193 – Scene 193# Drunken Talk
*
Helga immediately sensed an unusual atmosphere.
“Count? Hey, are you drunk… It’s me?”
“I wasn’t drunk. Nothing but alcohol can make me drunk.”
“Yes? Anyway, is that a lie?!”
“Don’t make fun of your mouth.”
Tristan tightly shuts his mouth.
Unusually wild, Helga was taken aback.
But I soon came to my senses.
Let’s stay calm. The Count is just drunk now. Besides, if it’s pure power, this one is stronger.
If you just wake up like this… … .
“… !”
“Don’t run amok, stay calm.”
It was strange.
Tristan held Helga’s mouth tightly with one hand, but she couldn’t get up.
‘I can’t get enough strength in my body… ?’
Is it because of drunkenness? Because of drunkenness?
no… . There was that, too, but he was overwhelmed by the ‘rage’ felt in his eyes.
Only then did Helga realize that she had touched the sleeping lion.
“Well… ?”
At that moment, Tristan’s expression contorted as if he had smelled something. His gaze was directed towards her feet… .
no way… .
“town?! Ugh?! Pooh! Now wait a minute! Wait! stop!”
“… what?”
“Oh, today! rain! It’s raining!”
“What about the rain?”
“that is… . A bit wet from the rain… . The stockings I’m wearing right now, I’ve been wearing these two days… .”
“Do you mean that it stinks?”
Helga closed her eyes and nodded.
I was so ashamed that I couldn’t bear to look at his face.
It was the worst.
I couldn’t even wash my face because I was walking around the bar for two days like a drunk. In addition, since it was rained on, the smell is certain.
“So… . Can you please stop it?!”
In an instant, the touch of the tip of my foot gave me goosebumps.
“… … You are right.”
“?!?!?”
A wrinkle formed between Tristan’s brows.
now… Did the Count smell my bar feet?!
“No, don’t take it! You can’t take it!”
“Do not order me.”
Helga, shuddering and trying to freak out, froze again.
Tristan was looking down at her with a very displeased face.
When I saw his eyes mixed with a bit of ‘anger’, my body didn’t move.
“I used to show off my pretty legs… .”
“Sigh… !”
Tristan’s fingers ran down her peachbones, calves, and thighs. The creepy touch made Helga shudder as if she had been electrocuted.
“Did you brazenly hide that your feet smell like this?”
“stop! That, don’t say more! Yes… !”
“I would have told you not to order me.”
Tristan looked down at her with a ‘arrogant’ smile. Like a boy who finds an interesting toy.
‘What what what?!? Why are you doing this all of a sudden… ?’
It was a look of Tristan that had never been seen before.
The cold tone was the same as usual, but Helga was quite taken aback by his somewhat overbearing and mischievous attitude.
“That’s not enough, how dare you step on me with your feet like this… .”
“eww… . I was wrong! Count. forgive… .”
“no. It seems that an insolent person like you needs an ‘education’.”
“What?!”
His stockings came off with his hands without even time to resist.
‘It’s strange, it’s strange, it’s strange!!!’
She usually took off her stockings in front of him to seduce Tristan. But now, when his stockings were forcibly removed, he seemed to have opened his eyes to a new sensation.
“Oh no… . like this… .”
“Didn’t you start first?”
Tristan restrained Helga’s hands to the bed with stockings.
There was no way I could resist him any longer.
“Then please be kind… please… .”
Make sure to read from noble mtl com
Defenseless Helga begged, clasping her white bare legs.
Tristan, however, smiled as if ignoring the plea.
“Being kind is not education.”
“Count… .”
“You did that when I got into the carriage. If you do something useless, you will become my slave, not an escort knight.”
Touching Helga’s chin, Tristan said in a cold voice.
“You are my slave. From now on, call me the master, not the count.”
“… … .”
“Answer me. Hello.”
“Yes… . host… sir… .”
“Show evidence of obedience.”
Tristan held out his hand in front of Helga’s eyes.
Having a vague idea of what that meant, Helga silently kissed the tip of his finger.
But Tristan clicked his tongue.
“If this is all I see, it is disappointing. It might be better to have Lian do it.”
“Yes… ?!”
“Open your mouth.”
At the high-pressure command, Helga opened her mouth as instructed. At that moment, his index finger squeezed into her mouth.
“… town?!”
“Lick it.”
“!”
Helga looked up at Tristan.
It was by no means a joke face. He wanted her sure obedience.
What Helga had to do was already decided.
“Ah… .”
He slowly began to taste his fingers on his tongue. As if eating melting ice cream, I began to lick between his knuckles.
It may have been a meaningless act, but the more he did it, the more Helga felt obedient to him.
“Yes… ah… .”
Helga felt a strange delight as her tongue and fingers mingled with saliva in her mouth. At some point, she realized herself sucking, biting, and licking his finger with sincerity.
Tristan smiled contentedly.
“yes. Obey thoroughly.”
“Yes, yes he… .”
How many times have you licked his fingers?
Finally, Tristan removed his hand from Helga’s mouth and untied the stockings from her hands.
A sign that his education is over.
“master… .”
Feeling regretful, Helga immediately knelt down and bowed her head in front of Tristan. After being completely trained, she had no choice but to obey.
“Please ‘educate’ me more… .”
“… … .”
Make sure to read from noble mtl com
Despite Helga’s pleading, Tristan didn’t say anything. Just a stinging gaze on her back.
Helga, on the other hand, was looking forward to it.
What is the next ‘education’?
And with ‘education’, you can see yourself being treated as you please.
Before long, Tristan’s mouth, which had been tightly closed, opened.
“Take it off.”
“Yes… .”
Helga took off her jacket without hesitation.
What kind of orders will you give?
Helga is ready to accept any embarrassing orders.
But what I heard from Tristan was not an order, but a low cry.
“This foolish thing… .”
“…Yes? Kyaha?!”
Tristan, clutching Helga’s shoulders in her underwear, pointed at her white back.
“Wounded by Patrick?”
“… !”
I forgot.
Helga checked the shirt she was wearing until now. A shirt stained with dried bloodstains. He knew what his back would look like.
“that is… . I was treated, but I couldn’t reach my back… .”
I couldn’t hide it. The wound from hitting Patrick’s magical energy head-on in the restaurant.
Seeing that, Tristan said in a cold voice.
“Did you drink and get wet in the rain when your wounds haven’t even healed?”
“… … .”
“A foolish thing.”
“sorry. I showed you a bad look… .”
Helga couldn’t help but bow her head.
I was caught up in a sense of guilt and shame for disappointing him again.
‘Ahh… . done… .’
You’ve come this far, but you’ve finally bought his wrath. As he said, it’s really stupid.
If that’s the case, wouldn’t he deserve to be a slave, let alone an escort knight?
When Helga gets depressed and tries to put her shirt back on… .
“… !”
“I have had a dream.”
said Tristan, hugging her gently from behind.
“Dreams in which you die countless times for me.”
“I… Yo?”
“yes. Being cursed on my behalf, trying to save me, getting caught in a trap and dying… . Sometimes in a rain of arrows, you wrapped me up and died.”
His hand rested on his wounded back.
“Once again… . I even died from such a small wound.”
Tristan’s voice was as calm as reading a book. But there was a hint of deep sadness in his voice.
“In my dreams, I often lost you. No matter what I did, you didn’t come back to life.”
“… … .”
Helga couldn’t say anything.
As if Tristan had really lost Helga, not in a dream… . Or because he was talking as if he had seen the future.
But most of all, she couldn’t say anything… .
“If I worry about you… . Is it strange?”
I had never heard his heart so ardent.
Helga opened her mouth in silence.
“ah… no… . It’s not strange. I’m just an older brother… . The Count… . The fact that you value me so much… .”
“I will not hand you over to death.”
Tristan hugged Helga tightly.
Like you’ll never miss it.
“No one else. Only I can worry about you.”
“Yes… .”
“You are completely mine.”
“Yes… . Yes… !”
Helga moaned involuntarily at the sudden warm feeling on the nape of her neck.
Tristan whispered in her ear.
“This is a sign that you are mine.”
I didn’t have a mirror, but I could tell.
That now she has Tristan’s kiss mark on the nape of her neck. And that it was a much darker mark than the one she secretly left on the nape of his neck the other day.
I was happy.
Even if he did it when he was drunk, I wanted to believe that he was serious about being drunk.
Even if she couldn’t remember what happened tonight, she wanted to remember tonight forever.
Helga gently took Tristan’s hand.
“From the beginning I… brother. no… . It belonged to the owner… . So, some more proof that I belong to the master… .”
Then she kissed his hand and said.
“Could you engrave on me a little more… ?”
*
When I woke up in the morning, I had a headache.
The headache came to the point where I was swearing without even realizing it.
It’s probably because of the alcohol you drank the night before.
Thanks to you, this was the first time I knew I had such a bad hangover.
Let’s lie down for just 5 more minutes… .
With that in mind, I hugged the pile of blankets.
‘yes?’
Is it because there is still warmth left?
It’s pretty hot for that. no. no wait a minute, this… … .
Make sure to read from noble mtl com
Did you notice the popularity?
Something I thought was a pile of blankets wriggled and poked its head out.
“You woke up… ?”
“…Helga.”
It wasn’t the blanket I was sleeping on, it was Helga. Even in underwear.
Make sure to read from noble mtl com
Did you come in when I was sleeping? What gap??
“Last night was really intense… .”
Helga said shyly, rubbing the nape of her neck. The moment I saw the traces of red blooming here and there on the nape of my neck, I was dizzy.
Because there was no one else who could leave a kiss mark on her.
It was probably because I drank too much yesterday.
It must have been so deep that she didn’t even notice her coming.
Looking at Helga’s clothes scattered all over the place, I felt like I was sober.
I used ‘Pride’ and ‘Patience’ to keep my composure as much as possible.
Let’s stay calm.
The only one wearing underwear right now is Helga. On the other hand, I’m in my pajamas as usual.
I don’t know, but I wouldn’t have crossed the line with her. maybe.
“master? Are you okay?”
master… ?
I’m not saying it’s wrong, but why did the name change all of a sudden?
I’m afraid because I can’t remember what happened last night.
“yes. Okay.”
“Do you remember what happened yesterday?
“I don’t remember.”
“As expected… .”
I honestly admitted.
I’m sorry for her, but it’s true that I can’t remember what happened.
But Helga wasn’t too upset.
“Oh… . Take this.”
“… ?”
“Please, master, use this as you please… .”
What Helga handed me was the black stockings she was wearing.
“… What do you mean by this?”
“Ah, that… . Master’s… That… . ttatta… follow… .”
Helga stutters like a broken machine. His face gradually turned red, and he spoke in a voice the size of a mosquito.
“If you use it as a daughter… .”
“… … .”
“It smells, but that… . I think you like it… . If you use it all up, I’ll wear it again and give it to you… . hot!? The owner, ho, did you want me to take it out myself… ?!”
“… Not required.”
What do you mean by subtracting… .
I don’t know what happened last night, but it wasn’t enough that my title changed to master, I became a stocking snatcher?
I can’t bear to ask Helga about yesterday… .
Worried, I found something in Helga, who started talking gibberish to herself.
“Helga.”
“Yes? master?”
“… Call me Count.”
“ah… . Yep.”
“Wounds on the back. Heal me now.”
I clicked my tongue and took out the ointment from the drawer. It was probably a wound from a fight with Patrick at a restaurant the other day.
After all, drinking all day… .
I was about to chime in, but Helga suddenly said something strange.
“… After all, this aspect is the same.”
“what…?”
“Nope. it’s nothing. It’s okay because the Count probably won’t understand. hehehehe… .”
“?”
Helga let out an incomprehensible laugh.
The smile wasn’t sinister, and it seemed somehow amused.
Tristan really like touching women’s feet. First, Bella. Then, Wendy. Now, Helga.