Chapter 177
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 177
Chapter Title: Pink&Pink&Pink&Pink (2)
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"Eugene. Ahh~."
In the spacious carriage, I accepted the lunch Iris had packed and took a bite.
"How is it? Ta... tasty?"
I flashed a bright smile at Iris's anxious question and replied.
"It's incredibly delicious."
This wasn't just lip service—the crust was perfectly crispy on the outside, moist on the inside. It was good enough to sell right now under the name Great Chieftain Chicken.
"Phew... I'm so glad it suits your taste. Here, try this one too."
No sooner had I chewed and swallowed the fried chicken than Iris launched her next assault.
I had no idea what kind of meat it was, but the moment it hit my tongue, it melted away smoothly.
"Here, this one too. Ah, and this one together! Make sure to chew thoroughly so you don't get indigestion!"
She must have put so much effort into preparing it— even sampling just one of each type was filling me up.
"Heehee... I'm just so happy seeing you eat so well, Eugene."
Iris beamed with a smile overflowing with maternal warmth, as grand as her ample bosom.
...Good thing I remembered.
Seeing her this blissfully happy made my conscience prick a little.
Truth be told, I'd completely forgotten about our promise for me to go with her to her hometown.
...If I'd spaced on it until the end, who knows what would've happened...
My feelings for Iris hadn't cooled at all.
But the promise was made all the way back before clearing 'Creeping Terror,' and now even 'Revived Corruption' was done and dusted.
Not only that—in the meantime, I'd gotten involved in selecting the Calliope family successor, started rebuilding the Pavol family, and built a wholesome relationship with the Saintess.
Sure, forgetting the promise was my fault, but doesn't all that count as extenuating circumstances?
And anyway, I remembered in the end...
Whether I "remembered" it or "figured it out" was the question.
Human intuition was more impressive than I'd thought.
As the golden holiday weekend approached, a bad premonition gripped me, so a few days before it started, I'd snuck into the infirmary.
And there, I spotted Iris's note on the calendar: 'The day I travel with Eugene♡.'
It was an adorably cute memo, but I also found something incomprehensible right next to it.
...Iris... why the hell did you look into that?
The books on 'prostate' scattered across her desk.
No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't wrap my head around that one.
"Here, I made this one myself!"
As I was lost in thought, accepting more food from Iris, something utterly unforgivable entered my mouth.
...Ugh...!
I nearly spat it out on reflex, but her words—"I made it myself"—echoed in my ears, so I gritted my teeth and forced it down.
"...Te... Teacher?"
"Mmmuuuuh...!"
Suddenly, Iris puffed out her cheeks and made a weird noise.
When I looked at her quizzically, she whipped her head away.
"...Mmmuuuuh... when we're alone..."
"Ah..."
Her whining made me realize my slip-up.
I must've instinctively called her "teacher" in shock at the taste assaulting my senses.
"...Iris."
"Yes, Eugene? What is it?"
The moment I used her name, she responded in that soft, gentle voice, as if she'd never puffed her cheeks at all.
"So... what exactly did I just eat?"
"Heehee. Mint chocolate rice bowl!"
Iris answered with a proud expression.
The instant I heard it, a throbbing headache hit me.
"..."
How could anyone say "mint chocolate rice bowl" with such pride?
...Teacher... what the hell is wrong with you...
I could've understood if it was some local custom here, but it wasn't.
Last time, when I bought Lucia those mint chocolate chicken skewers, she'd eaten them in agony.
Just like in my past life, mint chocolate only appealed to people whose taste buds were broken.
Come to think of it...
Speaking of mint chocolate, I'd heard from Marjan that Lilith enjoyed the mint-chicken skewers.
Back then, I chalked it up to her being Lilith, but now Iris liked it too...
Is it the pinks?
Discriminating by hair color instead of race—if that made me a racist, then I was turning into one more every day.
Noticing my stiff expression, Iris asked in a trembling voice.
"Wh... why? D... did it upset your stomach?"
"...No... not that."
"...Th... then... Eugene... d... did you not like it...? B... but I made it myself..."
Who in the world could say it tasted bad with eyes like hers looking at me?
She was staring so pitifully, I'd probably agree if she said crows were white.
"No... it was so delicious I was just surprised..."
"Uuhee... What? You're not that dramatic usually, Eugene. Hehehe."
It was a lie, but it didn't hurt my heart one bit.
If it meant preserving Iris's smile, what was one bite of mint-choco rice?
"Alright, there's plenty more. Eat up!"
Iris scooped up a big helping of rice bowl drenched in pale green sauce and held it to my lips.
A refreshingly sweet, cloying scent— that rice had no business emitting—assailed my nose.
"Ahh~."
"..."
Scratch that.
It was a huge deal.
The scenery outside the carriage whipped by in a blur.
No shakes or jolts even at this speed—it was worth the hefty price for this rental.
...Truly a relief.
Any bump, and I'd be heaving my guts out by now.
As I gazed out the window, soothing my churning stomach, Iris's voice reached me.
"...We're finally alone together, but you're not paying any attention to me, Eugene..."
I turned to see her with lips pursed in a pout.
True, after eating, I'd barely spoken, focusing entirely on settling my stomach.
"Sorry. Not feeling great."
"...Ah..."
I'd meant it literally, but Iris's face turned grave—she'd clearly misunderstood.
"...S... sorry... I... I just wanted to go together so badly... I became the infirmary teacher first... I should've considered your condition... It's only been so long since you were hurt..."
Sure enough, her misunderstanding led to rambling, and tears welled in her eyes. I waved my hands frantically.
"It's not what you're thinking, Iris. Just motion sickness, that's all."
"...R... really? No lingering aftereffects or anything?"
I nodded.
Bianca had no side effects beyond her period pains— no way I would.
"It's really okay, right?"
Still doubting, Iris eyed me suspiciously, so I changed the subject to lighten the mood.
"Oh, right. I prepared a gift for you, Iris."
"A... a gift?"
"Yeah. It'll take a sec to get ready, so close your eyes."
"Cl-close my eyes too?"
"Yep. No peeking."
"O... okay! I won't!"
Her eyelids fluttered like she wanted to sneak a peek, but she kept them shut to the end.
...Alright then.
A moment later, preparations done, I placed the final box on my lap.
"You can open them now."
"Oka... Wow... The b... box is... b... big."
I smiled proudly at her praise.
"C... can I open it?"
"Sure, but it's heavy, so don't lift it—just crack the lid."
"Got it!"
Grinning ear to ear, Iris lifted the lid, then blushed furiously and yelped.
"Eu... Eugene!! Wh... wh... what is this?!"
Dick in a box.
A rock-hard erection stood tall inside.
"Told you. It's a gift."
"...Th... this?! A gift?!"
"Yeah. Don't like the necklace I picked?"
"...Ne... necklace?"
She peered back into the box and spotted the necklace at the bottom.
"...Eugene... pervert... total pervert... You could've just given it normally..."
"So you hate it?"
"...Dunno..."
She turned away, but didn't say no—that was Iris for you.
"...If you're done messing around, give it already..."
"Already did. Take it out yourself."
"...You're a pervert to the end..."
Smoothly—
She finally slipped her hand into the box.
She could've just grabbed the necklace, but instead, she gripped my shaft and slowly stroked down.
"Iris... You called me a pervert, but you're no slouch yourself."
"Y... you made me this way, Eugene..."
"So you're admitting you're a pervert after all."
"...So you hate it?"
Her counterattack drew a chuckle from me.
"No. Love it."
"...Hngh...♥ I... I'm only... pe... perverted... in front of you... Eugene...♥ Haa..."
As I stroked her thigh, Iris naturally spread her legs.
Slipping into her panties, I felt how soaked she already was.
"Already wet?"
"Haa...♥ Ngh! ...Y... you, Eugene...♥ When we're alone... and you do... nothing..."
"So you wanted to get naughty after all. You pervert."
I lightly pinched her clit, and her body jolted.
"...Hyaaah♥... Y... yes... I'm a pe... pervert.♥ B... but you're one too, Eugene...♥"
"Yeah. I'm a pervert too."
"...Hngh...♥ Y... yeah... pe... pervert...♥"
"...Pervert."
Calling each other perverts during our fondling brought an inexplicable thrill.
After enjoying her touch for a good while, the urge to cum built up.
"Haa... Iris. Stop now..."
"...Hyaa.♥... Haa... haah♥... J... just a bit more...! Hngh...!♥"
"...No. Gonna cum."
"Hyaa.. hngh..!♥ F... fine...♥ Just cum... it's okay..♥"
Cumming in her hand wasn't new, so no issue there—but the necklace was still in the box.
"Haa... Iris... it'll get on the necklace..."
"...Hngh...♥ Hyaa...♥ I... I know...♥ B... but... just cum... on me...♥"
Tap-tap-tap—
Her strokes sped up; I couldn't hold back anymore.
"...Here it comes, Iris."
"..Hngh.♥..!.. Hhha... Eugene♥!... Ngh..♥!.. M... me too... cumming...♥..!!"
Just before climax, Iris leaned in for a kiss.
Gurgle—gurgle—
Feeling her soft tongue, I unleashed fully into her hand.
"Huaa... haa... haa..."
Moments later, emerging from afterglow, Iris pulled out the cum-drenched necklace with a lewd smile.
"...Eugene... put this... on me..."
At her request, I smirked slightly and clasped it around her neck.
"...Thank you... Master... heehee..."
She licked the semen off my hand with a satisfied look, then whispered in my ear.
"...My insides... and outsides... all marked... by you, Eugene..."