#396
Declaration of Defeat
“Hu, hwaaaah… I-I did it wrong… Huuh… P-please… B-be gentle… Haaang… ♥”
Beatrice’s moans echoed in my ears.
I relentlessly continued my actions with her in the steaming hot spring bath.
In this vast hot spring, it was just the two of us—me and Beatrice.
The hot spring water and the floor outside the bath had seen Beatrice’s cringey, middle schooler persona being crushed over and over again.
With tears glistening in her eyes, Beatrice held me tight.
“I-I’m sorry, I’ll do anything… Haaaang… ♥”
Back in her awkward mode, Beatrice was being roughly handled.
For some reason, she looked cute.
My playful side started to rise.
“Then, declare that you’re not the Saintess of the Crimson Lotus, but rather a loser.”
“W-wait…”
Beatrice hesitated slightly at my words.
Even in her awkward mode, it seemed difficult for her to shake off the concept of being the Saintess.
Her blindfold was already off, revealing her odd-colored eyes completely.
But that made it even more appealing.
I harshly pushed down on Beatrice’s body.
“Not gonna declare?”
“H-hahh… Huuh… Ahhh… I-I’ll do it… Just be a little gentle… Huuh… K-Kim Deok-Sung… Huuh!?”
Beatrice let out a gasp.
After that day.
Ever since my practice with Han Seo-Jin, I strangely felt my bed skills had drastically improved.
“I-I’m not… the Saintess of the Crimson Lotus… I-I’m a loser who lost to Kim Deok-Sung… Huuh… Haaaah!”
Beatrice shed tears as she declared her defeat.
Yeah. This is how it should be.
Beatrice.
It was the moment she finally surrendered to me and acknowledged herself as a loser for the first time.
“Good job.”
I patted Beatrice’s head.
“W-wait… Now that I’ve declared defeat… You’ll be gentle with me, right…? Huuh… My lower abdomen… still feels hot… It… hurts… Haaang…”
“Ugh… Huu… Ah, my lower back… It’s still burning… Ah, it hurts…”
Beatrice asked with a bright red face.
“You say it’s going to be gentle?”
“When did I ever promise that?”
“Y-Yes?! W-What does that mean… Huu, Aah… Liar… I-I hate you… Aah!!”
The hot bath was filled with Beatrice’s wails.
*
In the end, Beatrice seemed to have fainted from the heat of the hot spring.
I had no choice but to carry the fallen Beatrice back to the accommodation.
Of course, my libido was rampant.
Han Seo-Jin, what in the world did you do?
For some reason, Yoo Se-Ra had been crying and begging for her life on the bed.
“Phew.”
I laid Beatrice, who had fallen asleep on my back, down on the tatami room floor and covered her with a blanket.
Soft snores.
Her steady breathing under the blanket filled my ears.
“She’s sleeping well.”
Beatrice’s sleeping face was quite cute and pretty.
After all, she never fell short of any other heroine in terms of beauty.
If only she could hold back on the middle-schooler level lines that made you cringe just by hearing them.
Actually, it might not matter if she didn’t hold back.
Beatrice’s charm came from the contrast between her middle-schooler concept and her awkward true self.
Thinking that, I adjusted her eye mask that I had brought from the bath.
Her chest rose and fell.
“…N-No… Kim Deok-Sung… That, that’s too rough… Umnuh…”
At that moment.
Beatrice stirred and started to mumble in her sleep.
What kind of dream is she having?
It’s ridiculous.
While I was having those thoughts, the sliding door creaked open.
“Hu hu. Mr. Kim Deok-Sung! The girl has arrived!”
Drrrk.
A familiar voice rang out.
It was Evangelin.
“Shh.”
I turned my head and put my finger to my lips.
There was no need to wake up Beatrice again.
Evangelin nodded at my gesture.
Evangelin, the voluptuous beauty with striking pink twin tails.
She was wearing a white jeogori and a pale pink hanbok skirt.
Wait, a hanbok?
A British princess dressed in hanbok instead of a yukata at a Japanese ryokan.
What exactly am I looking at?
Now that I noticed, even the hair tie binding her twin tails was a pink ribbon.
Swoosh.
Evangelin, dressed in hanbok, approached me.
She whispered in my ear.
“Hu hu. Mr. Kim Deok-Sung. Did you have a pleasant time with Beatrice?”
Evangelin beamed with a smile.
A pleasant time?
I felt it before, but Evangelin is unnecessarily bold and daring.
It’s the same for Rin, but whereas she might have a shred of modesty, Evangelin didn’t seem to feel embarrassment at all.
Evangelin looked at me with a sultry smile.
I nodded, somewhat dazed by her words.
Well, it was quite a pleasant time, indeed.
“I’ve never heard Beatrice, who always claimed to be the Scarlet Saint, declare her surrender and admit defeat until today.
It’s been a long life in this world.
“I’m glad to hear that. Hehe. It’s after intense exercise, but you’re not hungry, are you?”
Evangeline whispered to me in a small voice.
Thanks to her short and snug hanbok top, her large bust was clearly visible, right down to her underbust.
Was hanbok always this suggestive?
“I’m a bit hungry.”
Regardless, Evangeline wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t eaten and was hungry after enjoying the hot spring bath.
“Hehe. I see. Then let’s have dinner. Just you and me… Hawa-wawawa…”
I left the sleeping Beatrice behind and followed Evangeline’s hand out of the room.
As expected, the ryokan hallway was empty.
The place we arrived at, walking alongside Evangeline, looked like a tatami room used for dining.
On the table, there was Korean food, not the kaiseki cuisine I had imagined.
Korean food?
I came all the way to a Japanese ryokan for a hot spring trip, and I get Korean food?
What a ridiculous combination!
“Hehe. It’s a special Korean meal prepared for you by the chef of the ryokan!”
But why Korean food of all things?
On the table were side dishes reminiscent of a Korean set meal, including kimchi stew, galbijjim, bulgogi, spicy crab, and soy sauce crab.
“Are you not happy with it?”
Evangeline asked as she moved closer.
If I said I wasn’t happy, it seemed she would definitely consider changing it for something else.
“No.”
I couldn’t say that.
I was already hungry, so there was no need to wait for more food.
I sat down at the prepared spot, and Evangeline sat down right next to me, kneeling modestly.
“Oh, by the way. Mr. Kim Deok-Sung, today I’m your gimi sanggung!”
Evangeline, sitting beside me, placed a piece of galbijjim on a steaming bowl of rice and held it out in front of my lips.
Gimi sanggung doesn’t refer to a maid feeding someone, does it?
Where on earth did she pick up such strange bits of Korean culture?
I accepted the rice she offered.
Munch munch.
“It’s delicious…”
I was a bit worried about this bizarre combination of Korean food made by the Japanese ryokan chef, but surprisingly, the galbijjim was tasty.
Then again, it’s hard to mess up galbijjim.
“Hawa-wawawawawa…”
Evangeline’s face turned red at my words.
She smiled brightly.
“Hehe. To hear Mr. Kim Deok-Sung say that the food I fed him is tasty, I’m deeply moved!”
She finds everything so touching.
“Hooh. Hooh.”
Evangeline took another spoonful of hot rice to cool it down.
This time, she put bulgogi on the rice and offered it to me.
I accepted the rice again from Evangeline.
Munch munch.
It tasted good, but do I really have to keep getting it like this?”
“Do I really have to eat like this?”
“I can’t eat now······.”
“······Is the food that a girl feeds you not tasty······?”
Before I could finish my words, Evangeline asked back with tears welling up in her eyes.
Not tasty, huh?
It was clearly a transparent act, but I couldn’t just ignore it.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and I had learned over the past three years that the best way to handle it was to just play along.
“No. The food you feed me is the best.”
“Ha, ha-wa-wa-wa······.”
Evangeline’s face turned bright red as she heard my words.
Her spoon trembled slightly.
“Y-yes! I, the honorable lady-in-waiting Evangeline Stewart! I will dedicate myself to serving Mr. Kim Deok-Sung with all my might for the honor of the British royal family!”
Evangeline said, clenching her fists.
I wanted to tell her that being a lady-in-waiting wasn’t about this, and not to risk the royal family’s honor on something so silly, but I kept my mouth shut.
After all, there’s a mood to consider.
For now, I decided to respect her.
After our meal time, where Evangeline, who continued to call herself the lady-in-waiting, fed me ended.
“Isn’t there any dessert?”
I said, watching Evangeline meticulously wipe my lips with a napkin.
“Hehehe.”
Evangeline gave an enigmatic smile at my words.
“Are you talking about dessert?”
Swish.
She climbed onto my lap.
Thanks to her wiping my lips continuously, Evangeline’s lips pressed against mine on my now clean lips.
“Ugh?!”
I was slightly taken aback by the sudden kiss.
Not that she cared, Evangeline slid her tongue into my mouth and started swirling it around.
Chu. Churu-rup.
The sticky sounds of tongues and saliva intertwining quietly echoed inside the tatami room.
It was as if she intended to resolve all the pent-up feelings, as Evangeline explored my tongue and mouth endlessly.
After a long kiss, she finally pulled back.
A string of saliva connected and then broke between us.
Evangeline, slightly sticking out her tongue, said,
“······Today’s dessert menu is······. a girl, you see.”
Swoosh.
As she loosened her clothing ties, her hanbok completely fell onto the tatami room.
“Mr. Kim Deok-Sung. I hope you make this girl, who is the legitimate princess of the noble Stuart royal family ruling Great Britain and Northern Ireland, your own today.”
Evangeline whispered seductively in my ear, smiling alluringly.
“I want to offer my virginity to you, Mr. Kim Deok-Sung.”
The moment I heard her last line, I immediately took action on Evangeline right then and there.
“Ha, ha-wa-wa-wa······. M-Mr. Kim Deok-Sung······. I-I······ Hah······. Haaaang······♥”
That day, I took the virginity of the British princess.
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