Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Helen's Afterglow and the Saintess's Suspicion
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"Haa, haa."
I looked at Helen, still not awakened from the magic, panting heavily as she savored the afterglow of her climax.
This video seemed to suit her tastes more than expected.
From the play of hiding the rotor in front of the household servants to the play of being treated like a commoner—or worse—using the collar.
Despite the rather intense plays back and forth, Helen had reached orgasm multiple times, looking thoroughly satisfied.
It was an incredibly intense reaction.
Even I, who had designed and crafted the video, was surprised.
I recalled Helen, leashed and begging me for a kiss.
One thing was for sure—I hadn't expected her to throw herself at me first, insisting on kissing.
"If she's satisfied, that's all that matters."
Isn't that the mindset of the person who creates the videos?
"Let's clean up first. So she doesn't wake up feeling unpleasant for no reason."
I wiped away the fluids that had thoroughly soaked Helen's clothes.
Using cleaning magic, I wiped the flowing sweat and the bodily fluids including her love juices and saliva.
Of course, one spell wasn't enough to completely clean the soaked fluids from her.
I had to repeat the same magic two or three times to restore her to a perfectly clean state.
Even so, aside from a faint sweat smell, there was no serious contamination.
'Before wiping her body more, let's clean the floor and bed first.'
Using magic and dry towels, I alternately cleaned the floor, bed, and chair soiled with her love juices.
How long had I been cleaning?
"Ah..."
Helen’s voice rang out as she awoke sooner than expected.
She sat up, clutching her head and staring at me.
"What... are you doing?"
Helen looked up at me, her expression somewhat dazed, as if part of her mind was still trapped in the illusion magic.
Was it my imagination, or had her tone toward me become much more polite than before?
"Oh, I was just cleaning up for a bit."
"Cleaning? Ah..."
Helen, about to ask what I was cleaning, clamped her mouth shut.
Her face suggested she realized at once what I was cleaning.
"Uh, couldn't you just use magic to clean that?"
"If you only use magic, the smell doesn't go away easily. Wiping off the moisture like this first makes it easier to remove the stains and odor."
Helen's face turned bright red as she listened.
"S-Sorry."
"What's there to be sorry about? It's just a natural physiological response."
She couldn't even bring herself to look at the floor.
Helen Silvesta looking embarrassed like this.
It would be a scene that would shock anyone else who saw it.
Suddenly realizing something, she pointed to her now perfectly fresh clothes and asked.
"Th-Then, did you clean my clothes and body the same way?"
"I didn't touch you after the video ended."
"Ah..."
Why that disappointed look?
Helen looked down at her own body and let out a wistful sigh.
"I-I see. Got it."
"By the way, Miss Helen."
"Yes?"
"Since when did you start using honorifics with me?"
"Huh? Me, using honorifics? When...? Oh!"
Realizing it late, Helen covered her mouth and widened her eyes.
"I must be crazy. S-Sorry. No, sorry."
Flustered, she switched back to her usual tone, not knowing what to do.
"My mind was hazy. I must have confused it with a scene from the illusion for a moment."
"Was there a scene worth confusing it with?"
"...No. Nothing."
Even knowing that I shared and experienced the scenes with her, Helen held back her words.
She just didn't want to say it out loud herself.
Helen stared piercingly at the clothes she was wearing, then cautiously sniffed them.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, n-no. Just checking if they still smelled like sweat."
"Don't worry. Just collect them and launder again, that's all."
"...I'll take them and wash them myself."
"Pardon?"
"You'd be in a bind too, Teacher. It's not right to keep sucking up clothes dirtied like this. So let me take them and wash them."
"It's fine."
"No. I'll do it!"
Her eyes sparkled with determination.
She looked like she wouldn't leave if I didn't hand them over.
"Understood."
Only then did Helen nod in satisfaction, but she began staring right through me.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Teacher, you said you had no reason to wear glasses, right?"
"I did. They're expensive, and my eyes aren't bad anyway."
"W-Well, what if... someone gave you fashion glasses as a gift? Would you wear them then?"
"...Glasses aren't really my thing."
Honestly, they felt a bit cumbersome.
I'd heard that quite a few nobles used glasses as fashion, but to me, they were just another burden on my face.
My face shape didn't suit glasses anyway.
"Even so, it'd be hard to ignore the giver's sincerity."
"True. Why, are you thinking of gifting me glasses?"
"W-What? Why would I gift you glasses, Teacher? Don't tell me you got that idea because the guy who looked like you in the illusion wore glasses? I. Am. Not. Interested. At. All?"
Helen’s face turned completely red, as if I'd hit the nail on the head.
At the same time, disappointment was evident.
"Still, considering the sincerity, I might wear them in front of the person who gave them."
"R-Really?"
"Yes."
Only then did Helen look at me with a bright expression.
"Good thinking. It's rude to just refuse a gift outright."
She was already acting like she'd given me the gift.
"Um, and one more thing I want to ask..."
This time, unlike before, her voice trailed off timidly.
"What is it?"
"You wrote in the questionnaire that you're thinking of losing your virginity, right?"
"Ah, yes. I did."
"W-What happens if I circle 'YES'? Do I... get done for real while watching the illusion...?"
Hmm, I figured one of the customers intrigued by the 'okay to lose virginity someday?' question would ask eventually.
I just never imagined Helen would be the first.
"In that case, I'd show you a slightly different kind of illusion magic."
"D-Different?"
"Yes. Actual intercourse would occur, so instead of indirect experience through simulated sensations like now, it'd be direct experience."
"D-Direct experience means doing it for real in the illusion..."
"Exactly."
Helen’s face turned red enough to burst.
"I-I see. Doing it for real, huh. Yeah..."
"Interested?"
"W-What interest! I'm not some devout Goddess Church follower, but I'm still a noble! H-How precious virginity is!"
"Of course. That's why I made a separate question for it."
"......"
Helen shut her mouth and said nothing.
As if imagining something.
"Anyway, go in and wash up. You'll start smelling like sweat."
"Ah, yeah. Got it. Teacher, that's a promise? You'll wear it if I bring a gift?"
"Of course."
Helen wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.
More honest than I thought.
Her intentions were completely transparent.
In various ways.
After finishing my morning workout and returning, I showered and dried the water flowing down my body.
"Another leisurely day."
It had been a peaceful three days without customers since Helen's last visit.
Yuris hadn't stopped by even once in between, though I'd half-expected her to. Word was, she'd ramped up the training intensity for the Empire 1st Knight Order.
Something about not letting the knights lose.
Clearly, the illusion and video I'd shown her before had a huge impact.
Having watched herself defeated by a foreign general and becoming his wife right in front of her subordinates must have been quite the shock.
"Should I have sent word that the repairs were done?"
Come to think of it, Yuris probably hadn't heard that the magic circle repairs were finished.
I'd have to visit the knight order sometime soon to pass on the message.
'She seemed to really enjoy getting done in front of her subordinates.'
Perfect excuse for an on-site investigation and repair update.
They said the Empire 1st Knight Order had plenty of female knights too, so promoting our shop while I was there would help in multiple ways.
More customers, data collection, loyal customer management.
A total win-win-win.
I was wrapping a towel around my waist and drying my wet hair when—
Waaaaah!
Cheers erupted from the main street beyond our alley.
On a day like today, with no festivals or wars, in the eastern outskirts of the capital where our shop was, crowds cheering like this could only mean one of three things.
The Empress riding out to greet her imperial subjects, a delegation of elves, dwarves, or beastkin arriving, or a famous imperial star like the Hero or Saintess returning to the city.
'The Empress hasn't left the palace much lately, so rule that out. No word of a delegation, rule that out. The Hero's been off south with no news. That leaves...'
- Silent Saintess heads to the southern city of Ivrintum for a blessing expedition.
The Saintess who'd gone to the southern city of Ivrintum must have returned.
The papers said it was to bestow blessings, but I knew better.
The Silent Saintess wasn't one to travel to such a distant place just for blessings.
She was known to move only when receiving divine revelations.
Her going to Ivrintum meant something dangerous enough for a revelation had occurred.
'Demons must've shown up.'
She'd finished the expedition and come back.
Most imperial subjects probably had no idea.
They believed demons had vanished completely since the Demon King was destroyed.
Of course, their forces were so weakened they were practically gone.
But shadows don't disappear completely under the light.
I'd heard heretics still lurked in the shadows, plotting demon summonings.
'Busy lady.'
Thanks to people like her and the Hero, ordinary folks like me could live safely.
I should be grateful.
The cheers grew closer.
The praises shouted to the Saintess became clearer.
Huh?
Why are they getting even closer?
This was the eastern outskirts, quite far from the church district. The cheers should have faded after a brief echo.
"What's going on?"
No windows for the illusion magic, so I couldn't see outside. Annoying.
I opened the door to assess the situation.
And there—
"Huh?"
I saw the Saintess.
The Saintess, basking in the crowd's cheers, was walking alone down the street into our alley.
"......"
She turned, gestured to the people, and they dispersed.
As if all hearing the same command.
It wasn't a normal sight.
The cheers that had filled the street vanished.
In the now-silent street, the Saintess looked at me.
Dressed in her stately saintess robes, her neatly braided pink hair emanating a soft glow, she closed her eyes upon seeing me.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Her footsteps echoed clearly in the silence as she approached.
The shoe clicks breaking the hush drew nearer.
And the figure of the so-called Silent Saintess grew clearer.
She kept her eyes closed until she was about ten steps away.
"Nice to meet you, Messenger of God."
I bowed my head, using the church's formal greeting.
She took two steps closer.
"What brings you here?"
At my question, she took two more steps.
"This is just an ordinary cinema that shows illusions of desires."
Two more steps.
"Are you not going to say anything until the end?"
Two more.
Now, only two steps separated us.
Only then did the Saintess open her eyes.
Her golden irises gazing at me shone mysteriously.
After staring at me for a long while, she parted her lips.
"...I received a revelation that a demon is here."
Her voice was so faint, barely audible even concentrating amid the chaos.
What? A demon?
A demon in our shop?
"...Are you the demon?"
Her golden eyes gleamed as she looked at me.