Chapter 245: Crying Out Love in the Center of the Lord's Castle
Chapter 245: Crying Out Love in the Center of the Lord's Castle
“So. Sara, what’s… no. Before that, I have to ask, what’s with the new look? I’ve never seen you dress like that.”
It was true. Sara was wearing pants with an incredibly low waistline, the top band resting somewhere around the middle of her hips.
Her top was the same length as usual, but because her pants were so low, more than half of her smooth stomach was exposed, revealing a set of well-defined abs.
The outfit looked fantastic on Sara’s slender, model-like frame, but at the same time, it felt completely out of place.
Of course it did. She absolutely hated showing her skin.
Because of her past trauma of almost being raped by that bastard Pots, Sara not only disliked men other than me but also hated being the center of attention.
And since Sara was well aware of how beautiful she was, she also knew that if she wore revealing clothes, men would stare at her.
That’s why she always wore clothes that showed as little skin as possible.
Personally, I thought it was a waste for someone with a body like a model to dress so conservatively, but given her past, I never considered trying to change her mind.
Fucking Pots. I should have tortured him more before he died. I never imagined he’d be so mentally weak as to kill himself.
Anyway, here was that Sara, wearing pants that left her lower abdomen completely bare.
Had she had some kind of change of heart?
“Hehe. Do you get it?”
At my question, Sara grinned, revealing her white teeth. She looked even happier than when she’d first walked into the room.
She spun around halfway, turning her back to me, then struck a pose like a model and glanced over her shoulder.
“Ta-da! Look at this. What do you think?”
Seeing her from behind, I finally understood why Sara had suddenly shown up in such an outfit.
So this was why she went shopping again today after we’d already bought so much yesterday.
Because the waist of her pants was so low, it sat just below the small of her back, perfectly revealing the Apostle’s Seal I had given her yesterday.
She must have been determined to show off the entire design, because the pants were cut just low enough to reveal the very bottom of the heart shape.
That meant she was exposing the area right at the top of the cleft of her buttocks, a style so daring that a wrong move could reveal something much deeper.
Well, if you were asking whether it suited her or not, it definitely did.
Showing just the right amount of skin made her already model-like figure shine, giving her a truly professional aura.
“Uh… um… It’s gorgeous. You look amazing. Is this what you went out to buy today?”
“Yep.”
“You should have told me. I would have gone with you and helped you pick it out.”
“Hehe. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Seeing the shocked look on your face, I’d say the surprise was a success.”
“Yeah. You look really, really beautiful. But Sara, I have one question.”
“Hm? What is it?”
“Did you walk all the way from the store to here dressed like that?”
“I did.”
“Weren’t guys staring at you?”
For a split second, the briefest of moments, Sara’s expression looked as if she were staring at a piece of trash.
But it was gone in an instant, and she looked back at me with a bright smile.
“Well, they looked, but I wanted to show this off. I can put up with that much.”
Just like Diana, Sara seemed overjoyed to have clear, visible proof of our relationship.
At the same time, it explained why she had been able to calm her anger so quickly after seeing me with Silvia.
In fact, Silvia, who was still in my arms, now had a slightly sullen expression as she looked at Sara’s seal. At the same time, she stared intently at the mark on Sara’s backside with eyes full of envy.
This made me feel a little bad. Silvia was in a situation where I could have given her an Apostle’s Seal, but I had deliberately chosen not to.
Still, it was the right decision. After all, she wasn’t brought into our clan to be on the same level as the other three.
But I couldn’t just let her look so down. I needed to distract her.
With the hand that was wrapped tightly around Silvia, I began to tickle her side.
“Eek! Hah… Ahhhh…”
At that, Silvia seemed to remember that she was being held in my arms.
Her body, which had gone still while she was focused on Sara’s seal, began to tremble with embarrassment once more.
Alright, Silvia was taken care of. Now, back to my conversation with Sara.
To think that her desire to show off our relationship was stronger than her disgust at being stared at by other men. What an admirable sentiment.
Honestly, I didn’t like the idea of other guys looking at Sara that way, but what could I do? It’s not like I could go around gouging out everyone’s eyes, and telling her not to wear pretty clothes just because of other people would be ridiculous.
This complicated feeling must be the fate of any man with a beautiful woman.
I’d given up on worrying about other people’s gazes a long time ago—right around the time I had Leia’s priestess robes tailored into a form-fitting outfit.
Well, the feeling was a bit more complicated since the seal was placed on an erogenous zone, but other people wouldn’t know that, so it should be fine.
Ah, come to think of it, I never told Sara that either. Which is probably why she’s showing it off so freely.
I’ll just keep that a secret from her forever.
With that thought, I slowly scanned Sara’s back one more time, determined to burn the image into my memory.
She was truly beautiful. With her long, slender limbs and wide hips, seeing her in those tight, low-rise pants made her look like she was in the middle of a photoshoot.
Hm? Wait a minute…
A question popped into my head.
“Hey, Sara.”
“Yeah?”
“Those pants are cut pretty low, aren't they?”
“They are.”
“So what did you do about underwear?”
That was it. Sara was currently showing skin in an area where the top of her underwear should have been clearly visible.
But there was no sign of any underwear above her pants.
“Hehe. Curious?”
Sara replied with a smile that was almost seductive.
“Yeah. Very curious.”
All sorts of images ran wild in my mind.
From a micro-bikini to a T-back, or even a C-string.
No matter what she was wearing, it was bound to look incredibly sexy on a model like Sara.
I wanted to see. I desperately wanted to see.
“If you’re that curious, why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Th-that means… she wants me to take them off myself!
You sly little minx! You really know how to drive a man crazy!
I was about to leap toward Sara, but I failed, thanks to Silvia still being in my arms.
“Sara. Come here.”
“But Silvia-ssi is here.”
In other words, she was telling me that I had to send Silvia away before she would let me see what was under her pants.
Damn it. So Sara’s confidence wasn’t just because she felt superior for having received the Apostle’s Seal.
She had anticipated this, confident that we would soon be alone, and had only temporarily suppressed her jealousy.
It made sense. There was no way this jealous girl wouldn’t feel a little possessive, even if she was in a slightly superior position.
But what was I supposed to do? Silvia’s special training wasn’t over yet.
Besides, Silvia and I had just finished having sex.
Was I really going to have sex with her and then say, ‘I’m done with you, so get out. I’m going to play with my main girl now’?
Even though I had drawn a clear line between Silvia and my other girls, and I tried to act accordingly, that just felt wrong.
That would be no different from treating her like an actual sex slave.
I couldn’t be that cruel.
Sara didn’t know that Silvia and I had just had sex.
She probably thought I was just tormenting Silvia under the guise of “special training.”
If she knew the truth, my kind Sara would never have sent such a blatant signal for me to kick Silvia out.
After all, she was the one who felt sorry for Silvia and allowed her to sleep here in the first place.
But I couldn’t exactly tell Sara, Hey, I just had sex with Silvia, and I feel bad kicking her out right after, you know?
Is this what they call being caught between a rock and a hard place?
“What are you going to do?”
Sara spun around again to face me, then slowly approached the bed with a smile.
Damn it. What should I do?
If I sent Silvia away, I’d feel terrible for her, but if I didn’t, Sara would definitely get upset.
“Well…”
Knock, knock.
Just as I opened my mouth, trying to figure out what to do, a knock echoed through the room.
“Guwon-nim. Sara-nim. Silvia-nim. Dinner is ready.”
Vanessa’s cool, emotionless voice announced that it was time to eat, just as it always did.
It was a completely flat voice, but to me, it sounded like a ray of light, a voice of salvation. For the record, I don’t mean my own voice.
“…Time’s up.”
Sara’s tone dropped slightly as she spoke.
Even though Vanessa had interrupted us, she was clearly displeased that I hadn’t immediately sent Silvia away.
Still, at least I could use Vanessa as an excuse. The situation was better than it could have been.
“Oh, right. Let’s hurry and eat. Hey, don’t be like that. I’ll be sure to check what’s under your pants later.”
I gently lifted Silvia and set her aside, then approached Sara, deliberately speaking in a cheerful voice.
“Hmph. I’m not pouting.”
“Glad to hear it. Now, let’s go. You haven’t shown the others yet, right? Let’s go show it off.”
Trying to lift her spirits, I said whatever came to mind as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close.
The feeling of her smooth, bare skin against my arm made the embrace feel so much better.
In more ways than one, these were excellent pants.
“Silvia. What are you doing? Come on. You have to come too.”
“Y-Yes.”
And so, I led Sara and Silvia toward the dining room.
I had no idea that the words I had just spoken would become the spark that ignited a new bomb.
“My. Sara-yang. This is rare. I’ve never seen you in such an outfit.”
“It’s true. It looks great on you, Sara-ssi.”
Diana and Leia were already in the dining room.
And, being women themselves, they immediately noticed Sara’s bold fashion choice, which left her lower abdomen exposed.
“Hehe. Thank you. To be honest, it’s a little embarrassing to show this much skin, but I didn’t want to hide the proof of my love with Guwon.”
Hearing their comments, Sara turned around as if she’d been waiting for this moment, sticking her hips out slightly to emphasize the seal on her backside as she struck a pose.
All the while, her eyes were fixed on me, and her gaze seemed to say, I wasn’t going to go this far, but you’re the one who told me to show off. Or maybe it was, Hmph. So you didn’t choose me right away? You like Silvia-ssi that much, do you? Let’s see how you handle this.
Sara’s provocation had a massive and immediate impact.
“Wh-wh-wh-what?!”
Diana stuttered like a broken machine, unable to form a complete sentence.
“S-Sara-ssi, you received one too?”
Leia looked dejected, realizing that she was the only one of the three who hadn’t received an Apostle’s Seal.
She probably expected that Sara had received one since I spent the night with her, but seeing it with her own eyes must have been a much bigger shock.
“H-Hmph! W-Well, I have one too! And I got mine first!”
“Yes, in a place that can’t even be seen unless you do something perverted like lifting up your skirt. The fact that he put mine somewhere I can show off like this must mean Guwon was quite eager to boast about it, too.”
“H-Hng! Guwooon!”
Sara, whose aggression had been sharpened by her recent annoyance with me, shot back a retort. Diana let out a cute noise and looked at me, then started to tear up as she pointed at Sara like a child tattling.
She was probably asking me if what Sara said was true.
S-Sara-nim! I get that you’re upset, but could you please tone down the provocations?!
You’re making Diana regress into a child, she’s on the verge of tears from the mental damage!
Besides, I don’t think yours is in a place you can show off so casually either!
You do realize that if your pants slipped down just one more centimeter, your butt crack would be showing, right?
You’re in a pretty revealing state yourself!