It was really hard to hold back.
Every time I had to turn my gaze away from the exposed white nape of her neck, I felt like I was going to explode.
Every time I swallowed hard when her inner buttons got casually opened right in front of me, it was torture.
Whenever she hiked up her skirt to show her legs, I couldn’t help but cough awkwardly.
If I didn’t, it was impossible to suppress my agitation; Emilia was just too stimulating for me.
In the meantime, I promised to marry Emilia after accepting her confession.
At that point, I was so confused I couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality.
So, Emilia liked me.
No, she liked Schlus.
Or could it be both?
Anyway, ever since that day, even if Emilia unleashed her limits and tried to seduce me, I thought I would just pretend to love her.
Of course, that was my delusion.
I was in love.
I’m not sure if it’s the pure love people talk about.
But every time I see her, I want to hug her, every action she takes is cute and lovely, and every time I see her beautiful hair, I want to stroke it and think about being together forever—that’s love, right? So, I’m definitely in love.
It took me a long time to acknowledge that.
Accepting that I liked a character I created in my novel, especially a minor, was quite difficult.
Now that I’ve acknowledged it, a huge obstacle has come up.
After seeing the ending, could I leave Emilia behind and return to reality?
Could I disregard Emilia as just a character in a novel and live well in reality by myself?
Could I completely forget the days I spent with Emilia?
I don’t know.
I’ll think about that gradually. For now, I held onto Emilia’s shoulders, trembling like a aspen leaf.
“The bastard who killed your mother is already dead, his head blown apart. What more is there to resent?”
“Really…? You don’t hate me?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then hug me…”
I was startled.
She spread her arms and asked for a hug.
I thought logically that it couldn’t have any lewd meaning, but my heart couldn’t accept that at all.
After recognizing my love, symptoms I had been extremely cautious about started to appear.
I began to see Emilia as a woman.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Should we continue in the room?”
“Huh? Uh?”
“Or should we do it in the living room?”
I thought of all sorts of excuses in my head.
I contemplated various reasons for my actions.
For example, to strengthen relations with the Intelligence Agency or to detain Emilia as a hostage against Hertlocker’s rampage…
Of course, all those were nonsense, so no plausible excuse came to fruition.
I was just faced with the raw reality that I was indulging in base desires amid hazy smoke.
The most plausible excuse I could muster was the pretext of reassuring Emilia.
The easiest and most effective way to convey that I loved Emilia was to hold her.
“I want to do it in the room…”
Did she even realize what she was saying?
It was like allowing a beast to devour her.
After a moment’s hesitation, Emilia’s whisper made me lose my sanity.
“Hah…? Wait! I…”
I repeatedly promised myself.
I’d be gentle since it was Emilia’s first time.
But when I saw Emilia slowly unbuttoning her shirt as we went to the room, that promise shattered like glass.
There was no room for mercy.
I lost myself and fiercely claimed Emilia’s lips, biting her nape and roughly grabbing her chest.
I pressed down hard on her modest bust through soft fabric, wondering if I would leave bruises.
Ignoring the sharp nails digging into my arms, I forcibly took her clothes off.
The *swish* of fabric rubbing against itself made me crazy.
“Wait… You don’t need to take everything off…”
Emilia whimpered, grabbing my wrist.
Seeing her tears took my breath away.
It felt like I was forcing something upon her.
I decided to grant her request.
I wouldn’t remove everything, just the underwear.
Seeing Emilia in her maid outfit, with its bare bottom, only increased my sense of guilt, making it feel more like I was forcing her.
“No… stop… please…”
Emilia’s desperate moans startled me several times.
I feared she might hate it.
But noticing that instead of gripping my wrist, she wrapped her arms around my neck, I realized that wasn’t the case.
It was an unspoken consent that it was okay to be rough.
I was surprised by how warm Emilia’s body felt.
I didn’t expect her abdomen to be this soft.
I never realized her thighs were so firm.
I constantly buried my face in Emilia’s neck and chest, breathing in her scent.
When Emilia giggled from my hot breath tickling her, and each time I left bite marks, she let out painful moans, it filled me with delight.
During our vigorous movements, I loved the sensation of her scratching my back with her nails.
Despite my initial intention to be gentle, I soon found myself surrendering to instinct.
Ignoring Emilia’s painful cries, or perhaps even relishing them, I continued.
Yet, Emilia never once pushed me away; she just held on tighter.
In fact, the more it hurt, the more tightly she clung, perhaps wrapping her legs around my waist to keep me immobilized.
Eventually, the sounds of her near-screams mixed with sweet moans, and her ears kept whispering soft sounds in my ear.
Even though I hadn’t slowed my tempo, did it become less painful for her?
Or was she feeling something beyond the pain?
Genuinely curious, I asked her, but she merely hushed me with a kiss.
The gasping kisses were many times more pleasurable than usual.
Without any hint of restraint, it felt like she would consume me, teasingly exploring my tongue, and each time our bodies collided, my breath surged and tickled my lips.
Consequently, quite a bit of saliva flowed, but Emilia licked it up as if it were lifeblood.
At first, it certainly seemed like a predator and prey scenario.
But later, it simply seemed like two beasts occupying that space.
Emilia, as a spy, had undergone intense training and was quite fit.
Worrying about whether I should go easy on her was a baseless concern.
In difficult positions, she hung on with all her strength until the very end.
Our positions naturally changed several times.
When Emilia tired out first, I took over from behind…
And when I got tired first, Emilia would climb on top.
I had no choice but to switch between roles multiple times.
How many times it happened… I really couldn’t say.
I honestly couldn’t keep count.
Anyway, we threw ourselves into it more than necessary.
It was only natural since I had been holding back since coming here.
Toward the end, Emilia completely collapsed, forcing me to stop.
I noticed she showed slight signs of dehydration, so I brought her some water.
Then, we covered ourselves with a blanket on the adjacent bed, sharing warmth for a while.
At that moment, I realized just how small Emilia’s frame was.
Simultaneously, a wave of guilt washed over me.
“What’s wrong? Why do you look like that?”
“I’m scum…”
“Don’t say that. I enjoyed it too… When I said to stop in the middle, it was all a lie.”
“That’s not—”
“Oh. Are you still holding on to the belief of not ‘eating’ minors?”
“Let’s just talk…”
It felt strange saying such a vulgar thing.
“Hey, I’m already 19 by my reported age. It’s legal.”
“Anyway, you’re still a minor by actual age…”
“Are you going to keep holding back until your birthday? That’s more than three months away!”
“No…”
I was persuaded.
Not by any other reason but my own lust.
“Hey. I love you…”
Her warm breath brushed against me.
In the past, I would have found it difficult to respond.
After a moment of hesitation filled with guilt, I would have barely pressed my lips to hers.
But now, with a free heart, I could convey the feelings that welled up from deep within.
“I do too. I love you, Emilia.”
“Uh-huh…”
I kissed her forehead and then pressed my lips against hers, marking her as mine.
Suddenly, I felt warmth pooling below.
Emilia’s face flushed bright red.
Then she brought her face closer and whispered softly to me.
“Want to do it again?”
“…”
So we did it several more times.
I have no idea how many.
I certainly didn’t keep track.
But I’m sure it wasn’t just once.
*
“Ah…”
After tidying up the bed, Emilia let out a moan as she lumbered out of the room.
Only after getting some fresh air did she realize that the room was filled with a rather indecent aroma…
“Are guys okay the next day?”
Schlus woke up early and headed straight to the Imperial Palace.
He mentioned needing to discuss something urgently with the Emperor.
Emilia lay in bed for a while before finally managing to get up, and by then, it was already almost noon.
“Ugh…”
She sat on the sofa for a moment, sighing.
Her abdomen still tingled.
Perhaps it was due to the long wait, but Schlus hadn’t held back at all before he came at her roughly.
Anyone would mistake it for assault if they were to see it from outside.
Initially, it didn’t feel good at all.
It was just continuous, biting pain from inside.
However, once Emilia realized that Schlus was desperately moving, when she felt his hot breaths against her, something began to change.
Once she sensed that he truly valued her, the pain gradually turned into pleasure.
When she felt that he was hitting against her with sincerity, everything began to feel lovely.
Eventually, as Schlus began to regain his composure and slow down, she even started teasing him.
Asking him to be rougher…
*Ding dong*
“Huh? Ugh?!”
Emilia’s legs twitched involuntarily at the doorbell.
However, with last night’s aftermath, her legs gave way again, and she had to take a moment to catch her breath before standing up again.
She tried her best to imitate her usual graceful steps while heading to the front door, only to find Erwin standing there with his hands in his pockets.
“Hey, is Schlus in there?”
“No. He’s not here.”
“Then is it alright if I convey a message to you? It’s quite urgent.”
“Sure. Go ahead. Please come in.”
Erwin Rosenthal.
As a low-ranking priest infiltrating the Asylum, he worked as a collaborator in stealing internal information.
Or, as Schlus would put it, he was closer to being a slave.
They thought Erwin was close to Schlus, extracting his information, making him a double agent.
Erwin had a spell embedded in her heart.
It was a spell that enabled her to lend her eyes and ears and had an explosion function as well.
So, despite always being in a slave-like situation, she was perhaps someone Schlus genuinely trusted.
Someone who could never betray him, a woman who would forever be his.
But after last night, such meaningless jealousy vanished.
Schlus definitely trusted and liked me the most.
He cherished me the most.
He desired only my body.
‘Huh?’
At that moment, Emilia was startled and swiftly turned to look at Erwin.
No way.
Schlus had clearly said before that he had no feelings for Erwin.
Then, had he already been intimate with her a long time ago?
With that thought, it felt as if I had been slapped hard on the back of my head.
‘What’s wrong with her?’
Meanwhile, Erwin felt a chill from the cold gaze directed at her.
Glancing back, she saw Emilia looking at her with a glare that could pierce through.
“Hmm…”
Now that she thought about it, the mansion seemed to have a strange smell.
A lingering odor.
Was it a sticky smell?
Or a sour smell?
As Erwin carefully scanned Emilia, she clicked her tongue.
‘So, they’ve done it.’
Seeing the reddish marks on her neck confirmed it.
So that’s how far they had progressed, huh.
They were a couple that were very slow on the uptake.
Feeling oddly liberated about something that wasn’t even her own business, Erwin smirked.
“So, what’s the matter?”
Finally taking a seat at the table across from Emilia, she asked first.
Layers of barriers had already been set up around them.
“This is information from Professor Relic; I’m relaying it because the situation is urgent.”
Professor Relic held a position within the Asylum’s upper ranks.
While it could be manageable if they happened to meet for school-related matters, too frequent interactions being seen with Schlus could put them in danger, which is why Erwin had come in his place.
“What kind of information?”
Emilia, now donning a fierce expression, began to take it seriously.
“Among the spells being researched in the Asylum, we discovered one that is quite similar to the teleportation technique.”
“How similar?”
“It’s 95% identical. Of course, the remaining 5% isn’t due to any discrepancies; it just hasn’t been fully verified yet.”
Emilia’s mouth dropped open.
