Chapter 18
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Lucia is Smiling (1)
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I laid the fainted Lucia on the bed.
It felt wrong putting her down on a mattress soaked with semen and love juices, but...
Still, it had to be better than leaving her in that torture-chamber excuse for a room.
Lucia lay there like a doll, eyes closed, breathing shallowly. Water trickled from the corner of her mouth, and she swallowed it down with a gulp—an oddly erotic sight.
'...'
Right now, Lucia was completely naked.
And as I said before, my lust was stuck in this incomplete combustion state.
In other words, my brain was flooded with sexual desire.
...So this was unavoidable.
'Just the breasts... once...'
Just touch the breasts this one time.
I cautiously reached out toward her perky mounds.
"...Mmm... Master."
Lucia let out a moan-tinged murmur and clutched the hem of my clothes tightly, like it was something precious.
I nearly yelped in surprise—like a thief low on luck—but I activated Prince on the Bed to stifle the cry and deepen my voice at the same time.
"You stupid bitch. Get up."
"...Hic... I'm sorryyy..."
Lucia jolted upright at my scolding, fat tears plopping from her big eyes.
"Do you even know what you did wrong, you slut?"
Truth be told, I had no idea.
I'd just thrown it out there.
"Y-Yes..."
But Lucia seemed to.
"...Fine, then. Explain it with that loose mouth of yours."
"T-The flesh urinal masturbated to the sound of Master having sex... I'm sorryyy... I came on my own without Master's permission... I'm so sorry..."
"So you knew better and did it anyway?"
"...I-I just couldn't hold back... I'm sorryyy... Sob, I'm sorry... Master. This dumb flesh urinal is so sorry..."
Lucia wiped at her tears with both hands, but they kept overflowing as she failed to hold back her sobs.
...Seeing her like this, I felt a little guilty.
Her master was off screwing another woman, and here she was getting chewed out for touching herself to the sounds...
I'd probably cry too.
"Enough. I'm disappointed you came without permission... but you're at least reflecting on it, so I'll let it slide this once."
"Sob... Thank you, Master... Thank you for forgiving me..."
No point dragging this out, so I switched topics fast.
"I've got a question. The midterm exam. You remember what went down back then, right?"
"...Yes. Of course I do. How could I ever forget that day..."
The first-semester midterm for freshmen.
The event where the chapter 1 boss shows up.
"The day when trashy, stuck-up, brainless Lucia Ursula fell for Master... Even now, just thinking about it..."
Lucia spoke with an ecstatic flush lighting up her face.
"Thank you, Master. If you hadn't shown up and stopped that wolf, I'd have died without ever knowing the bliss of submitting to you... or the pleasures of being a female."
Watching her beam with genuine happiness and gratitude made my conscience prick like hell.
'Sorry.'
I couldn't tell her the truth, but I'd set the whole thing up.
...To snag that hidden piece and rack up some favor while I was at it.
To claim the hidden piece, I had to lure the wolf far from the cave—and Lucia was the perfect distraction to buy time.
'...Not using that trick this time.'
Back then, her dying just meant a reset.
But things were different now.
Lucia had to survive.
Not just scrape by, either—no major injuries allowed.
"That's an order. Do not fight that thing. Ever."
"Yes!"
Lucia snapped to attention without a hint of hesitation.
No explanations or logic required.
I said don't, so she wouldn't.
To her, that was just how it worked.
"Your goal in this exam: take out as many of the low-grade monsters the professors scattered as you can. Don't just kill them—burn the corpses too. No traces."
"Yes, Master. I'll do it."
I nodded, pleased.
This alone would buy plenty of time before the wolf powered up.
"But Master... can I say something?"
Lucia spoke up then, her tone shifting subtly.
"...What?"
"...Just in case... really just in case something happens. It won't be Master's fault."
Was she fretting about flunking the exam?
No sweat.
The whole test was getting scrapped anyway.
"Cut the nonsense."
"Hiiing... I'm sorryyy..."
Lucia yanked the blanket over her head in apology.
"Well... if everything wraps up safe and you pull your weight..."
"Yes...?"
Lucia stared up at me, eyes brimming with anticipation.
"...I'll give you a special reward."
I hadn't even touched her head yet, but I swear I could hear her heart thumping. I reached out to stroke her hair.
"Get down..."
Clunk—
My hand froze inches from her scalp as the door swung open.
Tristia strolled in.
"Oh? Up already? I figured you'd sleep for hours."
She'd just bathed—hair still damp, body sleek and tempting again, scrubbed clean of all the mess.
"...."
The light vanished from Lucia's eyes.
She turned her head toward Tristia like a machine...
Frankly, it creeped me out a little.
Tristia, though? Didn't bat an eye. She just kept talking.
"Miss, you're not a child anymore. Throwing tantrums like that?"
Tristia smirked behind her hand. Lucia bared her teeth in a smile right back.
"Anyone looks like a kid next to you, don't they? Must be nice being so aged."
"Oh dear, still got that mouth on you after everything? I'd be too mortified to speak."
"You're the one who..."
"Tristia-san."
Tristia cut her off.
"Not 'you.' Tristia-san."
"You..."
"Tristia-san."
"...Doesn't Tristia-san call me 'Miss'?"
"Got a problem? Buy the house."
Tristia snorted.
Lucia paused, then fired back.
"...Weren't you the one who got wrecked?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. All I heard was you begging Master to make it stop?"
Lucia's haymaker landed clean.
Tristia's face flushed beet red, like she'd taken a solid hit.
"You, you..."
"Did I get it wrong?"
"Heh... f-funny girl..."
"Nah, not as much as Tristia-san."
Tristia faltered for a second, then straightened her negligee and got serious.
"Hmph. Fine, you win."
She sauntered over, wrapped her arms around my waist, and planted a kiss on my cheek.
"Your master's a beast. We'll be seeing plenty of each other."
Total knockout.
Lucia went rigid as stone.
"Anyway, you're looking more yourself. Time to get up—shop's closing."
"....."
Lucia got the message: no winning here. She rose quietly and started dressing.
"Head out now, and you'll catch the last carriage. Bye, Miss."
Tristia flashed a victor's grin.
'Pricey.'
I'd scored the custom jobs for free, but I picked up a few tamer supplies to go with them.
Tristia knocked a bit off the tab, but they were still not cheap.
'Not a bad deal.'
Stuff I needed anyway.
This price? Solid.
The savings meant no more daily gourmet feasts, but I could still swing Mint Choco Chicken Skewers.
"...Ow!"
"...?"
On the way to the carriage stop, Lucia suddenly tripped.
Her agility beat mine—tripping on flat ground?
"Oww... Sorryyy... Guess my body's not fully recovered..."
Made sense if nonstop orgasms had drained her stamina dry.
She sat there cradling her ankle, unable to stand.
My resolve softened.
"Hop on."
I dropped to one knee and offered my back.
Awkward? Sure. But I'd done it in the first run too—no biggie.
"N-Nooo... H-How could a flesh urinal burden Master like this..."
"Shut up and get on. Planning to keep me kneeling all day, you trash?"
"S-Sorryyy... B-But I think I can walk after a quick rest..."
Lucia flicked her eyes sideways.
I followed her gaze.
Not quite Carnea Academy level, but a swanky building all the same.
> Every room equipped with the finest luxury beds.
> Perfect soundproofing magic.
> Experience Sanki-san's top facilities at affordable prices.
"...."
High noble clientele, obvious as day.
I glanced back at Lucia. She dodged my eyes all coy-like.
"...Lucia."
"Yes, Master?"
Lucia played dumb, pitching her voice all innocent.
No skin off my back.
Just ask.
"Legs hurt so bad you can't walk?"
"....Nooo..."
"So tired you have to rest?"
"....Nooo..."
Lucia never lied to me.
Not even in a spot like this.
I brushed the dirt off my knee.
"...Get up and walk, you trash."
"Hiiing... Master."
Greed cost her the piggyback—Lucia pulled a sad puppy face.
"Shut your mouth and move."
I reached down to haul her up, and just like that, she lit up grinning.
"Hehe... Thank you."
The instant my hand made contact.
Swish—
The magic timed out—her brown hair melted back to silver.
And that smile of hers under the moonlight...
"Master."
...felt more like magic than any spell.