Chapter 47

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Content Warning

Another slight nsfw warning, the suggestive things in these chapters are something, smh.

Anyways! Enjoy at your own discretion, heh.

…What should I do?

If it’s like this, I won’t be able to stand up.

My pink patient gown is soaked, and if I lift myself off the chair, I’ll be exposed immediately.

I know I’m under the influence and overly excited, but all I did was take a single glance and I’m suddenly like this, isn’t it too much?

The moment I thought I caught his gaze—those blue eyes like the sky—my lower abdomen throbbed, and I lost strength in my legs.

I almost let out a strange whimper but managed to hold it back.

Drugs are terrifying…

Even though Lucia’s body is usually sensitive, it’s even more heightened now.

How sweet would it feel to cut my wrist in this state?

No.

This isn’t the time to think about things like that.

I often get swept away by impulsive thoughts, but I underestimated the seriousness of the current situation.

Lucia’s instincts mixed with the drug, creating a kind of chemical reaction.

Reginaaaaaa… the antidote isn’t working…

What on earth did she inject me with…?

It’s throbbing. In so many places.

I smiled awkwardly, pressing my thighs together.

Lucia’s hips… they’re quite wide, so she’s got a big bottom.

If I do this, at least it’ll cover up the wet spot.

“Sorry. You seemed like you were concentrating. Did I disturb you?”

I talked casually.

Yes, as naturally as possible.

No accidents. I can’t mess this up.

I can’t go rushing into things like when I was in the bunny girl costume.

And absolutely no declarations of a masochistic heroine here… Lucia doesn’t know about those things. Lucia is innocent. Protect her.

If I were to be honest, this current situation is incredibly thrilling.

Eugene is watching me as I pant, aroused.

I want to lose control. I really want to. I want to stop having to comfort myself. I want him to stroke my hair. I want him to rip my nails off with pliers. I want him to touch my chest. I want him to pull my tips. I want him to punch my abdomen. I want him to step softly on my feet. I want to suck on his fingers again. I want to feel overwhelmingly hot.

But I can’t.

Not yet… not yet.

I briefly wondered if there was any point in imitating the original Lucia, but in this kind of situation, I have to be even more cautious.

I don’t know what’s changed or how much has changed.

So only caution, and more caution.

Let’s keep Lucia’s masochistic tendencies hidden from everyone, for now.

“No, if anything, I’m the one who’s sorry. I had something on my mind…”

“Don’t worry about it. I just got here myself.”

Stay calm. Stay calm, Lucia.

Think about how to handle this situation.

How can I leave without anyone noticing that my pants are wet…?

“Hey, you’re sweating a lot. Are there any wounds that haven’t healed?”

“No, I’m fine. All my wounds have healed. Want to see?”

“Ah? N-no! I’m good!”

As I lifted my shirt halfway, Eugene recoiled and grabbed my hand.

Oh my… his palm is warm…

Don’t touch me without permission. Right now, Lucia is hyper-sensitive!

But why is he acting like this all of a sudden?

I figured he’d feel guilty seeing me hurt, so I thought showing him I was healed would ease his mind a little…

‘Oh.’

I realized a bit too late what I’d just done.

Oh no… I almost showed him Lucia’s precious, never-before-seen parts.

Get a grip. Has the drug clouded even my mind?

I was about to strip in front of a stranger… no! Don’t look at Lucia like that!

It’s just making me more excited! I can’t get caught yet!

“S-so, my wounds are all healed, but… maybe not completely… which is why I haven’t been discharged yet.”

I probably shouldn’t mention that I can’t be discharged because of the drugs.

And I definitely shouldn’t say that I’m panting from arousal because of the drugs.

One wrong move, and I’ll probably just pounce on him… I don’t want to lose my innocence this way. You don’t either, right?

I prefer to be… caught rather than to catch. Especially if it’s forceful, that’d be perfect.

So if you could just pull me by my wrist, lay me on the bed, and then roughly tear my clothes off…

“Uh…”

When Eugene finally let go of my hand, I came back to my senses.

Or maybe not entirely.

I stared at his hand, wondering vaguely.

Would he be mad if I asked to suck his fingers?

‘Ugh…’

This isn’t the time for thoughts like that.

Think of a way to get out of this situation.

How can I cover up the fact that my underwear… my pants are wet?

“Eugene, how’s your body? Are you okay?”

I’m perfectly fine right now.

I’m not under the influence, and I’m definitely not aroused.

Not even a hint of a thought about wanting to suck a man’s fingers.

…Good.

I’m totally fine… Lucia’s fine… completely normal…

“I was lucky. I didn’t get hurt too badly, and I’m healing fast… I heard I could be discharged within a week.”

“Oh, that’s good to hear. Honestly, I was relieved. I was worried, wondering what would happen if you were seriously injured.”

It was genuine, without a trace of insincerity.

I was more concerned about Eugene’s safety than anyone else’s.

Of course, if anything happens to the main character, this world would be over.

“Um… Lucia.”

Eugene called my name.

His clear eyes reflected my image.

After hesitating for a moment, he seemed to make up his mind and spoke heavily.

“…Thank you.”

“Hm?”

“That time… I was careless. I was so caught up in the satisfaction of having defeated a high-rank monster that I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. It was definitely my mistake. If I’d been more alert sooner…”

Ha, really?

Who could’ve expected that the monster you decapitated would come back to life?

Even Si-ul, a veteran hero, didn’t see that coming. So, how could a first-year academy student have done so?

A shadow of guilt crossed Eugene’s face.

Telling him it wasn’t his fault wouldn’t be any comfort, would it?

Ah, when he lowers his head, I can see his neck up close.

Smooth and slick with sweat…

“If you hadn’t saved me, I definitely would’ve died there. Thank you. And I’m sorry… for the pain you had to go through because of me…”

Ugh… I hate these thoughts…

Why should I care about some guy’s neck?

The self-loathing I feel for being excited over something like that… and yet, that shame stirs something in me… No, it’s like endless fuel…

Lucia is really such a pervert.

And so am I.

Eugene seems to be saying something serious, but I can’t really hear him.

What did he say? What should I reply? Ugh, I’ll just say whatever comes to mind.

“Hmm… So, in that case…”

I moved the muscles in my face to smile.

Hopefully, it doesn’t look too weird?

“We each saved each other once, so that wish token should be considered canceled, right?”

“Ah… oh, yeah. I guess so?”

What’s with that look?

He seems kind of disappointed? Or am I imagining it?

“But, I still owe you one more.”

“A debt? To me?”

“Yes.”

You burned my limbs for me.

If anyone else had seen it, there would’ve been a huge uproar.

Yes, it was quite a favor.

So, in other words…

“The wish token is still valid.”

I kept my legs firmly attached to the chair and leaned my upper body forward.

Without thinking, I grabbed Eugene’s hand.

It’s big. Firm and hard… the complete opposite of Lucia’s small and soft hand.

“What kind of wish would you want to make with me?”

Anything’s fine.

I’ll gladly follow any command you give.

Eugene’s lips parted slightly. I could only hear air escaping, as if he couldn’t find his voice.

His face is red. It’s like all the blood in his body has rushed to his face.

Is he angry? Or… is he… excited?

Considering Eugene seems to favor a body type like Alice’s, maybe it’s the former?

But there’s no reason for him to be mad, right? Strange…

“You don’t have to say it right now. You can save it. When you think of a wish, let me know then. Got it? I’m someone who believes in repaying their debts.”

I backed off a little.

I let go of his hand, too.

It was more for my own sake than for Eugene’s.

I hate that I get excited from holding a guy’s hand.

Lucia is too… much of a woman.

But right now, I am Lucia, aren’t I?

This kind of degrading femininity… I hate it.

As if I’d ever.

Even if a day comes where I’m held by a man, it would only be to indulge in the thrill of shame.

In other words, it’d be like… a form of self-gratification.

My body may surrender, but no one will ever conquer my heart…

“By the way…”

My mind grew hazy with self-loathing.

As my arousal reached its peak, oddly enough, a sense of calm washed over me.

Is this what they mean when they say opposites attract…?

“It’s oddly warm. I’m sweating a lot too.”

I grabbed the collar of my pink patient gown and gave it a little shake as I spoke.

Not only was I actually feeling hot, but this was part of my plan to smooth over the situation.

Between the drug and the excitement, my body temperature was high, but now, as the sweat started to cool, it felt incredibly refreshing.

“Eugene.”

I smiled brightly.

“Could I have some water?”

“…Water? Sure…”

He picked up the water bottle from the folding table on the left side of the bed.

Eugene handed me the bottle, though his fingers seemed to tremble a little. Maybe it was because his injuries hadn’t completely healed.

I swallowed hard. This was my one shot.

I reached out to take the water bottle from Eugene.

Then, as if by accident, I let my grip slip slightly.

The bottle, which had already half left Eugene’s hand, tipped over and spilled entirely.

Naturally, the water splashed all over, soaking my patient gown.

Perfect.

Just as planned.

“Oh… I-I’m so sorry!”

Eugene stammered, apologizing frantically, thinking it was his mistake.

Fool. It was intentional. No need to apologize.

“No, it’s my fault.”

The pink fabric grew even darker.

The soaked patient gown clung tightly to my body.

My chest became much more prominent… but, oh well!

Problem solved.

Now, no one would notice the other damp spot.

Hmm? My pants are wet, you say?

It’s all water, of course. What were you thinking?

Pervert.

 

Author Note

Lucia spilled the water!

She really makes a lot of mistakes, doesn’t she?

Translator Note

If you think about it, Regina is quite small brained. If I had the ability to create potent miracle drugs, I would exploit the medical industry instead of drug dealing, heh.

Eh? I’m avoiding the topic of this chapter? What could you ever mean~