Chapter 161
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 161
Chapter Title: Does the White Knight Dream of Adulterous Pure Love? (4)
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“Haa...”
Lying on her bed, Marjan stared up at the ceiling and let out a sigh.
The saying that people erase their own memories after witnessing something shocking was clearly a lie.
The moment she laid eyes on the Saintess's chastity belt, Marjan had been so stunned that she fled without thinking—but that scene was etched into her retinas as vividly as ever.
...Was that even a chastity belt to begin with?
Marjan had never seriously thought about chastity belts a day in her life.
Of course not.
Why would an ordinary person ever ponder such a thing?
So when the Saintess mentioned it, Marjan had naturally assumed it would embody purity and restraint of lust.
...But
The chastity belt Lillis wore shattered that assumption head-on—it was lewd beyond belief.
Marjan's ears flushed red as the scene replayed in her mind.
“...Still, I should go apologize to Lillis tomorrow.”
No matter the reason, from Lillis's perspective, she'd simply shown her chastity belt, only for the other person to bolt in panic.
That lewd yet hopelessly kind Saintess was probably agonizing right now over what she'd done wrong.
...Though, can you really blame me for running?
As Marjan mulled over her apology, she tilted her head.
It felt like a perfectly natural reaction to flee—or even attack— if someone suddenly flashed a chastity belt at you.
Well, she's the Saintess, after all... I'll apologize, but I need to make her promise never to show it to anyone else.
To Marjan, Lillis was like a magic word.
No matter how absurd the situation, if Lillis was behind it, Marjan could just shrug and think, Yeah, that tracks.
“Haa...”
Marjan smiled faintly at the thought of the Saintess, then heaved another deep sigh.
She'd more or less sorted out her feelings about Lillis, but that didn't ease the ache in her chest.
If anything, she'd been using Lillis as an excuse to dodge a far bigger issue.
“....”
Marjan slowly traced her fingertips over her lips.
When had it started?
This painful tightening in her chest just from picturing Master Eugene's face.
When he'd first toyed with her ears?
Or when he'd complimented her new earrings, saying they suited her?
Maybe when she'd accidentally bumped into him and their lips had met?
She couldn't pinpoint exactly when these irreverent feelings for her lord's lover had taken root...
But one thing was certain: she was far too deep to hide them now.
Four, she said...
Imagining Eugene tangled in an orgy with multiple women stirred a sticky jealousy deep in her chest—mingled with arousal.
Group activities weren't her thing, but the fact that Eugene had relations with several women sparked a sliver of hope in Marjan.
...The hope that she might be included in that number.
Ever since realizing her feelings for Eugene, Marjan had never once dreamed of being his first.
With Lady Lucia there, that was impossible.
Even if some miracle made her his first, Marjan wouldn't want to see Lady Lucia saddened.
But...
If it wasn't first—but if Master Eugene desired her...
Marjan shook her head side to side.
You know better, Marjan. Don't cling to false hopes.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Marjan gave a bitter smile.
...Who could ever want someone as plain as me?
Marjan's looks were objectively stunning enough to earn her the title of beauty, but unfortunately, the woman she served was the Empire's moon: Lucia.
Naturally, every man's gaze had been fixed solely on Lucia all this time.
Marjan didn't find that sad or regrettable.
If anything, she was glad so many people recognized Lady Lucia's charms.
...That said, her self-deprecating nature—combined with never drawing any man's attention—had quietly eroded her confidence in her appearance.
“...Still... if... if Master Eugene were to ask for me first...”
Even knowing it would betray Lady Lucia, she doubted she could refuse Eugene's demand.
“...Master Eugene...”
Recalling the moment their lips had met again, Marjan couldn't bear the embarrassment and rolled across the bed, burying herself in the covers.
Thud—
Rolling on the bed wasn't a new habit for Marjan, but tonight she overdid it and tumbled right onto the floor.
“Ow...”
Rubbing her bumped head, she surveyed the mess—books scattered everywhere.
This needs sorting too...
Marjan clicked her tongue briefly at the sight of the books.
At a glance, one might think she was some insatiable scholar, but the truth was far from it.
If asked whether she liked studying, Marjan would flatly say no.
Of course, regardless of preference, she accumulated enough knowledge to avoid embarrassing Lady Lucia.
But that stemmed purely from loyalty.
Deep down, Marjan loathed even cracking open a single book.
For proof: after being rescued from the slums by Lady Lucia, she'd studied day and night to gain the refinement needed to serve her.
...Even now, thinking back on it...
The agony of those days still haunted her nightmares years later.
Yet lately, there was one genre of books Marjan devoured like a madwoman.
[Taming the Female Knight]
[The Young Master Desires Me]
[The Female Knight Remembers Her Training]
[My Young Master!]
[The Young Master Truly Devours It All]
Lewd tales of female knights and their young masters.
Among them, Marjan's favorite was The Female Knight Remembers Her Training.
The reason? The one training the knight was the lover of her lord—just like Eugene.
As she recalled the story, Marjan felt her underwear growing damp.
“...”
Swallowing hard, her gaze drifted to the desk, landing on the glove fitted over a hand model.
The day she'd groped Eugene's chest, desperate to preserve the sensation, she'd worn that glove and rubbed her hands together for ages.
Of course, mere rubbing wouldn't leave any texture or scent on the glove.
But to Marjan, that glove aroused her body faster than anything else.
“...”
Rising from her seat, Marjan carefully slipped the glove onto her left hand, then slowly peeled off her underwear as she whispered.
“...Y-You... can't do this... Master Eugene... Lady... Lady Lucia is... there for you...”
—And yet you dare say that after seducing me first with that slutty body of yours!
The roleplay began abruptly.
But Marjan always masturbated this way, so there was no shame in it.
“Haa... N-No... I... I never meant... to seduce you, Master Eugene...”
—Silence! Get over here now!
Marjan roughly grabbed her breast with her gloved left hand.
“Ngh... Master Eugene... This... truly won't do... If Lady Lucia... finds out...”
—You dare defy my command!?
Pressing the white glove to her face, Marjan inhaled deeply.
“Haaah♥”
Just the scent alone...
No—the mere imagination of the scent had her juices dripping.
“Hngh... M-Master... Eugene... Please... don't do this...!”
As if unable to hold back any longer, Marjan's right hand dove toward her clit.
She longed to touch herself with the gloved hand, but she couldn't risk soiling it—this was the only choice.
“Hyah...! ...Ngh... M-Master... Eugene... Haa... Ah...!”
—Look at you, soaked like this already. What do you mean 'won't do'?
Marjan's body twitched each time she uttered Eugene's name.
“...Hik... Master Eugene... N-No... Ngh... That... I can't... I'm... Lady Lucia's... knight...”
Slide—
The instant Marjan brought her fingers to her entrance, her aroused pussy sucked them in eagerly.
“Ahh... Ha... Ngh! ...I-It's... going in...!”
—Lewd bitch. With a body like this, you'd fit better as a whore than a knight.
“Ngh... D-Don't... insult me... like that...!”
—Insult? Hilarious. Look—your body has already submitted to me.
“Hyah... Hyah... Even if... my body submits... my... soul never will... Ngh...! ...Nngh...!”
The more Marjan protested in her fantasy, the rougher the imaginary Eugene thrust his hips.
—Is that so? Let's see if you can endure this.
“Ha... Ha... M-Master... Eugene... Wh-What... are you... planning...”
As climax neared, Marjan's fingers moved faster.
—I'll fill you with my seed.
“Hyah... Haa... N-No... You can't... Please... not that... Forgive... Hik...!”
—Get pregnant, Marjan! Bear my child!
On the brink of orgasm, Marjan clamped her gloved hand over her nose and mouth, inhaling deeply.
And...
“Nnggggh...!”
Marjan let out a beastly scream, surrendering to waves of ecstasy.
Splurt—
“...Haa... Hng... Uh... M-Master... E-Eugene...”
Calling Eugene's name, Marjan squirted and trembled uncontrollably.