Thud.
A faint shock traveled down my back. The view that was once filled with Friede’s face now gazed up at the ceiling of a dilapidated shack.
“Ah….”
I let out a startled sound and instinctively looked down.
There was Friede again, straddling me with her knees spread wide, leaning over to look down at my face.
Her golden eyes gleamed with longing, and her black hair fell like a veil, tickling my cheek.
The once cute and adorable girl now had her face painted red with expectation and excitement, giving off a strange allure.
“F-Friede…?”
I called her name, flustered, twisting my body on the ground. No, I wanted to twist it.
“Brunhilde….”
“Wait, Friede, this is….”
I couldn’t lift my body.
Was it because I was exhausted from fleeing all day? No, that wasn’t it.
Friede was just as tired from the long run. It wasn’t a matter of stamina, but the sheer difference in strength was weighing me down like shackles.
Come to think of it, Friede was a great sword warrior, and despite her petite frame, she must have been stronger than me…?
When I activated ‘Might,’ I could pull ahead, but normally, her strength was slightly greater. At least, that’s what I believed.
“I can’t get up…!”
…But experiencing it firsthand was more than just slightly stronger; I couldn’t shake her off without activating ‘Might’ at all.
“Brunhilde, you know how I feel, right?”
As she looked down at me, Friede smiled brightly.
It wasn’t an innocent smile typical of a girl. It felt distant from that cute vibe… How should I put it, it was a smile reminiscent of a woman in her prime flirting with someone she liked.
Well, I guess that’s natural. Although she looked younger, if her true identity was indeed Friet, then the fact that she was twenty years old would also be true.
“I like you. I really like you, Brunhilde. Every time I see you, my heart races and I can’t take it.”
Friede grabbed my wrist and pulled it toward her chest, pressing down with a drowsy tone as she whispered.
“Look… it’s beating so fast. Always. Even now.”
The slightly soft sensation hidden beneath her armor gently enveloped my trembling fingertips.
“You can feel it, right…?”
The pounding of her heart was unmistakable. It was so intense I feared it might burst.
“Love. Yep, this is love.”
With her hands rubbing her chest, Friede confessed her feelings in a dazed tone, as if in a dream.
“I love you.”
The weight of those words left me unable to refuse or even breathe properly.
“As you loved the old me. Just like you cared… I love you too. I still love you.”
“….”
I couldn’t refuse her even if I wanted to.
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Crushed by a disaster I brought upon myself. My country had a saying like that.
…Back then, I didn’t know that I would end up in such a predicament.
“So, now… is it okay? It’s okay, right…?”
With a face that seemed to ask if it was fine since we both liked each other, Friede looked down at me. Lies twisted upon lies, and now I had no way to explain myself.
How could I possibly reveal this now?
That what I previously said about having liked an old companion—Friet—was a complete lie.
Honestly, I had no idea how Friede would react to hearing that.
She was the girl who had found me hiding from Hervor and had spent months with me in my party while keeping her true identity perfectly concealed.
Looking back now, the feelings she had for me—Brunhilde—could almost be described as obsession level.
And to confess that my once passionate love story was all a lie to avoid the situation to her?
No way would that end well after a hundred or a thousand considerations.
In fact, it might lead to the worst possible outcome. For her, this was deceit, plain and simple.
It wouldn’t have been strange if she couldn’t accept the shocking truth and turned violent like the protagonist of a violent game.
‘What do I do? What should I even say to explain this…?’
For some reason—no, I didn’t even want to know the reason—one of my past nightmares flashed through my mind for a moment, the scene where I had declared myself a female dog.
With a bad feeling that it might not be just a nightmare but a premonition instead.
‘I have nothing to say, nothing…!’
I felt like a sigh was about to escape me.
Since I thought I would never see Friet again in my life, I had thoughtlessly thrown out that excuse… but the situation had tangled itself utterly.
The excuse I thought was quite splendid and perfect back then had turned out to be like pulling the pin from a grenade.
The words I had spoken could only barely let me escape that particular moment, resulting in handing Friede the freedom pass for Brunhilde.
Seriously, how could things get so tangled like this?
There was no one to blame, as it was completely my own words, but… the frustration was undeniable.
How was I supposed to know?
That the person I was making excuses to was none other than Friede, the very same Friet.
Would I have said it if I had known?
If I had known, I wouldn’t have made such remarks. I could have anticipated this outcome.
But no one can change the past. Regret always comes a step late, like a police officer in a crime-ridden rural area.
There was nothing I could reverse, and the consequences of my careless words were already weighing heavily upon me.
Squish.
In a very physical sense.
“Friede… wait, just wait, listen to me. So, that thing I said back then… I didn’t mean I disliked you, but still, not like this….”
I was sweating profusely, rambling nonsensically. I couldn’t come up with a way to escape this situation.
“I was weak back then, and that’s why I lost. That’s why you left. But now, I won’t be like that. I don’t have to be. Not anymore.”
Friede cupped my cheeks with both hands and whispered.
We were so close our noses nearly touched. Her large golden eyes shone brightly, wet from emotion. The intensity of her gaze was overwhelming.
“I won’t let go again. I won’t lose you. I won’t let anyone take you. So please, rest assured. I’ll protect you, Brunhilde. We don’t have to part anymore. We can be honest. You and me.”
What does “be honest” even mean? Honestly, I’d like to beg you to keep me safe…!
I rolled my eyes desperately and shuddered. My heart raced, and my hands and feet trembled. I sensed something irreversible had started.
It felt like being swept away by an unavoidable tsunami, sinking into the depths of the ocean… a fearfully vague intuition.
“No, I understand what you’re saying! But, the situation right now…! Please, just calm down for a second…!”
Like someone stuck in a swamp lashing out toward the surface, that desperate resistance of mine—
“…No. I can’t, anymore… I can’t hold on any longer.”
Was rendered futile.
Blocked by the lips of the bowed-head Friede.
“Mmm…?!”
I gasped in shock and froze.
Our lips touching felt like they were on fire.
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Having dashed across the frozen terrain the entire day, her lips, far from becoming rough, were still impossibly soft.
With half-closed eyes, Friede’s lips pressed against mine, grinding and opening.
Then, between the rush of confusion and shock, a smooth body slipped into the gap that had just opened.
“Ugh, mmm…!”
I barely managed to suppress my instinct to close my mouth, shivering in her heat. It was hot. So very hot I felt I might burn.
Friede’s tongue invaded between my lips, wrapping around mine. It felt like having put burning jelly in my mouth.
With her tongue in my mouth, Friede pressed her knee into my side and held down my arms and head with her grip.
Like a spider trapping its prey—thoroughly, so I couldn’t escape or resist.
Then she entwined her tongue with mine insistently, mixing our saliva into mine.
The taste was overwhelmingly rich and undeniably sweet. Her warm fluids flowed down my throat, filling me with her essence.
“Ugh, ahhh…!”
I felt my back tense, and my legs struggled uselessly.
Where had all my usual strength gone? My feeble attempts were unable to break even a single floorboard.
‘Her tongue, ugh, wait. Aah, stop…! It’s tingling, it’s hot. I can’t…!’
I couldn’t muster the strength. Every time I tried to move, Friede’s tongue flicked against mine, sending sparks of shock through me.
Brunhilde’s body was more sensitive than I had ever imagined.
No, perhaps this wasn’t merely Brunhilde’s sensitivity—maybe I was just far more susceptible to sensations than I realized.
It was my first experience in both my past and present lives, so I couldn’t tell which it was.
The only thing I could do was feel overwhelmed by Friede’s breath and touches, helplessly twitching my body like a shocked jellyfish.
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Slurp. Slurp.
The sticky sounds echoed in my ears as we embraced, meshing our tongues and swallowing spit for what felt like five minutes.
At the end of what had seemed like an eternity, I found myself instinctively pulling Friede’s head close.
I swear, it wasn’t my intention.
It was like my body moved on instinct.
As I tangled my tongue with Friede’s, it was more about my body reacting to the overwhelming sensations.
Friede seemed to perceive it as silent consent.
“Ahh….”
With our tongues still entwined, Friede pulled back, looking at me with blissful eyes, her hand slipping slyly inside my clothing.
Somehow, my breastplate had been removed without me even noticing.
That night, I lost my first time.
I wasn’t sure if the expression applied to a relationship between women, but…
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