Erica forced a smile that was on the verge of cracking. She suddenly grabbed Emile in a back-hug, giving the other girl a huge fright.
“Well then, Lady Emile, let me state this in advance: you cannot cross the final line, okay?”
“O-Of course! It’s… it’s just a simple reward for you!”
Erica pursed her lips, but at the thought of what was about to happen, her face couldn’t help but turn rosy and her breathing quickened. Emile was the same.
“Then, let me help Lady Emile first.” To seize the initiative, she had to start here!
Emile did not refuse. She bit her lip nervously; clearly, her knowledge of such matters was strictly theoretical. She wanted to see what Erica would do.
“Please lie down then. It would be best to put a pillow under your waist.”
“I… I obviously know that!”
If they couldn’t cross the final line, then not even a finger was allowed. However, Erica wanted to see the big gal’s cute reaction—to make her beg for mercy and secure the lead for herself. So, what should she do?
Erica licked her lips, her heart thumping wildly.
‘I’m counting on you, tongue that has endured the training of licking yogurt lids and Star Cups.’
…
Erica collapsed.
She fell just before the dawn’s light. There was no helping it; the difference in physical strength and stamina between the two was simply too great.
No matter how hard she worked, it was to no avail. She truly felt the sting of despair.
During the process, she had indeed witnessed the big gal’s panicked and flustered cute side. She had seen her interesting performance of biting her lip to keep from making a sound. Erica had even pretended not to hear her cries of “Erica, stop” or “Wait a moment,” choosing instead to press the advantage.
When Emile attempted to use brute force to break free, Erica simply said, “Is Lady Emile trying to run away now?”
Emile’s movements would come to a sudden halt.
Although a devious smile was practically overflowing, Erica managed to hold it back, perhaps thanks to her Professional Actor class.
“Lady Emile was the one who brought me here, yet Lady Emile is the one running away?”
“W-When did I! You coward, how dare you slander me as a deserter?”
Raising her head, Erica saw Emile’s face was flushed deep red as she glared back. At this point, she actually found the girl quite cute.
Erica forced herself to remain composed and said, “Then please lie down properly.”
“Hmph!”
Erica wanted to firmly grasp the initiative and not yield a single inch.
Erica was mining… Erica was using her silver tongue…
But after the big gal’s entire body tensed up, she sat up, panting, and said, “My turn.”
And then, there was no more “afterwards” for Erica’s control.
“Erica, you’re having a reaction. Look, what is this?” Emile raised her hand, looking at Erica curiously.
‘I… I don’t know.’ Erica shielded her face with her hands. She felt so strange, like she had become a stranger to herself.
“Erica, do you want to…”
“N-No! Mmm… mmph…”
‘Wait, wait, wait! This is cheating!’ The half-elf’s eyes grew hazy and watery.
“I heard that if you pinch here together, it feels even better.”
“Ugh… ugh…”
“Ha… ha… It’s stopping, hmm? You’re tired, but you can’t rest yet.” Emile used one hand to suppress the squirming Erica, pressing down on her small head.
“…No… don’t…”
“You’re trembling, Erica. This expression is so cute.”
“…”
“Ah, have you lost consciousness? Then let’s kiss again.”
“Can you still hear me?”
“…”
“Then another kiss.”
…What was she doing? It felt a bit hot there? A tail? Why was there a tail?
“Eh, what is this?! It’s so strange! Erica, stop! Mmph…”
“E-Erica…”
…
**[You have successfully guided her and become closer!]**
**[Gained Trainer Class Experience. +50]**
Her thoughts finally returned to her brain. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but as soon as she woke up, the system notification popped up in her mind.
The dazed Erica turned her head to see the refined, heroic profile of the big gal…!!!
All the previous shameful memories flooded back into her mind, attacking the girl’s sense of shame and her brain. Her face turned as red as a boiling kettle once more, practically steaming.
‘N-No, that’s not right! How could I agree to such an absurd thing?’ At that time, she suddenly didn’t want to think too much. It was almost as if she had been charmed… Did the big gal drug her?
Recalling her state at the time, Erica was confused and wanted to cry, but she couldn’t exactly say she regretted it.
But at this moment, she was still lying in the big gal’s arms, her head pillowed on her arm. What else could she say? Moreover, their inner clothes had long been tossed who-knows-where. Beneath the quilt, their two snow-white bodies were completely naked. She could clearly feel Emile’s skin and body heat beside her…
‘What happened? No, I remember what happened, but why did it happen?’
Remembering her and Emile’s frenzied state, Erica’s long ears twitched, turning the color of a red chili pepper.
‘This kind of thing…’ Erica recalled the sensation. It would certainly be a lie to say it wasn’t wonderful. It was her first time experiencing such a strange feeling, but she couldn’t say she hated it at all.
However… in the end, the second half was entirely left to the other party’s whims… Erica’s total defeat…
“Mmm… Erica…” Emile slowly opened her eyes.
Emile La Liones was the well-known pearl of a great noble family, raised in a household of lords that rivaled the royal family.
In such an affluent environment, she had developed a personality where she felt at ease only when she obtained whatever she wanted.
However, even for someone like Emile, there were things she was powerless against—specifically, a living life fading away before her eyes.
When Emile was young, she had pestered her father for a pet, so she received a lion cub that looked like a kitten as a gift.
“Meow-roar.”
“Come here! Eat some pineapple pizza!”
“Purr…”
It was a very small and endearing female lion cub. Emile truly treated it like a pet kitten, feeding it and taking it for walks every day. The little lion she raised with her own hands was naturally very close to her.
However, despite Emile pouring all her heart into it, the lion named Meow-meow inevitably began to weaken one day, eventually reaching the end of its life.
To this day, she still couldn’t forget the sight of the light of life fading from those red eyes.
“Guh…”
“Meow-meow!”
Her father comforted the uncontrollably grieving Emile: “A lion cannot become a cat in the end. It cannot wear a collar, and it cannot be kept in a cage.”
“Otherwise, there is only the path of death. It is so for lions, and it is so for our La Liones family.”
Because Emile was young at the time, she couldn’t understand what her father was saying. She only felt sadness and regret for the life that had vanished despite all her care and effort.
That day, Emile realized for the first time that even as the eldest daughter of the La Liones family, there were various things in the world that would not follow her will.
However, about one year ago, the figure of that little “cat” reappeared in Emile’s mind—it was when she discovered a girl locked in a cage.
“You’re Emile, right? Buying me will be a huge benefit to you! Because I can see the future!”
Although imprisoned behind iron bars and her face covered in pitch-black mud, those red eyes—still full of life—inevitably reminded Emile of the past.
So, Emile bought the slave and thought she treated her well enough, giving her sufficient freedom.
Until one day, even that slave was snatched away by her cousin, the Queen.
Although she had grown older and experienced many partings, Emile still couldn’t get used to the feeling of something precious leaving her embrace.
How does one get used to the pain of loss?
The little lion was like that.
So was her mother.
Even the slave had left her.
Seeing that fellow acting as if she wanted to hide from her because of a little bit of her forcefulness, Emile felt an unprecedented anger and fear—this girl actually wanted to leave her twice?
So, she began to think of every possible way to keep her by her side.
For some reason, she had a premonition: if she let this girl slip through her fingers now, she would definitely regret it later.
‘How did things turn out like this?’ Thinking back, it was truly strange. Had Emile fallen in love with her during that time?
But Erica had never heard Emile personally say whether she liked her or not, until today.
Previously, it was just her own vague guesses. She also really wanted to ask Emile: ‘Do you like me?’ This was perhaps the insecure behavior of a romance novice longing for confirmation that she was loved.
Once she received an affirmative answer, she couldn’t help but wonder: what about herself? Did Erica like Emile?
Was it because she had bought her out of the cage, or because she had accompanied her for a year during the most anxious time after her transmigration?
‘I don’t understand. Love is so complicated.’
Just like why Emile liked her—if she really asked seriously, the big gal probably wouldn’t be able to explain it clearly herself, would she?
Erica only knew that Emile indeed had great charm in her eyes, but it hadn’t reached the point where she would lose her head and do something foolish with her. Something must have gone wrong…
But now that they had “consumed” each other and other emotions were mixed in, could she really say to the girl: ‘Sorry, I wasn’t in a normal state at the time, please act like nothing happened’?
She would definitely be killed.
‘And wouldn’t that be a disservice to her?’ A sliver of guilt lingered in her heart, full and haunting.
“Ow…!”
Erica couldn’t help but let out a scream from the pain of having her chest bitten—not too light, not too heavy. Tears nearly welled up. The first thing Emile did upon waking up was bite her!
“What on earth are you doing?!”
“Hmph.”
Facing the girl’s questioning, Emile only gave a cold snort and turned her head away expressionlessly. Seeing that detestable face, the girl instantly felt that her thoughts just now were ridiculous.
Yes!
She was the descendant of the Demon King—Erica Noel!
‘You detestable La Liones girl, no matter what, I’ll make it so you can never leave me again! You brought this on yourself!’
Whether it was sincere or a facade, it couldn’t be wrong to firmly grasp the heart of the enemy family’s eldest daughter.
“You’ve disappointed me so much. You… you’re too mean!” The big gal buried her face in the quilt, her muffled voice reaching Erica’s ears through the bedding.
‘Eh?’
Erica didn’t react for a moment. She pointed a slender index finger at herself and asked in confusion, “Me?”
Emile threw off the quilt and flipped over to sit up, pinning the girl beneath her in the blink of an eye.
The big gal’s expression was very aggrieved as she said indignantly, “You actually have that kind of thing and you were secretly hiding it! Is it fun to bully me?!”
As she spoke, a layer of mist covered Emile’s eyes. She bit her lip and glared at Erica, looking like a virtuous woman who had been forced.
A large question mark appeared over Erica’s head. “?”
‘That’s not right, is it?’ Recalling the situation at the time—she was weak and powerless, left to the other party’s whims as Emile asserted her sovereignty. Yet now you’re coming back and saying I’m the perpetrator who did bad things?
‘I was clearly the one bullied by you!’
Erica struggled hard and protested loudly, “Damn it, what did I hide! Big gal, speak clearly!”
“Ha? What did you call me? Also, you clearly have such an evil tail, and then you… you took me…” Emile seemed to think of something. Her face flushed red and her body went soft, but then her face became even colder and more despondent.
‘What tail? There’s no way I have something like—oh, wait, I think I really do.’
‘Fairy’s Touch,’ was it? Did she actually use that?
Erica, whose memories finally began to resurface, was stunned. Right at that moment, a voice sounded from the door.
“Um, guests. Someone downstairs is looking for you.”