I Was Confessed to by the Golden Sun - I Was Confessed to by the Golden Sun chapter 25

25 – The Body Knows the Answer

My thighs began to tingle for no apparent reason.

It was probably because I allowed Lucía to touch me even after she nearly attacked me yesterday.

I thought I’d let her touch me for just a moment, but I didn’t expect it to last for over six hours.

Of course, my tingling thighs weren’t just due to that.

“..Sigh.”

It was during a lesson at the academy where we were officially resuming our education as the same class from the welcoming ceremony.

Ignoring the ongoing lecture, Lucía continued to caress my thighs.

“Now, please stop…,” I pleaded, grabbing her arm, but it seemed like my words only provoked her more as her face turned even redder, and she continued to caress my legs.

With her gasping breath, it gave off an unsettling feeling almost as if it were the breath of a pervert.

“Aren’t we in the middle of a lesson?”

It was already uncomfortable as it seemed like the professor’s gaze kept turning in our direction.

Fidgeting during class would undoubtedly draw attention.

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In fact, it was almost miraculous that we hadn’t been caught until now.

“So, you’re adjusting it properly, right?”

Yeah, it wasn’t so much miraculous as it was because this guy had an incredible ability to coNT*Rol his strength.

To the point where it didn’t make too much noise, it was delicate, but he continued to touch me in a way that kept me feeling strange.

Thanks to him, I had to keep feeling this conflicting feeling of pleasure and guilt throughout the entire lecture.

“And, wouldn’t it catch the professor’s eye more if you kept staring like that?”

It was an absurd thing to say, but Lucia had become a genius at petting the professor discreetly.

I, too, had grown accustomed to nervously glancing at the lectern, fearing I might get caught.

Since Lucia and I went to the room cafe together, this had been going on for three days straight, so in a way, it seemed only natural.

“Something doesn’t feel right…”

It was supposed to be just for one day that she allowed me to touch her, but it seemed she had extended the period at her own discretion.

I can’t forget how surprised I was when the professor touched my leg right in front of the academy.

But should I say she doesn’t know when to stop? She tries to touch me whenever she gets the chance.

“Why are you squirming and stuff when you actually enjoy it?”

Furthermore, the lecture was still in progress inside the classroom, and she was making these sounds while touching my leg.

This is s*xual harassment, you wicked woman.

If I report you, you’ll be in big trouble.

“No, it’s not… I don’t like it at all…”

It was a difficult situation where I couldn’t even say anything because it might draw attention due to the commotion caused by our actions.

Even the sound of our clothes brushing against each other seemed to annoy some of the students in front, and if I touched my leg here, I had no idea what kind of reaction would come back.

Lucia probably knows that, so she only chooses to do this when I can’t react.

She’s such a wicked person.

“Don’t make noises like that, it’s because of your reactions that I can’t help it.”

As I tightly sealed my lips, Lucia got closer and whispered in a seductive voice.

“Honestly, I think I’m getting addicted to this.”

That crazy sadist, Kim Taeyang.

What’s unjust about this part is that it’s not because I enjoy it; it’s purely a physiological response.

Think about it from a guy who has had almost no experience with women, suddenly receiving thigh massages for the past few days.

Whether you look at it logically or biologically, isn’t it a situation where you can’t help but react?

“Even if it’s like that, it’s seriously damaging my pride…”

I told her that I didn’t like it, not to do it, but now I’m in a situation where I’m trembling after just a few touches.

At this rate, I’m no different from an adult manga heroine who falls under the protagonist without any probability.

I try to endure it as much as possible, but it’s become even more sensitive because it keeps being touched…

Darn it, let’s stop. The more I make excuses, the more pathetic I feel.

“Hey, what are you two doing?”

At that moment, a woman sitting in front of us turned her gaze towards us with an uncomfortable look in her eyes.

With a short-cut hairstyle and a somewhat irritated expression, it was none other than Heidi.

“What exactly are they doing during class?”

Heidi became increasingly annoyed as she saw Lucia and me being close lately.

She seems to think that I rejected her confession and went to Lucia.

Even though I tried to distance myself, Lucia continues to follow me. What am I supposed to do? It’s not my fault!

“..Of course, judging solely by their actions, I have nothing to say.”

Nevertheless, I have only allowed some physical intimacy, so it would be unreasonable to say that my feelings have shifted..

Wait a minute. Isn’t this the kind of self-justification used by a heroine in an NT*R manga who has already fallen into temptation right before being NT*R’d?

Once again, I quietly reminded myself that my body and heart belong to me alone, and I am not someone else’s possession.

“Ah!”

I couldn’t help but feel disgusted by the slightly more delicate touch.

But it’s because the area she was touching suddenly changed from my thigh to my ear, so it’s not my fault. It has to be.

I am not someone who reacts just by being touched, like a mature-rated manga heroine!

“You…you…! What did you just do…!”

As Heidi was fixated on Lucia’s bold action just moments ago, a scene came to mind.

It was the memory of Lucia and Heidi having a small altercation during the last eNT*Rance ceremony while listening to the explanations.

Feeling a sense of familiarity and fear, Lucia smiled at Heidi and said:

“Oh my, you shouldn’t look back during class. Focus on the professor.”

In response, Heidi glared at Lucia without flinching.

“What on earth are you doing that makes your face so red? Is touching your ears not enough? And don’t tell me you’re making those moaning sounds without me knowing?”

I wish they would just look ahead without doing this. I can already feel several gazes coming this way, and it’s uncomfortable.

But my words seem to be lost on them. Lucia continues to smile like a villain and speaks.

“What kind of thoughts are you having to hear such hallucinations? It’s truly pathetic.”

And yet, she doesn’t remove the hand that rests on my leg, and at this point, I can’t even distinguish if what’s next to me is a person or a demon.

“I heard Jack telling you not to do this…!”

“It seems like the professor is looking this way, can’t you just behave?”

“Ugh..!”

In the end, Heidi was defeated without being able to properly counterattack Lucia’s advantage in that terrain.

Looking at it this way, Heidi is really pitiful. What she said was all true.

Still, while I secretly hoped Heidi would win, I let out a deep sigh. Lucia wrapped her arm around me and whispered softly in my ear.

“So, shall we spend some quality time together again?”

Well, it’ll only be fun for you, you troublesome girl.

She darted off to the restroom.

Even if she’s Lucia, she didn’t follow me all the way to the men’s restroom, apparently. I don’t know why I had to run away, but even if I said I didn’t like it, I couldn’t make her stop.

“Even if I want to speak a bit more firmly…”

She was making her eyes shine suspiciously, saying things like, “You’re still cute,” making it even harder to speak firmly.

If we were to have a serious conversation like we did at the room cafe before, it would attract a lot of attention in a place like the academy.

Lucia is the type who only does these things secretly in crowded places, so it always makes it look like I have no choice but to endure the situation.

“When I rejected her confession at the middle school academy…”

Even if there were people, it was possible to make a sharp rebuttal since there was only Heidi around, but Lucia must be the type who doesn’t fall for the same attack twice. She’s definitely not an easy opponent.

Quietly, I went towards the urinal, trying to gather my thoughts like cheese.

It’s comfortable and nice. I should quietly pass the time here and leave when the class is over.

“Hmm? Weren’t you in our class?”

Oh, I was just trying to relax, why is he suddenly talking to me?

I’ve been sticking with Lucia all the time at the academy, so I don’t really have any close friends.

Honestly, it was uncomfortable, but I put on a smiling face and turned my head toward the source of the voice.

“I heard that standing next to the person who entered the men’s restroom first is a challenge. Are you confident?”

He’s laughing, but the guy with purple hair seems slightly annoyed.

“…Huh.”

As soon as I saw his face, a sigh escaped from my lips. I tried to get close to him somehow to become friends, but here we meet.

“Nice to meet you, Raoul.”

“…You know my name?”

Why wouldn’t I? Raoul, the thousand-year-old supernatural being hiding his true identity among people, who will soon become the main character of the third episode.

“Well, I had to meet you sooner or later, anyway.”

The third day had passed since the second episode was forced to end without happening.

The second and third episodes occurred with an interval of about a fortnight.

Now, there were about 12 days left for the third episode to begin.

“Meet me? You’re kidding. Why would I?”

In other words, it was a hint that he had to meet him anyway to prepare for the third episode.

In that sense, meeting Raoul here was somewhat fortunate.

“But whether intervening in the episode will necessarily go in a good direction is still uncertain…”

In the case of the second episode, I had completely messed it up by getting involved.

As a test, I’m thinking of sticking to the original story as much as possible from this episode, or maybe the next episode.

I should find out at least once how much the episode has changed because of my interference.

“Hey, I asked you. Why did you want to meet me?”

While having such thoughts, I felt a subtle sense of wariness and hostility in his attitude as he questioned me.

As I hesitated to answer, the intense determination in his demeanor seemed to fill the restroom, as if he would pounce on the person in front of him if I made a mistake.

“This guy is insane.”

Just a moment ago, I was talking about sticking to the original, of course, but I felt like I had to say this to a guy who was radiating hostility to a person he had just met.

“Are you demented by any chance? Living for a thousand years, is that why you have no manners…”

The fact is that he is not in the Academy, but in a dementia care center.