episode_0145

I came to the room.

I ended up on the bed with Marianne.

My favorite character was right beside me.

I was with a woman I couldn’t even romance in the Prophecy RPG.

“……”

“……”

The two of us sat quietly on the bed without saying a word.

Marianne’s face was flushed,

and so was mine.

“……”

“……”

We remained silent, quietly observing the situation.

Marianne had finished showering.

The subtle scent of shampoo lingered in the air.

Her damp skin.

Her revealing, provocative sleepwear.

Just glancing at it sent a rush of blood south.

“Mari?…”

“Y…Yes?…”

“That outfit…?”

“Ah… This is… well…”

Marianne replied with her face still red.

“You… You said we wouldn’t have sex, but… since we might do… other things… I thought this kind of outfit would be nice, so… I wore it… H-How is it?…”

How was it?

Her appearance amplified my arousal to the point where I almost forgot about the consequences and just wanted to pounce on her.

She was breathtakingly beautiful,

and unbearably enticing.

So, I answered honestly.

I told her she was pretty.

That I couldn’t hold back.

I spoke from the heart, and—

“I-If… you can’t hold back… then you don’t have to…”

“!!!!!!”

“I’m a succubus, remember?… I like this kind of thing… It’s in my nature to seek pleasure… So…”

Marianne whispered into my ear.

“Take me…”

Ah.

There’s no resisting this.

Thud!

“Mari.”

“Yes…”

“You’re really okay with whatever I do?”

“Mhm…”

I pulled her into my arms.

“Eek!…”

The moment I embraced her, I could feel Marianne’s soft skin and the weight of her chest against me.

Wow…

This was insane.

To think I could hold my favorite character like this…

‘Living was worth it!’

Wait—no.

Would ‘Dying was worth it!’ be more accurate?

After all, I only ended up in the world of Prophecy RPG because Lee Jun-seong from Korea had died,

because I became Cain.

It was because I died that I could be with Marianne.

So, ‘Dying was worth it!’ was technically the better phrase.

But…

That wasn’t important right now.

The important thing was that I was with Marianne, my favorite character!

“Mari.”

“Yes…”

“I’m doing it.”

“Okay…”

I immediately latched onto Marianne’s nipple.

“Nhh!…”

Marianne squirmed at the sudden stimulation, letting out a moan.

But.

She didn’t pull away from the sucking.

Instead, she wrapped her arms around my head and whispered for me to keep going.

Damn…

This was unreal.

Finally!

Lee Jun-seong, veteran player of Korea’s Prophecy RPG, did it!

The wish behind the username “[I Want to Suck Marianne’s Nipples]” was finally fulfilled!

“Haa…”

I lifted my head.

After sucking her nipples, what should I do next?

Go for the lower half?

Or focus on the upper half?

I could stimulate that space between her legs right away,

or tease her lips while building up a steamy mood.

‘Both sound good, but…’

Today, I chose a completely different option.

“Mari.”

“Yes~…”

“Want to talk for a bit?”

“Huh?…”

“Now that I think about it… Hrm, how do I put it… I feel like we’ve never properly talked about each other.”

I knew what kind of woman Marianne was.

I had info from Prophecy RPG,

and I’d uncovered many truths using the Forest of the Elves’ distortion magic.

‘Same goes for Marianne.’

She knows how much I like her.

Golden Sun told Elith,

and Elith told Marianne.

‘Thanks to that, we got together this fast.’

But still,

realistically, this situation was a little unusual.

If it were another girl, simply hearing someone else say, ‘Hey, they like you,’ wouldn’t make her suddenly like them back.

But.

Marianne was different.

Her preferences for men were simple: human males between their 20s and 40s were all perfectly fine.

She wasn’t completely indifferent to looks,

but as long as they were halfway decent, she was okay with it.

Why?

Because she knew exactly what demons were.

She genuinely liked humans,

but humans despised demons.

She knew almost no human man would love her after learning she was a demon.

So she gave up.

If there was a human man who could love her knowing she was a demon,

she’d abandon all other conditions.

Age didn’t matter.

Looks didn’t matter.

As long as they sincerely loved her, she would accept any man.

That’s what Marianne believed.

That’s why she liked me.

It didn’t matter what kind of man I was.

The fact that I genuinely loved her despite knowing she was a demon was enough.

‘And once she saw me in person, she liked me even more.’

She couldn’t help but love me.

Though she was willing to overlook age and looks,

that didn’t mean she was blind to them.

Naturally, a younger man was preferable.

And obviously, a handsome one was better.

So, it was only natural she fell for me even harder.

I was a young man in my 20s,

occupying Cain’s body—a face so handsome it could make any man seem plain in comparison.

On top of that, I was capable.

Because of me, she had earned recognition from the Goddess of Light, Selena, as a human,

gaining the right to live freely among mankind.

For someone like Marianne, who had always wanted to live with humans, this was more precious than any treasure.

And now, she even had human friends.

The Hero’s Party.

In Prophecy RPG, they were enemies,

but here, they were comrades, friends—even family.

Everything was perfect.

No matter who she met, no man could surpass what I offered.

‘And my personality also fits her type.’

Marianne deeply despised violent, self-centered demons.

Her ideal man was a human who avoided violence and genuinely cared for her.

A thoughtful man.

That’s the kind of man Marianne liked.

And I was exactly that kind of man.

I’d never raise a hand against a woman,

and I always put her first.

(Aside from sparring matches. Those were mutually agreed-upon fights.)

‘(And one last thing… Well… She likes men with high libidos.)’

She is a succubus, after all.

Being with a guy who had no sexual drive would’ve been tough in many ways.

But.

I was the complete opposite.

If Marianne showed me something provocative, I was ready anytime to unleash all my desires with firm, unwavering enthusiasm.

…Taking all that into account,

I was practically custom-made to be Marianne’s ideal man.

At this point, not dating me would’ve been dumb.

‘Same goes for me.’

Marianne was my favorite character.

I was the one who dreamed of a Marianne pure-love ending the moment I arrived in Prophecy RPG.

And now, would that me ever reject Marianne’s love?

Impossible.

Because of that,

our relationship was nothing short of destined.

‘We’ve already confirmed we love each other.’

We’d confirmed our feelings,

and during the dream world incident, I’d even explored how far she’d let me go—all the way to her chest.

Marianne was a woman who’d allow it all the way to the end.

It was fine.

But.

Before going through with it, I wanted to talk.

Not through someone else’s words.

I wanted to speak with my own voice,

and hear Marianne’s words directly from her.

“Ah… So that’s why you wanted to talk.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s fine. I also wanted to have a proper conversation with you, Cain. Not through someone else—I wanted to hear it from you.”

“Then tell me. What do you want to hear first?”

“I love you.”

“?”

“I truly love you.

I love you, Cain, for loving me without prejudice even though I’m a demon.

I love you for influencing Goddess Selena to accept me as a human.

I love you for becoming my friend.

I love you for giving me the chance to befriend other humans.

I love you.

Thanks to you, I finally understood what happiness is.

I truly love you, Cain, for saving me from a life spent floundering in hell.

But…

Even without all that, I think I would’ve loved you anyway.

Just knowing you genuinely loved me…

That’s enough for me.”

Mwah!

Marianne kissed me lightly as she spoke.

‘Malice with malice. Goodwill with goodwill. Sincerity with sincerity.’ I’ve lived my whole life like that.”

Mwah!

She kissed me again.

“If Cain gives me his sincerity, I’ll return it with just as much sincerity.”

Smack!

Finally, she kissed me deeply.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

“Huh? Wait, didn’t you say it, not hear it?”

“No.”

Marianne shook her head slightly.

“I wanted to hear my own voice. My confession to you, spoken by me. So I spoke it myself.”

Now that I thought about it…

Hearing your own voice still counts as ‘listening.’

She was right.

So I listened too.

With my own voice.

I heard it myself.

“I love you too. Truly.”

From my lips.

Spoken by me.

“I can’t promise to make you happy forever… but I’ll do my best to ensure we live happily together.”

Then,

Marianne smiled and replied.

“Don’t make promises like that.”

“?”

“You don’t need to say things like ‘I’ll make you happy forever.’ Marriage is happiness shared together.”

“!”

“Not one person sacrificing for the other. We find happiness together. That’s what I prefer.”