Chapter 81 – Liv Night (1)

The second confession. But this time, it carried a different weight.

Even after understanding the circumstances of her father’s death, Liv had declared her love for me. For someone like me, who could never become her only companion, her love was unbearably heavy.

“Adela is…”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Before I could even finish my sentence, Liv shook her head firmly. Then, wearing a slightly triumphant expression, she whispered softly.

“I’ve inherited the Unique Magic of the Duke of Illusions. That’s the reason I can stay in this room. While I might not be there yet, I won’t lose to her in skill.”

“…”

“The same goes for family standing. The medal—you know about it, right?”

I nodded hesitantly. The title bestowed upon a mage who awakens their Unique Magic is that of a count.

Of course, our Baroness Liv wouldn’t instantly become Countess Liv tomorrow, as she wasn’t fully at the level of a high-ranking mage. But that future was already mostly guaranteed.

“I might lack a bit of money, though…”

“That’s not the issue.”

“I know. That’s not the issue.”

The real question was whether she could love someone like me, who shared such a deep bond with Adela.

“Boss, the real question is whether you could love me more than her.”

No.

“Boss…”

Liv tilted her head slightly to the side, leaning into me. Her proximity clouded my thoughts.

“What do you think of me?”

Liv’s voice was always serene, like a gentle stream—calm and clear. But today, there were a few ripples beneath its transparent surface.

A flicker of fear that I might reject her, the shame of acting so unlike her normally reserved self, and then—

“Do you… want to hold me?”

A hint of nervousness revealed itself in her slightly uneven breaths.

Clearly believing she could persuade me, she carefully lifted the hem of her black top—just enough to reveal a glimpse of soft skin.

“Right now, this very moment?”

It was impossibly tempting. Restraint was no longer an option.

***

Liv. Liv Labre de Greenwood.

A meticulous and composed girl, exuding an air of impenetrable reserve that made her unapproachable to most at the academy.

When this brilliant girl kissed me, attempting to win me over, a singular thought consumed my mind: the overwhelming desire to win her completely.

As I pulled her closer, her light frame followed as if unable to resist, much like an alluring fox—proud and defiant, never giving away everything so easily.

“I’ll take it off.”

Her confidence that she would never lose to Adela wasn’t born from simply underestimating her rival’s appearance or demeanor. It came from something far deeper within her.

Liv possessed an objective confidence in herself.

Even though she didn’t flaunt a larger figure or an air of naive charm that might captivate others, she never felt overshadowed or intimidated.

What made her allure even more striking were certain unconscious actions she herself didn’t realize.

For instance, the contrast of her white skin against her black undergarments. If she had worn them deliberately, it might not have seemed as remarkable.

“Don’t stare so intently…”

“…”

“Well, it’s just that… I didn’t have anything else to wear. Black doesn’t show stains as easily, so… ah!?”

Her appearance, bold at a glance yet tinged with shyness, was undeniably charming. She kept averting her gaze and twisting her body, but she continued leaning in for kisses, as if trying to earn just a little more of my affection.

And above all else, there was one part of Liv’s figure that stood out most strikingly.

“Hngh…! Hah…”

Even with just a gentle embrace around her waist to keep her from slipping off the sofa, her body reacted with incredible sensitivity.

Being naturally slender, her body showed not a hint of excess flesh even when she leaned forward. Perhaps that’s why the slight curve just below her navel looked so stunning.

As I placed my hand on her sharply contoured hips, the touch of my thumb brushing her skin seemed to make her acutely aware of it. Her cheeks flushed, and she murmured in protest.

“Boss… are you a pervert?”

“What?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Why do you keep touching me there? Even now, not anywhere else, but just there…”

“What are you talking about? I’m doing it because the Baroness likes it.”

“What?”

Liv looked slightly startled, then quickly turned her head away with a sharp motion.

“What? No way! When did I ever do that?”

“I only started as a joke, but the Baroness kept giving me that look, like you wanted me to keep doing it.”

“Wh-what are you talking about…? Ugh, that’s so weird—there’s no way I’d do that!”

But it’s true. It’s not like I’m the protagonist of some risqué game with the power to manipulate someone’s sensitivities, nor do I have any reason to fixate on such an ordinary part of the body.

The real reason I kept touching Liv was simple: it was my way of stopping her whenever she ignored warnings and haughtily tried to walk away to avoid crossing any true danger zones.

She sat atop me with a smug expression, acting as if she knew nothing, yet I couldn’t help but think how unusual she was—reacting so strongly to something as simple as a touch.

Her sensitivity to even the lightest pressure was something I had never encountered before, making her reactions all the more striking.

“Don’t lie. When I touch here like this…”

“Ahh—! Oh!”

Press.

Applying gentle but firm pressure, Liv’s body reacted instinctively, her back arching sharply. She naturally leaned forward, and I continued applying soft, steady pressure.

“Ah, wait a second!”

“It feels good, doesn’t it? Admit it.”

“No, it’s not! It’s just… ticklish…! Hnnngh!”

The kind of reaction that could once be passed off as mere ticklishness was long gone. Her hazy, dazed expression and the way she trembled betrayed her, even as she wiped away tears and continued to deny it futilely.

It wasn’t the first time, so I had already figured out how to control the pressure and identify the most sensitive spots.

Though she was slender, the area where muscle and soft tissue overlapped required a deeper touch to properly stimulate.

Press—

“Ahhh—!! Hah, hah…!”

One hand rested on her lower back, while the other pressed gently, leaving a faint mark.

Unable to escape backward and with her focus entirely drawn to the sensations from my hand, Liv’s breathing became labored as she struggled to resist the faint waves of pleasure starting to well up.

“St-stop, no more! I-I can’t…!”

Her usual forms of resistance included twisting her hips to escape or gripping my arms tightly while shaking her head in protest.

The former only caused my fingers to spread out and stimulate a wider area, backfiring completely. The latter, however, could be indulged or ignored depending on my mood.

“It hurts… It doesn’t feel good, so… Please stop now…”

The way her shoulders trembled made it clear—she was absolutely lying.

Normally, when she pleaded with such a tone, I’d snap out of it, withdrawing my hand despite being captivated by the soft sensation. But today, this time, was different. I wasn’t stopping.

If I stopped here, she’d surely label me as obsessed for the rest of my life.

I wanted her to willingly admit defeat, to say it herself.

So, I pressed on more persistently, keeping my palm firmly in place as I slipped under the hem of her skirt, showing her just how far things had gone.

“Look at this. You’re completely flushed.”

“…”

“Are you still going to say it didn’t feel good?”

“Sniff…”

Liv tightly pressed her legs together, her face contorting into a teary expression.

“N-no… sniff! I’m not… someone who enjoys this…”

Perhaps the sensation had been far greater than she expected, as even she seemed flustered by her own reaction.

The absurd thought crossed my mind—could she really be pushed to the edge just from external stimulation alone?

But seeing Liv trembling, clearly overwhelmed by the realization of how sensitive her own body was, it felt like the right moment to stop.

I gently turned her around and embraced her from behind. Resting my hand lightly where I had been pressing firmly earlier, I now softly caressed her as I spoke tenderly.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, I’m even happier because of it.”

“H-happier?”

“Yes. Well, how should I put it…? Seeing the Baroness respond so positively to my touch makes me feel very satisfied. Especially since something this precious is entrusted to only me…”

“L-lies…”

Liv’s shoulders flinched. When I pulled her slightly closer, her ears turned bright red.

“It’s not a lie. You can feel it too, can’t you?”

“…”

Liv seemed to notice my body’s reaction. Yet, despite her awareness, she stubbornly refused to acknowledge it. After a brief hesitation, I leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“This is something I do only with you, Baroness. I’m not particularly interested in anyone else.”

“…!”

It was partly true… or perhaps only a fraction of the truth. Liv’s reactions, combined with the undeniable allure of her sensitivity, were undeniably captivating.

She remained in my embrace for a while before finally pulling away. Her disheveled black hair revealed ears flushed a deep red.

“What is that supposed to mean? In the end, it just proves you’re weird too, Boss.”

With that, she cautiously approached a bag in the corner of the room, opened it, and retrieved something surprisingly familiar from within.

It was a pack of contraceptives.

She had taken out several individually wrapped ones—perhaps given to her by someone else? Her level of preparedness was unexpectedly thorough.

“Put this on.”

“Is it a not ‘safe day’?”

“Not exactly…”

Liv murmured softly, her face still bearing traces of the sensation from earlier.

“Somehow, if it goes inside, it feels like I’ll definitely get pregnant…”

“…”

“Like you said, Boss, it did feel… just a little good.”

Could someone usually so expressionless be this alluring? The thought alone made a tight ache settle in my lower body.

But Liv’s shy confession wasn’t the end of it. She set aside her undergarments and once again leaned into my arms.

“You know,” she began, “I’ve actually been offered the chance to stay here and study magic at the tower instead of returning to the academy.”

“What?”

“This is the best place in the kingdom to learn Image Magic, after all.”

She stepped closer to the sofa, placing one hand on me while guiding my other hand toward her. She led me deliberately, pressing my palm against her sensitive skin, ensuring our touch met again.

“Boss, you don’t want to let me go like this, do you?”

“…No.”

“Then, you know…”

This clever girl was determined to captivate me completely, using every means at her disposal. Drawing from her past experiences, she knew exactly how to make me desire her even more.

“Make sure I can’t escape again. With you, your hands, and… here… completely.”

She knew all too well.

“…Break me.”