starting to use delivery services lately too.”
Even nobles with personal chefs sometimes ordered delivery for dishes their cooks couldn't make.
As I ate my pizza with those thoughts.
Knock knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
“Mr. Max, are you inside?”
A somewhat familiar voice.
An old man's tone. I set down my pizza and opened the door.
“Who are you?”
“Good evening. I'm the butler serving Lady Helen Silvesta.”
A familiar face.
The old man from Helen Silvesta's illusion.
The Silvesta family butler who served her faithfully.
A loyal retainer who'd served the Silvestas for generations.
In the illusion, when this man told Helen, “You're not a Silvesta,” it shook her to the core—she trusted him that much.
“What brings you at this hour?”
Eirin had gone home; it was late evening.
The sun had set long ago.
Curfew would hit in two hours.
At my question about the late visit, the butler bowed.
“Lady Silvesta wishes for Mr. Max to visit the estate tomorrow.”
“The lady does?”
“Yes.”
He handed me a letter.
“I heard from the lady. You're a skilled illusion mage. She's requested private tutoring.”
I couldn't speak at those words.
Private tutoring.
It was Helen's euphemism for wanting to experience an illusion through me.
She craved me as the stern teacher in silver glasses, bossing her around imperiously.
Hearing that desire relayed through another person felt odd.
What thoughts went through her mind telling her most trusted butler?
She must've been mortified.
Strong pride like hers.
“I see. The lady said nothing else?”
“No, nothing more.”
“Understood. I'll prepare and come.”
“Then.”
After the butler left, I took the silver glasses from their shelf.
High-end frames without lenses, elegantly thin.
Round glasses made from exorbitantly priced Cyranda Silver.
Time to wear these again after so long.
‘She wants a domineering tutor.’
I read Helen's letter.
-Have you been having a good day? It's been so long since I visited my teacher. Family matters have kept me away lately, leaving me with many regrets…
A noble's letter, full of flowery rhetoric.
Elegant words and sentences that might feel a tad stuffy.
Summarized:
-No one's home tomorrow.
Such a cheeky invitation.
Inviting me because no one's there?
Her transparent intent made me smile.
“Can't refuse an invite like this.”