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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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Ozma’s sharp voice cut through the air.
“What are you doing here?”
Gav, still naked, brushed her blue hair over her shoulder and said confidently,
“This is my home. I can go wherever I want.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
I, watching from the sidelines, quickly intervened before things escalated.
“Let’s all just calm down and talk inside. We don’t want to cause a misunderstanding.”
Ozma, realizing she had been shouting in the hallway, her door wide open, blushed and closed it.
“Ahem!”
And so, we found ourselves in a tense three-way standoff.
I felt a pit forming in my stomach, but I forced a smile and tried to mediate.
One was the owner of this mansion, and the other was my boss’s daughter.
To be clear, there was no romantic tension between Ozma and me. We hadn’t had any moments that could have led to such a development.
Anyway, Gav and Ozma sat on opposite sofas, exchanging heated glares.
Unable to bear the suffocating atmosphere, I spoke up.
“Um, can I get anyone a drink?”
Ozma, planning a short stay, declined and then turned to Gav.
“I’m warning you, if you’re just messing around, stop. He’s under my father’s protection.”
Gav, clad in a bathrobe, shrugged.
“I’m not messing around. But even if I was serious, you wouldn’t approve, would you?”
“You know I wouldn’t.”
“Then I’ll do as I please. Why should I care about what you think?”
Ozma, at a loss for words, fell silent.
Gav then delivered the final blow.
“It seems like you’re the one who’s infatuated. Women who get too jealous are a turn-off.”
“What?!”
Ozma looked at me, as if seeking confirmation.
Why are you dragging me into this?
I quickly shook my head, and Ozma, with a triumphant expression, said to Gav,
“He says you’re wrong.”
“Then keep believing what you want to believe.”
Gav looked at Ozma with a pitying expression, then stood up from the sofa.
“You’ve ruined the mood. I’ll take his seed later. I have plenty of time.”
She walked towards the door, then turned and winked at me.
I nodded slightly in response.
Gav left the room, a satisfied smile on her face.
The heavy atmosphere lifted, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
My nerves were shot.
Ozma, still sitting on the sofa, asked me,
“You’re not actually planning to sleep with Gav, are you?”
“I have no intention of doing so right now. She barged into my bathroom while I was bathing, and I was quite startled.”
I said, drying my hair with a towel, then asked Ozma,
“So, what brings you here? And what’s with the wine?”
“…Ah.”
Ozma, remembering her original purpose, bowed her head slightly.
“I apologize for lying about our engagement earlier.”
I poured myself a glass of whiskey, adding some ice.
“I don’t mind.”
“R-Really?”
“You were just trying to get under Gav’s skin, weren’t you? Sometimes you have to claim what’s yours, even if it means being a little assertive.”
“…Thank you for understanding.”
I sipped my whiskey.
“But I was a little surprised. I never thought you had feelings for me.”
“Ugh.”
Ozma’s head dropped, her face flushing crimson.
I sat down on the sofa in front of her, holding a plate of dried snacks, and asked,
“So, when did it start? When did you start liking me?”
Ozma, clutching the hem of her pants, hesitated, then finally answered,
“When everyone else doubted me, you were the first to believe in me.”
“And you were the first to see me as ‘Ozma,’ not just the Demon Lord’s daughter.”
“I’ve never felt this way before. I don’t know how to express it. But whenever I see you, my heart beats like crazy.”
“I like you. …How about you?”
Ozma’s shy confession.
I, on the other hand, was speechless.
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I was a firm believer in casual dating.
I didn’t chase after those who left, nor did I push away those who came.
I had been in relationships before, but they were all short-lived, due to my eccentric nature.
Anyway, I was twenty-seven now.
It would be a lie to say I wasn’t bothered by being single while everyone else was settling down.
But I had never considered the Demon Lord’s daughter as a potential partner.
I mean, I had only been in the Demon Lord’s army for three months. To get involved with the boss’s daughter so soon…
The thought alone was terrifying.
Ozma was a good person, but she seemed like she would be a demanding girlfriend.
While first relationships were always clumsy, her jealousy, even before we started dating, was a red flag.
I needed to find a way to gently let her down. But that wasn’t going to be easy.
She had come here with a bottle of wine, clearly determined.
As I was searching for the right words, Ozma opened the wine bottle and took a long swig.
“Phew.”
She shook her head, as if to bolster her courage, then stood up and approached me.
Her face was flushed. She took my hand.
“I know what you’re worried about. And I want to make it clear that you have nothing to fear.”
She then placed my hand on her soft breast.
“Kaldrash, I don’t care how many other women you have. I only ask for one thing. If you don’t abandon me, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.”
Ozma looked at me, her eyes filled with sincerity.
“So, will you love me?”
It was a more direct confession than before.
She must have sensed my hesitation.
The faces of Camilla and Dorothea flashed through my mind, but I couldn’t resist the temptation before me.
Squeeze
I pressed my hand against Ozma’s large breast, feeling the soft flesh through her white shirt.
It was a shame to hide such a magnificent pair of breasts under a binder.
A part of me felt a sense of pride, knowing I was the first to touch them.
They were truly magnificent.
“Hnn… mmm.”
Ozma, surrendering herself to my touch, let out soft moans.
She was different from Camilla, who had also been a blank canvas.
Unlike Camilla, who had absorbed knowledge like a sponge, Ozma was more passive, simply accepting my advances.
The difference between active and passive learning, I suppose.
While teaching her would be enjoyable in its own way, it wouldn’t be easy to see immediate results.
I released her breast and kissed her gently.
Ozma, like a baby bird receiving food from its mother, eagerly met my lips.
Having lived as a man for so long, she lacked feminine grace.
But the occasional glimpse of her female side was no less captivating than Camilla’s.
After the kiss, I led her to the bed.
I was only wearing a bathrobe, and she was in a light t-shirt and cotton pants.
I sat her on the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning her shirt. Her white, bare breasts, which had never seen the light of day, were finally revealed.
I was mesmerized by their beauty. Ozma, embarrassed, covered herself with her arms.
“A-Are they… weird?”
“No, they’re perfect.”
I shook my head and gently pulled her arms away.
Jiggle
They were the ideal breasts, the kind every man dreams of.
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