Chapter 312 – Dogs and Cats (7)

I’ve done it.
Me. No, the drunkard that I was.

I half-scream as I pull at my hair.

“This is crossing the line.”

After hearing a confession-like statement from a girl yesterday, and right after breaking up, I sleep with another girl? No matter how much I fool around with my cock, isn’t this guy completely human after all? I must be losing my mind.

Would I have been the one to make the first move on a girl? Could it be that the sage seduced me? I have no recollection of yesterday’s events; it’s as if the film has been cut off.

In situations like these, a woman’s testimony usually holds more weight. The victim’s tears serve as evidence. With just a single word, I’d have no choice but to close my eyes and accept it.

Moreover, considering that the sage is the one involved, I can confidently say that my life has become quite twisted.

‘…Huh. Maybe we just slept together.’

In the end, I’ve reached the point of denying reality.

My heart is pounding, pounding.

With the utmost care, I gently lift the pristine white blanket so as not to wake her. The sage’s body slowly comes into view. From the navel to the adorable belly button, and from the slightly swollen lower abdomen to the base, the sage’s buttocks are revealed. Intriguingly, there is white fur below. The sight leaves a lasting impression, sure to linger in my memory.

Two lovers, naked and lying together in one bed – how could they not have had sex? As my distress intensifies, a sudden idea flashes through my mind.

‘Status window!’

I should be able to tell by looking at the Arbor Book. In desperation, I call for it, but the status window refuses to appear. It is only then that I realize: inside Eden, my connection to the World Tree is severed.

‘… Surely a sage wouldn’t ruin someone’s life in just one night?’

Up until now, the World Tree of Resentment has been cordial, but with a strict adherence to chastity, she could potentially target me. I have no choice but to proceed cautiously.

‘First, I need to get up.’

A decision bordering on escape.

I cautiously placed my hand on the bed and pushed my hips outward, so as not to wake her.

– Blink.

Naturally, the sage’s eyelids lifted.
Good heavens.
Why doesn’t my high luck follow me in times like these?
The sage, rubbing her eyes, seemed not to have seen me yet.

Inwardly, I had no choice but to pray.
That she actually remembered what happened last night, that she had seduced me in her drunken state and intended it.
I couldn’t help but hope for that extremely low probability.

“…”

Her captivating eyes gazed at me.
A noble presence that felt utterly untouchable.
Her fair skin, so translucent it seemed like one could almost see inside, was untouched by even the most common of powders.

“Uh, Si-heon?”

Her drowsy voice softly filled the air.

Why is it that the voice of someone who has lived for so long is so sweet?
The sage propped herself up on her arm and leaned on the pillow.

Her breasts, not wearing any underwear, sag downwards. My eyes naturally gravitate towards them.

“Why are you in my room, umm… Are you there?”

Drowsy from sleep, she yawns and gazes at me languidly. Hearing that, I realize the last chance I had been silently praying for has eluded me.

Her eyes, belonging to the sage, slowly take in my naked upper and lower body.

“…Uh.”

Reality dawns upon her. The clever girl discerns the truth quicker than I do.

“Uh?”

Her gaze shifts from my lower body to my face. Reflexively, she touches her chest first, then in surprise, she covers her breasts with her arms.

“Kyaaaaa!”

No further commotion ensues.

Her face flushes crimson in an instant, and she gathers the blanket, wrapping it tightly around her body.

“…”

The rolled-up blanket reveals the bed beneath it.

A torn white dress, a large bra with broken hooks. A disheveled corset.
When even the bright red bloodstains on the bed, previously concealed by the blanket, were exposed. We could no longer deny what happened last night.

“…What did we do yesterday?”
“Don’t you remember?”

We stammered and stumbled over our words.
The sage nodded vigorously two or three times.

“I don’t remember anything because I was drunk… Did nothing happen?”

The sage asked me in a more flustered voice than usual.
I couldn’t say anything.
Coincidentally, my lower half had awakened and begun to stir that morning.

“Why, why is it…?”

There’s no helping it.
How can I undo what’s already been done?
Having regained my senses first, I softly spoke the truth.

“It seems like we bit and sucked.”
“Don’t say that! It’s vulgar!”

The sage reacted with horror to my words.

No matter how much I deny it, it cannot be helped. That blood serves as evidence in its stead.
It’s remarkable that the nobleman, who has lived for over a century, is a virgin, but the blood before my eyes narrates an impossible reality.

“…Panties.”
“What?”
“Give me your panties!”

Without thinking, I handed the bear-patterned panties I was holding to the yelling sage. The bear on the panties, tightly grasped in the sage’s hand, seemed to be crying for some reason. The sage, who had entered the blanket, shook it several times. Then, a hand suddenly emerged from between the folds and snatched the bra on the bed.

“Ah, that one’s broken.”

-Flash!

I could sense the magic.
Had it been hastily repaired with magic?

‘When we first met, they seemed like someone who had experience with both men and women, having mastered the art of sharing a bed.’

That was the conversation when I decided to share a room with Marronnier.

‘We have a lot to talk about, so we’ll just sleep together. However, there’s no changing room, so there’s a chance you might see something. Keep that in mind.’

You can even hear the sounds from the restroom. Nevertheless, it seems better to come.
When I first heard that, I thought the sage had no interest in romantic relationships between men and women.

‘Is this an act? What kind of act is this?’

Could it be due to the pride in always appearing as a pure and untainted figure in the world?

“Quickly put on your clothes!”
“Ah, yes.”

I began to hurriedly put on the clothes scattered on the floor.
The sage, who emerged from the blanket, was clad in undergarments.
With thighs drawn inwards and arms covering the chest, the sage displayed a guarded posture. A burdened gaze was cast in my direction.

There was no helping the transparency of the drenched underwear.
As my gaze wandered downward, the sage shot me a reproachful look.
I averted my eyes.

The sage, fully dressed on the spot, donned a corset, a dress, and a top.
I hadn’t expected such determination to wear a corset.

“…What’s the matter?”
“No, I just suddenly recalled the soft belly I saw this morning.”

“Siheon, is molesting your hobby?”

The fully dressed wise man strode up and pinched my forearm.

Ouch!

The grip was strong, almost eliciting a cry. Tears welled up, and my senses returned.

The hangover subsided, and the wise man still kept his flushed face lowered. Perhaps in an attempt to cover his body as much as possible, he wore lace gloves and stood modestly, not even revealing his ankles.

“Nothing happened between us, right?”
“But the blood…”
“…It’s menstrual blood.”
“What nonsense. As a wise man, you should know better. Besides, do trees menstruate?”
“Ah, anyway, yes! That’s it!”

Menstruation would only compound the problem. I almost laughed at the wise man’s desperate attempt to cover up the situation with the explanation of menstruation. It wasn’t right, but it seemed a bit cute. I patted the wise man’s shoulder, suppressing the corners of my mouth from rising.

The situation was just too absurd.

“Sage-nim, don’t you know? What’s wrong with a clever noble like yourself?”
“…In this room, there is a magical tool that records events.”

The sage examines the last resort. Her eyes are drawn to an opaque orb in the corner of the room. It’s a crystal ball the size of an ostrich egg, and she walks over, picks it up, and sits down on the bed.

Feeling uneasy, I move to get a better look at the orb.

“Don’t come any closer.”
“…Pardon?”
“I’ll be the only one to look.”

What sort of nonsense is this? It’s not as if there’s nothing to worry about.

If I had indeed forced myself upon her, considering her unusual reaction, my life could be turned upside down.

The orb hums as the artifact activates. The sage’s eyes widen.

She slowly searches the room’s records. I stand at a distance, watching her. Is she looking for evidence from last night? The sage’s breath catches.

Gu-seul slightly opened her mouth, her hands trembling as if she might drop the crystal orb she held in them.

“Um, Wise One?”
“…”

No response came. Was she that engrossed? I shifted my feet and moved around to the back of the bed, gazing at the crystal orb from behind the sage.

I sent a faint surge of magic to check the orb. Instantaneously, a scene unfolded before my eyes. Though silent, it was vivid. Within the sage’s chamber at 4 am, Sephirot was absent, and the scene of the two of us entwined came into view.

‘…It’s over.’

The event the sage had hoped for had not transpired. Yet, the movements were incredibly rough.

The naked sage, leaning against the bed, engulfed my shaft with her mouth. To be more precise, it was she who had been engulfed. My drunken actions were quite barbaric.

Holding her hair, I teased her mouth as I pleased. How many times? Dozens, hundreds, or even a thousand times?

The crucial detail is that over several hours, the sage’s head had been drawn in by my power.

White fluid erupts from the mouth. Despite the expulsion, the hips continue to thrust back and forth. After repeating this for dozens of minutes, I pinned the sage down onto the bed as if I were pouncing on them.

I had no choice but to cease watching the scene at that point.

‘…’

It was incredibly arousing. If we continued watching together, we were likely to be discovered.

As we embraced each other and engaged in passionate lovemaking, I finally averted my gaze from the crystal ball. When I returned to my original position, the sage remained rigid.

‘…What should I do about this?’

Even the evidence was left behind.

It was a shame I hadn’t seen the first scene. Due to the absence of sound, I couldn’t be certain who seduced whom or how the situation had escalated to that point.

However, based on the scene I had just witnessed, I cannot evade my guilt.

Somehow, this morning, the sage time was ten times worse than usual. Drunk, I was no different than a man possessed by lust.

-Gulp.

Saliva is swallowed. All I could do was wait in the most humble posture for the sage’s recount of last night’s debauchery.

The bear I saw this morning keeps flitting before my eyes.

-Thunk.

At last, the crystal ball goes out. The grip of the sage’s hand loosens. Thud – roll. The fallen crystal ball rolls helplessly toward the wall. The sage casts her vacant eyes downward. I couldn’t tell if her skin had been red from the start, or if it was just now. The nape of her neck, ears, and even her arms are flushed.

“Sage?”
“…That’s, uh, no. I mean…”
“What happened yesterday?”

I did sneak a peek, but I didn’t dare to bring it up outright. As if I hadn’t seen a thing. I want to let her know that I didn’t witness the scene, not to enjoy the reaction, but to assure her of my ignorance.

The sage waved the fan with her hand.

“…that, that thing.”

She muttered in an embarrassed, hushed tone.

“I’ve never done something like this before… Wait. It feels like I’ve lost my mind…”

“Yes, yes. Calm down.”

The sage took a deep breath, as if trying to muster her strength. Midway, her breath hitched, and she exhaled with a gasp.

“…Please treat today as an accident.”

A plea escaped from her lips.

I couldn’t find any other option but to accept her request.