I Became the Wrong Race

229 – Duel (6)

When Melody opened her eyes, she felt no pain.

However, her memory was full of holes, and she couldn’t figure out why she was lying neatly in this bedroom.

‘Bedroom… Right?’

She traced her last memory of her. In her last memory she collapsed, unable to withstand a series of love affairs.

Even as she collapsed, her pleasure did not subside. One guess is that Llewellyn would have continued to use the melody even while she was unconscious.

It didn’t feel bad. I feel isolated for no reason. Melody shrugged her shoulders and focused on the deep warmth she felt next to her.

I thought it was Llewelyn. She tried to embrace her lover’s arms

“… “Okay.”

She winced at the strong pain she felt in her lower back and froze. Even though I can’t see it anyway, it’s a powerful pain that makes me open my eyes.

Moreover, the more I become aware of it, the more the pain spreads. It goes up the waist, passes through the lumbar spine, fills the hips, and reaches the groin. Melody swallowed a sigh without realizing it and gritted her teeth.

Bitter. Sick. It’s throbbing as if it’s sprained and it hurts a lot if you apply force.

But she can’t help but give strength. It was sore as if my groin had been torn apart.

Melody’s brain was weak in the morning, so she couldn’t remember the self-evident fact that the affected area was not to be touched.

She put her hand to her crotch and had to swallow a scream.

Sick. That’s terrible too. The bitter pain swept through the drum, as if it had been ground with a grater.

Of course, that’s not really the case, and it won’t even reach that level of pain.

Melody’s eyes rolled around her, filled with tears.

‘Is there blood? I think I’m flying. Ugh, bitter. It hurts.’

Sighing, swallowing back tears without realizing it, Melody knew that in order to relieve her pain, she should not be touched any more.

Calmly holding her legs so as not to strain her crotch, Melody buried her head in her forearms.

She hoped that Llewelyn would comfort her like a lover and ask her if she was okay and stop making a fuss. Anyway, last night she was giving me affection that bordered on madness.

It can’t be like that. But she was sure.

Quiet. More than that, she doesn’t move at all. Melody touched her forearm with her slowly extended hand.

It was thin. It wasn’t Llewelyn’s thick, muscular forearms. Melody’s pupils fluttered violently beneath her eyelids.

So who is this? Melody slowly moved her hand to draw an outline of the thin forearm that anyone could tell was a woman by touching it.

Move inward from the forearm. I could feel my armpits, but there was no hair. I don’t know if that’s all, but it only reached the armpits and it already had a huge presence.

What is commonly called side chest. The softness to the touch is considerable. It is a softness that would be impossible if it were not supported by that much mass.

It would be better to say that it is tolerance and motherhood. Melody touched her chest in anticipation.

A heart that is too full to fill your hands. The enormity that was incomparable to the meagerness of her melody was filled with a familiar feeling.

It moves downward along the chest. Last night, while I was sleeping, the sweat accumulated on my lower chest, and as I passed through the lower chest and reached my waist, I could grasp the voluptuous waist, which was thin in its own way but not skinny.

There is no belly fat, but it is attractively voluptuous. Melody stopped her hands only when she reached the lower body, beyond the wet skin.

Then there was no need to check anything else. When Melody withdrew her hand, she had hair at her fingertips.

Long, thin, well-textured hair. It’s straight hair. It’s probably black.

‘Sister.’

Lucilla. She is a prodigal woman who falls in love with her real brother called Llewelyn and is rolling around in bed.

Melody’s invisible eyes were clouded with momentary negative emotions, but no one noticed.

Melody herself didn’t know anyway. She tried to withdraw her hand.

“Yes…”

As Lucilla was pulled in while talking in her sleep, she was lightly dragged and thrown into his arms.

Voluptuous The feel of her breasts her against my cheek her her her her is enchanting. Melody stayed still, feeling the weight of her chest, burying her face, and Lucilla took a deep breath while hugging Melody.

‘… What about Llewelyn?’

She closed her eyes for a moment in his arms and then woke up. When she woke up again, her posture had not changed much, and Melody was still in Lucilla’s arms.

A warm embrace that makes you feel like motherhood. Melody softened her expression and rubbed her cheek against Lucilla’s chest, ignoring the bad feelings she had felt a moment ago.

She felt like making a fool of herself. It would have been better if she had been Llewelyn, but since they are her siblings, they are almost identical.

Melody quickly gave up.

Suddenly she started by the door swinging open.

“Uh.”

A familiar voice.

Melody desperately tried to pretend to sleep, but even if she did, she couldn’t fool Llewelyn, who had 24 Dexterity points.

“Are you awake?”

“… Yes.”

Melody quickly gave up and sighed.

*

“Last night… “I went a bit too far, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“But it was still good, right?”

“No.”

“… Oh, really? “I worked hard.”

Melody couldn’t walk.

It may not be a permanent injury, but at least I can’t walk now.

I couldn’t even carry him on my back. My crotch is sore, and my waist is sore that it’s hard to even move.

The only methods that were available were what Llewelyn called’princess carrying’or the fireman’s’manual carrying’that a friend of hers once showed her that she had learned from her her father her her her.

When she asked for her opinion, she was told that Melody would definitely not do it, so Llewelyn had no choice.

Llewelyn walked with her melody in her arms. She couldn’t see the melody anyway, but it felt good to see her doing this for no reason.

“It was actually good. “It was so rough that I cried, but I’m sure he’ll be gentle next time.”

“… “I will try my best.”

She looks the most confident out of all Llewelyn I’ve ever seen. Melody decided that she thought she was attractive.

‘I never thought it would be solved this easily.’

She said earlier that she was in pain when she dressed her, so she took care of her, and Melody laughed, saying that if it had been this easy, she would have attacked her sooner.

She fell silent, coming to the conclusion that she probably wouldn’t have the courage to do it anyway.

As the melody quieted down, all I could hear was the sound of stepping on grass.

It wasn’t a bad idea for her to take a walk in the silence. Melody hummed her song without realizing it, and the magic contained in her hum quietly spread and accelerated her Llewelyn’s steps.

This wasn’t so bad, she thought, asking her to go for a walk together sometimes.

“You know. Melody.”

Llewelyn suddenly opened her mouth.

“Yes?”

“It’s a bit unexpected, but I want to ask you something.”

There was a rare hint of perplexity in his voice

“Great. If it’s within my knowledge…”

“Well, should I say knowledge? Anyway, it’s true that I need advice.”

It is an ambiguous word that is uncharacteristic of Llewelyn. Melody tilted her head in confusion, and when she felt Llewelyn’s gaze at her, she smiled involuntarily.

It was predictable. You said that yesterday, but what will you do when you have a child?

Maybe she wants to ask that. That’s what she thought, and she said it first.

“I’m OK. “I don’t think she’ll be able to find a husband as good as Llewelyn, and she’s been thinking about marrying her first man for a long time.”

So, hasn’t she chosen her men carefully? My feelings are important, but even more than that, ‘investment value’ is important.

I was fortunate to catch the man who may be the most important person in the world. It seemed like giving birth to a man like that would create the happy family she had dreamed of in her distant past.

“What will I do with her sister or Isla’s children, and what will be my place with them… “There are also many other inheritance issues. Fortunately, the pantheon has the most capable treasurer in the world. As long as I do it well somehow, it will be fine.”

She bobbed her legs and laughed. If you’re worried.

“Ugh, I’m a little worried about giving birth. I didn’t pay attention to it yesterday because I was being held, but since I’m smaller than Llewelyn… “I’m worried that I won’t be able to give birth well.”

But considering that her mother gave birth to Melody, it seemed okay. She said Melody was so she tried not to worry too much.

It happened anyway, and I could have gotten pregnant just last night.

The future is coming, so all that’s left is to wait. As she wiggled her hands around Llewelyn’s neck, she noticed that her Llewelyn was too quiet.

“So, when are you going to hold the ceremony? Do you think you need to grow up a bit because you and Isla have to be together? If the ceremony is large, preparation takes a long time…”

“That is an important issue, but there are other important issues.”

Quite assertive yet serious tone of voice. Melody tilted her head as she wrapped her arms around Llewelyn’s neck.

I could feel Llewelyn’s hesitation. He hesitated greatly, and she seemed to be wondering whether it would be a good idea to say this.

What on earth is that? Are you trying to say that we can’t accept the melody now?

Just thinking about her brought tears to my eyes, but Llewelyn knew she wasn’t that kind of person.

If she was that much of a person like Karl, she wouldn’t have accepted it at all. Melody looked up at Llewelyn, barely able to hold back the emotions that were about to run wild.

Even though her eyes were closed, Llewelyn could see that Melody was waiting.

“They say the world is coming to an end.”

“… Yes?”

Such a random statement. In response to Melody’s retort her her much later, Llewelyn smiled bitterly.

After a bitter smile comes a sigh, and through a sigh comes a sigh. Melody knew that Llewelyn would never tell such a dull joke, but she was just now sure that it wasn’t her joke.

So, is that real?

Melody, who had frozen, felt her body descending. She felt like Llewelyn sat her melody down on her proper stump.

I’m not leaving it behind. Llewelyn was holding Melody’s hand in hers, as if she felt a momentary but unfounded sense of disbelief.

Hands trembling slightly. As for the melody, it was a trembling reminder of last night.

If I think about it, last night was too much.

When she and Isla had a glimpse of Melody, she felt like she was wondering if this was normal intercourse.

However, due to such violent actions, my reason quickly became clouded, so I was unable to do anything else.

She knew there was a feeling of something getting stuck.

Melody thought about it relatedly. Llewelyn was clearly anxious.

But, why?

How can the world be destroyed?

Even before the empire, when the empire had no roots, countless disasters did not bring humanity to its knees, so is there a reason to say this so definitively?

As Melody waited for her Llewellyn to speak, Llewelyn massaged Melody’s hand and then she spoke with a sigh.

“If you want to stop it, let’s take a look.”

“… Who?”

A being that can prevent, or has the information to prevent, the world from being destroyed. Melody was already thinking of someone, and Llewelyn smiled sheepishly as if she had read her thoughts.

“Empress.”

Even though I had already heard about it, it was an unfamiliar entity.

One of the three heads of the three clans, and a transcendent strongman who is believed to have lured Llewelyn into the trap of being the god of the night.

“And that too, just the two of us.”

Such a being wanted to treat Llewelyn alone.