Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - The Innocent Princess and the Vicious Knight (10)
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"Where would you like it?"
"Where, you say?"
"Well..."
I glanced around subtly. Since we were right next to the training grounds, other people were milling about. Some seemed to be eavesdropping on our conversation out of curiosity.
It was the hottest topic in the knight order lately—the two people treated as unspoken rivals meeting like this. Even passersby couldn't help but take notice.
"We can't just do it anywhere, can we?"
Lady Etilene's brow twitched.
'She brought that up here?'
Valdes had called her over under the pretext of getting training advice. In a normal situation, they'd head to a private training area, but this wasn't about training at all.
He planned to do something that couldn't happen in public. Inviting her to his room? Rumors would spread through the listeners for sure.
"...Hmph. Follow me."
The safest choice. But their destination was already set. Still, Lady Etilene seemed relieved that the eavesdroppers wouldn't be able to tail them.
"You're the first man to step into this room, I suppose."
"Obviously. And keep it down. If anyone sees us..."
"I don't mind?"
"...Word might get back to Lady Mercedes?"
In theory, this could've been a good plan if he could find someone to seduce him, but no ordinary woman would satisfy him after he'd been with Lady Mercedes, and it'd just earn resentment. She couldn't do it herself either.
"Mercy sis trusts me completely, after all."
"......"
It was an answer better left unheard.
"Oh, nice and tidy room."
Lady Etilene's room was surprisingly plain for a 20-year-old virgin's. He'd never been in another male knight's room, but they were probably all much the same.
Valdes had said it offhand, but even that grated on her ears. A petulant tone slipped out naturally.
"So, are you dissatisfied?"
"No, it's my type. ...Kinda like Mercy sis's too."
"Ah... I-is that so?"
'As expected...'
It was worth tacking that on. Look at that brightened expression and excited voice. Lady Etilene clearly loved being compared to Mercedes.
Unlike with Glet or Elza. If anything, she wanted to resemble Mercedes. Human emotions couldn't be pinned down exactly, but for her, it was probably closest to admiration.
Someone she envied and yearned to be.
"Where should I sit?"
"Sigh, I'd love to tell you to sit on the floor... but that'd be uncomfortable for you. Sit on the corner of the bed."
"Sure."
As Valdes sat on the edge, Lady Etilene changed clothes while calming her nerves.
'Phew. Calm down. All I have to do is endure it without moving.'
"I'm ready."
"Huh?"
She hadn't even showered or wiped off the sweat from training. He'd wondered when she dragged him straight here, but it seemed she'd done it on purpose to mess with him, since most people didn't like sweat smell.
Sure enough, she wore a triumphant expression.
"Heh, what's wrong?"
"Nothing... doesn't matter."
'Hmph. Acting all nonchalant.'
'She must be embarrassed herself.'
No matter what, being covered in sweat couldn't feel good, but her willpower was impressive. Still, thinking about melting that resolve soon made his lower body throb. The tougher it was, the more thrilling when it crumbled.
"I was gonna lay you on the bed, but that might not work."
"I don't mind, do what you want."
"What do you think the person cleaning up a sweat-soaked bed would say?"
"......"
She had no rebuttal. Bringing a man to her bedroom was risky enough; rumors could spread through the servants.
Valdes beckoned her right in front of him. Then he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.
"...?"
"The smell's one thing, but I can at least wipe off the sweat, right?"
"...Go ahead."
She hadn't shown it, but she'd felt uneasy too. Since the goal was tormenting him with sweat smell, wiping the sweat itself was fine.
She didn't love his hands on her, but she could tolerate this much.
"Then, pardon me."
She didn't reply, but Valdes wiped her sweat with the handkerchief anyway.
He peeled away the blue strands stuck to her healthy nape and moved his hands diligently.
His movements were practiced. Like he'd served as a squire or done this affectionately many times before—not dutifully, but with care.
'No way Lady Mercedes? But it's too familiar for that...?'
Valdes said nothing suspicious, just wiped silently as if it were his job.
"......"
It felt strange. Affectionate, habitual touches. Probably not aimed at her. The sensation of someone else's love being directed her way. Unsettling.
Her body heated up too. The training warmth lingered; even without thick clothes, she felt hot. If outside, steam might rise from her.
In the silence broken only by the soft swish of wiping, Lady Etilene couldn't hold back.
"...You're no lifestyle squire, yet you carry a handkerchief?"
"Convenient. A light one has tons of uses. ...Wins Mercy sis's favor too."
...He didn't need to add that.
No, that's just who he was. No need to regret it. No regret at all. She'd disliked him from the start anyway. It was just his hands on her body stirring weird thoughts from a man she hated.
"How long are you gonna wipe?"
"Hmm... Seems boring you, so let's stop. Looks mostly clean."
Valdes swept her forehead one last time and went to pocket the handkerchief.
"W-wait!"
"Yes?"
"Th-that handkerchief... I'll wash it and give it back. It's my sweat, after all."
"Sure."
He handed it over readily.
"Shall we start, then?"
"......"
Lady Etilene spread her arms and squeezed her eyes shut.
Now this man would grope her face roughly, knead her breasts, grab her ass, and thrust that huge thing inside.
But she wouldn't yield. No arousal, no pleasure.
"Alright, then... tongue."
"...?"
"Stick out your tongue."
Stick out her tongue...? His words registered, but she couldn't process. Was he jumping straight to a kiss?
"What are you planning? And why the informal speech...?"
"Etilene."
"E-Etilene?!"
A mere commoner using her name informally! Before she could shout, Valdes spoke firmly again. Stiff, strict, chilling tone.
Like her father's during sword training. She...
"...B-Beh..."
Stuck out her tongue unwittingly.
"Good girl."
"Eung...!"
Why did she stick it out? Why did his praise feel good? It wasn't even that great—just the thrill of bumping into a friend or spotting a cute animal. But she had no reason to feel it.
Suddenly, she wondered why she was still holding it out. She could pull it back now, tease him, or claim it was a raspberry.
But before she could, Valdes grabbed her tongue.
"?!"
Her brown eyes widened. She tried pulling away, but it wouldn't budge. Not gripped hard, yet she couldn't muster strength. Valdes kneaded and appraised it.
"Nice plumpness, yet flexible and soft. A bit of practice, and you'd be great at kissing."
"Eh? Let goh! Dis is wong!"
"Huh? Why? See, the brand's quiet. This is clear sexual contact."
"Ah..."
True. The contract brand was silent. If anything, her lower belly pulsed hot, emphasizing the contact.
"Then I'll keep touching."
Squish squish.
"Euuu..."
He moved his fingers relentlessly. Her tongue wasn't huge, so three fingers sufficed—minus pinky and ring. Plenty for his technique.
Index and middle held the top, thumb the bottom. He stroked the frenulum gently, rolling the other two to scrape the bumps. The taste of fingers—first since adulthood—raced through her taste buds to her brain.
"Heh... Heuh, hehuk..."
Slightly fishy yet tangy, salty with a faint sweetness.
A dessert or normal food? She'd spit it out. But for skin, it was decent. Started off gross, but familiarity bred craving.
Not just taste.
At first, like bugs crawling. Then ticklishness shook her chest. Just tongue play arousing her. She'd heard kisses make hearts flutter, but not this from tongue fondling.
"Hah, uuu, hebup..."
'Direct contact's the best effect, as expected.'
Invisible to Lady Etilene staring at the ceiling in confusion, faint pink light swirled around his fingertips.
Obviously, fingering a tongue isn't pleasurable normally. Most of her sensation was his charm magic.
Contact activation beat scents or targeting—better efficiency. Low mana, amplifies with duration.
Downside: faint pink glow. Easily hidden—like massaging Mercedes or keeping out of sight. Or distract with mood, make her think illusion.
"Aheup, hehut, eh, heguk..."
Unaware, Lady Etilene fretted if she was a pervert for enjoying tongue play. Just days ago, pond-staring at his dick earned her that label.
'A-am I really a pervert? But it feels so good......♡'
Her mind worried, but her face melted sluttily.
Tongue out, saliva pooled and overflowed.
"Hah, hm, it's drooling... slurp, it's flowing...!"
Feeling good was one thing; drooling at 20 was unbearable as noble or woman.
She resisted again.
"Saliva? This?"
Lick... slurp.
"Uh, uuu, uuuh?!"
She gasped in shock.
The youth leaned in, licking the drool trailing down her chin. Dreamlike, but the skin lick and suckling sounds slapped her awake.
How could he lick another's drool so brazenly, deliciously? A woman's, no less.
'Kiss. Is this a kiss? Tongues twining, sharing spit? That's why he's casual, and Lady Mercedes... swallowed his... thing too...?'
"Taste... isn't bad."
First words after tonguing her chin and neck clean.
Her face flushed crimson.
What possessed him? Saliva couldn't taste good. She swallowed hers constantly—never tasty.
Yet his satisfied look... Was others' drool delicious?
Suddenly, she wondered his taste.
And he seemed curious too.
"Your taste... curious?"
"?!"
Before panicked shaking, he yanked her tongue down.
"Eut!"
Her head followed. He held firm. Pain made her glare upward.
'......Eh?'
"Etilene. Swallow nicely."
His saliva poured.
Clear, slightly foamy.
Drip.
Into her mouth.
'Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah...♡'
No, can't eat dirty stuff... But tongue held, powerless. His saliva flowed in helplessly. That pesky, belly-heating scent.
Nothing to do but swallow.
Mixed in her mouth, she gulped down the indistinguishable blend.
Like oasis water in the desert.
'Ah, how...'
Delicious♡