The Villainess in the Romance Fantasy Is Strange - Chapter 91



91. Still Unchanging (1)

Day 2 of the trip, it’s lunch time.

Leah, who had been enjoying the southern tour with me, suddenly stopped walking as we walked outside where the snow had stopped.

Since we were holding hands, I wondered why and turned to the side, and she was staring at me with a strange look.

“Cain, my knees hurt so much.”

“Your knees? Oh, maybe… … .”

I was about to ask, “Are you sick from walking for so long?” but he avoided my gaze and added quietly.

“… … I guess I’ve been lying down for too long.”

“… … .”

A cough came out on its own.

That makes sense, because it was entirely my fault that Leah had to lie down for so long.

Since Leah, who has a slight masochistic streak, likes to be rough around the edges, I find myself getting turned on without even realizing it.

‘… … We both enjoyed it, so strictly speaking it’s not just because of me.’

In this situation, saying something like that would be nothing more than an excuse.

I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly and then lowered my gaze to Leah’s knees. Her white knee joints were red and swollen. It seemed like her knees had gotten chafed because of the rough morning.

Even with the help of the soft bed sheets, I should have done it moderately rather than violently. When I saw Leah’s once clean knees turn red with my own eyes, I felt incredibly guilty.

“… … .”

Let’s not get too excited next time.

I felt belated regret, but the situation had already happened and I had to clean it up. I coughed in vain and twitched the hands I was holding.

“I, I’m sorry. I had to adjust. … … I was just too excited.”

“Oh, no. I liked it… … ?”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, it was good. The problem is that I was so happy that I lost my mind… … .”

“… … Oh, I see.”

“Yeah, that’s right… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Why are you sitting on the street in broad daylight having such an awkward conversation? If someone heard you, they would probably mistake you for a pervert couple.

I wondered if I was the only one who realized that we were having a tough talk. There was a moment of silence before Leah’s cheeks turned slightly red.

Because it would be embarrassing, I pretended not to see it and then looked away and asked abruptly.

“If you’re in too much pain, should I carry you?”

“… … Everyone will be staring?”

“Since I’m going to get married anyway, it doesn’t really matter if I show it, right?”

Perhaps because I was secretly flustered, the words I had been keeping inside since last night came out of my mouth.

I paused for a moment, realizing that I had made a mistake, and Leah followed suit and paused.

But that was only for a moment, as Leah soon gave a clear, deliberate cough and retorted in a sarcastic tone.

“Yeah, right? We’re going to get married anyway, so there’s no need for us to hide it and worry about what other people think, right?”

“Yes, well… … .”

That’s not wrong, but I don’t know why the shame is only mine.

Leah glanced at my face, pushed back her hair behind her ear, and tapped my shoulder with her left hand.

“Then, Cain? … … Uh, carry me.”

“yes.”

Since it was partly my fault that Leah was complaining of knee pain, I put one knee on the ground and turned my back without saying a word.

Leah gently stroked my wide back with her palm, then let out a cute ‘… . . .’ sound as she slowly climbed on top of me.

Leah’s arms were wrapped around the nape of my neck, and I felt her soft chest pressed against my back.

I felt like I was going to make a fuss, so I quickly put my arm around Leah’s waist and held her tightly before getting up from my seat.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?”

“Huh, Cain? Aren’t I heavy?”

“Yes, light as a feather.”

“… … Huh, what are you talking about?”

It wasn’t empty words, but Leah snickers, thinking I’m just giving her a half-assed compliment.

Since she was a light girl, carrying her wasn’t that difficult, so I started walking forward with a similar stride to when I walked alone.

──Thump, thump.

One step, two steps, three steps. As I walked, counting the steps in my head, I gradually became accustomed to the feeling of carrying a person on my back.

Maybe it was because of the heavy snowfall last night, but my feet were a little slippery, but this wasn’t enough to ruin my sense of balance. I used the gait I was trained to use, never slipping, and moved forward, and Leah looked over my shoulder at my gait and pressed her cheek against mine.

“Cain, aren’t you slippery?”

“I’m okay because I learned the law.”

“Oh, really? Is there a special way to avoid slipping?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The reason why ice surfaces are slippery is not fully explained scientifically, but there are ways to avoid slipping on ice.

The easiest way is to wear ice spikes, commonly called crampons, but in my case, I don’t need those and overcome it by artificially maximizing the friction under my feet.

Let me skip explaining the principle for now because it would be long and complicated. After hearing my assertion, Leah seemed to have become interested, and she rubbed her cheek with a snort of excitement.

“There’s something like that among the two-circle magic I learned before.”

“Well, is that so?”

“Uh, it’s a method of modifying the shape of mana and attaching fine unevenness to the bottom of the shoe? But this is really amazing. If you touch the surface of the shoe with your hand, it’s flat, but if you walk forward, it’s not slippery at all. I think it’s because these are fine unevennesses that cannot be felt by human senses… .”

“… … Foot.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched Leah, who seemed to be a wizard pursuing the truth of the world, rambling on about the principles of magic with a strange curiosity.

I didn’t mean to make fun of her, I just laughed because she seemed cute explaining things so excitedly like a little kid. Leah must have misunderstood my intentions, because she put pressure on me by wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Cain, why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re cute.”

“… … .”

The pressure I had been feeling in my carotid artery disappeared. I glanced around to check the situation, and saw that Leah’s cheeks, which had been slightly flushed, had suddenly turned bright red.

“… … Eight.”

Then, suddenly, I felt Leah’s hand move down to my neck and press hard on the area near my upper chest.

It wasn’t that she was pressing hard, and it didn’t hurt because it was a girl’s hand. But as I was walking forward, she was pressing on my chest, so I couldn’t help but focus my attention there.

“What are you doing, Leah?”

“Muscle check.”

“Muscle check… … ?”

“Yeah, Cain used a lot of protein, right? They say that when men lack protein, they lose muscle mass, so I’m pressing to see if his muscles have decreased.”

What on earth is this? I thought about it for about 5 seconds, and then suddenly realized.

“……ah.”

Our Leah, you’re really going out there, because you’ve really pulled out the pace and you have nothing to hide.

In the past, you would tremble so much even during a single kiss, but now you’re throwing adult jokes at me that sound dirty when I understand them.

I was about to counter that consuming protein doesn’t cause muscle loss, but I kept my mouth shut because I was afraid that if I said something, it would make me sound like someone similar.

While I was agonizing, Leah seemed to be really excited and started openly kneading the muscles in my arms and shoulders, adding a few words as if she were a muscle masseuse.

“Cain, I think you need to work on your triceps more. Your biceps are super strong, but your triceps seem a little loose.”

“… … Ah, yes.”

“Yeah. And as for your neck and shoulders, your trapezius is way too big. Your neck is way too big compared to your shoulders. When you get home, how about doing a workout routine that focuses on your deltoid muscles?”

“… … .”

How ridiculous of you to train me in exercise.

Leah muttered as if she had gained confidence from following me and doing some hard work recently, and this time she lowered her hand and felt around her abs.

I don’t know about the arms, but the abdominal area is a bit sensitive, so when I flinched for a moment, Leah laughed quietly and clung to me.

“Huh, that’s right. Cain liked being touched here, right?”

“Would you please stop saying such noble things… …?”

Why is it so embarrassing to hear? I tried to tell Tyler nicely, but Leah didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping.

“Wow, you’re using words that even our father doesn’t use? Cain, aren’t you mentally too old?”

I don’t know about anything else, but I can’t stand being told I’m old.

I moved my arm from where it had been in Leah’s lap, placed my palm on her butt, and muttered softly.

“If you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to break you.”

“After fondling my chest like that, now you’re threatening me with your butt?”

“… … .”

For a moment, I was speechless.

Leah, who had climbed the stairs of adulthood, was a stronger opponent than I thought.

As I swallowed in embarrassment, Leah gently stroked my abs over my clothes and muttered cutely.

“… … Huh, Cain. What excuse should I give to Mom?”

“yes?”

“If my mom finds that bruise on my knee, she’s going to ask how I got it.”

“……uh.”

“No good ideas, Cain?”

“… … .”

Wow, I guess you could ask that too… … .

I had never thought about it that way. When I encountered a new type of question that I had never heard of before, my brain froze and stopped thinking.

As if to urge him to answer, Leah poked his chin with her finger, but he only opened his lips and did not say anything.

Leah’s lips lightly touched my cheek, which was moving unmanly.

“Hehe, why are you so stiff?”

Well, I’m worried about the future.

When I averted my gaze because I was at a loss for words, Leah smiled as if telling me not to worry and rubbed my cheek.

“Hey, don’t worry too much. Just say you fell and bumped into something while walking.”

“… … Is that so? Then.”

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“Yeah, but I don’t know if Mom would believe me. Women have their own intuitions, you know? When women lie to each other about men, it shows on their faces.”

“……ah.”

I don’t know if he’s trying to reassure me or make me more worried.

I forced myself to swallow the sigh that was about to escape and walked forward. Nothing would be solved if I just stood there like a totem pole on the street.

… … Fidget, fidget.

Leah keeps stroking my body as I walk, full of worries.

I tried to leave it alone as much as possible since it wouldn’t wear out if I touched it, but I couldn’t stand it anymore because I could feel it being touched so much.

“Aren’t you touching it too much?”

“Ugh, why? My man said he wanted me to touch him.”

“… … .”

“Oh, right. … … Ahem, Cain? We’re here.”

“……yes.”

“Now, how about we slowly change the way we call each other?”

“Your title… … ?”

“Yeah, Cain and I have known each other for 10 years now. We’re getting married soon, right? So instead of just calling each other by our names, I thought it might be okay to give each other nicknames.”

“Uhm, what… … .”

It doesn’t seem like a bad suggestion, but suddenly calling me by a nickname. I wonder what Leah wants to call me by.

There are times when you secretly treat me like a pet. Surely you’re not trying to call me by a nickname like ‘dog’… …?

“Have you thought about anything?”

“First of all, my husband, or husband.”

“… … .”

“Cain, which one do you think would be better to call me by?”