Chapter 82
Chapter 82
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: Liv Night (1)
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The second confession I'd received. But its weight was different from the first.
Liv had continued to say she loved me even after learning about her father's death. For someone like me who couldn't become her one and only partner, her love was incredibly heavy.
"Adella..."
"It doesn't matter."
Before I could even speak, Liv shook her head firmly. Then, with a slightly triumphant expression, she whispered,
"I've inherited the unique magic pathway of the Illusion Duke. That's why I can be in this room. It's not enough yet, but I won't lose to her in skill."
"......"
"My family too. You know about the medal, right?"
I nodded awkwardly. The title granted to a mage who awakens their unique pathway is earl.
Of course, it wasn't like our Baroness Liv would become a countess tomorrow just because she was close to grand duke-level magic, but that future was already somewhat guaranteed.
"Money might be a bit short..."
"That's not the issue."
"I know. It's not about that."
It was the question of whether she could love me, who was already deeply involved with Adella.
"It's whether you, Boss, can love me more than her."
No, it wasn't.
"Boss..."
Liv tilted her head slightly and leaned her body against mine. Her slender arms, the waist I wanted to grab, and the soft skin below—all pressed close, sweetly coloring my mind.
"How am I...?"
Liv's voice was always calm and clear like a gentle stream. But today, a few fish were visible in that transparent water.
The fear of possibly being rejected by me, the shame of acting unlike her usual demure self, and—
"Do you... want to hold me...?"
The allure revealed in her slightly roughened breathing.
It wasn't the buttons carefully done up over her chest, believing she could seduce me, nor the skirt hem pulled down to her knees. It was simply lifting the edge of her plain black top to reveal her white, soft belly.
"Right now?"
I couldn't hold back from such blatant temptation.
Liv. Liv Lavre de Greenwood.
A meticulous girl in everything, with a calm personality and an ironclad aura that kept everyone at the academy at bay.
When such a girl seduced me and pressed her lips to mine, the only thought was the desire to completely conquer her.
As I pulled her slender waist closer, her light body yielded as if she couldn't resist, yet like a bewitching fox, it haughtily refused to give everything.
"Haah, chuup... Haa... I'll take off my clothes."
Her confidence that she wouldn't lose to Adella wasn't just from looking down on her appearance or manners.
Liv simply had an objective confidence in her own self.
Even without larger-than-average breasts or a seemingly innocent airheaded charm, she never shrank back.
And what made that charm stand out even more were actions she herself wasn't aware of.
Black underwear contrasting against her white skin. If it seemed deliberate, it wouldn't be impressive.
"Don't stare so intently..."
"......"
"I just wore this because I didn't have anything else. Black doesn't stain easily... Kyaa?!"
Her bold yet shy appearance was beautiful. She kept averting her gaze and twisting her body, but to receive even a little of my love, she continued kissing me.
And above all, the most prominent part of Liv's body.
"Hng...! Haa..."
Even just gently wrapping my arm around her waist to keep her from falling off the sofa elicited such a sensitive reaction from her smooth abdomen.
Being naturally slim, there wasn't an ounce of excess fat even when she bent forward. That's why the slight mound below her navel was so beautiful.
When I placed my hand on her perfectly grippable hips along the sharp lines, Liv flushed and grumbled as my thumb kept brushing her belly.
"Boss... you're a pervert?"
"Huh?"
"I've thought this before. Why do you always touch my belly like that...? Even now, not my chest or... down there, just kneading my belly..."
"What are you talking about? I do it because you like it, Baroness."
"Wha?"
Liv looked slightly surprised, then quickly turned her head away.
"N-No! When did I ever say that?!"
"At first, I was just pressing it playfully, but you kept making that 'keep going' face, so I did."
"Wh-Wh-What are you saying...! Ugh, like a pervert, there's no way I'd...!"
It's true. I don't have some lewd game protagonist ability to control sensations, nor a reason to obsess over a mere ordinary body part.
The reason I kept kneading Liv's belly was always to stop her from haughtily trying to pull away when I told her not to go somewhere dangerous.
Now I could honestly tell the cheeky baroness sitting atop me, pretending she knew nothing.
That she, who melted from mere belly pokes, was the unheard-of lewd one.
"Don't lie. Like this, when I press here..."
"Ahht...!? Kyaa!"
Squeeze.
As I tightened my grip on the hand over her iliac crest, pressing my thumb slightly below her cute innie navel on both sides of her uterus, Liv's waist snapped back.
I unhesitatingly kneaded her pushed-forward lower belly.
"Ahht, huaaang! W-Wait!"
"Feels good, right? Say it feels good."
"Nooo! Hic! It's just ticklish...! Hngh!"
Reactions that could pass as mere tickling were from old evenings past. No use denying it with teary eyes while her waist twitched in a dazed, melted expression.
Not being my first time, I'd already mastered the pressure and sensitive spots.
Dry as she was, it was a thicker area of muscle and fat, so fingers stimulating the abdomen had to press deeper inside than expected.
Squuuueeeze—!
"Ahuuuht!! Hak, haak...!"
One hand behind her erector spinae, the other gathering middle and ring fingers to press deep enough below her navel to leave red marks.
Unable to escape backward or focus solely on the front stimulation, Liv felt her breathing grow labored as faint pleasure began to leak out, trying to flee it.
"N-No, stop! Aghht! That poking... haht! Isn't fair...!"
Her typical resistances were twisting her waist to escape or grabbing my arms while shaking her head.
The former only made my fingers dig wider areas, backfiring, while the latter depended on my mood.
"It hurts... Hnght, it doesn't feel good. Now, hngk! Please stop..."
With her nipples stiff and shoulders trembling, it was obviously a lie.
Normally, her lewd pleas and the soft texture of her belly would addict me, making me snap out of it. But not today, not from now on.
Stopping here would let her brand me a pervert obsessed with her belly forever.
I wanted words of surrender from her own mouth.
So more persistently, I kept my palm's base pressed, slipping under her skirt to check her panties.
"See? You're completely soaked."
"......"
"Still say it doesn't feel good?"
"Hngk..."
Liv clamped her legs tight, making a tearful face.
"N-No... Sniff! I-I'm not a pervert who gets off on this..."
Was the pleasure bigger than expected? Even she seemed flustered.
I imagined the absurd—could she climax from external stimulation alone if pushed to the end?
But seeing her tremble, realizing her own body's frightening sensitivity, it seemed better to stop.
I carefully turned her body and hugged her from behind. Gently stroking the belly I'd roughly pressed moments ago, I spoke tenderly.
"No need to be embarrassed. I'm even happier."
"Ahht, ha... happier?"
"Yes. Well, how to put it... Seeing you feel good from my hands satisfies me as a man. Especially since this precious spot is only for me..."
"L-Liar..."
Liv's shoulders twitched. As I pulled her closer, her ears turned bright red.
"Not a lie. You can feel mine too, right?"
"......"
She must have noticed my erection pressing through my thin pants. Despite that, her stubborn refusal to admit it made me hesitate before whispering in her ear.
"I only do this for you, Baroness. Not interested in others' bellies."
"...!"
Half... no, a quarter true. Her reactions proved it was addictively textured.
She stayed still in my arms for a while, then slipped out. Her exposed ears through disheveled black hair were bright red.
"...What is that? So you're a pervert too, Boss."
She carefully opened her bag in the corner and took out something familiar.
A condom.
Seeing several individually packed ones, had someone given them? She was thoroughly prepared.
"Put this on me."
"Dangerous day?"
"Not really, but..."
With pleasure still lingering on her face, Liv murmured softly.
"Feels like if you came inside, I'd definitely get pregnant..."
"......"
"Like you said, it felt... a little good."
Could someone so expressionless usually be this lewd? My lower body ached involuntarily.
Liv's shy confession wasn't over. She removed her soaked panties and nestled back into my arms.
"You know, I was offered to skip the academy and learn magic at the magic tower."
"Huh?"
"The best place in the kingdom for mental magic is right here."
Approaching the sofa, she gripped my member with one hand and guided my other arm to her belly.
This time, she herself led it back to the sensitive skin blooming like a hickey.
"Boss. You don't want to send me away like this."
"...Yeah."
"Then..."
This clever girl planned to capture my heart with every weapon at her disposal.
And from experience, she knew exactly how.
"To keep me from running again. With your thing and that hand, fill this spot... up."
She knew too well.
"...Crush it."