“I will speak of my love to Lady Emil, but not in a way that offends you.”
“W-what do you mean?…”
“I’ve heard that kisses represent many meanings. One does not need to kiss the lips to express their heart…” Erica paused for a moment, stealing a glance at the big girl.
The big girl truly couldn’t suppress her curiosity. She pursed her lips but still couldn’t help asking, “Then how… can that be called a kiss?”
Erica laughed inwardly, her face wearing an obsessed and affectionate look. “I would kiss Lady Emil’s hair at the temples to tell of my longing; kiss your forehead to witness our friendship; kiss your eyes to express my admiration…”
The young girl folded her hands in front of her chest and lowered her head slightly. “I also want to kiss your cheeks to express my attachment; kiss your throat to reveal my desire; if I kiss the back of your hand, I am waiting for your confirmation; if I kiss your neck, it is a persistent longing for what I cannot have.”
Her eyes lifted slightly, reflecting the golden-haired girl’s dazed face. Her red pupils seemed to finally have the courage to look directly at the other. “I want to kiss your chest to express that you are all mine; to retreat and kiss the wrist is merely to whisper of love; a kiss on the palm hides desire, while a kiss on the nails buries deep respect.”
“If I could press my lips to your belly, you would likely feel my anticipation. If you felt that lip print on your waist, would you understand that I want to bind you to my side? The legs, the ankles—willing dominance and obedience.”
“Do you know… the chest that signifies possession and the lips that offer a heart are things I have never even dared to think of…”
“D-don’t say any more!” Emil finally snapped out of it. The blush on her face mostly faded, but her eyes dared not meet those bright red ones. “Change it… change it, give me another one!”
“Is it not allowed?”
“No!”
“Hmm… then, goodbye, Lady Emil. Good night.”
“!… Hey! If you change it… it’s fine…”
So messy. It’s no big deal, why didn’t I just agree?… Strange…
Emil wanted to glance at Erica’s current expression. That face in her mind was both clear and blurry—smiles, disappointment, and mischief overlapping until the memory became hazy.
Right now, she…
“Then I want to touch Lady Emil’s chest!”
“In that case… Huh?”
Emil didn’t seem to react at first and asked again, “What? What did you just say? I didn’t… hear that wrong, did I?”
“I want to touch Lady Emil’s chest!”
Emil was expressionless. Why did she suddenly want to punch someone? But then she realized what was happening and froze.
……
Eh, the big girl’s reaction is unexpectedly dazed?
But sure enough, the muscular woman panicked. Her face turned bright red like a cooked takoyaki, and fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.
“If my ears didn’t deceive me, I believe I heard a request bordering on lechery! Even if you are a woman, how dare you… how could you dare ask to touch the Marquess’s Daughter’s ch-chest!?”
A lecher? That means a pervert. Am I being called a perverted woman?
But didn’t you say it’s fine if I change it?
What a fickle, bad woman.
It was understandable the big girl was angry. A nameless person dared to ask to touch a noble lady—especially a lady from a family as respected as the Liones family since the Era of Creation.
One must know that although nobles played around, they maintained a polite facade. There was no joke about same-sex individuals touching private parts.
Not to mention in public, if a noble behaved like this toward another noble in private, it was undoubtedly an implicit request for consent—courtship. This was true regardless of gender.
Of course, they were casual with slaves and servants.
Emil’s previous frivolous behavior toward Erica was interpreted by the girl as Emil not treating her as an equal, but merely teasing a servant she liked.
“You know that what you just said is enough of an offense to be executed, right? But considering your contributions to the country, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it this time. Don’t mention it again.”
Her previous perverted request to kiss her all over was a strategic retreat. She knew the big girl wouldn’t agree, so she’d just follow up with a simpler request.
In the end, she was still rejected. A total failure.
Even Emil wouldn’t let others take advantage of her easily. From her tone, one would think she was involved with many women, but she was more guarded than expected.
“I’m sorry. Then, let’s pretend you didn’t hear it.”
“Yes, yes! Since I am so merciful and generous, I shall forgive you. But you must never say such things to other girls, absolutely never! Even if they say you can touch them, you aren’t allowed to, or else… death! The death penalty!”
“Oh, okay, I get it.”
Erica responded perfunctorily while reflecting on the scene.
Why did Emil act like a frivolous playboy with other women but hit a wall with her repeatedly?
Emil definitely liked her; she could feel it. Otherwise, she wouldn’t do those things or be so patient with her.
Then why did she back down now that Erica had practically delivered herself to her? Why did Emil retreat when the relationship could have progressed?
Is she a tsundere? No, or rather, more than that. Could it be… she’s actually surprisingly cowardly?
“Sss, sss.” Just then, Erica felt a stinging pain in the small scar above her right eyebrow, hidden by her bangs. Whenever she thought of the scar, the pain would return as usual.
Strangely, she didn’t clearly remember the origin of the scar. She originally thought it was from a conflict, but it never seemed to fit her memory fragments… Erica raised her hand, lifted her fine bangs, and gently touched the scar.
Seeing this, a shadow crossed Emil’s face. “Hey, what do you mean by that? Are you pressuring me? Didn’t I already apologize?”
Pressuring? Apology?
Erica didn’t understand what the muscular woman was saying for a moment. Then, memory fragments flooded her mind, piecing together a blurry recollection. This scar seemed to have been left by Emil. It was a year ago, before the Court Banquet celebrating Evelyn’s birthday…
“I only remember you suddenly pulling me here. At the time, I thought I was going to get another flick on the forehead.”
Why couldn’t she remember clearly? Because her subconscious didn’t want to?
“It seems you suddenly pulled out a dagger. It was quite a shock. Let me think, you said back then…”
“Hey, that couldn’t be helped! I thought Evelyn… had no interest in things with flaws or blemishes…”
“Swoosh!” In her hazy memory, Emil’s dagger lunged cleanly at her eye but veered off for some reason, leaving a small wound above her eyebrow. It was the first time she had been so close to a cold, sharp blade. Erica had lost consciousness immediately, remembering only blood flowing into her eye…
“Evelyn always takes my treasures. As a half-elf slave with the power of prophecy, it was only natural you’d be taken… Of course, I didn’t know you were a half-elf back then…”
Scrape, scrape. Emil started scuffing the ground with her shoe again. From her behavior, Erica sensed an emotion akin to emptiness.
After weighing her options, Erica finally spoke with the mindset of grasping at the last straw. “This scar still aches slightly at night.”
“That’s why I said I’m sorry! I just wanted to leave a little mark, and I stopped at the last second. It’s so small you can’t even see it!” Emil shouted.
Ha? Is she blaming the victim for bringing it up?
A complex emotion surged in Erica’s heart, leaving her speechless. Seeing the girl like this, Emil also seemed flustered by her own words and waved her hands hurriedly. “No, I didn’t mean that… Phew—fine, that matter was indeed my fault. So… as an apology, whatever you want. It’s no big deal.”
“Oh, really? Is it okay?”
Emil’s expression relaxed slightly, as if she were somewhat relieved. “I won’t say it a second time, but remember, only this once. Just once. 10 seconds—no! 5 seconds. I’ll only give you 5 seconds.”
She had unexpectedly utilized guilt to finally touch Emil’s chest. Although it was a bit different from Erica’s plan to control Emil, she had to do it to the big girl!
Emil’s figure was very impressive. Although Erica was quite well-proportioned and slender, she couldn’t compare to the big girl’s volume!
“Today, let’s use this to sweep away all our past grievances, okay?”
Emil stood tall, displaying her curves that completely outclassed Erica’s. The off-the-shoulder red dress was very form-fitting, highlighting Emil’s lioness-like body to the fullest.
Here I come!
Erica walked toward Emil with a probing look and stopped in front of her, her face full of thought.
“Ah, wait.” She suddenly stopped the girl and took a deep breath. “Alright, 5 seconds. I’ll count accurately. If you touch for even a second longer…”
“Hmm?”
“I’ll squeeze yours until they’re just as big… since you’re so reluctant to let go, you must really like them.”
“Ugh! I-I understand.”
“Then.” Emil put her hands behind her back and closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.
Erica didn’t have many other thoughts. I have them too, mine just aren’t as big as yours! At this moment, the girl only wanted to do one thing: leave a deep impression on Emil, preferably an unforgettable memory.
Erica thought of her own nape—no, that was just a neck, why did she care… She shook off the thoughts. “Then, I’m starting.”
“D-do as you please… with this sort of thing.”
“Hmm, it really is different…”
“W-what’s different? Have you touched… someone else’s before?”
“My own.”
“…Three!”
Already three seconds??
The indignant girl decided to vent her mysterious urge to slap Emil and give the big girl an experience she’d never forget!