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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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Violet, after our passionate night, returned to her own room around 2 AM.
While she had declared her intention to keep me awake all night, she must have decided that falling asleep in the same bed with me, as we had the previous night, was too risky.
If her father-in-law caught her leaving my room in the morning, she would have no way to explain herself.
After Violet returned to the marital bedroom, I looked at the still-closed wardrobe.
No sound came from within. It was completely silent.
“Camilla?”
Sensing something amiss, I called her name softly and slowly opened the wardrobe door.
Whoosh!
I instinctively recoiled at the wave of arousing scent that erupted from within.
I recognized the smell. It was the pheromone released by succubi when aroused.
I quickly conjured a gust of wind to dispel the scent trapped within the wardrobe.
Hidden in the confined space, Camilla had watched our entire lovemaking session from beginning to end. She was fast asleep, drenched in sweat, likely from the heat.
“…”
I gently lifted her from the wardrobe, cradling her in my arms.
A dark stain remained on the spot where she had been crouching.
I laid her on the bed and gently shook her shoulder.
After a moment, her eyelids fluttered open.
“…Mmm.”
At first, she just stirred, but as she regained consciousness, the memory of what she had witnessed seemed to return, and she abruptly sat up.
Our eyes met. I was sitting on a chair facing the bed.
I offered her a glass of water.
“So, how was it? What did you think of the practical demonstration?”
She drained the glass in one gulp and asked for another.
I refilled the glass, and this time, she held it with both hands, taking small sips.
“You both looked very pleased.”
I nodded.
“There are individual differences. Violet, being a beastkin, is more sensitive. And beastkin also have heat cycles.”
“Heat cycles?”
“Simply put, it’s a period of heightened instinctual urge for procreation. Among beastkin, those without readily available mates, like wild Lamias or Harpies, sometimes resort to kidnapping males of other races to satisfy their urges.”
“I see.”
Camilla nodded, then looked at me.
“This experience has given me one certainty.”
“And what is that?”
“You’re very skilled at handling women. And you have excellent communication skills, able to take the lead in such interactions.”
…Was she making fun of me?
Unable to decipher her meaning from context alone, I decided to hear her out.
“And even though I was unconscious, you didn’t lay a finger on me. That’s why I’ve decided I can trust you.”
I was slightly taken aback.
“You trust me based on that?”
Camilla tilted her head.
“Or did you want to take advantage of me?”
“N-No, that’s not what I meant!”
My flustered response made Camilla giggle, covering her mouth with her hand.
“You’re capable of being flustered, too.”
I was usually the one leading the conversation with Camilla.
But this time, I had to admit, she had turned the tables on me.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
“Let’s be honest. I gain nothing from teaching you. It’s just a chore for me. Frankly, I could just throw a textbook at you and tell you to study on your own.”
“So, you’re complaining about the lack of compensation?”
“…If you must put it that way, then yes.”
“Then how about we think about it differently?”
“What do you mean?”
I stared at Camilla, puzzled by her cryptic words.
She placed a hand on her ample bosom and said,
“I’ll give you the opportunity to mold me to your liking. You can do whatever you want while I’m learning, as long as you don’t force yourself on me.”
“So, the process itself is the compensation?”
“Precisely.”
…This was the first time I had received such a bold proposition.
I had never had a serious relationship. Occasionally, I’d spend a night with a woman I met during my travels, or visit a brothel when I needed to relieve my urges.
My master had urged me to get married before I became an old bachelor, but I wasn’t interested in the gold-diggers who flocked to me for my title and wealth.
Considering that, her offer was quite tempting.
To mold a beautiful succubus, a virgin no less, to my liking.
It was the kind of thing wealthy, perverted nobles would pay a fortune for.
Well, the damage is already done.
Once started, there was no easy way to stop. That was the nature of momentum.
And Camilla must have considered all this before making her offer.
After a long pause, I finally spoke.
“Alright. Let’s do this.”
I agreed, but with a condition.
“For three months. I’ll teach you for exactly three months. I’ll give you all the sex education you want. But—”
“But?”
“After that period, I’ll ask you if you want to continue this relationship.”
Camilla bit her lip.
But, seemingly unable to come up with a better alternative, she accepted my condition.
“Alright. I agree.”
A secret pact, made in the dead of night, between the two of us.
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The morning of our last day arrived.
I sat at the table, rubbing my sore back after six hours of strenuous activity.
Camilla, sitting across from me, was already eating, a calm expression on her face.
On the surface, nothing had changed between us.
A guest of the Demon Lord’s army and his personal maid.
But beneath the surface, a new dynamic had formed: teacher and student.
As she wished, the real lessons would begin once we returned to the Demon Lord’s castle.
“Here! Eat this! It’s good for you! You need your strength for today’s work!”
Violet, her purple fur gleaming after two consecutive nights of passion, offered me a plate of salad.
I took a bite and winced at the bitter taste.
Healthy food was always bitter.
But I’d rather live a short, enjoyable life than force myself to eat this.
Meat is the way to go.
As I reached for the steak, Violet raised the plate and placed a hand on her hip.
“No! Don’t be picky!”
“…”
Was she my mother now?
With a grimace, I forced myself to eat the salad.
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Even in autumn, working under the scorching sun without any shade was exhausting.
So, we always worked during the cooler parts of the day.
“Phew.”
I wiped the sweat from my brow and looked around.
The golden waves of wheat were gone.
We had finally harvested the entire 100 acres.
Exhausted and drained of mana, I trudged out of the field. Camilla, who had been watching, approached me with a dry towel.
“You’ve worked hard.”
“Ah, thank you.”
I wiped my sweat with the towel and asked,
“So, are we returning to the Demon Lord’s castle now?”
“Yes. You’ve successfully completed your mission, so you can return to the castle.”
A wave of emotion washed over me as I looked back at the fields.
It was truly over.
As I stood there, lost in thought, Violet approached me.
“Mage, you’ll stay for dinner, won’t you? The villagers are throwing a small party to celebrate the end of the harvest.”
Instead of answering directly, I looked at Camilla.
She shook her head.
“I’m afraid Master Patrasche, as a member of the Demon Lord’s army, has a duty to report the completion of his mission to the Demon Lord as soon as possible.”
“Oh…”
Violet’s face fell.
But Camilla wasn’t finished.
“However, once he’s reported to the Demon Lord, I have no authority to restrict his actions. So, would it be alright if he joined the party later?”
Violet’s face lit up at the unexpected turn of events.
“Yes! Of course!”
And so, my first mission after joining the Demon Lord’s army concluded on a pleasant note.
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