Chapter 14 | The Assassin Embraces
We disguised ourselves and departed the main store at separate times. I then waited for Maha at the inn she’d made a reservation at.
The place Maha had chosen was extravagant. The furnishings were all nice, and the establishment seemed to emphasize anonymity above all else. This inn protected the privacy of its customers.
Maha and I were both relatively famous, so we needed to take precautions. The representative and the proxy representative of Natural You drew more attention than some lower-ranking nobles. We could pass off walking together as necessary for work, but we couldn’t have word spread that we were in a romantic relationship.
Our room had a shower, albeit a primitive one. It was operated by using a foot pump to pressurize a tank of warm water connected to the overhead spout. It was simple, but I was glad to have it nonetheless.
I showered first, and I was now waiting for Maha to come out.
Per her request, I was going to sleep with her as Lugh rather than Illig. She said she wanted to be with the real me.
Maha made no attempt to hurry. She was taking her preparation very seriously.
My heart was throbbing. This luxurious inn was frequented by couples, and its rooms had a certain atmosphere to them. Above all, this was Maha I was about to sleep with.
“I can’t stay calm…”
Just like Tarte had become more adorable over time, Maha had grown to be more beautiful, more so than I ever imagined when we first met.
That was true of Tarte as well. Girls became women before you knew it.
My lack of composure will make Maha anxious. I need to calm down.
Shortly afterward, Maha emerged from the shower. My eyes were drawn to her skin, which was flushed from the hot water.
That wasn’t the only thing that caught my eye.
“How do I look?”
“It suits you perfectly.”
Maha was wearing dark-blue lingerie that matched her hair. Its alluring design suited Maha’s mature persona very well and brought out her attractiveness.
My initial reaction was relief rather than arousal. This was so like her that it made me want to laugh. It was nice to know that even in this situation, Maha was still Maha.
“Come here,” I instructed.
“O-okay,” she responded hesitantly.
“You don’t sound like yourself.”
“Yeah, that was kind of like Tarte… I’m really nervous.”
Maha started to sit next to me on the bed but decided against it and sat between my legs instead, leaning her body back against mine.
“You smell nice.”
“I acquired a special perfume oil and coated myself with it after my shower. I know you like this type of fragrance, and it makes my skin pretty and soft.”
“Lingerie and perfume oil? You put a lot of effort into this.”
Thorough preparation was Maha’s manner in all things.
“I’m not as lovely as Dia or Tarte, so I need to go all out to look presentable in front of you.”
“That’s not true. They’re both attractive, but you’re just as pretty as them.”
“No, I’m not. Even if you’re right, I can’t relax unless I dress up. I want to do my best to look nice for you, dear brother.”
Her lingerie was at the cutting edge of fashion. Nobles usually had these kinds of undergarments custom-made by famous designers. It couldn’t have been easy for Maha to get some. The perfume oil was also very valuable.
It was flattering that she’d gone to such lengths for me. Overcome by her sweetness, I hugged her from behind.
I could hear her heartbeat. Actually, I could hear mine as well. Ba-dum, ba-dum. Ba-dum, ba-dum. The sound was evidence of our passion.
“This is really nice,” I said.
“Yeah. Word of advice, though: You really shouldn’t say things like that to a girl.”
“You’re back to yourself.”
Those kinds of retorts were Maha’s specialty.
“Yeah, I feel a lot less nervous now. Feeling your skin on mine is putting me at ease. I’ve always felt most comfortable at your side… Hey, remember how you used to sleep with me whenever I said I was lonely?”
“Yeah, I do.”
Tarte and Maha had both been traumatized from the loss of their families when they were young. They desired the comfort of blood relatives, and I did my best to fill that role for them. Thus, on nights they felt lonely, I had let them sleep in my bed.
“I could never have admitted this then, but there were times when I pretended to be sad just because I wanted to be close to you. I think Tarte did, too… We’ve both seen you as a man for much, much longer than you think. Did you ever realize that?”
“I didn’t. Or more accurately, I didn’t want to.”
There had been plenty of signs. However, I’d overlooked them because I was set on thinking of Tarte and Maha as family.
“Tarte did a much poorer job of concealing it than me. She would often pleasure herself while in bed with you.”
“You did, too, Maha.”
“Tarte was a bad influe— Wait, you knew?!” Maha exclaimed, turning around to look at me.
Tarte had been so obvious that I wasn’t sure if she’d even tried to hide it, but Maha had attempted to subdue her voice. Maha started doing it a few nights after Tarte did, so she probably thought that if I hadn’t noticed Tarte, she could get away with it, too.
“I’m an assassin. I’m always probing my surroundings, even while asleep. Want me to give you the number of times you did it and the exact dates? I have a very good memory.”
Maha’s face flushed an even deeper red, then she turned forward again as if unable to look at me any longer.
“You didn’t have to tell me that. I want to die. What kind of sadistic person notices that and ignores it?”
“I knew you were of the age to have uncontrollable sexual desire, so I let you do as you pleased. It’s not such a weird thing to do anyway. I wasn’t sure what to think about you using my arm without permission, but…the action itself is good for relieving stress. And by the way, I think you deserve some of the blame for making me worry to the point that I let you sleep in my bed.”
“…You didn’t do that out of kindness. Urgh, I want to die.”
I couldn’t see Maha’s face, but her ears were scarlet.
“I thought it would be okay to tell you this now, but I guess I shouldn’t have?”
“No. I don’t want to be the only one feeling this embarrassment, so I’m going to tell Tarte you knew about this later.”
Maha, who was usually so levelheaded, was really shaken by this. I could only imagine what Tarte’s panic would be like.
“I had heard that girls don’t like talking about other girls while in bed, but you seem fine discussing Tarte.”
“That’s because it’s Tarte. She’s always been family, and that’s not going to change. Also…”
Maha swiveled and pinned me down on the bed. Resisting would have been easy, but I let her do as she wished.
“I’m only getting started with my efforts to make you obsessed with me. I’ve always been good at studying for a test. I’ve read many books, and I’ve used tools to practice. All in the aim of making you happy, dear brother.”
“You’re a model student, Maha.”
“Yes. That’s what you wished for, so that’s what I became. Leave everything to me tonight… I’m going to make sure you’ll never get me out of your head.”
Maha smiled and kissed me. She then hung over me and whispered in my ear that she loved me.
Okay, time to test the results of Maha’s study.
Her inexperience showed. Research could only get you so far, and she didn’t understand that there was much you could only learn from doing the real thing.
Maha became my girlfriend today, but she wanted me to continue being her brother and teacher, too. I would instruct her on the things she needed to know.
I could tell it was going to be a long night.
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