Chapter 70: Giving Up…

Standing on the balcony, I could see the blue and clear indoor garden.

I could hear the faint sound of a cuckoo crying and the sound of fancy carp swimming.

The green color that soothed my eyes and the clear air that refreshed my mind.

It was a landscape that felt more refreshing than cool.

I stood there for quite a while.

Until I felt a bit chilly.

"Beautiful, isn’t it?"

Warm body temperature pressed close behind me.

It was conveyed through two mounds of breasts.

Her hands passed under my armpits, embracing my chest and waist.

Sierra’s voice, filled with breath, near my ear.

"You’ll catch a cold... Let’s go inside. I’ve prepared some warm tea."

I was led to the tea room by her touch, listlessly.

The tatami-matted room was neat and clean, without a speck of dust.

"I’ve had tea here with Phonia several times too."

Sierra smiled as she tilted the teapot.

You bitch.

How dare you bring up Phonia’s name?

"Because of you..."

"It’s great, isn’t it, Gilmon?"

Sierra was nonchalant.

"You weren’t really thinking of living with a woman who is crippled, were you? Or did you want to become the Emperor’s son-in-law? Of course, Gilmon is a wonderful person, but that kind of life would be very stifling. And you know, Aisha is a Princess, but she’s a vulgar bitch. Or do you want to live with other women? Hmm, no matter how I look at it, there’s no woman dignified enough to suit you other than me. Of course, they’re all good in their fields, but there’s no woman as classy as me, is there?"

"...Don’t you dare talk about Phonia like that."

"Okay, I don’t have any particular ill feelings towards Phonia either. So give up and have sex with me."

The place where she lived was a very large oriental house, and it was eerily quiet.

It seemed that the attendants had been dismissed long ago.

So that there would be no problem even if something happened at any time.

So that this desolate room would be filled with the moans of a vulgar female.

Sierra’s plan was successful.

She framed me as a rapist, and the police soon barged in.

It was so fast that I wondered if they had been waiting in advance.

I couldn’t get help from the Princess either.

Not that I had any intention of getting it in the first place.

’You don’t want to be stuck in a detention center like this, do you? If you obediently follow me to my house, I’ll forgive you.’

I had no choice but to grab the lifeline that Sierra offered.

Everything was according to her plan.

I had no choice.

Even if I stood my ground there, I would only show Sophie and Phonia the ugly sight of being dragged away as a rapist.

My credibility was already at rock bottom.

’As expected, Gilmon is an animal. He gets horny whenever he sees a woman...’

Especially Sophie would despise me.

It wasn’t just a matter of falling favor.

I had already lost my reputation in her mind.

I doubted if it could even be recovered.

A shameless man who pretends to be his younger sister’s boyfriend and sleeps with her friends.

Wouldn’t even Phonia be disappointed in me?

I didn’t have the confidence to go back.

Even if the place where those two were was my home.

Maybe they had already moved out.

’Please... Make it like it never happened. Then I’ll listen to you.’

In the end, I knelt before Sierra.

But that was just a matter of sentiment.

Even if I expressed it as kneeling, there was no big change in my life.

A continuous cycle of blankly looking at the scenery, drinking tea, and listening to Sierra’s stories.

Several days had passed since then.

Sierra didn’t particularly drag me to bed by force.

Of course, in this case, it’s not a bed, but a futon.

There was no bed in the oriental house where she lived.

When I first came here, I saw that all the attendants were wearing kimonos.

Sierra was wearing ordinary casual clothes, but she seemed to have a favorite style, such as knee socks or tennis skirts.

In the past few days, Phonia had contacted me.

[Phonia Hazelnut: Messiah.]

[Phonia Hazelnut: Are you coming home late?]

I couldn’t bring myself to answer.

Because I didn’t have the confidence to live while being looked at with pathetic eyes.

But I didn’t feel like having sex with Sierra either.

Heroines with a favorability of over 100 don’t care about the means or methods.

Therefore, it was strange that even Sierra, who had the personality of temperance, was so calm.

Aisha alone made me have sex by making excuses such as exorcism or whatever.

Is she plotting something behind the scenes?

[Sierra Solers]

[Trait: Elegant Lady]

[Personality: Perfectionism, Temperance, Intelligence]

[Favorability: 115/100]

[The appropriate maximum favorability is 100.]

It’s not like her favorability is dropping either.

Sierra Solers’s favorability was slowly and silently rising.

She left me alone.

I had to join her for meals and tea, though.

What was unusual was that she personally took care of my clothes.

So she volunteered to serve me.

"Eat up."

Sierra smiled and gestured to me.

A fragrant smell came from the teacup.

While drinking it, I stole glances at Sierra.

She was wearing a dark-colored sailor blouse.

Holding the teacup with both hands and quietly savoring the scent.

Until recently, she and Phonia had been tutoring here.

"... Are you not meeting Phonia anymore?"

"Ah, are you talking about Phonia?"

Sierra put down the teacup without making a sound.

"Why would I need to meet that woman?"

She said it so refreshingly that I was rather taken aback.

"Now that I’ve made you mine?"

I knew it.

I want to show that wicked smile to Sophie.

Not that I blame her.

But I wasn’t wrong.

But it’s already too late.

I was caught in Sierra’s trap.

"Don’t even think about having other thoughts. There’s no way for you to get out of here. You won’t even be able to find the exit."

Certainly, Sierra was right.

I had to drive for tens of minutes from the gate to get here.

More than anything.

"Phonia and Sophie have left your house."

Sierra’s words hurt the most.

I knew they had left.

In the end, I can’t live with someone who loves me for who I am, not just my dick.

Do I have to live like an animal, lusting after women’s bodies like in the previous playthrough?

That’s not bad either.

I wrote the novel because I wanted this kind of life in the first place.

Is there any need to be pessimistic now?

I want to compromise.

...If it’s just Sierra, it doesn’t matter if her favorability exceeds the limit.

While I’m trapped here, I won’t get involved with other heroines.

It’s not bad to have Sierra as a lifelong partner.

To impregnate Sierra too.

Then I can end this possession anyway.

There’s no need to cling to Phonia.

But, why is it that...?

I keep seeing Phonia’s image.