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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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‘So this is what it means to feel drained.’
I staggered out of the room.
On either side of me, Floretta still wore a beaming smile, while Luna’s cheeks were slightly flushed.
Luna had maintained that expression ever since she started changing clothes.
Though I hadn’t done anything, merely witnessing the Popes’ undressing up close left me feeling completely drained of energy.
It seemed I had exhausted myself from desperately trying not to react.
In the end, what I chose last were the dresses Floretta and Luna had initially picked up.
I didn’t even want to imagine the garment – no, that thing that could hardly be called clothing – that had been left unchosen by the two.
They said it was an outfit that could only be worn on very special days, designed to bring one closest to God…
It was just a roundabout way of saying it was the most revealing.
It was far more revealing than the C-string with breast covers and micro sling bikini that Floretta and Luna had picked up.
At first, I truly thought they were simply naked.
But apparently, that was considered “dressed.”
There was essentially only one choice.
‘And then there was them changing clothes in front of me.’
When the Popes started undoing their sacred attire right before my eyes, saying they would try them on, I quite literally, without exaggeration, jumped up from the sofa.
I simply couldn’t get it out of my head.
Floretta did turn around with a giggle when she saw my startled reaction, but while her abundant hair covered everything, for an ordinary person it would have been hopeless.
Luna was a prime example.
Though Luna’s hair was also quite luxurious, when she turned around to change, I momentarily lost my train of thought seeing her buttocks occasionally peek out.
I couldn’t fathom their true intentions at all.
Was there really a need to change clothes while a man was watching?
With curtains all around, they could have simply gone behind one and been completely hidden from view.
I wondered if they simply had no reservations about exposure itself, but when Luna realized I had seen her exposed buttocks, she immediately blushed, so that didn’t seem to be the case either.
‘…I don’t understand.’
I gave up trying to figure it out.
It didn’t seem like I’d be able to arrive at an answer by dwelling on it here.
With Floretta and Luna flanking me on either side just as when we had entered the room, we returned to the circular space.
I opened the curtain, wondering if the others had finished as well.
The knight commanders were sprawled on the sofa, wearing expressions identical to mine.
“…”
They looked as if they had nearly lost their senses.
Their eyes were unfocused, and their entire bodies were slumped against the sofa’s backrest.
Faint groans escaped their lips.
The various dresses that had been showing off their individual charms were now neatly arranged and gathered in one place.
As a bonus, the nuns stood nearby in attention, wearing very satisfied expressions with their hands clasped together.
When they heard our footsteps, the knight commanders turned their heads.
Lize spoke in a voice drained of all energy.
“…Delta, where did you go?”
“To help choose the Popes’ dre… dresses.”
Unable to bring myself to call those things clothes, I stammered briefly due to an internal conflict.
Hearing my answer, a look of confusion crossed Lize’s face.
“Why did you choose the Popes’ dresses, Delta?”
That’s right.
Why had I, neither an Inquisitor of the Sun nor an Inquisitor of the Moon, chosen the dresses for the Popes to wear?
Even if I wanted to answer, I didn’t know myself.
An odd silence ensued.
“The esteemed guest was of great help. He has quite an excellent eye.”
Floretta clung to my arm with a bright smile.
Lize, clearly not expecting the Pope herself to answer on my behalf, stammered and couldn’t continue speaking.
“Indeed. We received much assistance from the esteemed guest.”
Luna also quietly clung to my arm, wearing her usual cold and haughty expression.
The flushed cheeks she had displayed just before entering were now nowhere to be seen.
Lize stared at the Popes with a dazed expression.
“Have you all selected your dresses?”
This time, Iris nodded in response to Floretta’s question.
“Yes, we have, Your Holiness.”
“Might you tell us what you chose?”
At the Pope’s request, the nuns stepped forward again.
Iris, Erica, and Claudia, who had been sprawled on the sofa, simultaneously flinched.
Their pupils trembled.
Only Lize quietly watched the Popes clinging to my side.
It was quite some time before we left that place.
When we went outside, Stella and Selene were waiting with the battle nuns, and we returned to our lodgings once again under their escort.
As we were about to return to our respective rooms, our tired minds and bodies exhausted from dealing with those banquet outfits all day long since morning, Claudia stopped me.
“Delta. Wait a moment.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s talk briefly before you rest.”
Claudia gestured for the other knight commanders to go up first.
Only after confirming that Lize, who had been staring intently at us, had also gone upstairs and we were definitely alone did she open her mouth.
“Tonight. Sleep with your door unlocked.”
“…What are you saying?”
“Don’t ask questions. Just do as I say. You usually sleep with it unlocked anyway, don’t you?”
“If you knew that already, why are you making this request?”
Claudia grinned at my question.
“I have good intuition.”
“Good intuition, what does that…”
“Never mind. Just do as I say. And don’t be contrary and do the opposite out of spite. I’m going up now. I’m dead tired from repeatedly putting on and taking off clothes all day.”
I watched the retreating pink figure with a blank expression as she waved and left.
I naturally had no idea why she was suddenly acting this way.
My head was too muddled.
That night, I found myself unable to easily fall asleep due to Claudia’s parting words.
‘Don’t lock the door?’
I didn’t lock it anyway.
As Claudia herself had mentioned, even the knight commanders knew this fact.
They had visited my room several times already.
They didn’t lock their own doors either.
Yet she had deliberately said such a thing…
‘Does it have some other meaning?’
As my thoughts multiplied, sleep naturally eluded me.
Although it didn’t matter if I slept late and woke up late since there was nothing to do in the Holy Kingdom except rest, and there were still two days until the banquet, it felt strange to be lying awake like this.
Time passed, and as night fell and the bright full moon’s light began to shine into the room.
– Click.
As I was deeply pondering the true meaning of Claudia’s words, I heard the click of someone opening my room’s door.
My nerves instantly became alert.
In that brief moment, countless thoughts raced through my mind.
Should I open my eyes and greet them, or pretend to be asleep?
If I greeted them with open eyes, how should I react?
“…”
In the end, I chose to pretend to be asleep.
I didn’t know why.
Perhaps it was a habit from pretending to sleep when I heard movement while secretly using my smartphone at night, or maybe the atmosphere just seemed to call for it.
The door closed again.
Someone had entered my room.
There was a click as the lock on the doorknob was engaged.
Then, very faint footsteps slowly began approaching me.
The person who had entered paused briefly at the foot of the bed, then placed their hand on it.
The mattress sank deeply beside my calf.
Soon after, the space next to my knee also sank as if someone had placed their hand there.
The sunken areas moved.
From beside my ankle to beside my knee, from beside my knee to beside my thigh, from beside my thigh to beside my waist, from beside my waist to beside my shoulder.
As if crawling up with me between them, the bed on either side of me repeatedly sank and rose.
My body kept swaying left and right.
Even if I had been asleep, this would have woken me.
The movement soon stopped.
It seemed they were looking down at me from directly above my face.
After a moment of silence, a voice broke the quiet.
“Delta, are you asleep?”
‘…Lize?’
It was Lize.
As I continued pretending to sleep out of shock, suddenly a finger traced across my lips.
I felt a soft touch.
“I know you’re not sleeping. Get up.”
At this point, it seemed impossible to keep my eyes closed any longer.
I slightly opened my eyes.
Lize was looking down at me from right in front of me.
As our eyes met, Lize smiled broadly.
She was half-straddling me, her hands on either side of my face, one knee pressed tightly against my left side, and the other knee slightly resting on my stomach.
It was as if she was pouncing on me.
Whether intentionally or unknowingly, the left strap of her sleeveless top had slipped down to the middle of her upper arm.
As a result, her upper chest was exposed more than usual.
Her breasts, heavily shifted downwards, swayed left and right or up and down with every movement Lize made.
Their weight seemed palpable just from looking at them.
My gaze was drawn to the enormous cleavage formed between them, but realizing what I was doing, I quickly raised my eyes.
It seemed I was already too late.
Lize was grinning at me.
“…Why are you here? At such a late hour, too.”
It was impossible for her not to have noticed that I had been staring at her chest.
I cleared my throat and tried to change the subject.
Even to myself, it seemed like a poor attempt.
Lize, who had been looking at me with a meaningful smile, decided to let it slide this once and answered my question straightforwardly.
“Why do you think I’m here?”
“…”
“Late at night. A woman visiting a man’s room alone. A locked door. Our position. It’s obvious, isn’t it?”
“I know. I just asked for the sake of it. I can’t pretend not to understand even in this situation. I’m not that oblivious.”
“Well. You seemed pretty oblivious to me.”
“Me? About what?”
“See? You don’t know.”
Lize bent her elbows.
The distance between our faces decreased.
Her breath mingled with mine.
Her warm breath brushed against my lips.
Her deep blue eyes stared directly into mine.
“Originally, I was planning to seduce you slowly, waiting until you couldn’t stand it anymore and pounced on me. Straddling a man isn’t really my style.”
The finger that had been tracing my lips moved to my bangs.
With a rustle, Lize brushed my bangs up.
“But at this rate, it seemed like I was going to lose you.”
“Lose me?”
“Of course, you. Who else would it be?”
“To whom?”
Her face drew even closer.
“Their Holinesses the Popes”
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[0_0!!!!!]
They can all share….once he upgrades his stamina of course
SEEGGGSSS