She couldn’t bring herself to be happy.
‘Suddenly being told that, as a girl, I have a talent for picking up other girls… it’s hard for a normal person to feel proud of that, isn’t it?’
However, at the very least, Emil didn’t feel any fear toward her despite the various accidents during their first time. That was already a significant gain. It was said that girls who experienced a very painful or clumsy first time might develop fear and resistance toward such acts.
‘Tail, do you have any idea how close you came to causing a disaster!’
To soothe Emil, Erica said sincerely, “I swear to heaven, Lady Emil, it was my first time too, and…”
“And?”
“And I think it wouldn’t be bad if my second time was with you too,” Erica said with a sweet smile, cracking a joke.
“What are you saying…?! Stop joking around. Do you think this sounds funny? Do I look like the type of person who would joke with you…!”
For some reason, Emil suddenly flared up. Was it out of shyness? It seemed Erica had no talent for comedy—a realization that followed closely behind.
But if she treated this as a performance, the resistance and shame strangely vanished, though it was still a bit awkward.
“It’s not a joke; it’s the truth. To be honest, Lady Emil, you are meticulous and considerate. You could be a good husband, but you might also make a fine wife.”
“…Shut up! Stop trying to manipulate me with that silver tongue of yours. Evelyn might fall for it, but it won’t work on me.”
Just like that, the conversation between Emil and Erica came to an abrupt halt again.
‘Hmph. Cuddling, yes. Me on the bottom, the big gal on top—wrong. Me on top, big gal on the bottom—absolutely right!’
Still, she shouldn’t fantasize about this big gal bowing her head and playing the submissive role… Why was her head so full of lewd thoughts today? ‘Tail, stop it!’
**[This is a very fairy-like way of thinking…!]**
**[‘Half-Elf’ Job Experience Points are being acquired… + 10]**
Erica knit her dark brows.
‘Whatever, forget it. Getting intimate with a beautiful girl isn’t a loss, is it?’ Truth be told, after crossing that final line with the big gal today, the resistance and fear she had felt ever since she transmigrated seemed to melt away like frost and snow.
For now, moving forward one steady step at a time would be enough.
*Thud…* “Ouch.”
Emil stopped abruptly, and the girl behind her bumped straight into her back.
“I still haven’t heard your answer. What do you plan to do?”
“Answer?”
“Your answer regarding whether or not you’ll keep this a secret.”
“That, of course… it has to be a secret. I understand.”
“How can I believe you if you just say it? Give me a seal.”
“A seal?”
Did she mean she wanted Erica to sign a contract?
‘Paperless offices are the trend nowadays…’ Joking aside, Erica didn’t think it was a bad idea.
As the person in charge of various palace affairs, Erica knew that for promises and agreements, a document with legal validity was much more effective than a simple verbal word.
It just so happened she had a scroll and a pen with her. She had developed the habit because she never knew when she might need to handle official business.
As Erica marveled at her own foresight, she reached into the hidden pouch at her waist to rummage through it…
“Come here.” Emil grabbed the girl’s wrist and pulled her into a narrow passage near the Main Hall. It was a little-used path overgrown with weeds, so tight that two people walking side-by-side would be squeezed together. While the girl was still looking dazed, Emil’s face enlarged before her eyes.
As if to prevent Erica from escaping, Emil cupped the girl’s cheeks firmly with both hands and pressed her lips forward. *Mwah, hah… chu, chu…* “The seal… it must be pressed firmly. Like this, do you understand…?”
?
Soft lips were pressed against her cheek and mouth.
‘This is the seal? But without wearing lipstick, isn’t this the equivalent of not even pressing into the ink pad…?’
The girl’s mind went blank for a moment, her thoughts drifting, but she quickly came to her senses. Looking at the nearby Emil, her gaze was complicated, yet she soon began to enjoy it.
Though she didn’t wrap her arms back around Emil, Erica responded awkwardly but fervently.
*Chu, mm…* “The seal… like this, is that enough…?”
Erica asked with moist eyes, but she immediately felt the other woman’s restless, large hand covering the flesh of her waist. It hesitated and wandered for a moment before giving it a pinch that was neither too light nor too heavy.
“…Mmh…!”
It hurt! A soft groan escaped Erica’s lips.
Perhaps because the duel had ended without a conclusion, Emil felt as though she had nowhere to vent her emotions, her body flushing with heat. Erica, however, maintained a sliver of clarity.
‘You big gal, don’t get too carried away!’
This was near the Main Hall of the temple. If someone noticed the commotion, they would definitely come to investigate, and then they would truly be finished.
“Work is almost over. How about going for some Horse Racing after we’re done?”
“Sure! We definitely have to bet on Gold Ship today. Let me tell you…”
“Can you do high leg kicks?”
“Huh?”
At this moment, if one simply pricked up their ears, they could hear the sound of many people passing nearby. Thus, Erica moved away from Emil’s lips and brushed aside those small paws. No matter what, she couldn’t be swept away by momentary desire and irrationality. Only by staying calm could she survive.
“The seal… it’s been set. It’s very clear.”
“Ah, yeah.”
After Emil responded with a hint of embarrassment, she lightly straightened her dress. The two of them walked through the passage together, heading toward the temple.
“From now on, act as if nothing happened. Understood?”
“Yes, of course.”
Just before stepping into the temple, Erica still wanted an answer, even though it wouldn’t change her attitude or resolve.
“So, does Lady Emil like me?”
“No.”
The big gal’s answer was decisive and sharp, cutting down like a blade without the slightest hesitation.
‘The truth? Or a bluff? I shouldn’t care…’
But to judge her true thoughts, Erica stared at Emil’s face. Surprisingly, the woman’s expression was exceptionally calm, even appearing composed and indifferent.
However…
Emil revealed her sharp canine teeth and gave a mischievous smile. “Then try to make me like you, Erica Angelina—if you want to live.”
Emil finished speaking and quickened her pace to return to her quarters, leaving the girl behind to stare at her departing back for a long time.
‘I see. If I want to live, I have to make her fall for me.’
Not just in her heart, but to the point where those red lips would willingly confess her love.
It didn’t sound like something the big gal would say, but it made a fair amount of sense.