Chapter 122
Translator: uly
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: Microwave (11)
"Lehel? Where'd you go?"
Her friends couldn't hide their confusion at the sight of Lehel returning with the same basket she'd left with.
She sat back down at her spot and gulped down her liquor in front of the lavish spread of food that could make one's legs give out.
The friends gathered at the tavern all froze and turned to stare at Lehel, whose behavior was a far cry from her usual bright smiles.
"Hey, that's strong stuff..."
"What's wrong? Did the capital inspection team drag you off for questioning? Something about illegal funds?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Probably just got orders to deploy to the front lines again. Or maybe to join that magic tower initiative the royals announced last time."
"Hey, uh..."
The tavern fell deathly silent.
Lehel fiddled with the rim of her wooden cup where her lips had touched and spoke up.
"How do you do love?"
Drip.
Her words made it feel like time itself had stopped—even the sizzle of oil from the kitchen faded away.
The serving girl stood stock-still, doubting her own ears.
After an eternity,
Kevin, who had been pouring drinks without noticing his glass overflowing, snapped to his senses as the cold liquid hit his legs.
"See? I told you the world's ending tomorrow."
The gambler Nicholas wiped the salsa sauce from his mouth and glared at his wrist.
"Gambling too much drives people insane, huh? Lehel, you should lay off for a bit."
The sharp-eyed mage Verdel pointed at Lehel's prayer beads with clear, sober eyes, his buzz forgotten.
"They say mastering unique magic paths drives everyone a little mad. Tsk tsk. Looks like even you couldn't escape the curse."
"No, that's not—!"
"Alright, everyone, let's have another round. Gave me chills all over."
"Hey, barkeep! Got any Azar mountain rum? Hit me with a bottle!"
"I'm out. Guess I need to head to the temple and pray tonight."
As the tavern buzzed back to life, Lehel sipped her drink with a glum expression.
Sensing her pitiful state, Cassini, who had sat down beside her, leaned in with a whiff of booze and grinned.
"Lehel, got a guy you like?"
"Yeah... I think so."
"Caught me off guard. You never seemed interested in that stuff. You always blasted away the drunks who hit on you with a single spell."
"True..."
Cassini, who managed the nobles' salons in Uzet, had been a socialite sensation in her youth and was now a mother of two.
She noticed the shift in Lehel's mindset—someone who took everything lightly but stuck to her principles like steel.
"What about lifespan? You getting older now?"
"No. The opposite."
"Not much time left, then. Even with that, you don't want to let him slip away?"
"Yeah."
She looked like a fresh-faced young woman just stepping into adulthood.
In another two or three years here, she'd be straight into the cradle.
Of course, going even younger wouldn't be an issue, but Lehel had never made exceptions to her principles.
As regression advanced, her cognition regressed, and even her prized magic started to slip away bit by bit.
Knowing this made Lehel's booze-flushed face look all the sadder as she downed her drink.
But Cassini poured her another and highlighted the positive.
"Actually, this works out perfectly."
"How...?"
"You're at your prettiest right now. Go for it. Tell him you love him. Ask him to stay by your side in the next life too. Twenty years? Thirty? If he's the type who can wait that long, then grab him now and stake your claim."
"But other women..."
"Lehel."
Cassini gripped Lehel's drab robe.
"Out of all the noble lords I've met in salons, not one has outshone you in beauty."
"..."
"Mark my words. Ditch this rag and that stinky hat, and you'll be the belle of high society in three days flat."
"But this is my pride..."
"Screw pride and all that. What guy could resist you? You're the world's top mage with a unique magic path. Hell, crash the marquis's birthday party right now and—nah, let's not go there. Lehel?"
"Yeah."
She gazed at her reflection in the cup and Cassini's advice.
"Don't leave regrets. That's how you've lived your whole life."
Even as hot liquor filled her stomach, the tickle in her chest wouldn't fade. Blushing, she replied.
"Yeah. Got it."
The night in Uzet, alive with Marquis Elvin's birthday gala performance.
Fireworks and cheers outside became tales from another world, muffled by the 5mm glass pane and swaying silk curtains.
All that registered was Liv, Liv, Baroness Liv.
Her ragged breaths, her ringed hand clutching the bedsheets, her sweat-matted hair in disarray.
In the lavish ten-pyeong hotel room, holding her close made it feel like we were the only two left in the world.
"Ahh, haang, Boss, eek, s-slower... a little slower...! Hngh!"
Liv, baring her desire to monopolize me, craved love more honestly than before.
Maybe that's why I learned even more about her now than during our first time at the magic tower.
"Hngh, sob, I-I'm going...!"
Liv trembled in the afterglow, biting her lower lip lightly.
Her lower belly bulged slightly, my cock buried to the hilt.
Her neat brows twitched—she wasn't fully satisfied in this face-to-face position.
I just figured it was my fault anyway.
From our first meeting to now, I'd relentlessly honed only her pussy.
"Haa, haa..."
"Wanna switch positions?"
"Wait, just a bit longer like this..."
Lying on the bed, she reached for me, wincing slightly at the full sensation inside.
I intertwined our ringed hands, and she let out a relieved, aroused sigh.
After hours of lovemaking, I could tell what kind of sex our shy Baroness Liv preferred.
Two main types.
Getting pounded from below in cowgirl, like the first thrust.
And proper pressure on her womb from behind.
"Get on your stomach."
"Eek...! That's..."
"You love it most. Just once more at the end."
"...You remember I have to enter the top-secret archives tomorrow, right?"
Worried she'd miss a kingdom-shaking task because her hips gave out, but I was firm.
Tonight, I wanted to claim every part of her completely.
Pulling out, thick semen gushed out.
I'd lost count of how many times I'd cum already.
"Ugh, ah... what's this..."
Physically, I dominated any woman, pacing myself even now.
Seeing her belly still lewdly protruding without me inside made me consider stopping.
But—
"You're too much."
"Huh?"
"They say a womb's only egg-sized... eek! It won't all fit even if you cum like this..."
Her lust-fueling words and actions kept screaming for one more, one more.
"Can't hold back."
"Huh? Kyaa!?"
I scooped her up, flipping her onto her stomach halfway across the bed.
She buried her face in the soft pillow, looking content for a moment, but gulped when I snatched it away.
"Lift your hips."
"..."
"Now."
"Ahng... this is really, really dangerous... whatever happens tomorrow."
At my gentle scolding, she tensed her belly, arching her back to make space from the bed.
I slipped the pillow underneath, perfecting a massage-like pose.
It was a massage, in a way.
To an extremely naughty spot.
Squelch~!
"Hak, ahh, hnggh!!!"
Similar to doggy, but different.
Hips slightly raised, unable to lower due to the cushion below, taking it from behind.
My cock naturally pinned her womb mouth with no escape.
The ultimate spot targeting Liv's weakness perfectly.
"Ahk, hnggh! If you press more, I'll go crazy, Boss! There, pressing with your cock... hyaaang!!"
She could say naughty things now.
Her hips quivered, pussy clenching wildly, doubling my pleasure.
Just steadily tapping her soft womb mouth had Liv fully conquered, but I took it a step further.
"Kyaa? Hiyaaang—!"
I pressed my hand between the soft pillow and her lower belly.
Now caught inside and out, she had no choice but to cum from the kneading.
Squelch, squelch, leisurely thrusts.
And the addictive feel of her abdomen gripping my hand.
Her hair carried a lovely hyacinth scent.
Was anywhere else heaven? This was heaven.
"Heok, heook, Boss... feels so good, rubbing my womb, gonna go mad, mad...!"
"How many times?"
"Ten, no twelve! Hng, again, agaaain...!"
"I'll keep doing it. Now that I know all your spots, no lying that it doesn't feel good, okay?"
Liv nodded frantically.
We confirmed plenty more after.
Begging me to cum inside.
Clinging while saying she loved me.
Blushing at belly-rubbing requests, unable to say "no..."
And even as exhaustion set in, covering with the blanket to sleep, cutely asking me to gently rub her belly until she dozed off.
Adorable Liv Lavre de Greenwood.
The morning after spending the night with Baroness Greenwood.
The seventh and final day of training had arrived.