Chapter 78: Drunken Confession

Ozma asked in a sharp voice.

“Why are you here?”

Then Gav, naked, swept his blue hair behind his shoulder and said confidently.

“I’m wandering around my own mansion, so is there a problem?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know that right now!”

Watching the two talk from the side, I quickly stepped in to mediate before the situation got any worse.

“Now, now, let’s not do that. Come inside and let’s talk. If we keep this up, other people will misunderstand.”

Then, perhaps realizing she had been shouting loudly with the hallway door left open, Ozma blushed slightly and closed the door.

“Ahem!”

Thus, the three-way meeting materialized unexpectedly.

I felt like my stomach was about to get a hole pierced in it, but I faced the two people with as much of a smile as possible.

One is the owner of this grand mansion, and the other is my boss’s daughter.

Incidentally, there was no house warden at all.

In the first place, there hadn’t been any opportunity for things to develop into that sort of relationship.

Anyway, Gav and Ozma, now seated on the sofa facing each other, exchanged only intense gazes without a word.

Unable to endure that suffocating atmosphere, I raised my hand first.

“Um, shall I prepare something to drink?”

Then Ozma said it was okay because she’d be leaving soon, and warned Gav.

“I’ll tell you in advance, so stop flirting if it’s just a joke. He’s someone under my father’s protection.”

Gav, wearing a bathrobe like clothing, shrugged his shoulders and said.

“I’m not really doing it as a joke, and besides, even if I said I was serious, you wouldn’t have let it pass, would you?”

“You know me well.”

“Then I should just do as I please. Why should I care about your reaction?”

As Gav spoke assertively like that, Ozma closed her mouth, perhaps because she had nothing left to say.

To top it off, Gav drove in the final nail.

“From the looks of it, it seems like a one-sided crush, and if a woman gets too jealous like that, you’ll get tired of her soon, you know?”

“What?!”

Hearing that, Ozma looked at me, asking if it was true.

“No, why are you looking at me like that…?”

As I hurriedly waved my hands, denying it, Ozma said to Gav with a triumphant expression.

“She herself says it’s not true?”

“Yes, go ahead and keep seeing only what you want to see.”

Gav looked at Ozma with an expression that seemed to find her utterly pathetic, then stood up from the sofa first.

“Thanks to that, my interest has cooled down. There’s still plenty of time, so I’ll take receiving his seed leisurely.”

Saying that, Gav approached the exit door, glanced towards me before leaving, and winked seductively.

Reacting to that, I offered a farewell greeting by giving a slight nod.

Gav left the room with a satisfied look.

It seemed the heavy atmosphere that had been making people hold their breath was somewhat resolved by that, and only then could I breathe a sigh of relief.

“So this is what they mean by ‘blood running cold’.”

Ozma, still sitting on the sofa without having returned to her room, asked me indirectly.

“You’re not thinking of sleeping with Gav, are you?”

“I have absolutely no such thoughts for now, so please don’t worry. I was just startled because she suddenly came into the bathroom while I was showering.”

Saying that, I stopped drying my wet hair with the towel and asked Ozma.

“So, what business did you come here for? And what’s with the alcohol?”

“…Ah.”

Only then, perhaps remembering the original purpose she had momentarily forgotten, Ozma bowed slightly towards me with a nervous expression.

“I’m sorry for lying earlier and saying you and I were engaged.”

I put ice into a glass and poured the whiskey I had been drinking earlier back into it, saying.

“I don’t particularly mind.”

“R-really?”

“You just blurted that out out of rivalry towards Gav, didn’t you? If you don’t want your efforts wasted, you have to at least mark your territory, right?”

“…Thank you for understanding my feelings.”

I said, sipping the whiskey in the glass.

“Still, it was a bit surprising. I never even thought Ozma-nim would like me.”

“Nngh.”

Ozma then bowed her head completely, like someone who had just been hit by the truth.

Her face had turned red like an apple.

I took a plate of dried snacks, sat down in front of the sofa, and asked.

“Exactly when did it start? What was the trigger for Ozma-nim to start liking me?”

Then Ozma gripped the hem of her pants, hesitated, and finally gave her answer to the question.

“When everyone else shook their heads, saying you wouldn’t work out, you were the first person to affirm me.”

“And you were the first one to see me as ‘Ozma’, not just the Demon King’s daughter.”

“This is my first time feeling this way, so honestly, I don’t know how to express it. But whenever I see you, my heart pounds thump-thump like it’s broken.”

“I like you. …What about you?”

Ozma’s shy confession.

On the other hand, I couldn’t return any words to that.

Basically, I’m a proponent of free love.

My principle is: don’t block those who come, and don’t block those who leave.

It’s not that I have no experience dating women, but because I’m such an eccentric person, those periods were very short.

Anyway, I’m already twenty-seven years old.

It would be a lie if I said I never felt bothered being single when everyone else had started families.

However, I had never once considered the Demon King’s daughter as a romantic partner.

No, it’s obvious.

I’ve only been working in the Demon King’s army for about three months now, and getting involved with the boss’s daughter right after joining?

Just imagining it brings only terrible results to mind.

Ozma is definitely a decent person, but based on how she’s acted so far, she seems like the troublesome type to date.

First relationships are usually clumsy for everyone, but seeing her act jealous even before we’ve dated confirms it 100%.

In that case, I should give a suitable reason and refuse gently, but that wasn’t easy either.

Seeing as she came with alcohol from the start, it seemed she was really determined today.

So, while I was searching for tactful words to refuse her, Ozma, having opened the wine bottle by herself, drank it down gulp gulp, exhaled deeply, and placed the bottle on the table.

“Hoo-“

Perhaps trying to borrow courage from the alcohol, she shook her head a few times, then abruptly stood up and approached me.

Ozma, her face flushed, pulled my hand.

“I know what you’re worried about. And I’ll make it clear right now that won’t happen.”

Then she placed my hand on top of her soft, squishy chest.

“Kaldraash, I won’t mind however many women you take. There’s just one thing I ask: If you don’t abandon me, I will follow you to the very end.”

Ozma said that, looking at me with serious eyes.

“So, will you love me?”

It was a more certain assertion than her confession earlier.

It was probably because she saw me hesitating.

Squeeze-

As I pressed firmly on Ozma’s large chest through her white shirt, I felt the soft flesh burrowing between my fingers.

It’s a shame to always cover up such a chest with compression bandages.

On one hand, thinking that I might be the first to touch Ozma’s chest, which no one else had touched, gave me a slight sense of superiority.

Because it was truly a magnificent chest.

“Hhht, ngng.”

Entrusting her whole body to me, Ozma occasionally let out muffled moans.

In a slightly different way than Camilla, who was also a blank canvas, Ozma was a turn-on.

Unlike Camilla, who quickly absorbed knowledge, Ozma was just passively accepting whatever I did.

Shall we call it the difference between active and passive?

This has its own appeal in terms of teaching, but honestly, it’s hard to get immediate enjoyment from it.

After fondling her chest for a long time, I let go and gave her lips a light kiss.

Ozma eagerly rubbed her lips against mine, like a baby bird receiving food from its mother.

Maybe it’s because I’ve lived as a man until now, but she lacked many feminine traits.

However, the occasional primal, female expression she showed was in no way inferior to Camilla’s.

After the kiss ended like that, it led to the bed.

Anyway, I was only wearing a bathrobe, and Ozma was dressed in a light t-shirt and cotton pants.

As I sat Ozma down on the bedside and began unbuttoning her shirt one by one, her bare white chest, which usually never saw the light of day, was finally revealed.

Lost in the overwhelming majesty of it all, Ozma perhaps feeling shy, hugged her chest with both arms and asked.

“Is, is it perhaps strangely shaped?”

“No, rather, I was surprised because it’s so perfect.”

I immediately shook my head and spread her arms, which were covering her chest, to the left and right.

Wobble!

There, the utopia all men dream of was laid out.