episode_0049

As he rubbed his dry face several times due to drowsiness, he barely managed to open his eyes and took in the current scene.

The black hair he had seen earlier, dark eyes like jet-black, a slightly visible face, an unbelievable K-cup chest, a slender waist, and Cecilia’s slightly emphasized cat-like posture as she leaned forward, revealing her buttocks and thighs, made it clear who she was.

There are not many female knights from the Britna family, and the uniform of the knight commander is slightly different from others.

“…Rupert, the former knight commander, didn’t act like this.”

Rather, it’s more problematic than anything else.

Due to the tight white tights, strange creases were caught, especially between the legs, and when she bent her thighs, the tights were pulled up so tightly that the V-line was clearly visible from the important area. The top also seemed impossible to wear, considering the lack of a new outfit since the previous one was torn. Knowing that there are many well-endowed women around, she understands that she can’t wear such inflexible clothes.

…Leaving aside the chest, how embarrassing would it be to see the backside of those bottoms up close? Or even worse, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that her underwear was visible. She usually wears something over them.

Then, with a thud, Cecilia’s head hit the table quite hard.

“…”

“…Cecilia Kyeong, was it? What are you doing there?”

Ian, who was walking slowly from a distance, looked down at the knight commander with a puzzled expression.

With a small groan, Cecilia sniffled, tears gathering in her eyes for some reason.

What did I do?

Cecilia, standing still with her emphasized posture due to the white tights, hopes she gets up quickly, as embarrassing as it looks.

“I… I got stuck.”

“What?”

“…I, hastily, tried to get out… I, I got stuck.”

Contrary to her stern first impression and sobbing, she speaks with a very trembling voice.

The furniture here is quite expensive. I acknowledge that they don’t want it to be broken and all, but…

…Damn, I have a bad feeling about this.

As expected, it was as I expected.

Cecilia knelt with a posture similar to the ㄱ shape.

How on earth could she kneel like this?

If Cecilia were to show herself in this state, it wouldn’t bode well for either of us.

I immediately put my hand on her waist and said, “Then I’ll help you.”

“N-no…! If you call another subordinate…”

“It’s okay. I won’t mock you for this.”

“That’s not…!”

“Or do you dislike me touching you? …I apologize, as a woman, I should call other knights-”

She abruptly turns around, wide-eyed, speaking with an urgent tone as if in desperate plea.

“N-no, it’s not like that!”

Cecilia, though not clearly visible, spoke with a slightly moistened voice, sounding as if being threatened.

Her shoulders trembled visibly from behind.

“P-please… forgive me. Please, even if you expose me in front of the other subordinates, please…”

“What do you want forgiveness for?”

“I-I’m fine… please… please, even if you do anything to my body, please just let go of my waist… I beg you…”

Why, why. What on earth.

Damn. This makes me feel like I’ve become a crazy rapist again.

“…”

“Ugh… please… please, I beg you.”

The stern and cold Cecilia, known for her severity, blushing heavily, showing tears of shame.

…How far have you fallen, Brittna Ian.

First, thinking that someone else might come in, I grabbed Cecilia’s slender waist.

At first glance, I didn’t think her waist was so thin compared to others, given her ample chest, but it felt different when I touched it.

The soft flesh beneath my fingers, not protruding but certainly not firm or fatless.

– Soft.

It might be addictive… And when I slightly pressed against it, a sweet fragrance wafted over, as if I had sweated a lot just now.

Normally, sweat smells the same for everyone, but I’ve heard that Ora users claim there are slight individual differences.

I vaguely remember hearing rumors that the purer the Ora, the more fragrant its body scent can be.

“Ugh… Hah,”

“W-what are you… doing?”

Cecilia, trembling with clenched fists.

When I opened my eyes to see why,

“…”

Ah, right. That was her cat-like posture.

So, the scent I just smelled was not sweat but something flowing between her thighs… No, that couldn’t be.

First, I grabbed Cecilia’s waist while in a ㄱ shape.

The tightness of her pants was inevitable. It was an irresistible physical contact.

As I tried to pull it out,

“Ah, huff… Ahhh…”

A sweet female moan came from below.

“…”

As I gazed at her quietly,

Cecilia, covering her deeply flushed face with both hands, said,

“If you put your hand on my stomach… I-it tickles…”

Damn. It’s itchy, but do people usually moan like that?

While inwardly cursing the original author,

I thought, let’s finish this quickly and put more force into grabbing her waist.

-Squish, squirm.

“Ah, ahh! Stop… please… I-I’m ticklish, ahh… Oh no, ahh… Please, I can’t take it anymore…”

‘Please, please, please. Stop.’

My hand, which held her slender waist, was already covered in Cecilia’s sticky sweat. Her head had somehow slumped down, and she occasionally moaned as she clutched her stomach.

…Even though it’s a situation that could be misunderstood, Cecilia’s underwear wasn’t removed. It was intact. I said that…

Ian’s past mistakes flashed through my mind.

That guy, he was the one who once raped a maid.

Absolutely. I must not get caught. That thought filled my mind.

Was it in response to my fervent wish?

Fortunately, I succeeded in pulling out one of her legs.

Now, if I can just pull out the other leg…!

-Creak! Creak! Creak!

Despite the creaking of the furniture, it sounded like the springs of a bed being twisted.

“Ah, ugh. Huh, I’m dying… sob, ugh… oh my.”

“…Could you please be a little quieter?”

“Sorry, ah… no, can’t, uh… sob…”

No, what can’t you do?

I’m not even pulling down your pants.

I’m just pulling them back.

Thankfully, I soon managed to pull out the other leg.

“Phew… phew…”

Sweat, whether hers or mine, was flowing through our hands, mingling together.

If someone else, like Yuri, had seen this scene, how would it have been?

Wiping the sweat from my forehead with a ten-year-old resignation, I turned around for a moment.

Cecilia, who was covering her chest, spoke with a trembling voice.

“S-sorry. I’ve always been sensitive to itching since I was young… especially in the lower abdomen… no, that…”

I glanced at her, roughly wiping my sweaty hands on my clothes.

From the way she trailed off, and despite looking away, I could tell Cecilia’s face was already filled with embarrassment.

“But if the clothes don’t fit that much, why not try changing the design or something else? Simply increasing the size won’t solve the problem.”

“…”

The atmosphere turned chilly, as if cold water had been poured over it.

As I worried if my recent words were too trashy, Cecilia struggled to button up her blouse.

The sight of Cecilia’s drenched back and scent, along with other pheromones, seemed to be confusing my mind.

To be honest, I’m struggling to turn off my second brain. If I reveal that here, I won’t be able to make excuses, and it’ll just become sexual harassment.

I don’t know if she knows that she has a very provocative backside, but her constant looking back kept interfering with it.

I have to maintain a calm and natural acting as much as possible.

At least I didn’t want to show an excited appearance in front of the chief editor.

“…So, today I came to select some good reporters to head to Seolsan.”

I somehow turn the conversation around and close my eyes. Otherwise, if other things are seen too much, it’s not good for my eyes to show where they are directed.

And just as I was about to continue speaking in that state.

“…H-How did you know that I can’t wear this outfit?”

I don’t know why she’s asking that now.

I simply answered because I didn’t want to waste time with such unnecessary things.

“…It’s obvious just by looking at it that you won’t even be able to wear a shirt because of that. Are you going to hold your breath and keep doing that even when a guest comes? There’s also an issue with elasticity, and if you need a shirt with that chest size, you have to place a custom order. There could be a guest coming tomorrow or today, can’t afford to look like that. Do you have casual clothes?”

“…”

As if effortlessly spouting words like an expert.

I silently looked at her as she lowered her gaze.

“Captain, no. Cecilia Kyeong. You are an important person. Showing a shameful appearance to others is the same as shaming me.”

“…”

“I don’t disrespect you as a commoner or have any other intentions.”

“…”

“I happen to have casual clothes that fit you in a similar size. I’ll have them delivered shortly. Wear that at least. If anyone says anything, tell them I told you to.”

“…”

Three arrows.

Three arrows pierced Cecilia’s heart precisely.

Cecilia, who repeated trembling without saying a word, clenched her fist tightly.

Ian, who knew nothing, began to pull the next bowstring and looked at her with his chin on his hand, then opened his lips.

“Make time for next time. Whether you fix the uniform yourself or ask someone else for clothes.”

“…Thank you. But can I really accept such a thing?”

The knight commander felt a slight concern as he bowed his head at something so trivial.

“This is not something to be thanked for. It is a right that should be guaranteed as a knight commander. Clearly, it seems you were hesitant to speak out of consideration. The designer of that uniform did not make it comfortable for a woman to wear. So, my mother would easily accommodate your physical characteristics.”

“I see. It’s as if you’ve truly lived such a life. No, that’s not what I meant… I meant that you understand our feelings well…”

“Enough. If there’s time after this or when this matter is over, come and tell me. Let’s go to the tailor together. If I’m not available, send a letter with your requests to my mother or to me. You may not want your body size known.”

“…Understood.”

I don’t know why, but seeing Cecilia nodding her head with a face as red as a saint’s from yesterday, I suddenly felt a pang in my chest.

…The image of a rapey mage must have been dispelled.

Then, as I kept checking the status window making tinkling sounds, an alert popped up.

[ ?????Cecilia’s favorability rating has increased from -30 to 40! ]

[ The other party feels considerable favor towards you. ]

“Cecilia, I’ll be heading to my study now.”

I can’t keep adding more women.

If the favorability rating doesn’t exceed 50, it will gradually decrease. With that casual thought, I pulled the doorknob and left her study.

“…Phew, at least Rachel and Yuria didn’t see it. If there had been family or something like that.”

At that moment, a passing memory flashed by.

“…”

Wait.

Isn’t this a flag?

A thought flickered through my mind.

-Woof.

A wolf wagging its tail as if asking for praise beneath my feet.

A form displaying a vivid red.

It was Yuria’s family.

…Wait, does this mean it’s here…

“I’ve been watching everything from the beginning-”

Before the words could fall, someone grabbed my shoulder from the side and spoke in a chilling voice.

“…!”

The strength was no joke.

There were probably only two people in the family who could hold on with enough force to dislocate a shoulder.

Rachel.

Yuria.

The latter was more dangerous, but it didn’t matter where I ended up.

My head turned as if caught in buffering, facing directly ahead.

Yuria’s usually warm red eyes had become much colder as they stared at me.

“…You seem pleased with becoming the new captain.”

“…”

Am I about to die for the second time now?

I remain silent.

Life manifested in various forms, affecting the surrounding environment. The wallpaper right next to me began to crack and tear.

A dreadful aura began to emanate from Yuria’s body, filling the corridor.

Yuria, twirling a dagger-like blade in her hand, smiled and said,

“I hope Ian will limit ‘important’ people to just me. If their number increases too much…”

I didn’t need to hear the rest of her words to know what she meant.

It was unfair. I wasn’t particularly close to Cecilia, and physical contact was unavoidable. I hadn’t done anything like some crazy person, locking up a bunch of fish in a tank and playing with them by tossing in one piece of food at a time. I had simply offered help within the bounds of sincere advice and guidance. She just happened to be a woman.

As much as I wanted to say those words, if I said them to Yuria now… the outcome was obvious.

It was a message to just take whatever good or bad came my way.