episode_0028

4 years ago─. No, if you were to say this to yourself from 1 year ago, what kind of reaction would you get?

You’ll soon meet Evan Lane, the man you were desperately trying to bite.

As the saying goes, you don’t know your clothes are getting wet in a drizzle… … I will come to love him as if he is seeping into me.

Lethe stared blankly into the distance and decided to imagine a ‘what if’ scenario. How would Lethe Heresia from a few years ago react to hearing these words?

‘It’s pretty obvious. Probably.’

Although there was no set pattern to the expected reactions, they generally shared the same conclusion.

Either laugh at it, say it’s not funny, get red and angry, or turn a deaf ear.

Either way, it was a denial. It was so unbelievable, so hard to believe that she had sexual feelings for Evan.

But Lethe was not thick-skinned enough to openly ignore the phenomenon unfolding before her eyes.

Now, look at the results. Is the situation you are in now really something you can laugh at? Is it something you can just wave your hand at and say it’s ridiculous?

‘no…….’

Lete shook her head with a hollow smile. Now was the time to admit it.

He himself clearly liked Evan. Maybe even loved him.

The affection that had once been realized poured out like a dam had burst. Now it was time to ask the Lete Heresia of a few years ago sternly.

So, are you sure you won’t fall for this annoying guy?

Are you really sure that you won’t feel excited just by meeting him?

Perhaps, upon hearing this question, the girl from the past might blush and respond angrily, saying that it was natural and that she couldn’t believe it.

Well, it wasn’t really relevant now.

Anyway, this was nothing more than a delusion with little nutritional value.

Now Lethe has admitted her love.

It’s true that we’ve bickered every time we’ve seen each other, and that we’ve criticized and taunted each other without fail, trying to gain the upper hand in some way.

And it is also true that over the years, hate developed into love.

The times we spent hanging out together and having useless fights have now become cherished memories.

“… … Evan.”

Lethe called his name in a very soft tone, quite different from her previous tone.

Evan, who was sitting next to her like a statue, flinched, and Lete grabbed Evan’s left arm and linked arms with him as if she was flirting.

Then, I gently lean my head on his shoulder. The sensation of the ‘thud’ touching gave Lete a sense of fulfillment, and gave Evan a chill.

Evan was sweating profusely at her radical transformation, but Lethe continued to giggle regardless.

“I like you, Evan… … .”

Perhaps the backlash from having ignored her emotions until now had erupted. Lete’s cheeks turned red as if she was about to release all the desires she had been holding back.

Even just before, he had avoided directly mentioning the topic, saying it was difficult to express in words.

What a great change of heart had she had in the meantime, she slammed her affections into Evan’s like a person whose brakes had really failed.

Was the brief cold war a necessary winter for this spring to arrive?

Lethe looked up at Evan, believing that it must be so, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, her beautiful eyes shining dimly.

Evan flinched at the sight of her eyes, which seemed to be hoping for something.

Lethe muttered shyly, clasping her hands together in Evan’s.

“So, today is the 1st day… …? Us.”

“… … .”

The question was intended to at least define this ambiguous relationship.

Are you and I lovers now?

Now, are we in a relationship where we are dating?

Lethe covered her cheek and said, “Ah,” as if she was too embarrassed to ask herself.

I couldn’t control my heart that was pounding ceaselessly. I wanted to capture this precious moment filled with excitement and fix it in place forever.

In fact, Lethe believed that this time would be a precious happiness that would never end.

There is only one thing left. The final piece to complete this dialogue into perfection.

Of course, that was Evan’s answer.

“… … .”

“… … .”

Time passed like that, even though Lethe didn’t want it to.

A heavy silence filled the surroundings.

Even Lete, who had been immersed in pure happiness, could not help but feel a strange sense of awkwardness in the silence.

She slowly lifted her head away. Evan couldn’t dare look at her face as it fell from his shoulder like that.

To put it simply, I was afraid. The reaction she would show was terrifying beyond compare.

“Hey.”

It was indeed so. A soft call that hit exactly where Evan was trying to breathe slowly.

Knock! Evan cleared his throat as if his prayers had been choked, and Lete began to speak in an eerie voice that had changed 180 degrees from before.

“Why can’t you meet my eyes? Why… … . When I ask you a question, won’t you give me that simple answer?”

“Leteya, that’s it.”

“… … You better be nice. I hope you won’t stand me up in this atmosphere.”

It was a chilling recommendation. A chilling murderous intent that would tear Evan apart into E/Van right away if there was no proper, convincing answer.

Evan had no choice but to become even more mute. What could he say in this situation?

I’m talking about Israfil Ha’el.

‘I was just asking what our relationship was. That was really all there was to it… … .’

How did things turn out like this? How did the atmosphere of his and Lete’s love unfold so naturally, like the flow of water?

Of course, it was Evan who took the lead in creating this development. So, there is no way to deny that he was the one who started it all… … .

If I may be so bold as to express my grievance, yes, Evan thought that Lete’s feelings for him were at best a little affectionate.

Even if it is a crush based on romantic feelings, it probably won’t be that big.

I made that hasty judgment. It was a very rash decision.

At best, it progressed as a relationship similar to a fling, but I didn’t know that he would suddenly say ‘Today is the first day’ like an 8-ton truck with broken brakes.

“… … Letenim. How about we have a calm, intellectual conversation first?”

Before he knew it, the blade had reached his chin. Evan broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at Lete, who was growling fiercely as if she was going to bite him at any moment.

“I already gave you a chance, Evan. You’re the one who didn’t respond.”

“That’s it, that’s it.”

“… … You, no way.”

Lethe hardened her expression for a moment and glared at Evan with a cold gaze like the cold north wind and snow.

“You created a sweet atmosphere, and I confessed to you first, so now you’re going to start saying that you don’t care, right? If that’s the case, you’re a real son of a bitch─.”

“That’s not it.”

Evan quickly grabbed her hand, fearing that something big would happen if he let her continue talking until the end, as if his eyes would roll back.

The body temperature transmitted in that way slightly eased Lethe’s fierceness.

She bit her lip and gave him a resentful look, and Evan struggled to speak.

“I like you too. That, that’s probably obvious. There’s no lie in that part… … . Trust me.”

“Maybe? Maybeaaah… … ?”

“… … I like you. I’m 100% sure.”

Evan changed his words sharply at the sight of Lete’s expression distorting into something so wicked.

Evan continued, nodding and apologizing for his grossly inappropriate expression.

“The reason I hesitated and couldn’t answer is because there was just one thing on my mind that was holding me back from starting a relationship with you right away… … .”

“What’s the problem.”

“… … .”

“Tell me quickly when you’re talking nicely. I’m not very patient right now.”

Lethe squeezed Evan’s left hand, which he was holding with a cold smile.

As if that wasn’t enough, he even grabbed his thigh with his other hand.

With the mindset that it wouldn’t be strange if she fought Evan to the death right here and there, she properly expressed her boiling anger─.

“… … I have slept with someone other than you.”

Evan had no other choice. 1. ‘Confess honestly’, 2. ‘Die’. In reality, with the answer already decided, he decided to lie face down.

It is a story about Israfil that is being told frankly. Even if we leave aside the exact circumstances because they are private, everything that needs to be said is being said.

Even so, it was just a long-winded explanation about having had sex with Israfil.

“… … .”

Anyway, Evan finished explaining everything. He didn’t even go into detail about his complex feelings toward Israfil… … . Perhaps Lethe could easily guess the hidden meaning.

It was a simple story.

In other words, isn’t it the same as a confession of conscience that he is conflicted about two women?

Evan looked at Lete with a sense of guilt squeezing his chest. He was even more so because he knew how rude the words he had just said were.

Lethe remained silent for a long time after that. She had a frozen expression on her face, as if she had no idea what she was thinking.

And so, time passed like an eon, with an extremely uncomfortable silence.

“… … Sigh.”

Within moments, Lethe let out a light sigh, and Evan flinched as if he were sitting on a bed of thorns.

That’s why he couldn’t immediately grab Lete when she got up from the bench.

“Yeah… … . That’s right.”

Fortunately or unfortunately, Lethe didn’t get up with the intention of leaving.

She simply returned her speech to normal and sat deep in thought.

It was a truly shocking story, but if you were to ask me if I felt betrayed, well, I guess there’s a better way to describe the feeling.

‘Israel ha’el, Ira… … .’

Lethe frowned slightly and repeated the name.

It’s a familiar name, and I’m also familiar with the person.

I also know how much she means to Evan Lane.

‘The ability is also good.’

When on earth did you end up having sex with her? From what I’ve heard, it seems certain that you had a relationship with her first.

So, soon, Lete became purely curious. She tilted her head slightly, still carrying her luggage behind her, and looked back at Evan behind her.

“There is.”

… … If this man is now worrying about Israfil and himself, it would be really annoying.

Which woman is more appealing to him? Which one?

“Do you really like me?”

Lete asked lightly as if confirming again, and Evan nodded in agreement.

But this question was only a preliminary confirmation procedure.

Lethe raised the corners of her lips before getting to the main point.

A woman who is a parent, a sister, and although not related by blood, is like my only family.

A girl who has been complaining for more than half of her life, but still has a soft spot for me.

If forced to choose between the two, which one would Evan choose?

It was a really mean idea. But Lethe decided to ask right away. Since it had come to this, she would borrow a line from a famous play from the Cavensia Empire.

“… … Answer honestly, Evan.”

Lete smiled sweetly, tucking her ivory hair behind her ear.

“Is it me, that girl?”

Putting aside this complicated love triangle, it was just a rude remark about an older person anyway.

And I know that this comment might hurt Evan’s feelings.

And yet, no, that’s why Lethe wanted Evan to respond to these words even more.

If you hesitate or avoid answering this question, then you really can’t be sure how you will turn out…

“You’re the one I like, Lete.”

“… … uh.”

A sudden word that hits you before you can even finish your rather grim thoughts.

Lethe let out a blank voice reflexively, and Evan chose to charge head-on.

“If we compare the level of favorability as a human relationship, it would be difficult to choose between you and Israfil, who are like family to me… … .”

“… … .”

“You’re the only one I can clearly see as a love interest right now, Lete Heresia. Don’t get me wrong.”

It was a statement of affirmation. A definitive answer that seemed to require no verification of its truth.

Lete blinked her wide-open eyes. She had never expected to hear such an answer.

Evan added cautiously, observing her expression.

“So, ahem. I apologize for calling Israfil ‘that bitch’─.”

Bam! Before he could finish his sentence, Lete twisted her body in an instant and landed a perfect roundhouse kick right into Evan’s temple.

“Keep going.”

As expected, Evan was knocked off the bench and left to roll around on the dirt.

It was a truly miserable sight… … Lethe looked at him like that and twisted her lips coldly.

“I personally apologize for the rudeness I committed toward the First Apostle, no matter when it came to it.”

Evan couldn’t help but raise his head, even as he touched his cold temple. He could sense an inexplicable joy in Lethe’s tone as she spoke.

“Oh my. ‘Don’t misunderstand’ is what you say, you speak so romantically, but even if you only see me as a love interest, you won’t be able to accept me because you care about Israfil, right?”

“… … That’s not necessarily true.”

“Oh, that’s enough. Don’t make excuses. I hate you so much I want to kill you.”

Folding her eyes into crescent shapes, Lete walked past Evan, who was sprawled out on the road, and sat down on the bench.

He continued speaking coldly, with one arm hanging crookedly.

“I was wrong from the beginning. Do you know the word ‘pure love’? It’s a pure and clean love… … . Haha.”

She looked down at Evan lovingly, giggling as if she found it really funny.

“I wonder if this isn’t too noble a way of loving for you. Yeah, it doesn’t suit me at all.”

“… … Lethe?”

Evan felt an inexplicable ominousness at that meaningful tone, but Lethe simply waved her hand without saying a word, creating a platinum barrier around her.

Blocking sound, obstructing perception, distorting presence and movement, and other various properties, the sacred barrier instantly created a space cut off from the outside world.

“Our love, our relationship. This is more suitable.”

Lethe, who had finished all preparations… … .

He gestured gently towards Evan.

“Come here, you little shit.”

“… … .”

“I did it to you with my mouth four days ago… … .”

She leaned back comfortably against the back of the bench and reached down.

The goal was simple: to gently lift the already precariously placed skirt and the single-drapery curtain covering her chin.

Evan gulped as the frilly white underwear was revealed.

Because I instinctively sensed Lethe’s intentions.

And that prediction turned out to be exactly right.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Lethe gave orders to the man she loved, fondling her vagina lecherously.

“Lick it, Evan. Carefully… … . Obediently, serving me.”

“… … .”

“You dare to kick me… … ? I acted so cutely, and showed you how much I was falling for you… … .”

Evan broke out in a cold sweat, and Lete lifted her underwear more boldly, exposing her vagina.

“What are you doing?”

And then he snaps his fingers as if he’s calling a dog.

“Come quickly and suck. If you don’t make me cum on time today, you’ll die by my hands.”