12. Entangled Relationships
12. Entangled Relationships
I truly cannot fathom what my Master is thinking. No matter how much I rack my brain, I can't define the bizarre relationship between this strange Master and disciple.
Woman and woman.
Master and disciple.
(Isabella considers herself a woman, for now.)
Even just one of these factors was far from being a proper relationship. Even if I'm called ignorant of the ways of the world, I can still distinguish what is wholesome and what is unwholesome.
At the very least, the kiss we shared earlier was unwholesome.
Hoo—
Master blew out the lamp flame. Then she got into bed and pulled up the covers. To explain the situation: instead of returning to the church after that intense kissing, we ended up coming to a nearby inn and renting a room.
[Noah-nim? It's been quite a while since you last came to the inn?]
[Had a bit to drink for the first time in ages, and this one here can't even hold herself upright. We'll stay just for the night.]
[...And who is this?]
[A girl, a girl. I can't just send a drunk girl out alone at this hour. Did you really think I'd bring a man into my bedroom?]
[Hahaha! If that were the case, all the men who've had their eye on you after hearing the rumors would have flocked to this inn to grill me for details. Hmm, what a shame. Business would have been booming.]
[Nonsensical dreams, you rascal.]
That was the conversation between the innkeeper and Master that I listened to while pretending to be drunk. In other words, the situation was that I, as the female 'Isabella' rather than the male 'Ibel,' would be sharing a bed with my Master.
I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.
Thump, thump—
My mind was clear, as if it were a lie that just moments ago I was so drunk I couldn't control my body. And in this state, my shoulder kept touching Master's.
"We need to pack for tomorrow's dungeon expedition, so get some proper sleep. I'll wake you when the sun's suitably up, so don't even think about rising early."
"...Yes, Master."
"Don't worry if you talk in your sleep. I likely won't wake up unless it's something extreme... I'll sleep first, then."
Unlike me, tormented by all sorts of worries, Master seemed completely unfazed.
Isabella couldn't bring herself to turn her head. Soon, a soft breathing sound was heard. The blanket rose and fell slightly in rhythm with the breaths.
'...M-Master?! You're just going to sleep like this...?!'
Honestly~, I was expecting a little more. Rationally and emotionally, debating what's right and wrong, calling things unwholesome and all, might be important in life's journey, but...
After waking me to my senses with that kiss, you're just going to comfortably fall asleep by yourself?
I felt a little resentful toward my Master.
[Have you come to your senses now?]
[I don't know, Master.]
[You're quite greedy, my disciple.]
Master had clearly said that in the alley. Whispered it in my ear with that seductive voice. And then she brought me to this inn... and took off her clothes.
Meaning she was down to her underwear.
It's not that strange to undress for sleep, but anyway, I'd already imagined all sorts of things in my head. Sharing a bed with Master? What would we do together in bed? Would we kiss again? And if we kissed, what would come next...!
And what did Master look like in her underwear?
Everything that needed to be covered was covered, but what didn't need covering was left entirely exposed. It was only natural that it was a visual stimulus sharp enough to sober anyone up.
I was trying desperately to hide my erect cock with the blanket... but it ended with just hiding it.
'It doesn't seem like it's going to go down...'
Lying here in our underwear, shoulders touching, under the same blanket, in the same bed—this situation was nothing short of torture.
...Hoo... hoo... hoo... hoo...
A regular breathing sound came from beside me.
Isabella slowly, very slowly, turned her head to the side. The lamp was out, but the moonlight from the window faintly illuminated Master's profile.
Long eyelashes. Tightly closed lips. A straight, elegant nose.
And the characteristically long ears of an elf. They were pressed against the pillow, looking quite uncomfortably crumpled.
"......"
Unthinkingly, I took my hand out from under the blanket and tried to straighten Master's ear. There was no reaction.
"Are you already asleep...?"
Seizing the moment, I turned my whole body to face sideways. The rustling of the blanket and the creaking of the bed filled the room, but Master still didn't stir.
Hoo... hoo... hoo... hoo...
"Master..."
She truly is a lovely, beautiful person.
I can confidently say that, among all the people I've met in my life so far, Master is the most beautiful.
Just how many years has she lived? Judging by her appearance alone, she has the elegance of a noblewoman in her prime. It's rude to ask a woman her age, so as a disciple, I've never even properly asked my Master how old she is.
'There's so much I don't know about Master.'
That thought suddenly occurred to me.
What kind of experiences has Master had until now? Does Master not have much hesitation about 'that kind' of act? Has she had many experiences with men? Or perhaps she prefers women...?
If so, then why does she do 'those things' with me, her disciple?
An experience that felt good and that I want to do again, so much so that I had the presumptuous thought of wanting to have Master all to myself. But maybe Master herself is just being casual about it, which makes me a little unnecessarily worried.
Maybe all elves are like this...?
If it's the race itself and not just individuals, it might be easier to accept, but I remember reading about elves in my family's study in the past.
The long-lived race, elves.
They are a reclusive race rarely seen outside the northern continent. The texts said they are beautiful in appearance but arrogant, haughty, stubborn, and conservative.
...Nowhere in those records was there any mention of debauchery like 'coveting a disciple's lips' or 'putting their hand inside a disciple's pants.'
On the contrary, it only mentioned that, due to their long lifespans, they aren't as obsessed with descendants as humans are.
'She must have gone through things I can't even imagine.'
Maybe she carries some kind of wound, something that would make my own physical circumstances—having a cock on a female body—seem trivial. Otherwise, there's no way she would have settled down here in Bellua, so far from the northern continent.
An unspeakable wound, or circumstances that prevent her from returning to her homeland...
Looking at Master's sleeping face, all sorts of thoughts came to mind.
'That's it. She's lonely. That's why she kisses someone like me... and h-helps me with my release...'
And here I am, having indecent thoughts about such a Master.
I was so ashamed I could barely stand it. To my Master, who must have lived a much harder life in a foreign land, I showed my ugly self, unable to control my own body...
Isabella pinched her own thigh as if scolding herself.
'Cock, please, stop tormenting me...'
Deep breath, deep breath—!
Calming my pounding heartbeat, I began to erase the unwholesome fantasies filling my head, one by one.
Gulp.
'But if it's just this much.'
Very slowly, bit by bit, I moved my face closer to Master's side. The scent of Master's skin tickled my nose.
Moving even closer, I gently closed my eyes and softly pressed my lips against Master's cheek.
Mwah—
And I whispered softly.
"Sweet dreams, Master."
This was the extent of the wholesome affection Isabella could muster the courage to express.
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'...Is that it?'
I had been waiting.
I was waiting, anticipating whether Isabella might try something while I was asleep. But the result was the disciple's wise response to the Master's mischievous prank...
She was drunk, after all.
I kissed her plenty to get her excited and even brought her to an inn. I deliberately set the stage before falling asleep by saying, 'I likely won't wake up unless it's something extreme, I'll sleep first, then.'
I even got down to my underwear.
Watching her struggle to hide her erection was quite entertaining, to be honest. Purposely walking past her front while pretending to pick something up, bending over to show my butt, things like that.
Thump, thump—
I slowly opened my eyes.
[Sweet dreams, Master.]
How long has it been since she said that? The rascal was already fast asleep, her face resting on my shoulder with a look of utter peace.
"Really, how embarrassing."
I was the trash here, just me.
In this situation, the flow should be to pounce on the Master, cover her mouth, and thrust into her mercilessly, or quietly pull down her panties without waking her and rub between...
That's definitely how it went in those adult games.
...Isabella was just too pure. Is it really right to corrupt a kid like this? I felt genuinely, just a 'little,' guilty. Even the unexpected reaction had its own charm.
Mwah.
A kiss returned for a kiss received.
And then I gently pulled Isabella's waist closer.
Does this kid know? That she is both my first kiss and my first partner to share a bed with.
Sharing a bed with another woman was better than I thought.