Chapter 93 – Welcome Ball

#093.

“Are you so pretty? I’m afraid of the other girls.”
“Abu stop. It’s just to make sure the deal is done.”

Without turning his head to me, he looked out the window and stared at the words he was saying.

Then Christina, who had been ignoring it, turned her head to me with a persistent gaze.

My face was filled with blue eyes.

“It is so beautiful. To the point where I really don’t want to show it to other men.”

Cristina raised one eyebrow at her blatant praise, which started again.

“…Wake. Arrived.”

Are you ashamed?

I watched Christina happily as she changed her subject, then immediately opened the carriage door.

Then, I saw the red carpet in front of me.

There was a splendid building at the end of the red carpet that continued forward.

“Whoa..”

Thinking that the moment she had been waiting for had finally come, she looked up at the building, then turned around and held out her hand.

“Then shall we go?”

Cristina took my hand and got off the carriage, she said menacingly as she looked at the ornate ballroom building.

“You’ll regret it.”
“Not at all.”

That’s how we stepped on the red carpet and headed forward, and soon arrived in front of the entrance.

And the moment we open the door and enter.

“Christina Camelot and Rai are eating!”

The caller who had been waiting in advance shouted loudly.

The interior was very luxurious and luxurious.

Chandeliers adorning the ceiling and food and drinks placed everywhere.

An orchestra playing hard and people dancing to the music.

Even the waiters serving the tables.

The scale was comparable to that of any other high-ranking aristocratic party.

And the eyes of many people who enjoyed the ball were focused on us.

Everyone froze except for the waiter and the orchestra, who didn’t know about the academy’s internal affairs.

Looking around as if enjoying those gazes, he pulled Christina lightly and said,

“You must have been more shocked than you thought?”
“Yeah, that’s right. It’s the first time I’m attending.”

Did I get nervous from the numerous gazes?

Cristina, who had been stiff like the others for a while, pretended to be calm and acted as if she was calm and followed me into her.

“Then what do you eat? Is it dinner yet?”
“You have more manners than you think.”
“Only to the woman you are interested in.”

When Christina answered sarcastically as if my body was her purpose anyway, she quietly shut her mouth, perhaps at a loss for words.

The people inside, who had been frozen for a while, started moving again one by one as we moved to the area where the food was placed.

“This must be delicious. What do you like, Professor?”
“There is nothing to hide.”
“Is it so? Thank god. I won’t have to worry about the store when we go out on dates in the future.”

When I quietly mentioned dating like a serpent, he reacted immediately.

“Who are you dating?”
“Professor and I. Now, you can’t fall in love without me anyway. Then you have to do it with me.”
“You wouldn’t have said no?”

I sent a straight gaze at the resolute denial as if this was the last moment I would be with you.

“I will make it happen somehow.”
“Under..! What are you going to threaten?”
“If it’s a threat, it could be a threat. But..”

He deliberately cut off his words and moved closer to whisper.

“I don’t do anything the professor doesn’t like. It will make you happy.”
“Why are you even doing that? I don’t understand…”

Cristina couldn’t hide her agitation at her straight, unobtrusive, unobtrusive words.

When she asked why, Christina replied with a grin.

“You need a reason? I like you as Christina Camelot. No matter what you do, my heart won’t change.”
“…Let’s go once we have all the food.”

She let go of her words, hoping for a chance, but Cristina didn’t seem to notice, and she turned her head away and she walked over to the table.

‘Keuuu~ It was really cool!’

How would an illegitimate child who grew up in a persecuted family see a man who loves him for no reason?

Of course, she hadn’t heard about whether or not she was persecuted, but if not, she wouldn’t have had to make the extreme choice of running away from her family.

Still, it was impossible to be certain whether the crush had definitely risen, but it was true that there were more conversations than the first time.

We set the food down on a table set to one side.

“Sit.”

When he offered her a chair, Christina was silent for a moment before accepting it with a sigh.

“Thank you.”
“What. Please wait.”

She left the thanking Christina behind and returned with two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter.

And I sat across from her and drank champagne.

“Cheers.”
“…”

Teeing!

Cristina stared at the glass of champagne I handed out to her, but without a word, she clinked hers and she started eating.

She glanced at the meal happily, but suddenly Cristina flinched and stopped.

Then, looking at me with a questioning look on her face, she asked a question.

“You.. Were you a noble?”
“Yes?”
“How do you know the noble dining etiquette? That, too, is the etiquette of a high-ranking aristocrat.”
“Ah… Just?”

Did what I learned from the Duke of France become a habit?

Having had a luxurious meal for the first time in a while, it seemed like a manner I had grown accustomed to without realizing it.

Cristina murmured softly as she blurted out her words.

“Falling nobility? Or… An illegitimate child?”
“No. It’s not, it’s just… Um. It’s hard to say.”
“…Sorry. I asked something.”

As I scratched the back of her head as if I had trouble speaking, Christina, who looked away for a moment, lowered her head to her plate and apologized.

“What are you sorry about?”
“You asked me about my personal history. Everyone has things they don’t want to say.”

Are these words to me? Or are you talking to yourself?

But somehow it seems to be misunderstanding in a strange direction.

‘Is this… Good?’

I think I can use it for a strategy as long as I induce a good illusion.

So she was silent for a while pretending to be worried, then she carefully opened her mouth.

“It was just… Adopted. Not now.”
“Not now? …No. Sorry. I asked again.”

Asking again if her curiosity was piqued, Cristina shook her head and tried to divert her conversation.

But I won’t give you permission to run away.

“You may ask. I don’t know about anyone else, but if it’s you.”

As if recalling old memories, I smiled with longing and bitterness.

Then Christina shook her shoulders and whispered softly.

“Don’t you want to go back? Didn’t you regret it?”

This question just didn’t seem like it was being asked to me.

Maybe he identifies with me a little bit.

It’s a very good thing.

This will create an inner intimacy.

“I want to go back. I regret it too. But it won’t go back.”

Every time I fall asleep alone, I regret it and have the urge to go back.

His cock couldn’t control his sexual desire because he wanted to taste Eris and Nia’s inner flesh.

I want to suck Eris’s big tits like crazy and want to fuck Nia’s pussy.

Cristina asked again as she looked up at the ceiling, soaked in longing, thinking of the two of them.

“That… How do you get over it?”
“I never got over it. I just endure it. Time will tell.”

The boiling sexual desire subsides on its own when you have a wet dream.

Time is the answer.

But, somehow misunderstanding my vague reply, Cristina looked up with her sorrowful expression on her face.

“You are.. Strong.”
“Professor… How is it? Is there anything difficult?”
“…”

On the contrary, when I asked her question, Christina was silent.

She then opened her mouth cautiously, perhaps thinking that it was petty not to answer only herself.

“I’m just a little… Lonely.”
“Then how about me? I’ll make sure you don’t get lonely.”

When I wanted to say it at this time, Cristina spoke briefly.

“I will refuse.”

Then she gets up and walks away holding the empty plate.

She murmured while appreciating her back, which expressed her presence more beautifully than anyone else in this splendid place.

“It’s really not that easy.”

She honestly assumed that even though she wasn’t here to accept, she wouldn’t refuse, but I never thought she would be so adamant.

She meant that you shouldn’t just lean on your emotions.

She looked behind her for a moment, then hurriedly picked up her plate and followed her.

“Isn’t that too much? I didn’t know you would just go.”

She hurriedly stood next to her and trembled, and she said Christina as if she knew what she was thinking.

“It doesn’t make me happy to receive something like sympathy.”
“Um.. What is it?”

‘It’s not..’

She probably thinks that I will too because she doesn’t want to be sympathetic, but it’s a big mistake.

It didn’t matter if he accepted sympathy for the sake of the attack.

She returned the plate and we sat down at the table again with a simple dessert.

In front of me was just a simple drink, but in front of Christina were cakes, scones, and countless desserts.

“Do you like sweets?”
“…Because eating sweets speeds up brain rotation.”
“Lie.”

She immediately tackled the excuse that didn’t work, and Cristina glared at her and then, with a strangely pouty expression, puckered the dessert into her mouth.

‘There was also a cute corner.’

Certainly, it was difficult for people to judge just by looking at the outside.

She liked cats and sweet desserts, so she had pretty girlish tastes.

As she sipped her drink and watched it happily, Christina stood up as she finished her dessert in an instant.

When she returned her dessert plate, she asked Cristina.

“So what are you going to do now?”

She said, holding out her hand in the tone of her tone that if she had nothing more to do, she would return.

“If you come to the ball, you have to dance.”
“…Okay. That’s right. I forgot.”

Cristina, who was still watching the stage where countless people came and went, nodded her head and held her hand.

As we walk toward the stage, many eyes are focused on us.

***

“Is that kid great?”
“That’s right. At first, I thought there was a ephemera coming out this time too..”

Rai’s homeroom professor, Ryan Cedric, and swordsman, Zeke Rosta, looked at the two men and women walking towards the stage and muttered in admiration.

The flower on the cliff that did not allow anyone to distance.

The appearance of leading Christina Camelot and heading to the stage was so full of spirit that one could literally exclaim.

As the two were having a conversation, one person interrupted.

Haha! What are you two talking about?”
“Ah, Professor Luke Ericks. Are you here?”
“Yes. What were you two talking about anyway?”

In response to Luke Erics’ question, Zicrostar pointed to the stage.

“You’ll know when you look there.”
At that, Luke Eriks turned his gaze to the stage, where he could see Christina Camelot and Rye.

“Hoh.. It’s rare, no.. It’s the first time I’ve seen it.”
“That’s right. The guy is great. Even though he is just a commoner, he is a talented swordsman in many ways.”
“Okay. He is a very talented person. Oops! I’ll just have to go. Then, I hope you two enjoy the prom too.”

With those words, Luke Eriks parted ways with the two professors.

Then he looked at the two people on the stage, especially Rai, and muttered.

“I think I saw it somewhere..”

Luke Ericks looked at Rai’s face and narrowed her eyes.

It looked familiar, but no matter how much I searched through my memories, there was no sign of it coming to mind, so Luke Eriks immediately turned his gaze to the front.

“There’s not much left now… The time has come to organize this place as well.”

Luke Eriks recalled their secret wish and checked his plans.

***

Meanwhile, Bianca was feeling a strong urge to vomit as she worked hard to match her steps.

‘It smells… It smells!’

It was Bianca who was meeting a new bride-to-be every week under the direction of Marquis Yurinas.

But the man I met this time was more severe than any other man I had ever met.

‘It’s a new smell again..’

Every day, the smell of a different woman was thickly saturated.

The smell was different every day for five days without taking a day off.

The man spoke to Bianca, who was desperately suppressing her disgust.

“Haha.. Young lady. Are you worried about anything?”
“No. It’s nothing.”

The man was fooled by Bianca’s effort to curl up the corner of her mouth.

While dancing like that, there was a commotion next to me.

Bianca turns her head to see two people just coming onto the stage.

‘Lie. And… Professor Christina Camelot.’

They were the two people who caught everyone’s attention even when they entered earlier.

The two soon stood on one side of the stage, embraced each other, and slowly began to step.

Christina said yes, but Rai wondered what happened to her. She danced just as perfectly, with the perfect example of aristocrat.

A solid body with no flab in a stylish suit.

A face with a light makeup added to the neat and softly arranged hair.

At this moment, Rai was more handsome than anyone else in the ballroom.

And the other person was also showing off her brilliant beauty.

‘I do not like it..’

When Bianca saw it, she felt an inexplicable emotion boil over her.

‘Jealousy? No. It’s not like that.’

For a moment she thought she was jealous, but Bianca soon denied it.

This strange sensation was a sense of deprivation.

Under the direction of her father, she clings to a man who is less than a rat in the gutter, but Christina, an illegitimate child, and Rai, a commoner, shine more than anyone else.

Bianca, who was so proud of herself, couldn’t stand the feeling of being her extra.

“Ha..”
“Young lady. Is there something wrong?”

The man asked anxiously as Bianca let out a sigh as she completely stopped moving.

But even that Bianca didn’t like her.

She cautiously asked for forgiveness as she felt that her irritation would explode if she stayed any longer.

“Sorry. I’m a bit dizzy, so can I leave my seat?”
“You seem to be having a hard time. I will help you.”

Bianca, who was glancing at the man who was secretly trying to satisfy her selfish desires, shook her head.

“No. It’s okay. Excuse me for a moment.”

After leaving the man behind, Bianca looked at the two for the last time and bit her lip before she entered the bathroom.

Clap!

Then he locked the cubicle door and took one of her handkerchiefs from her bosom.

“Sueuuuuu.. Ha..”

She brings it to her nose and smells her, and a sweet scent seeps out of her nose.

When she smelled it, she immediately began to wet her vagina, as if she had been trained.

“Good smell..”

Now this was Bianca’s daily routine.

It became one of her ways to relieve stress and she couldn’t even stop.

He was Bianca who had fallen into the contradiction of masturbating with the body odor of the person who offended her as a side dish.

Sizzling!

“Huh..!”

But her sweet body odor had taken away her mind to such an extent that she couldn’t even recall such a contradiction.

After that, Bianca continued to indulge in pleasure for a long time after the prom ended.