Ch.36Chapter 36 – Save Me

How much time had passed since I proposed to Rachel Watson with an ‘all or nothing’ mindset?

– Squeeze…

“…Rachel?”

Watson, who had been staring at me intensely, suddenly leaned toward me and gently pinned down both my arms.

“Ah, that hurts.”

I tried to twist my body slightly in confusion at her sudden action, but she ignored me and expressionlessly pushed me down as I sat on the bed.

“Um, excuse me.”

“………..”

Unless I used magic, my frail body stood no chance against Watson’s firm grip.

“…I’m sorry.”

Helplessly pushed against the wall, I could only look up at Rachel Watson, who was straddling me on the bed, and whisper in the most pitiful voice possible.

“What are you sorry for?”

She applied more pressure to my arms and asked in a low voice.

“…Everything.”

I should have noticed then that the look in her eyes had changed slightly from before.

“Everything is my fault.”

But consumed by anxiety that this might be game over, I just continued whispering with the most sympathetic expression I could muster.

“…Please forgive me.”

In retrospect, that action probably awakened something within Rachel Watson.

“Hmm.”

It was at that moment that heat began to rise in Watson’s eyes as she held my arms.

“Why do you keep making me angry?”

“…Pardon?”

As I stared at Rachel Watson’s eyes with a puzzled expression, she suddenly leaned in closer and whispered:

“You make me worry sick, then suddenly cut off all contact, and then a month later you show up in this dangerous place.”

“………”

“I risk my life to come here only to find you transformed into the rogue I despise so much, and then you suddenly propose to me.”

Her words that followed were entirely justified.

“But do you know what makes me the angriest?”

I lowered my head with my tail between my legs, when Rachel Watson, looking down at me, whispered in my ear:

“…From the moment you put that ring on my finger.”

When I looked up at those words, her cheeks were flushed.

“My heart has been pounding like crazy.”

That was the moment when the atmosphere in the room began to turn strange.

– Rustle…

“R-Rachel.”

Rachel Watson, now red to her ears, began to climb on top of me.

“Didn’t you ask for forgiveness?”

“Y-yes…?”

“Then stay quiet.”

I felt an inexplicable uneasiness and tried to get up, but Watson, who was now pressing down on me with her weight, whispered:

“Are you trying to make me angrier?”

“……….”

“You won’t be able to take responsibility if you do.”

The moment I heard those words, my body went limp.

“”………….””

Before I knew it, Watson and I were lying on the bed, holding hands and facing each other.

“…I like you too.”

How much time had passed like that?

“Let’s get engaged.”

Rachel Watson whispered to me with a shy, girlish expression so unlike her usual self.

“…Ahem.”

I nodded quietly at her words, and she avoided my gaze for a while, fidgeting shyly before tightly closing her eyes.

– Rustle…

Then, she nestled into my arms.

“…So, will you do it now?”

“Pardon?”

When she asked with a trembling voice after snuggling into my arms, I tilted my head in confusion, and Rachel Watson’s shy voice flowed from her lips:

“…You said you were saving yourself for marriage.”

“……..?”

“You wouldn’t even let me kiss you, let alone hold you like this.”

As my mind went blank from her shocking statement, she raised her head from my arms.

“But you just said it yourself?”

“Um…”

“You asked me to be engaged.”

Her expression had changed to one I’d seen once each on Professor Moriarty and Charlotte.

“Engagement is as good as marriage, isn’t it? Right?”

“What are you…”

“Are you making me angry again?”

I tried to explain rationally, but her expression suddenly turned cold, and her words left me speechless.

“Do you know how hard it’s been, just holding hands with you?”

“That may be true, but…”

Rachel Watson began to lean in closer to me.

“No use arguing.”

Her rough breath reached me as she came close to my face.

“You’ve practically said you want physical intimacy now.”

Her warm, soft stomach and her considerably large chest—though not as large as Miss Microny’s—pressed against me, transferring her warmth.

“…There’s no escape.”

The woman who had coldly condemned me to become a vegetative patient now whispered with a completely relaxed face as she closed her eyes.

‘…This isn’t right.’

As I realized what was about to happen next, hesitation filled my mind.

‘The Professor and Charlotte will surely…’

But that hesitation was brief, as I saw the message that appeared before me and had no choice but to close my eyes and accept Rachel Watson.

[London Lady: Completed fake marriage with Watson 1 time.]

‘…I wonder how many pieces I’ll be cut into.’

Right after that, her soft tongue began to invade my mouth.

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“…Phew.”

“Mmm…”

After sharing bodily fluids for quite some time while entangled on the bed, Rachel Watson and Issac Adler simultaneously pulled their heads back.

– Drip…

A sticky fluid stretched between their lips.

“…Did you hear something?”

“I think so.”

Still embracing each other, they turned their gazes toward the closed door before wiping their mouths and sitting up.

“”…………””

They stared at each other with flushed cheeks.

“I-I think there are too many eyes here.”

“It seems so. This place isn’t very reputable to begin with.”

“…I would have liked to go all the way.”

“Pardon?”

When Adler tilted his head with a puzzled expression at Watson’s murmur, she blushed and whispered, suddenly returning to formal speech:

“Anyway, let’s leave. It’s too dangerous here.”

“That’s… right. You’re correct.”

As she stood up, Adler looked confused but followed suit.

“…You.”

“Yes?”

As Adler was about to head for the door, Rachel Watson stopped him.

“Cut ties with Issac Adler.”

She said with a serious expression.

“…Why?”

When Adler, disguised as Neville, scratched his head and asked, she began explaining mercilessly with gleaming eyes:

“He showed some unexpected sides recently, but… his inherent character hasn’t changed.”

“Um, well…”

“And I can’t stand watching someone like you being influenced by him.”

Saying this, she linked arms with Adler, her expression softening again after momentarily turning cold at the thought of Adler.

“…Because I love you.”

Staring blankly at Watson’s completely melted expression, Adler bowed his head quietly, consumed by guilt and a sense of betrayal.

‘What should I do?’

This was because both Issac Adler, whom she so despised and condemned, and Neville St. Claire, who had just been sharing bodily fluids with her, were one and the same person.

“You know what?”

“…Yes?”

“That kiss just now was my first.”

Whether aware of his troubled mind or not, Rachel Watson whispered softly in Adler’s ear.

“Take responsibility.”

“…Rachel.”

“You’ll have to take responsibility anyway when we get married.”

Adler, who was about to say that he was the one who had been kissed, quietly closed his mouth at her continued whisper.

“By the way, when should we have the engagement ceremony?”

Looking at Adler with loving eyes, she began to mutter with a slightly excited expression.

“Tomorrow? No, that would be too hasty. Then maybe a few months from now?”

“……….”

“What do you think?”

Adler, who had been sweating slightly, smiled and answered:

“Let’s start with dating and think about it slowly.”

Watson blinked at him.

– Rustle…

She fidgeted, reached out, and took Adler’s hand.

“…Can I hope?”

Then, watching his reaction, she asked in a small voice:

“It’s okay to hope now… right?”

“I think so.”

Adler turned his gaze sideways and answered, affected by her modest and cute demeanor that was nowhere to be found in her usual tomboyish appearance.

“…Hehe.”

She giggled and rested her head on Adler’s shoulder.

– Squeeze…

“………..”

Since Rachel Watson was taller, she ended up burying her cheek against his neck rather than his shoulder, but Watson, with her eyes gently closed and a shy smile, didn’t seem to mind.

“We’ve only been holding hands for so long, just being like this makes me happy.”

After keeping her head buried in Adler’s neck for quite some time, she lifted their joined hands and began to mutter:

“…My body feels hot when you suddenly raise the intensity.”

Looking up at Adler intently, she began to move forward while still leaning on him.

“Can I stay like this throughout our date?”

“…Of course.”

At the same time, Issac Adler began walking forward, matching her pace.

“…Even until the moon rises?”

“…………”

And so began their tension-filled date in many ways.

‘…How much time do I have left with this disguise?’

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– Creak…

Realizing that I didn’t have much time left to maintain my disguise, I left the opium den room with a troubled expression.

“…..Ah.”

Then I realized that wasn’t the problem.

“………”

Charlotte Holmes, hiding her appearance in black smoke, was staring at me intently with a pipe in her mouth.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

“………”

“Are you feeling ill?”

As I stared at her empty eyes that were visible only to me with a pale face, Watson, who was leaning on me, asked with a worried expression:

“Would you like a medical examination before our date?”

“…No, I’m fine.”

As I hastily answered and began to move forward, a cold voice suddenly echoed in my ear:

“Issac Adler.”

Charlotte Holmes, who was now walking beside me, tilted her head and asked:

“…You can see me right now.”

‘Someone save me.’

Her questioning continued throughout the date.