Chapter 306

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Frankly, it was a bit unexpected.

I didn’t think Eugene would hesitate to voice his concerns like this.

The more frustrated a person is, the more they try to share their worries with others. Even if it doesn’t help much, just talking about it can be comforting. In Eugene’s case, it would definitely be his Supernatural Ability. This was the time when he’d be fretting over not mastering how to use them.

The process of exploring and understanding one’s ability.

It was a trial that every Supernatural goes through at least once.

The problem is that Eugene is a special case.

It’s especially difficult for the “Chosen One” to delve into the essence of their abilities.

Even Yoo-seong only realized his true ability during the battle with Bael, so how much more difficult would it be for Eugene?

But I know Eugene’s abilities inside and out.

I read about them in the ‘novel’ and mastered them through Lucille’s memories.

The current Eugene must be getting impatient.

He hasn’t achieved any noticeable results, even after more than a month.

The proficiency of the Supernatural Abilities he possessed had increased, but he hadn’t copied any new ones. Considering the nature of his ability, which grows exponentially with the number of abilities he has, Eugene must be feeling quite bitter. He’s obtained a treasured sword that can cut through anything, but he can’t even draw it from its scabbard. It must feel like hanging a pearl necklace on a pig.

That’s where I come in.

I am Lucille’s successor.

The one who inherited the blessed Saintess’s duty.

It’s my role as a Saintess to guide the Chosen One.

I was going to empathize with Eugene’s anguish and tell him the conditions for his ability, but…

Eugene is showing extreme resistance.

Strange? Is he ashamed that he hasn’t even grasped his own ability? I don’t think it’s anything to be embarrassed about. Or is there another reason? Either way, it’s a difficult situation for me. If Eugene refuses to talk, there’s nothing I can do. I can’t force someone who doesn’t want to listen to me to explain the conditions of their ability, can I?

I thought about postponing it, but Eugene’s expression looked so serious that I hesitated.

It’s a problem I could solve right away.

Moreover, Eugene needs to grow as quickly as possible.

In the current situation where the Devil Gods could run rampant at any time, Eugene’s rapid growth is essential.

Just by knowing the conditions of his ability, Eugene would gain a foothold for growth. It would drastically shorten the time.

In the end, after agonizing and brooding, I made a decision.

If he’s reluctant to talk, I’ll make him talk.

If I can make him want to talk, everything will be solved, right?

‘Hehe, Lucia knows. Even a blockhead like Eugene is still a man.’

Since Alice was the main heroine, I had suspected him of being a lolicon. But after seeing Lucille’s memories, I realized. Eugene didn’t like Alice because of her young appearance. He just liked her. The person he fell in love with happened to be Alice. As proof, there were many instances where Eugene had fallen for Lucille.

‘Men, you know. They’re just perverts who lose their minds over breasts. There’s even a myth that just looking at them relieves stress. I used to be a man, so I know very well.’

I undid one button at a time on my loose shirt. The buttons on my grown-up healing pouch were so worn that they looked like they would fall off any minute. I’ll have to get a new uniform soon. Come to think of it, I need to get a new bra too… Ehehe, I like it when it’s a little tight, so I’ll hold off for now.

Eugene was flustered and didn’t know what to do at my sudden action. Actually, I was embarrassed too. I felt a little ashamed. The humiliating feeling tickling my chest made me want to giggle. This kind of stimulation isn’t so bad either.

“Do you… want to touch my chest?”

Here, take the freebie that rolled right to you.

Lucia’s ample breasts, you can touch them as much as you want.

Pinch them. Bite them. Knead them.

For this moment, they’re all yours.

Of course, Eugene would refuse, though.

It’s not for nothing that Eugene’s nickname is a pushover.

He really is like a pushover, so that’s what we call him.

He’s the type who would hold back even if I told him he could pounce on me right now.

It’s not that he has no sexual desire, he actually has plenty but somehow manages to restrain himself.

He’s truly the embodiment of PG-13.

A healthy king who would never allow anything rated R.

My current action was an expression of will.

I’m so worried about you that I’m willing to go this far.

It was just a performance to declare that.

“You don’t have to feel pressured…”

I muttered and glanced sideways at Eugene.

Our pushover boy should be blushing bright red right now, unable to even open his eyes… Huh?

“…”

Eugene didn’t avert his gaze.

His face was as red as if he had a fever.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if the blood vessels had burst.

I could see a hint of blood on his lips. It looked like he had bitten his tongue.

It was hard to tell if he was angry or embarrassed.

One thing was certain, he was looking at me with a heated gaze.

“You can touch them as much as you want… to… but…”

His voice gradually trailed off.

I sensed an unusual atmosphere.

Huh. Oh dear. This is way beyond my expectations.

I was sure Eugene would make a fuss and say it was okay.

“Lucia.”

“U-Uh-huh?”

Eugene called me quietly.

I flinched and answered.

Slowly, his hand rose.

He was reaching out towards me.

Huh? Uh oh? Oh dear? Is he going to touch me? Is he really going to touch me? Of course, Lucia’s healing pouch is subtly weighty, resilient, soft, and has a good texture, so touching it relieves stress, but… Is he really going to touch it? Is he going to knead it? Is he going to pinch it? Really? Really, really?

I shouldn’t be saying this, since I’m the one who declared he could touch me, but this is really unexpected.

W-Wait a minute. I’m not ready yet?! I’m weak against being pushed?! If you come on a little strong, I’ll cave right away?! That’s too much. I trusted you! I believed you were an abstinent man! To reveal your true colors so easily… As I thought, you can’t trust men at all. They’re all wolves. It was foolish of me to believe that you were different…

“D-Don’t be too rough…”

H-Hmm… Well, it can’t be helped. It’s my fault. There’s no helping it. Yes, there’s no helping it. I have to keep my word, right? If you’re going to touch me, then touch me. But don’t be forceful. If you come on a little rough, the switch inside me might turn on. 

I might give you not only my chest but other things as well. Not only Lucia’s secret and precious place that I haven’t allowed anyone to touch, but also my assets, possessions, and if necessary, even my human rights… N-No. As Lucille’s successor, I have to maintain my human rights until all the incidents are over…

“Hngh…”

I let out a groan without realizing it.

Shame and anticipation were mixed in this situation.

I felt a similar but different sense of excitement compared to when I self-harmed.

“Lucia.”

Eugene called my name again.

At his quiet voice, my eyes squeezed shut.

The sound of my pounding heart echoed loudly.

I felt Eugene’s hand approaching my chest. It touched. It definitely touched. The moment I thought that, I felt a sensation of being pulled away. I slowly opened my eyes. Eugene was re-buttoning my uniform.

“You shouldn’t say things like that so carelessly.”

…Eh.

Ehehe.

As expected, the embodiment of PG-13.

You surprised me. I was flustered.

I was so surprised that my whole body is covered in sweat.

A-Ah, no, yes, actually, I knew it? I guessed it?

You disappointed me like this last time, too.

“Don’t make such jokes to me or to anyone else.”

Eugene, who had buttoned up all the buttons, placed his hand on my shoulder.

The warmth of his calloused, hard palm wrapped around my shoulder.

“Men are more foolish than you think. They’re all idiots. They’ll take your jokes seriously.”

“It wasn’t a joke…”

“…Even if it was serious, you went too far just now.”

Eugene sighed deeply.

I struggled to lift my head and look at Eugene.

He was making an expression that was hard to describe.

It was a face that seemed to have a lot to say, but couldn’t actually say it.

“Even between friends, there’s a line that needs to be kept between men and women, right?”

“W-We’re not just friends, are we? We’re best friends?”

Have you forgotten the promise we made in the infirmary?

It hasn’t even been a few months, have you already forgotten?

We decided to become best friends.

“I-I wouldn’t do this to just anyone? It’s because it’s Eugene… because Eugene is special to me…”

He’s also a candidate for my Master.

He’s also the future hero who will save the world.

As Lucille’s successor, I also have a duty to lead the hero of this era.

…Anyway, Eugene was a special person to me in many ways.

“I just wanted to be helpful to you…”

“Lucia…”

“Hmph, forget it. To misinterpret my pure goodwill.”

I made a gesture of covering my chest with both hands and turned my head away.

“The opportunity has passed. Best friend chance is over. Really, I was going to do it with a big heart…”

I glanced at Eugene and saw that he was making a very awkward expression. Why? Are you regretting it now? Too bad. I’m not interested in a pushover who kicked away the opportunity with his own feet. After all, Frey seems like a better candidate for Master. She’s much bolder than Eugene, she can match my tastes, and also…

“I’m sorry. But that’s what I think. What you did just now was too much, even for best friends.”

The heavy force that was pressing on my shoulder disappeared. Eugene lowered his hand from my shoulder. His hand, which had gone down, stopped on the back of my hand.

“Don’t push yourself for my sake. If you really think of me as a best friend, take better care of your body.”

“…Okay.”

“Thank you for thinking of me. I was happy. Really.”

…He’s a model student.

Everything he says is correct.

I can’t argue with him.

Okay. Lucia was wrong. I’m sorry for joking around lightly.

“…I can’t touch your chest, but.”

“Huh?”

“Can I ask for another favor instead?”

“What is it?”

“Hold my hand. I think it would be a big help.”

“Just that?”

“Just that. For now. It’s enough.”

That’s a very modest request.

I reluctantly took Eugene’s hand.

I intertwined my fingers between his and clasped them together.

…To abandon the chest and just hold hands.

Does Eugene have a hand fetish or something?

Should I cut off my hand and give it to him?

“It’s warm. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Sigh, oh well, whatever.

I suddenly lost all my energy.

Because Eugene is too innocent and wholesome.

I somehow feel pathetic and stupid.

But…

Sometimes, this might not be so bad.

Not turning on my masochistic circuits, but having a slightly healthier atmosphere.

“I’ll just lean on you for a moment.”

“Eep.”

I rested my head on Eugene’s shoulder. Since he’s asking me to hold his hand, it seems like he misses human warmth, so it’s a special service. He’s been alone ever since Yui left, so it’s understandable that he misses human warmth. Lucia will become a human heater for you. Get nice and warm.

By the way, the goal was to tell Eugene the conditions of his ability, but how did it end up like this? Is it not too late even now? The atmosphere isn’t bad, so should I probe him a little? I feel like he’ll honestly reveal his worries if it’s now.

“Eugene, there’s something I want to ask you.”

I said, putting a little strength into our clasped hands.

“The reason you were worried. Supernatural Abil…”

“Uhee~ Fuck~”

A sudden curse interrupted my words.

I was startled and lifted my head from Eugene’s shoulder.

I quickly turned around and saw Frey looking at us with a bright smile.

“What’s the atmosphere? Huh? I smell something sweet and sour? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

…Let’s postpone it until next time.

It’s a misunderstanding. It’s a misunderstanding. Frey, it’s not what you think.

I didn’t flirt with Eugene.

I have no intention of taking away your future lover, so rest assured.

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
The healthy king tried very hard today!

No horny!!

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
Eugene is now dying harder, yay!