(EP.20) How a Sheep Lives # 5
020 – How a Sheep Lives in a Lion’s Den #5
“What? what did you just say Am I wrong?”
Elgar’s reaction was as terribly bewildered as I had imagined.
Like a boiled octopus, sweat dripped down his face, hot red.
“If my ears are not wrong. I think I heard some crazy requests? Dare, dare I ask you to touch the breast of the Marquis Young-ae.”
Elgar dismissed my resolution as a crazy request.
In fact, that is correct.
Dare I let you touch the breasts of a noble girl, and a high-ranking woman who has been treated with respect since the founding of the family like the Lioness.
It was a request that had nothing to say frankly, even if the bodyguards immediately cut his throat.
Of course, there are no bodyguards here now.
Elgar, who was more dangerous than ten bodyguards combined, frowned so much that he couldn’t really say anything.
“You, that’s just the death penalty. do you know Until now, you must also have contributed to your own hard work for the country. I’ll take a look. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it, so don’t say that again.”
Have you been rejected too?
failure only.
silkygoat was the goat. cry
No matter how much Elgar was, it seemed that he was not without fidelity enough to make a man touch his chest.
The guard is harder than I thought.
This is the only reason I can’t call it a level where I can control Elgar at will.
“sorry. Then, please do what you didn’t hear.”
“okay. I forgive myself because I am merciful and generous. You can’t go anywhere and say that to other girls. never. Don’t touch me even if you let me touch you. be executed.”
“yes. It would be.”
Responding appropriately, I quickly proceed with self-feedback on what has just happened.
It is said that good men cross the line with the women they like in one day.
How in the world do these men destroy women’s guards in one day?
There are many problems that can be solved somehow, but the most difficult thing for me is the relationship between this man and woman.
love between a man and a woman. If only I could master it, it would be good to seduce Elgar and Aira and control it according to my plan.
It must have been very difficult for a dating beginner like me.
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Confidence that had been raised by several recent events continues to decline.
Is the face a problem?
Is a handsome face the answer?
silkygoat was the goat. cry
No, even the face of this body isn’t the face you’ll hear that you’re ugly wherever you go. To be honest, it’s closer to a decent appearance.
It’s a flaw if it’s a flaw with a large scar on the middle of her face.
Jirit, Jirit-.
Then I felt a throbbing pain from the top of my right eyebrow to my cheek.
When I became aware of the existence of the scar on my face, it was painful as it did sometimes.
sh-.
So I raised my hand and patted my scar. Gently stroking it will relieve some of the pain.
However, there was a slight shadow on Elgar’s face when she saw that.
“What is it, you? now. It’s me who made the scar on your face. What are you pressing on me now?”
pressure?
I wondered what it was, and I remembered that it was Elgar who made this scar. A year ago, to celebrate Aira’s birthday, before departing for a royal banquet.
“I was here then. You suddenly brought me here. I thought I would have another honey night.”
The memories of that time are vivid.
As usual, I was brought to this training ground, and I knew I would get hit with Elgar’s stress-relieving sandbag or get the ball pulled.
“Suddenly he pulled out a dagger and was surprised.”
“Hey, that was unavoidable. Ira is not interested in blemishes or stains.”
🤩🤩🤩🤩
From my eyebrows to my cheeks, Elgar skillfully drew a dagger to injure me.
It was the first time I had cut my face with a knife, so I was really surprised, and I remember being scared because there was a lot of blood.
“Ira always takes the best thing I have. You’re a half-nymph slave who prophesies, so you’re sure to lose it, right? Of course, I didn’t know he was a harp nymph at the time, but… .”
Shhhh-.
Elgar started digging the pit by rubbing the dirt again with her shoes. In that act, I grasped what might be called the void of the mind.
Is this gap usable?
Having done the calculations here and there, I said with the feeling of catching even the last straw.
“This scar still stings at night.”
“So, I said I was sorry! I was just trying to make a little mark. You’ve grown so much because you moved. Rather, it is your fault!”
Elgar screamed out loud.
silkygoat was the goat. cry
No, you blame the victim for this?
A complex feeling rose from my heart that I didn’t know whether to say I was a little absurd or sullen about this fact.
So when I was speechless for a moment, and my brow frowned in embarrassment.
Elgar, who was looking at me like that, also waved her hand in a hurry as if she had been embarrassed by her own words.
“No, that’s what it means. after-. yes what Then I was wrong. article… great. What do you mean by an apology? Let me touch your chest once.”
“Is that really true?”
When I asked brightly, Elgar’s expression softened as if he was a little relieved only then.
“I don’t say it twice. Instead, it’s only once. only once. I’ll give you ten seconds, or five seconds.”
It wasn’t the way I intended it to be, but in the end I was able to touch Elgar’s chest. It seemed a bit far from the ‘how to tame and control Elgar’ that I had planned.
Still, he is not a man if he misses the opportunity to touch a woman’s breast.
Because Elgar has very big breasts.
In fact, even when I was very angry with Elgar, there were times when my anger subsided when I watched her strangely fluttering up and down.
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Could it be because of that chest that the morale of the bodyguards following Elgar is strangely high?
I can touch that.
for 5 seconds.
At this opportunity to fill this masculinity, blood naturally flows to the lower body and objects stand upright.
“Today, about this. sediments that have been there so far. I’m going to wipe it all away Do you understand?”
Whoops.
Elgar sticks her chest forward.
Perhaps because of the fine dress at the top, the force is great. Its shape was so sweet that it made my mouth drool.
I touch it now.
slurp.
I slowly walked towards Elgar.
“Oh, wait.”
Elgar stopped me like that, and then took a deep breath.
“It is now. 5 seconds. Exactly I’ll count If you touch more than that, you will really die.”
“All right.”
“then-.”
Heck, Elgar puts her back on her back and closes her eyes.
I slowly reach out towards Elgar’s chest like that.
In fact, I’ve touched a woman’s breasts about three times. It would be more accurate to say that I licked it rather than touched it. It was Ira’s breast, which tasted like soap.
However, it was by far the first time I had the opportunity to freely touch it with my hand, even for just 5 seconds.
The primordial eroticism and sense of subjugation of the act of getting permission from a woman as a man resonates as if my head is going to explode.
“Then, let’s touch it.”
“Well, that’s it.”
Whoops. Malkan-.
My hands finally reached a chest as big as Elgar’s Melon.
“… This, work.”
The first thing I felt was the soft fabric of the dress touching my fingers and the indescribable softness.
“this-.”
Molcan. Molcan.
I feel like I’m struggling to get something soft and elastic between my fingers.
It was a little heavier than I thought though. I could dare to assert that this was a sense rich in extremely nymphic correctness.
“… three.”
3 seconds already?
I resented that more than half of my precious time had been taken away by the magic of my heart. So, this time, in order to release that anger, I try to squeeze the power in my hand.
“… hem… !”
Then, from Elgar’s mouth, a sound so cute that I couldn’t even think of it as Elgar’s came out. But that was also for a while.
“… Hey, you, lord, do you want to die? Who can hold you so strong-!”
Elgar opens her eyes and gets angry.
But my hand could not come off her body, as if sucked into this soft bosom.
Then my hands found a bump that was starting to rise hard enough to be seen through the dress.
Elgar’s nipples are firmly raised-.
When I realized it, I decided that I would sparely invest my last second to touch it.
But it is stopped by Elgar’s hand tapping my palm.
“Five seconds is up! This is it now!”
Then, Elgar covers her front island with her arms folded.
“Now, nothing happened… ? I’ve finished apologizing for hurting your eyes. You, don’t be a mare to others!”
swish.
Then he ran away and disappeared alone.
“… … .”
I had to feel the lingering aftertaste of that voluptuous, resilient, and soft thing that was still in my hands.
* * *
“I wish I could stay one more day.”
the next morning.
Reinhardt, the head of the Lioness family, saw Ira leaving the mansion early in the morning. While many people in the mansion were meeting the Queen’s departure.
Aira looked around and frowned slightly and said as if passing by.
“I can’t see Elgar.”
“It looks like you are sleeping. According to the servant, he said he didn’t sleep late last night. I’ll give you trouble later, so I hope you don’t mind too much.”
At Reinhardt’s story, Ira waved her hand. It was probably a gesture that meant good. Well, Ira didn’t come here to see Elgar’s face.
It was fortunate for me too.
After something like that happened yesterday, I thought about it, and now I have no idea what kind of face I should look at Elgar. To be honest, I was a little glad I didn’t see it.
Reinhardt bowed his head.
“Then let’s take a look, Your Majesty. I will go to work at the court this afternoon.”
“The former Prime Minister Pargas will be able to explain this and that. Then, let’s go, Tae-oh.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Me and Ira turned towards the entrance of the mansion.
As everything in the Lioness mansion began to move further and further away, I asked Aira, who was making noises and screaming.
“Is it okay if I don’t ride the carriage?”
“it’s okay. It’s not like you’re going to die just because you don’t burn it.”
“Really, that’s right. So, are you going straight back to the court today?”
At my question, Ira raised her head and looked up at the sky.
Then he slowly lowered his gaze down to the sky and looked at the objects and streets around him with his thin eyes and said:
“Today is a long-awaited holiday for me too, so I want to go for a little walk. Out of this Monarch City. It’s good to go back to the pier outside.”
Aira is trying to get out of town?
Isn’t this the first time in a year?
As I recall, Ira never left the capital Monarch City. In the first place, it’s only natural that he doesn’t go out of the palace very well.
So, as Aira was about to head out of the city out of the blue, I felt a tingling sensation that I don’t know if I should call it a bit of tension or a sense of accomplishment.
Aira is changing.
It was because it clearly felt that the bad ending was getting farther away.
Yes, if Aira goes to the academy, she will have to leave her hometown and learn how to get along with other people. There is nothing wrong with rehearsing beforehand.
So, are there any places on the outskirts of town where Aira can go for a walk?
I hurriedly shook my head and thought of a beautiful lake near Monarch City and a castle between them.
“There is Einrich Castle nearby. It is a fortress built a century ago during the subjugation of the Demon King Angmar. It is now used as a tourist attraction. I will take you there.”
“great.”
Maybe it’s because of her mood, but Aira also seemed a little excited.
I felt good too.
Looking at the good scenery, Aira’s mind and body will be stable, and her personality may improve. Then the road to being a good queen will not be far away.
When I finally got out of the city with Ira and arrived at the Einrich Castle, the outskirts of town.
ㅡ me. Gorgor. legitimate rights. claim Einrich Castle. Gorgor’s. lake. Gorgor’s. intruder. kill! This is Gorgor’s territory! this body. Now you are the king!
ㅡaaah-!
I saw a giant giant climbing on top of the wall, tearing apart knights and horses like chicken breasts.
Beep, beep, beep-.
The giant who twisted the horse’s torso with one hand drank its blood and swung the horse’s skin like throwing away an unnecessary can and threw it to the floor.
The king of the castle. Kneel before you!
It flies in the direction of Aira.
He cuts Aira’s white face and makes blood splatter.
“… … .”
I couldn’t read the expression on Aira’s blood-stained face.
What is this?