episode_0103

Thud.

A faint shock that spread through my back. My gaze, which had been filled with Freide’s face, turns toward the ceiling of the old abandoned house.

“Ah….”

I let out a groan and reflexively lowered my gaze.

Freide appeared again. With her knees on the ground, she extended her legs around my waist, leaned over, and looked down at me.

Her golden eyes shining with desire, black hair falling like a veil, tickling my cheek.

The girl’s face, once innocent and cute, now flushed with anticipation and excitement, even a strange vigor.

“Freide…?”

I called her name in confusion, writhing on the floor. No, I tried to wriggle.

“Miss Brunhilde….”

“Just a moment, Freide, this…”

I couldn’t get up.

Was it because of the day-long escape? No, that wasn’t it.

Freide was exhausted from the long run as well. It wasn’t a matter of stamina; it was the pure difference in strength that was pressing down on my body like shackles.

Come to think of it, Freide, being a greatsword warrior, had a sturdy build and, unlike me, probably had more physical strength…

When I manifest “Gangwan,” I can take the lead, but normally, she had a slight advantage in strength. At least, that’s what I thought.

“I… can’t get up!”

…But experiencing it, it wasn’t just a slight advantage. Without using “Gangwan,” I couldn’t even shake her off.

“Miss Brunhilde… Do you understand my feelings?”

Freide looked down at me and smiled slyly.

It wasn’t a girlish smile. It was a smile far from that cuteness… Well, how should I put it? It was a smile that a mature woman would give to someone she fancies.

Of course, it was natural. She might look a little young, but if her true identity is Freidt, then the story of her being twenty years old must be true as well.

“I like you. I like Miss Brunhilde. Whenever I see Miss Brunhilde, my heart races uncontrollably.”

Freide grabbed my wrist, pulled me close to her chest, and whispered in a drowsy tone.

“Ugh… Look. It’s been pounding like this. Always. Even now.

Softly, it gently enveloped my trembling fingertips covered by the shoe.

“Do you feel it…?”

The strong pulsation of the throbbing heart was vivid. It was such a violent beat that it seemed like it might burst.

“Love. Yes, it’s love.”

Frederica confessed her feelings again in a dreamy tone, stroking her own chest with her hand.

“I love you.”

Unable to refuse the weight contained in those words, I couldn’t even breathe properly.

“Just as you loved the old me. Just as you loved me. I love you too, Miss Brunhilde.”

“……”

I couldn’t refuse from the start.

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Crushed by the disaster I brought upon myself, there was a song lyric in the country where I used to live.

…I didn’t know back then. That I would end up in such a state.

“So, now… Are you okay? Is it okay now…?”

Frederica looked at me with a face that seemed to say, “Isn’t it okay if we both like each other?” Lies were entangled, and now there was no way to explain.

How could I possibly clarify now?

That the story I had told before, about liking my former comrade, Freid, was all a lie.

Honestly, when I heard those words, I couldn’t even guess how Frederica would react.

The girl who had hidden in Herbor, found me, concealed her identity perfectly, and spent several months with me as my party member.

Now that I think about it again, her affection for me—Brunhilde—was almost at the level of obsession.

To confess to such a Frederica that the intense love story from the past was all a lie to cover up the situation?

No matter how much I thought about it, it didn’t seem like a good outcome would come out of it.

No, it might not just be a good result, but rather it could lead to the worst outcome. From her perspective, isn’t this deception beyond deception?

It wouldn’t be strange if she couldn’t accept the shocking truth and turned violently like the protagonist of a violent game.

“What should I do? What should I really say to explain this….”

For some reason, I don’t know why – no, I don’t even want to know the reason, but a scene from a nightmare where I declared myself as an idiot flashed through my mind for a moment.

With a foreboding intuition that it might not be a nightmare but a premonition.

“I have nothing to say, nothing to say about this…!”

I felt like a sigh was about to burst out.

It was just an excuse I blurted out, thinking I would never meet Fritz in my lifetime… but the situation had become extremely twisted.

The lie that I had proudly and perfectly justified at the time turned out to be nothing but a self-destructive misrepresentation.

The words I had uttered were only barely escapable for that one moment, and ultimately, they ended up being the gift of a free pass to Brünhilde for Freida.

Really, can things get so twisted like this?

Since it was a word I had spoken entirely of my own will, there was no one to blame… but still, it felt unjust.

How could I have known?

The target of such excuses was none other than Freida herself, which was actually Fritz.

Would I have known if I did?

If I had known, I wouldn’t have said such a thing. After all, I could have easily anticipated that this would end up in such a mess.

But no one can change the past. Regret always came like a slow-witted police officer in a small rural village, always arriving a step too late.

There was nothing I could undo, and the repercussions of the words I thoughtlessly uttered had already come back to weigh heavily on me.

– Sigh.

In a very physical way.

“Freida… wait, just a moment, listen to me. I mean, what I said then… I mean, it’s not that I dislike you, but no matter how you look at it, doing it this way…”

I rambled on, sweating profusely. I couldn’t think of any way to avoid this situation.

“I used to be weak before, that’s why I lost it. That’s why you left. But now, I won’t be like that. You don’t have to be like that anymore. Not anymore.”

Freida whispered as she cupped my cheek with both hands.

The distance had narrowed to the point where our noses almost touched. Large golden eyes glistened with moisture, emitting a radiant light that was overwhelming for a moment.

“I won’t let go anymore. I won’t lose you. I won’t let anyone take you away. So please rest assured. I will protect Miss Brunhilde. You don’t have to part from me anymore. You can be honest. Both you and Miss Brunhilde.”

What’s the point of being honest? Honestly, it’s the feeling of wanting to beg you to protect me…!

I rolled my eyes wildly and trembled constantly. My heart raced and my hands and feet shook. There was a sense of something irreversible beginning.

Swept away by something unavoidable, like an unstoppable flood, sinking into the depths of the deep sea… Such a fearful and suffocating premonition.

“No, what… I understand what you’re saying! But still, this, the current situation…! Anyway, please try to calm down…!”

Even the final resistance, uttered with such desperate feelings, was like someone trapped in a swamp struggling towards the surface—

“…No. Not anymore. I can’t endure it any longer.”

It came to a hollow stop.

Blocked by Freide’s lips, bowed in resignation.

“Ugh…?!”

I trembled in astonishment, eyes wide open.

The touching lips were as hot as fire.

◆◆

Despite running through the frigid land all day, the lips remained incredibly soft, rather than becoming rough.

Freide’s half-closed lips pressed against mine, teasingly and gently nibbling.

And then.

Smooth flesh slipping through the gaps between urgency and astonishment.

“Uh, uh…!”

I struggled to suppress my reflex to close my mouth, trembling in the heat. It was so hot. It felt like it could scorch me.

Freide’s tongue slipped into my mouth, enveloping mine. The sensation of the first kiss was akin to putting a burning jelly in my mouth.

With her knee, she firmly held my waist, pressing my forearm and head tightly, as if catching prey, leaving no room to escape or resist.

Then, our tongues intertwined and danced, mixing our saliva as it flowed into me.

Intoxicatingly thick, dizzyingly sweet fragrance. Her hot fluids streamed down my throat, filling me with her essence.

“Ah, huff…!”

I twitched my back and legs convulsively.

My usual strength seemed to have vanished, leaving me struggling weakly, unable to even break a single wooden floorboard.

“My tongue, ah, wait. Stop…! It tingles, it’s hot, I can’t…!”

I couldn’t muster the strength. Every attempt to move was met with Freid’s tongue licking mine, sending jolts and sparks of sensation through me.

Brunhilde’s body was incredibly sensitive beyond my imagination.

No, perhaps it wasn’t just Brunhilde’s sensitivity… maybe I was simply more susceptible to such sensations than I had ever imagined.

It was impossible for me to distinguish between past lives and present.

There was only one thing I could do.

Helpless, overwhelmed by Freid’s breath and touch, I convulsed powerlessly, like an animal paralyzed by electricity.

◆◆

Chew, chew.

The sticky sound echoed in my ears. Five minutes passed as we kissed and mingled our tongues, swallowing each other’s saliva.

At the end of that seemingly eternal time, I found myself reflexively embracing Freid’s head.

I swear it wasn’t my intention.

Did my body move on instinct?

Asphyxiating and disoriented, my arms reflexively pulled her close due to the overwhelming stimulation.

But to Freid, it seemed like tacit permission.

“Ah…”

Freid, with her tongue still entwined, gazed at me with rapture, slipping her hand inside my garment.

The armor of resistance had unknowingly been shed long ago.

“Brunhilde, this taste… it’s like sugared lemon.”

“Ha… ha…”

I had no spirit to refute anything, nor did I have the will to stop her touch. I just gasped for breath, my chest heaving.

My mind was so dizzy that no thoughts came to me, and my body felt strangely hot, as if I had a fever from a cold and was drinking hard liquor.

“Fre…de….”

The only word I could barely utter was her name. Nothing more was possible.

“Huff, ah…!”

…There was no chance.

Frederica’s fingers slipped between the buttons of my shirt, delving in.

Small, warm, soft fingers crept up my waist and abdomen, finally touching the protruding flesh with a squish.

Squelch.

It sounded like that.

When Frederica’s fingers pressed into my chest.

“Brunhilde, Brunhilde…”

A delicate touch, as if handling a newborn baby, cautious yet gentle.

A peculiar sensation. Not as stimulating as a kiss, but a gradually intensifying feeling, like thirst increasing in the heat of midsummer. A sensation that seemed to crave more stimulation due to its lack thereof.

Until Frederica’s fingers reached the pink protuberance at the tip of my chest, poking and prodding.

“Huh…?!”

I jerked my head back and shuddered all over. It felt like a small lightning bolt had pierced my chest.

Moreover, it didn’t stop there; it felt like the bolt took root in my chest and spread throughout my body.

“Huh, ah, huh…? What, what is this…!”

No, wait. Please, just a moment. Stop. What is this…!

I couldn’t bear the stimulation.

Even though it wasn’t any special act, she was just teasing and pinching my hardened nipple.

I felt a whimper that I had never imagined would come out of my mouth, confused by the sensation I was experiencing for the first time in my life.

Freddie, slightly surprised by my appearance, but with a face full of satisfaction, unbuttoned all the buttons on my shirt without realizing it.

Snap.

Freddie, who had already stripped off my shirt and tormented my nipples with her fingertips, barely noticed my struggling until she had already removed even my underwear, exposing my bare chest completely.

…Of course, noticing didn’t change anything.

“Wait, Freddie—”

“Hush.”

The moment Freddie covered my hardened nipple with her lips, gazing down at my chest with ecstatic eyes.

“Mmm…!”

Before I could utter the words to stop her, I found myself instead pulling her head closer and bending her waist, releasing passionate breaths between our locked lips.

“Heh, mmm, hnnn….”

Freddie nibbled on my nipple, flicked it with her tongue, and sucked on it like a nursing infant, occasionally leaving bite marks on my chest.

“Mmm, hnn, ohhh…!”

With her left hand, she massaged the opposite breast, tapping the trembling nipple or rolling it between her fingers, while her right hand gently caressed my side or cheek, teasingly touching me.

‘No, this can’t be happening…’

I couldn’t hold back the moans. How could I? It’s impossible. I can’t endure this. This is… this is…!

“Oh, hnnn, heehee!”

As Freddie pulled on one nipple and bit the other, the suppressed cries burst helplessly through my lips.

I shuddered intensely, reaching the peak without even being touched between my legs, drenched in my own arousal.

“Have you already gone…? Ahh, so sensitive. Mr. Brunhilde’s body.”

Was it the ultimate satisfaction she gained from seeing me in such a state?

Freddie, with a brighter smile than any expression I had seen before, kissed me again.

Her right hand, which had been caressing my side, moved down, unfastening the belt of my pants.

I couldn’t resist.

No, was it that I didn’t resist?

I couldn’t distinguish anymore.

Because my mind had melted into a mess of pleasure.

So, I just whispered Prévost’s name and embraced her head and back.

I brushed away the cries of reason with excited breaths and pushed our tongues into her mouth.

Click.

The buckle of the belt came undone, and the leather pants slid down below the hips.

Unconsciously, I lifted my hips slightly. So that Prévost could easily take off my pants.

And then.