Chapter 92 : Training (9)

Luna squirmed and tried to get up from her position, but Ayla pressed her down with force.

Luna’s arm trembled and eventually gave way, collapsing.

Does she dislike it? She’s squirming, trying to escape. It’s understandable that she might dislike it if a woman climbs on top of her and touches her body.

However, Luna never uttered the words “I don’t like it.”

In fact, Ayla regretted giving the ‘command’ a little after. If Luna did dislike it and said so, Ayla would have no reason to continue touching her body.

Ayla doesn’t think of that as kind consideration. Rather, it was the fear in Ayla’s heart spilling out in words.

Even now, Ayla doesn’t want to be hated. She couldn’t control her impulses at all, but if Luna said not to, she wouldn’t.

Ayla knew it was all just words in the end.

Ayla had the strength to take Luna’s life if she defied her. Would someone like Ayla take Luna’s refusal at face value? If Luna said “no,” would Ayla just say, “Oh, I see,” and stop?

Ayla didn’t think so highly of herself.

She must have pressured Luna with a different ‘command.’

“…Ugh.”

Even when Ayla pressed on sensitive areas, when she pressed her pelvis against Luna’s, Luna never said she disliked it.

It didn’t feel like Luna was choking or struggling to breathe. Occasionally, Luna would release a muffled moan, but it was only a soft, heated sound.

“……”

Ayla brought her nose to the back of Luna’s neck.

A faint scent filled the air.

After Luna carefully washed her body in the bathroom, she only smelled fresh.

Now, slowly, the scent of moisture was seeping back.

“Luna, Luna.”

As Ayla whispered in her ear, Luna’s body flinched.

She raised her hips, unsure of what to do, as if pressed against Ayla’s body.

Was she lifting her lower half to escape? In a typical fight, that might have been a wise choice.

Usually, the lower body is stronger than the upper body, and if she wanted to create an opening, it would be easy to squeeze out.

But in this situation, lifting her stomach off the bed wasn’t the wisest move.

Ayla pressed Luna’s stomach with her hand and lowered it—

“Aaah!?”

As Ayla descended, she suddenly felt an odd discomfort and quickly pulled her hand away.

Luna let out a loud moan, lifting her hips slightly from Ayla’s lower body, shivering, and then collapsed back onto the bed.

Ayla was startled. It had been the momentary discomfort in her hand.

Of course, it was over clothes, and Luna was wearing underwear underneath, so it must have been the feeling of that—

“Luna?”

Ayla called Luna’s name and tried to look at her face, but Luna quickly turned her head to the other side.

“……”

Ayla tried to approach and look at her face, but again, Luna quickly turned her face in the opposite direction.

“Um… there.”

Ayla wanted to ask something but couldn’t bring herself to say it.

How should she ask? Or rather, she felt that asking in this situation might be inappropriate in many ways.

Luna was just breathing heavily.

“Ah… um.”

In the awkward atmosphere, Ayla couldn’t continue her words and—

“……”

She felt that saying sorry directly would only make the situation worse, so she just lay down on the bed.

Unlike yesterday, she didn’t cling to Luna.

Instead, Ayla lay there with a slightly dazed mind, her back to Luna, quietly staring at her own hand.

Perhaps, this hand…

It took a little time to fall asleep.

Ah, I want to die.

Of course, saying that I want to die here is not meant seriously.

It’s more of an emotion you get after making an embarrassing mistake in front of others, wanting to disappear from the shame.

The most embarrassing thing is that Ayla’s hand never even reached down there.

In other words, my body responds too sensitively to Ayla’s. It’s something I can’t express in words.

If I had to point out, at least I didn’t make any inappropriate moves on the bed.

Thankfully, it didn’t go that far.

My body was still stirred up in many ways, and I was remembering how Ayla touched me here and there.

Ayla’s hand never touched that place.

Ayla was startled by the sound I made and quickly pulled her hand away.

In fact, the sound I made was more of a startled noise, since I didn’t know that part was so sensitive.

“……”

For the first time in a while, I felt a little scared.

The fear was similar to standing in front of a dragon. Even though I sought to face it, I had no idea how to confront it.

At least in front of the dragon, there were potions, and I even borrowed a sacred sword from the royal family.

Even though I didn’t know how to fight, I had something to rely on.

But now, I had no such safety net.

I was exposed in front of Ayla, bare. Even if Ayla touched my body here and there, there was no way to stop it.

I enjoyed it more than anyone else.

Even though I thought in my head that I shouldn’t, my body still wanted Ayla. This had always been the case.

What I hadn’t anticipated was that Ayla would accept me this much.

“Hoo.”

A small sigh escaped.

It would be better if I could handle this sensation on my own.

Even though I have no experience with women, I have knowledge about it.

Sexual desire is something that can be handled one way or another.

And once it’s handled, you tend to build up some resistance for a while.

But didn’t Ayla specifically “order” me?

She said she’d handle “training” with her own hands. Anything beyond that—

I lay on the bed, clutching my head.

“Let’s wash separately this morning.”

As I was getting up and tidying things up, Ayla said that.

“Ayla-nim?”

“Sometimes, you just want to relax and wash alone.

That bathtub is too small for both of us to stretch our legs, isn’t it?”

Actually, it’s not that we can’t stretch our legs.

There are positions where we could stretch them — if we sat together.

But for me right now, that would be impossible.

At least on the bed, I’m able to endure it because we’re still wearing clothes, but in the bathroom…

Still, Ayla suddenly saying something like this made me a little uneasy.

Could it be because of what happened yesterday?

“Well, whatever.”

Noticing my expression, Ayla hesitated for a moment as if deciding what to say.

“Sometimes you just want to rest alone.

Even if you’re a noble, having someone beside you all the time can be uncomfortable, can’t it?”

After treating me like a dog yesterday?

Well, even a dog still looks like a person, I guess.

From Ayla’s expression, it didn’t seem like she suddenly hated me or anything.

Her face was red. Her gaze was fixed outside the window, avoiding eye contact with me.

It was probably the same expression I often had in front of Ayla.

But that doesn’t mean I feel like I can win against Ayla.

After all, seeing Ayla’s expression reminded me of yesterday, so I was probably making the same face.

My face was already burning up from earlier.

“I understand, Ayla-nim.”

I bowed politely to Ayla.

“Then I’ll return after washing.”

“All right.”

Ayla replied.

When I returned to Ayla’s room, she was already done washing and waiting for me.

I thought I had washed fairly quickly.

But then again, Ayla didn’t even need to leave the room.

I had already prepared everything for her.

So all that was left for me to do was to dry Ayla’s hair.

After finishing everything and getting ready to leave the room, we both felt somewhat calmer.

“Looks like we’ll have breakfast first today.”

Ayla said.

“Bathing together really does save time.”

“…Yes, Ayla-nim.”

I couldn’t exactly deny Ayla’s words.

“Since last night, Seila has been staying at the mansion again, right?”

“Yes.”

“Even so, let’s not tell Seila how we’re spending our time.

It wouldn’t be good for her education.”

“I understand, Ayla-nim.”

Perhaps running out of things to say, Ayla simply repeated something she had said before.

I answered her respectfully.

Once we were ready and left the room, we both managed to keep our faces from flushing.

Maybe because we had some time to cool our heads separately.

We were keeping a slightly awkward distance from each other, but Ayla wasn’t rejecting me.

That was a small relief.

As we walked side by side down to the first floor—

“Ayla-nim.”

Helena was waiting on the first floor.

She was holding an envelope.

A paper envelope that only nobles would use.

Its bright white color made it clear that it was expensive.

“It’s addressed to you, Ayla-nim.”

“To me?”

Ayla took the letter.

Tock.

As Ayla pulled at the wax seal holding the envelope closed, it opened quite easily.

She tilted her head, probably not expecting to receive a letter, and then let out a small breath.

And then, she handed the letter to me.

Lowering my head slightly, I accepted the letter and read its contents carefully.

It was an invitation.

An invitation to the royal capital for Ayla.