Chapter 76
Chapter 76
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 76
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - The Falling Women (20)
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"No, well..."
He glanced around briefly, then brought his hand to his mouth and whispered.
"Lady Etilene has been... really horny lately."
"...What the fuck?"
"Hear me out! You feel it too, right?"
"......"
He was right. Noizel had spat out a crude remark without thinking, but he was the one who noticed it most because he always watched Etilene so closely.
"W-Well, yeah, but..."
"It's not just rumors. Around that time, you were especially clingy with her. Plenty of people thought you two were dating."
"Ah..."
Only then did he understand why his comrade had asked such a weird question.
It was a happy misunderstanding in its own way, but with the current situation, he couldn't just bask in the joy.
"Especially after the day Lady Etilene took sick leave..."
"...Haa."
Just a few days ago during her sick visit, he'd been sure she felt something for him too. But after that day, Etilene's personality had changed a lot.
Not to the point of being a completely different person, but her aloof demeanor had softened into something warmer and more approachable. And there was this subtle, seductive aura about her now. Thanks to that, she was getting along with the knights she'd been distant from before, carving out a new place among them.
But that also shattered Noizel's vain delusions of being the man closest to Etilene. It felt like a hidden neighborhood gem he'd known about suddenly got promoted and blew up in popularity.
Of course, his current emotions were even worse.
"Hmm. Judging by your reaction, you really have no idea."
"I'm going fucking crazy not knowing."
"...Well, hang in there."
Noizel thanked his departing comrade for the encouragement, then trudged toward the training grounds.
He'd been holding it together until just now, but hearing about the changes in the woman he liked from someone else left him utterly dejected. He'd even left half his tasty lunch behind.
"...A woman's change is usually..."
"Because of a guy."
"Huh? Oh, Essex, it's you."
He nodded upon spotting the owner of the sudden interjecting voice.
"You okay? Your face looks super sour right now."
"...I'm fine... probably."
"Sigh, hang in there."
Essex patted Noizel's shoulder sympathetically.
"...Yeah, you're the only one I can count on."
"W-What? Why the sudden mushy bullshit?!"
The patting hand suddenly gained strength, turning into thwack thwack punches. Noizel winced in pain and turned to glare at her, about to snap.
"Ow, seriously. That hurts... Huh? Why's your face so red? You sick or something?"
"...Mind your own business, you idiot."
"Who's the idiot?"
The two knights bickered like that as they walked down the hall together.
"But seriously, what's with the face? You were fine just a bit ago."
"Well..."
Noizel relayed exactly what he'd heard from his comrade in the dining hall.
When Essex's name came up, he asked about her reaction, but got punched again instead. He had no idea why, but vaguely figured he'd done something dumb and let it slide.
"Hm... Sorry to say this after cheering you on this whole time, but maybe it's time to give up."
"...What?"
Noizel's eyes widened at his close friend's words.
Essex had always supported his hopeless crush and helped in various ways. For her to tell him to quit now hit harder than any other advice, stinging his heart.
"......"
"Y-You even muttered it earlier, right? The biggest reason a woman changes is a man. Whether she met someone she likes or already has a boyfriend, the cause has to be a guy... Hey, Noizel? You listening?"
Essex trailed off at her friend's darkening expression.
"...I can't do it."
"R-Right! It's impossible, so just..."
"I'm gonna confess."
"...What?"
"I can't just give up like this. A real man at least confesses and gets rejected. ...Thanks for all the advice. I'll be back!"
Muttering to himself, Noizel grabbed Essex's hand in thanks and bolted toward the training grounds where Etilene would be. She always trained in the same spot at this hour, so she'd definitely be there.
Left alone in the hall, Essex watched the man sprint away and murmured softly.
"...Idiot."
Etilene's personality had changed a lot, but her core hadn't. She spent most of her time honing her swordsmanship alone in the corner of the training grounds.
She used to train in private more often, but lately, she stuck to the group area for some reason. That drew more people here—to watch her swordplay, her beauty, or even her sweat-drenched form.
'Still, not many know she's here at this hour.'
Perfect timing for a confession.
"...There she is."
Crossing the training grounds, he spotted Etilene swinging her sword at the far edge.
"Hoo, calm down."
Noizel paused, took a deep breath, fixed his hair, and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. He couldn't look like a fool confessing to her now.
"...Alright. Here I go... Huh?"
His steps halted abruptly as he steeled himself to approach.
A visitor had beaten him to Etilene.
"Val...des?"
Even from afar, spotting him sent unease crashing through Noizel's body.
"......"
The two began talking. Too far to hear, but they looked incredibly close.
Unlike Noizel, who strained for topics, Valdes created a natural, cheerful vibe effortlessly.
Etilene's aura felt off somehow, but not in a bad way.
"......"
"...?!"
"......"
"...What the?"
The mood shifted drastically after Valdes said something.
Etilene shook her head vigorously in fierce refusal. Yet Valdes kept persuading her with a smile. Eventually, she nodded slowly, glanced around, and they moved to a more secluded spot.
Relief hit first. If he hadn't hidden at Valdes's appearance, he'd have been caught.
Next thought: why there?
'That's the real secret spot we go to slack off sometimes.'
A hideout for sneaking breaks during training. Senior knights had shared it as a place they never got caught. A secret among lower-mid ranks. How did Etilene know?
'...Or does Valdes?'
He decided to follow.
Secret spot or not, spying was easy if you knew it.
Noizel crept to the perfect vantage point.
"...?!"
The sight stole his words. Any more shock and he'd have yelped, but it kept him silent enough to stay hidden.
'This a dream...?'
The Profilene marquis's heir, a Pedro Knight Order knight, the woman he loved—Lady Etilene.
'...On her knees...?'
Kneeling was possible depending on context.
But with Valdes's pants down, her licking his massive cock? No context explained that.
"Haa, heung... slurp, chuup...♡"
"......"
Blackmail flashed in his mind, but her expression erased it. Pure lewd bliss—no way that was forced.
'They've... been dating...? ...Hah.'
He'd considered it possible.
A man who could change Etilene, make her womanly. No fiancé or childhood friend from her family. Valdes was the obvious suspect.
Still shocking.
Especially outdoors, such lewdness.
Strictly against knight order rules.
'Gotta stop them. I have to...'
He couldn't move. Not call others, not shout. Nothing.
"...Gulp."
His armored crotch throbbed.
'Lady Etilene...'
That slutty face not for him? Unfair.
'...Ah.'
Her tongue had been teasing softly, but now she engulfed his cock fully, bobbing her head fiercely.
'It all fits...?'
Valdes's was huge—beyond big. Could pass for hiding a weapon in tight pants. Over twice his size, as appealing as his handsome face to some women.
He figured it'd hurt going in mouth or pussy, but Etilene seemed fine.
She sucked diligently with smack smack sounds. How did that tiny mouth take over half that monster?
'...Throat...?'
Peering at her neck confirmed it—her throat bulged prominently when she took him deep.
'How much practice for that?'
Weird.
Her change was dramatic, sudden in the last two weeks. Deepthroat mastery in two weeks?
'...Fuck, what am I thinking.'
Failed confession turning to stolen girl fueled weird thoughts.
Even: during sick visit, Valdes was inside? Her mutters weren't solo? Explained slow door.
Ridiculous delusion. No need for that outfit or inviting him in.
"...Not perverts... Ah."
He voiced aloud accidentally.
Noizel hid hastily, peeked out.
"!!"
Eyes met.
Valdes's.
"......"
Frozen in panic, he imagined doom, closed eyes praying. Nothing happened.
"......?"
'What?'
Opening eyes: Valdes looked away like nothing, smiled down at Etilene. Then grabbed her blue hair, yanked forward roughly.
"Hup! Hm, hng... Ng, chuup...♥"
After dumping his load in her mouth, Valdes released her hair once drained. He helped up coughing Etilene with semen in her mouth.
"......"
"......!!"
"......"
"......Yes."
'Fuck, what're they saying.'
Knight hearing wasn't bad, but no words from this distance. Just her soft "yes." He soon guessed the talk.
"...Crazy?"
Etilene
started unfastening her armor pants.
Struggling alone, she stripped pants, tore stockings, ditched panties—bottomless.
'Real perverts?'
Outdoors? With him watching?
'Exhibitionists who get off on being seen?'
Absurd. Infuriating.
His half-resigned heart ignited at losing her to that guy.