leonardwarren Chapter 176: Even In The Tiger's Den, If You Stay Calm... (2)
Chapter 176: Even In The Tiger's Den, If You Stay Calm... (2)
Chapter 176: Even In The Tiger's Den, If You Stay Calm... (2)
Problem.
In a gender-reversed world, if you visit the home of a somewhat close female friend and discover traces that suggest she used you for her own pleasure. What is the appropriate action for a man when caught in this situation?
Act normally as if nothing happened.
Run away.
Eat before being eaten.
Faced with this question, I chose number 1.
...I chose that, but.
“Oh dear. It seems that you’ve seen something you shouldn’t have?”
Her eyes were more slyly narrowed than usual. Her tone carried a faint sigh, and her wide smile bore an inappropriate cheerfulness for the situation.
Eve’s trademark sinister smile. The moment I saw her suspiciously suspicious expression, which seemed to encapsulate her life’s story, I realized.
The choice is not mine to make. And the fact that I willingly shoved my head into the jaws of a beast...!
Well, if you’re asking if the situation is that hopeless, it’s not quite that bad.
After all, I’m not originally from the Pan Continent but from Earth. Even if my body isn’t, my mind and values are.
I’ve pretty much adapted now...but honestly, I can’t say I’ve never thought about just shutting my eyes and going down the man-whore route?
I have no aversion to it. It’s just, if I end up being Ellie’s first, I’d feel sorry for lying to her.
I swallowed hard and steeled myself.
Perhaps noticing the change in my demeanor, Eve’s expression shifted. And then.
“At this point, there’s no other choice.”
“Whatever you do to me...huh?”
Before I could finish speaking, Eve knelt down and bowed her head. I was stunned by her perfect dogeza posture, and then her voice reached my ears belatedly.
“Shall we just pretend today never happened?”
I won’t let you tell anyone about today (X)
I’m so embarrassed I could die (O)
“Huh?”
The mental filter kicks in belatedly. After several adjustments, surprisingly, the expression that seemed like she was about to do something was actually an expression indicating Eve herself was screwed.
...Well. Even if it were me, I wouldn’t have assaulted someone just because another woman discovered evidence of my “self-love”.
If there were such a person, regardless of gender reversal or anything, they’d be an undeniable criminal to be avoided.
A sigh naturally escaped, realizing my thoughts had gone in an extreme direction due to the shock.
“Sigh.”
I seemed to have been overly agitated, perhaps because I was used as a side dish.1
Honestly, it’s quite something, but...considering what I’ve done to Eve, I can quietly close my eyes to her using me as a side dish for her imagination.
“Um, Miss Eve?”
“......”
No answer from Eve. Simultaneously, I saw the top of her head still pressed to the floor.
Though it was in my sight, I was focused on something entirely different.
The way her compressed chest spilled to the side against the floor, or the feminine curve starting from her neck, passing her back and waist, and leading to her hips.
Perhaps because the tension had eased. I realized that Eve was in quite a position right now.
“Is it really okay for a Queen to just lie down like this?”
“If it hadn’t been noticed at all, it would be different, but since it’s already been revealed to Sir Jonah like this, it’s too late to quietly move on. In that case, it’s less shameful to hope it doesn’t get discovered by others... Also, I hope you hold off on reporting it.”
It’s the result of a rational decision, so it’s natural to follow it, and there’s no room for preference (X)
Please spare me (O)
A quick and bold decision befitting a queen who once led a race...or something like that, I’m not sure. Eve’s voice was just full of earnest sincerity.
Then she quietly got up and started crawling into the room.
Eve seems to be knocking on a new door, crushed under a small boy.
Now that I see it, I’m not that different. The thought of overwhelming a former Queen began to stir a peculiar sense of guilty pleasure.
Well. By the standards of the Pan Continent, neither I nor Eve have normal tastes.
While I was secretly enjoying Eve’s increasingly rough breathing, she arrived in front of the various cups and forks lined up.
“Here, uh...”
“These are the things I used whenever I visited Eden. It seems like they’ve been washed, but why are they gathered here?”
“Actually, I use them a little before washing them, and only after cleaning do I display them like this.”
“U-use?”
Even with me on her back, she keeps her eyes narrow. Perhaps that’s why the word ‘use’ feels particularly suggestive.
“It seems like you used them for some dark magic.”
“...If I had to say, wouldn’t it be water magic?”
As I turned my gaze, I saw a puddle. To have this much water in a place with no water.
As I was nodding, Eve continued her explanation.
“Anyway, if there are new goods, I use them to set the mood, and if not, I just reminisce about the day Sir Jonah came.”
You’re just a tool to me (X)
Will he not make new goods today? (O)
“Mood?”
“Yes. Aren’t these things all about the mood?”
“Uh, well. Right?”
Although the sexual desires of men and women were reversed, only the desires changed, not erogenous zones or sexual preferences.
In other words, there are still quite a few women who value mood or prefer men who take the initiative.
Of course, as I said initially, since women’s sexual desire is much stronger, it ultimately ends with the woman taking the lead when the man tires out.
This is a story I heard from the guys working at Ellie’s shop, so it’s probably true.
Eve, nodding to herself, crawled over to the doll.
“This is...”
“It’s a doll of me.”
“......”
Even Eve thought this was a bit too much, so she kept her mouth shut for a while. As if urging her, I patted her back, and she finally spoke again.
“This is what I use the most...”
“How do you use it?”
Pushing without giving her a break, she eventually stammered a response.
“Uh. I rub against its face....”
“Oh. Then what about this puddle?”
“When I remove the doll at the end, it splashes over there....”
Eve, unable to finish her sentences properly from the start. Splashing, really? Could it be?
After choosing my words for a while, I smiled brightly and spoke.
“You have strong water pressure!”
“...Kyaaa!!”
In the end, unable to endure the shame, Eve curled up like a pill bug.
TL/N: ‘Side dish’ here refers to visual/mental aids and or tools, such as how Koreans need side dishes to eat with their rice, certain people need certain aids to...**cough** carry out some *self-loving* ️