■ Drunken Confession □
Ozma asked in a sharp voice.
“Why are you here?”
In response, the naked Gav brushed his blue hair behind his shoulder and said confidently.
“What’s the problem with me walking around in my own mansion?”
“Are you really that clueless right now?”
I hastily intervened before the situation escalated further.
“Come on, let’s go inside and talk. Someone might misunderstand if we keep this up.”
Realizing that she had left the corridor door open, Ozma blushed slightly and closed it.
“Hmph!”
Thus, an unexpected face-to-face meeting was formed by chance.
It felt like my stomach was about to be ripped apart, but I managed to put on a smile as I dealt with both of them.
One was the owner of this grand mansion, and the other was the daughter of my boss.
By the way, there was no romantic tension whatsoever between us.
There never was any opportunity for such a relationship to develop anyway.
Anyway, Gav and Ozma, sitting on the sofa facing each other, silently exchanged heated glances.
Unable to endure the suffocating atmosphere, I raised my hand first.
“Would you like something to drink?”
Ozma quickly replied that it was fine since she wouldn’t stay long, then warned Gav.
“Just so you know, stop teasing me with your tail. He’s under my father’s protection.”
Gav, wearing a bathrobe like a casual outfit, shrugged and said,
“It’s not like I’m doing it for fun. Besides, even if I told you I was serious, you wouldn’t believe me, would you?”
“You know me well.”
“Then I’ll just do what I want. Why should I care about your opinion?”
As Gav aggressively pushed back, Ozma seemed to run out of things to say and shut her mouth.
Gav added,
“Looks like you’re unilaterally infatuated. Women who get too jealous tend to lose interest fast, you know?”
“Wha-!”
Upon hearing that, Ozma turned to me with a look of disbelief.
Why are you looking at me…?
As I frantically waved my hands to deny it, Ozma triumphantly turned back to Gav.
“He says it’s not true.”
“Yeah, keep seeing only what you want to see.”
With a disdainful expression, Gav stood up from the sofa.
“Thanks to you, my mood is gone. We still have time, so I’ll take my sweet time with him.”
Saying that, Gav approached the exit and glanced at me with a wink before leaving.
I nodded slightly in farewell, unable to resist responding.
With Gav stepping out satisfied, the heavy atmosphere that had been stifling the room seemed to ease somewhat, allowing me to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
So this is what they mean when they say blood runs dry.
Still seated on the sofa instead of heading back to her room, Ozma casually asked me,
“You’re not thinking of getting along with Gav, are you?”
“Not at all. Right now, I’m completely against the idea. I just got a scare when he suddenly entered the bathroom while I was showering.”
As I dried my wet hair with a towel, I asked Ozma,
“So, what brings you here? And what’s with that alcohol?”
“Oh.”
Only then did Ozma seem to remember the original reason for her visit. She leaned forward slightly, looking a bit tense.
“I’m sorry for lying earlier and saying we were engaged.”
I poured myself some whiskey from the glass I had been drinking in the bathroom and responded,
“I don’t mind.”
“R-really?”
“After all, you probably just blurted it out due to your competitive feelings toward Gav. It’s better to mark your territory if you don’t want to share your soup with others.”
“…Thank you for understanding how I feel.”
As I sipped the whiskey from my glass, I continued,
“Still, it was quite surprising. I never thought you’d like me, Lady Ozma.”
At that, Ozma lowered her head as if struck by truth.
Her face had turned red like an apple.
I sat down in front of the sofa with a plate of snacks and asked,
“When did it start? What made you begin liking me?”
Ozma hesitated, gripping the hem of her pants tightly, before finally answering,
“When everyone shook their heads saying you wouldn’t work out, you were the first person to give me a positive affirmation.”
“And you were the first person to see me not as the Demon King’s daughter, but simply as ‘Ozma.'”
“This kind of emotion is new to me, and honestly, I don’t know how to express it. But every time I see you, my heart feels like it’s broken, thumping uncontrollably.”
“I like you… How about you?”
Ozma’s shy confession.
On the other hand, I couldn’t respond to that.
Fundamentally, I am a free-love advocate.
I don’t stop those who come, nor do I hold back those who leave.
Though I’ve dated women before, the periods were always short because I’m quite eccentric.
Anyway, I’m already twenty-seven years old.
If I said I wasn’t bothered by being single while others build families, that would be a lie.
But I’ve never once considered the Demon King’s daughter as a potential partner.
No, hear me out.
It’s barely been three months since I joined the Demon King’s Army, and right off the bat, I’d be messing with the boss’s daughter?
Just imagining it brought nothing but horrifying consequences.
Ozma is definitely a good guy, but judging by what I’ve seen so far, she’d be the annoying type in a relationship.
First loves are usually clumsy, but seeing her already showing jealousy before anything started, it’s a 100% certainty.
So I needed to find a suitable excuse to gently decline, which wasn’t easy either.
Given that she came prepared with alcohol, it was clear she had set her mind today.
While I was searching for a tactful way to reject her, Ozma opened the wine bottle herself and gulped it down in big swigs, placing it loudly on the table.
“Huff-”
Shaking her head a few times, likely borrowing courage from the alcohol, she abruptly stood up and approached me.
Ozma, whose face had turned slightly red, grabbed my hand.
“I know what you’re worried about. And I can assure you upfront that none of that will happen. Let’s start from here.”
Then she placed my hand on her soft bosom.
“Caldlasth, no matter how many women you pursue, it won’t bother me. All I ask for is one thing: as long as you don’t leave me, I’ll follow you till the end.”
Ozma looked at me seriously as she said these words.
“Will you love me?”
This confession was more assertive than the one she gave earlier.
She must have noticed my hesitation.
As I stood there, Camilla’s and Dorothea’s faces briefly flashed through my mind, but eventually, I couldn’t resist the temptation before me.
Gripping Ozma’s large breasts through her white shirt tightly, I could feel the soft flesh pressing into my fingers.
They were too precious to always cover with bandages.
Thinking that I might be the first to touch Ozma’s chest, which no one else has ever touched, gave me a slight sense of superiority.
They were truly magnificent.
“Ah, uh-huh.”
Completely surrendering herself to me, Ozma occasionally let out muffled moans.
It was different from Camilla, who was like a blank canvas.
Unlike Camilla, who quickly absorbed knowledge, Ozma passively accepted whatever I did.
A difference between active and passive forms, one might say.
This teaching style certainly had its charm, but it was undeniable that immediate satisfaction was harder to achieve.
After playing with her chest for quite a while, I let go and lightly kissed her lips.
Ozma eagerly pressed her lips against mine, like a baby bird receiving food from its mother.
Perhaps because of my lack of experience with women, her feminine qualities were lacking somewhat.
But occasionally, the expressions of femininity she showed rivaled even Camilla’s.
After the kiss ended, I led her to the bed.
Anyway, I was only wearing a bathrobe, and Ozma was dressed in a light t-shirt and cotton pants.
As I sat her on the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning her clothes one by one, her usually unseen white chest finally revealed itself.
Mesmerized by its overwhelming presence, I lost myself without realizing it, prompting Ozma to ask bashfully,
“Um, does it look strange?”
“No, it’s rather perfect, which surprised me.”
I immediately shook my head and moved her arms covering her chest to the sides.
Splash!
There lay the utopia every man dreams of.
