Chapter 210
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 210
Chapter Title: The Lewd Knight Dreams of NTR (4)
‘Oh no...’
Regaining her senses, Marjan covered her face with both hands and sank to the floor.
If she closed her eyes and just sniffed the air, it would be impossible to tell whether this was Carnea Academy’s dormitory or Dragonhead, the empire’s most infamous red-light district.
The room was utterly saturated with the scents of love juices and semen.
‘Marjan!! How could you do something like this!’
A storm of self-loathing and regret crashed over her, but there was no turning back time.
In truth, even if she could, the lust raging through her then would have led to the exact same choice.
‘...Sniff... sniff... Get a grip! What’s done is done. You can regret and reflect after the cleanup!’
Marjan took deep breaths to calm her mind.
As she did, she cracked her eyes open and glanced around the room, and shame peeked out from behind her resolve.
‘No... how the hell does it get this bad!’
Books said first times usually emphasized emotional connection over pleasure.
...She must have been the exception.
Clothes, bed, floor—even the ceiling.
The room was so caked in traces of their passion that finding a spot left untouched was the real challenge.
‘...I didn’t expect semen to splatter all the way up to the ceiling.... Ah... no! This isn’t the time!’
Cleaning up alone, no matter how frantically, seemed impossible before time ran out, but Marjan had a secret weapon.
Ah, of course, she hadn’t planned for a situation like this!
Really! Not even a little! She hadn’t planned it at all!
Ever since receiving sleeping pills from the Saintess...
Marjan had ‘coincidentally’ prepared for the chance that Eugene’s room might end up a mess.
‘...Bu... but Lucia said she left it somewhere around here...’
Marjan half-crawled under the bed, rummaging around.
A moment later, she let out a short yelp upon finding what she sought.
“...Found it!”
What she pulled out from under the bed was a cylindrical device about the size of her forearm.
It had a formal name, but it was commonly called a ‘Purifier’—a magic tool.
Originally designed to cleanse demonic energy from tainted areas.
As a rare purification-type magic tool, it was prohibitively expensive for commoners, let alone most nobles...
But the source was Lucia Ursula.
The heir to House Ursula, one of the empire’s wealthiest great houses.
With Lucia’s status, even the priciest magic tool could be relegated to a mere cleaning gadget.
Vrrr—!
As Marjan infused the purifier with mana, it began neutralizing the contaminants in the room.
The space, too filthy to clean by hand, swiftly returned to its original state.
Honestly, when Lucia mentioned using the purifier for post-coitus cleanup, Marjan had thought it a waste of money.
...But after one use, she was hooked on its convenience.
“Phew, crisis averted for now.”
Once the cleaning finished, relief washed over her as she escaped the immediate danger, and Marjan let out a sigh.
With tension gone, guilt over betraying Lucia and Eugene now squeezed her heart.
‘...Lucia. I’ll confess everything later.’
Marjan bit her lower lip hard, steeling herself.
She would surely be punished.
She knew that, but this wasn’t something she could just hide and gloss over.
No excuse would change that it was betrayal.
Part of her wanted to rush to Lucia right then, kneel, and beg forgiveness.
But Eugene and Lucia were already swamped with Her Highness the Princess’s affairs.
She didn’t want to burden them further.
‘Lucia must be suffering so much...’
The world saw her as coldly aloof, but once someone was on her side, Lucia cherished them deeply.
Just like how she bickered daily with her rival Bianca Beatrice yet steadily supported House Beatrice.
“...I know that better than anyone.”
Marjan gave a bitter smile.
Her current life wouldn’t exist without Lucia.
Without Lucia, a slum-born girl like Marjan could never have become a knight, entered Carnea, or met Eugene.
‘...I betrayed that Lucia... and slept with her man...’
Recalling sex with Eugene turned the guilt into a sharp awl stabbing her heart.
...Yet even amid the anguish, a tingle stirred between her legs.
‘Wh... what’s wrong with me! After all that...! I’m no monkey!’
Marjan shook her head wildly to dispel the stray thoughts.
Her gaze landed on Eugene, sleeping peacefully.
Unconsciously, she licked her parched lips.
‘Come to think of it, we haven’t kissed yet. ...Even though we had sex.’
Strictly speaking, their lips had brushed briefly when they collided in the past.
But inexperienced girls might count that as a kiss.
To Marjan, no longer a virgin, it was just a bump—no real kiss.
‘...It’s... already done... a little... more... greed... shouldn’t hurt...’
After stealing glances at Eugene’s lips, Marjan clenched her fist with resolve.
Going from zero to one was hard, but from a hundred to a hundred-one? Easy.
The sin of sleeping with her lord’s lover wasn’t covered by a mere hundred or two hundred strokes.
One kiss wouldn’t tip the scales much.
‘...I... I’m sorry... Eugene, Lucia... I’ll... take proper punishment for this too... later...’
Glancing around furtively, Marjan closed her eyes and slowly approached Eugene.
And...
Mwah—
She felt Eugene’s warmth on her lips.
This alone brought bliss enough, but if she meant to stop here, she wouldn’t have started.
Pressing their lips tight, Marjan slipped her tongue out, gently prying open Eugene’s sealed mouth.
Smack— smooch—
Her tongue wormed past his teeth, ravaging his mouth at will.
“...Smooch..♥...haa....slurp..♥. Eu..gene..smooch..”
A first real kiss—clumsy and rough—but Marjan melted into the heat.
‘Now I get why books lavish such detail on kisses...’
She’d thought it paled against sex’s raw communion. Wrong.
Each deepening kiss filled her with a different satisfaction.
“...Haa... smooch..., haa...”
After savoring his lips at length, Marjan snapped back to reality and pulled away. A glistening thread of saliva bridged them.
“...Th... that’s enough...”
Regret tinged her reluctance to stop—any longer, and she’d pounce again.
Marjan wiped Eugene’s face with a towel, straightened the bed, and slipped out.
Creeeak—
Just before the door clicked shut.
Marjan turned back and whispered softly.
“...Rest well, Eugene.”
Waking from the dream, I slowly looked around.
I’d collapsed at my desk, but Marjan must have moved me—I was on the bed.
“Marjan?”
My voice hoarse, I called out, but no reply. She’d already left.
‘Makes sense. She’d be too embarrassed to face me... Still, I feel refreshed.’
A proper sleep after so long left my body suspiciously light.
Stretching lightly to check myself, a odd sensation hit me.
“...Huh?”
Fatigue wasn’t the only thing gone.
The pent-up lust that had been unbearable felt neatly resolved.
‘...No way. Not a wet dream...’
Embarrassing to admit, but my output far exceeded average.
If I’d had one, Marjan would’ve noticed for sure.
Her lord leaking semen in his sleep...
I’d rather not be served that way.
‘...Please... please...’
With trembling hands, I cautiously checked below. Clean, thankfully.
No wet dream, but it didn’t add up.
‘Fatigue dulls it, sure—but when I’m in top shape like now, it should be boiling over, right?’
Stroking my chin thoughtfully, I hit on a hypothesis.
“...No way Marjan jumped me while I slept?”
I chuckled at the absurd image.
Lilith or the school nurse? Maybe. But Marjan? No chance.
I knew how loyal she was to Lucia.
She’d agonized over just drugging me—betraying Lucia outright? Impossible.
Dismissing the ridiculous fantasy, I sat at my desk and tried recalling the dream.
‘...It’s fuzzy.’
Clearly stored in my mind, yet it wouldn’t surface.
Not a memory issue—more like a seal blocking dream recall.
Still, one thing stood crystal clear.
Too shocking to forget, or perhaps what the ‘sword’ meant to show me.
I sighed softly and jotted it down.
[...I had partnered with Liana.]