I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 199

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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I froze, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words. But nothing came to mind. I couldn’t fathom her intent.

Surely, the imperious Cecilia wasn’t hoping for a romantic relationship. Her personality was far from that.

“Did I offend you?”

I asked cautiously. Cecilia’s expression shifted subtly.

“Did I appear offended?”

“……No.”

Her expression had been unusual, but her lack of outrage indicated she wasn’t angry.

If she were, Margarita wouldn’t be standing here unharmed.

“If you understood my mood, why did you ask such a question? Choose your words carefully.”

I glanced at Cecilia.

Though her eyes were still impassive, the corners of her lips were slightly upturned. She wasn’t upset by my question. In fact, she seemed to want the conversation to continue.

Perhaps I could push a little further.

“To ascertain Your Majesty’s intent in asking such a question.”

“A servant questioning their master’s motives? How impudent.”

Despite the harsh words, Cecilia’s expression wasn’t angry. Her lips were still curved upwards, and her eyes had softened.

Either her intent had been to engage me in conversation, or I had inadvertently given her the answer she desired.

I felt a sense of accomplishment.

When I first met Cecilia in Aurora’s territory, and even when I was first summoned to the Imperial Palace, I had been unsure how to handle her capricious nature.

But this version of Cecilia seemed manageable.

Perhaps she was simply more relaxed after the demon slaughter, and would revert to her usual self once we returned to the Empire.

“Very well. I am not one for riddles. I shall be blunt.”

Her golden eyes shimmered.

Our gazes locked. Looking directly into the Empress’s eyes was a punishable offense, yet Cecilia didn’t rebuke me.

After a long moment of eye contact, she spoke.

“I am pleased with you, Commander of the Dark Starry Night Knights. No, I shall call you Delta.”

“That is……”

For a moment, I thought it was a confession, but her next words dispelled that notion.

“Do not misunderstand. This is not romantic affection. I am merely expressing my satisfaction with a well-crafted tool, as a craftsman would. I have told you many times. You are mine.”

Cecilia’s expression was filled with conviction, as if her words were undeniable truths.

Her confidence piqued my curiosity.

I wouldn’t have dared attempt this before, but now, it seemed possible.

“Then what was the meaning of Your Majesty’s kiss in the Imperial Palace?”

“……What?”

Cecilia’s lips, previously curled in a haughty smile, twitched.

“You kissed me, claiming you could handle me alone. I am asking for the meaning behind that action. Was it merely a show for the Pope?”

“You impudent……”

Cecilia glared at me, her eyes narrowing. In the past, such an expression would have filled me with dread.

But not now. I felt strangely calm.

“Your Majesty. Do you not recall our actions before arriving in this Hell?”

I took a step closer. Cecilia, though standing tall, hesitated slightly as the distance between us decreased.

“Do not speak so freely, Commander of the Dark Starry Night Knights. Even my patience has its limits.”

“May this disloyal servant test those limits?”

Such words, spoken while looking directly into the Empress’s eyes, would have been unthinkable before. But her tacit approval emboldened me.

If she truly disapproved, she could easily stop me with a word or a gesture.

But she didn’t.

Her eyes widened, and she muttered “impudent,” yet she patiently awaited my next move.

“You……”

Cecilia mumbled something too quiet to hear. I took another step closer. Her expression remained unchanged.

But the moment my right hand, lifting the edge of her coat, rested on her side, beneath her white shirt—

—Flinch!

Cecilia trembled at the mere touch. I could hear the rustling of my fingers against her skin through the fabric.

She gritted her teeth, glaring at me.

That was all. A grimace and gritted teeth.

She didn’t push my hand away, nor did she express genuine anger. She could have easily stopped me, yet she didn’t.

She simply trembled with every touch, her body yielding.

“……Do not be so presumptuous, Commander of the Dark Starry Night Knights. Do not dare touch my—”

“You could easily subdue me with one hand. If you truly dislike my touch, do so.”

I began to slowly caress her side. I could only feel the rough texture of her shirt through my fingertips, but it was enough. My goal wasn’t pleasure.

Cecilia tried to maintain her fierce expression, but she couldn’t stop the involuntary tremors that ran through her body with every touch.

As my index finger traced the curve of her ribs, a moan escaped her clenched lips.

“I-Impudent…ngh……”

Her words were becoming fragmented. Her head was lowered, obscuring her expression, but I could imagine it.

‘……Is her entire body erogenous?’

Among the women I had been intimate with, Lize was the most sensitive. She would become aroused from a kiss, or soak her dolphin shorts from a breast massage.

But even Lize wasn’t as sensitive as Cecilia. Not to mention the Pope sisters or Aurora.

Her silent acquiescence, despite my explicit offer of resistance, emboldened me further. My hand moved lower, resting on the curve of her hip.

“Ngh…hah…mn……”

A gasp escaped Cecilia’s lips, her breath hot against the fabric of my uniform. Her hands clenched into fists, trembling.

I massaged her hip, my fingers kneading the firm muscles beneath the fabric.

Her forehead rested against my chest. She had given up all pretense of resistance. I reached out with my other hand—

“I’m done with the eye……”

A forgotten voice interrupted us.

I turned.

Margarita, holding the blood-dripping demon eye in one hand and her blood-stained sword in the other, stared at us with a bewildered expression.

“Oh, sorry. Should I wait? I just wanted to let you know I was finished. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Really.”

Margarita held up the eye, gauging our reactions, particularly Cecilia’s.

I removed my hand from Cecilia’s side. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Margarita was completely ignored.

‘……Will she be alright?’

I gently placed my hand on Cecilia’s shoulder, helping her straighten up. Even then, she trembled, a soft moan escaping her lips.

I felt a pointed stare.

“What about the demon?”

“It’s still alive. They’re notoriously difficult to kill, you know? You two are the strange ones, killing them so easily.”

Margarita’s sword wasn’t enchanted with holy power, so she wouldn’t have been able to finish it off. I was surprised she had managed to extract the eye.

“I’ll take care of it.”

I approached the demon and plunged Wingless Nightmare into its head.

The Four-Winged Demon twitched one last time, then went still.

“Now, next……”

“Oh, wait. It’ll be night soon. Why don’t we rest and leave in the morning?”

“We can see just fine at night, can’t we? We can leave now.”

Hell did have a day-night cycle.

Nighttime here simply meant the crimson sky turned even deeper red, bathing everything in a bloody hue.

“I apologize for the delay, but I’m uneasy carrying this eye around.”

“Ah, that’s true.”

I readily agreed. The palm-sized eye was unnervingly fragile, as if it would burst with the slightest pressure.

We could go alone, but the demons might be attracted to the scent of blood and attack Margarita.

“Then let’s leave once the crimson light fades a bit.”

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“Ngh…hah……”

Late at night, bathed in the crimson glow of Hell, Cecilia sat on a nearby rock, trembling and moaning softly.

The events of the day replayed in her mind, making it impossible to relax.

Though overshadowed by the unprecedented event of a living human falling into Hell, the events before and after were equally significant.

Climaxing from a mere kiss, struggling to suppress moans from a simple touch to her side, being unable to resist despite her will—

Cecilia couldn’t accept her body’s sensitivity.

What woman would react so strongly to a simple exchange of—

“Ah……?”

A memory surfaced.

The masculine scent that had filled her senses during the kiss, the intrusion of his tongue, the rough caress of his hands on her buttocks.

“Mn…ngh?!”

The memory triggered another small orgasm. As the tremors subsided, she gasped, reaching between her legs.

A slight dampness.

A mere thought, a simple memory, had brought her to this state. Her body was undeniably, and disturbingly, sensitive.

She traced the outline of her sex through her suit. There was no sensation, no pleasure. It felt strange.

His touch, even to her side, not even to her—

“Ngh?!”

Stars exploded in her mind.

Her back arched, her hips bucking involuntarily. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moans, but it only intensified the sensation, her fingers clenching between her legs.

The wave of pleasure washed over her. She finally managed to pull her hand away just as the dampness threatened to turn into a flow.

Gasping, she wiped her fingers on her clothes. Her body felt weak and languid. She forced herself to stand.

Or rather, she suppressed the lingering arousal. She was still on the verge of another climax.

Cecilia, her legs trembling, returned to the withered wooden house. The multiple layers of curtains dimmed the crimson light considerably.

Her golden eyes scanned the room. Margarita was likely asleep in the bed behind the triple-layered curtains.

The man in the black uniform sat in a chair, his eyes closed, his head resting against the bookshelf.

“Hah……”

Cecilia’s gaze was drawn to his lips. The memory of their touch triggered another wave of heat.

She covered her mouth, bending over, clutching the desk for support, suppressing the rising moans.

This was madness.

Surely, a woman’s body wasn’t this sensitive?

The books she had read stated that consistent stimulation was required for a woman to climax. Yet, she was brought to this state by a mere thought.

‘Impossible.’

Denying her body’s reaction, Cecilia, her own scent intensifying, approached Delta. Soft moans escaped her clenched lips.

She reached him. He was right in front of her. She gazed down at him, her vision blurring.

As if possessed, she straddled him, her thighs parting as she settled onto his lap. Her gaze, fixated on his face, drifted to his lips—

“What are you doing on top of me?”

The man’s dark eyes snapped open, and Cecilia froze.

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