dmims Chapter 194: Contest (3)
Chapter 194: Contest (3)
“... Hmm.”
- Creak...
“Uh...?”
Now accustomed to the heavy feeling of my eyelids, I opened my eyes... only to see the unexpectedly familiar ceiling above me which only served to confuse me.
“Where is this...”
Of course, my mind was still pretty dizzy, so I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where I was.
“... Ah.”
Rushing after that elusive feeling for some time, my mind blanked as a flood of memories soon rushed into my head.
... So I was devoured after all.
I clearly remember the moment Charlotte Holmes burst into the bathroom while I was about to bathe.
But after that, my memory became somewhat hazy.
... No, not hazy, but rather fragmented.
It’s not that I didn’t remember anything at all.
Fragments of memories popped up in my head, reminding me of the scenes of a crazy, sweaty Charlotte fucking me like a bitch in heat.
“Ugh...”
Recalling those terrifying memories, I started to feel a pain in my lower abdomen.
What would happen if, after already having pounced on me once, Professor and Charlotte lost all restraint and kept attacking me on the daily?
Maybe my lower half would just end up being pulverized?
... Still, at least I took some precautions.
Despite feeling a chill run down my spine already, I took solace in knowing I had taken some precautions beforehand.
Although the Professor brutally broke through my magic, given the difference between our species, it would likely be difficult for her to conceive any children.
And Charlotte, intelligent as she may be, was still lacking in sexual knowledge. So, I was more or less sure she hadn’t noticed the birth control magic I precast.
But this was not the time to be complacent.
Before they seized the next opportunity, I had to urgently advance my plans.
Yes, to do that, first...
- Creak...
As I was contemplating my next steps, the door suddenly opened, and I immediately shifted my gaze toward it.
“Ah.”
Instantaneously, I realised where I currently am.
“... Have you finally awakened?”
Gia Lestrade, wearing an apron, was looking at me with a cold expression.
I’m screwed.
Suddenly, the unbearable punishments inflicted by her for breaching the contract a few days ago began to surface in my mind.
WhatshouldIdowhatshouldIdowhatshouldIdo...
The feeling as if every muscle in my body was screaming, a sensation I had only experienced during my military days.
I did not want to get holed into Lestrade’s yard all day long, undergoing the dreadful physical exercises that made me want to kill myself.
“Um, excuse me...”
In a moment of desperation, I scratched my hand before muttering,
“Who are you?”
“Yes?”
I belatedly recalled that the reason the women, who had gathered to take down Professor Moriarty, had agreed to a truce last time was because of his feigned memory loss and blurted those words out.
“M-M-My... memory is not very clear right now...”
“I-I’m sorry...”
If Lestrade still believed that lie of mine, perhaps I wouldn’t be punished for breaching the contract until she realised that my amnesia was an act.
- Swoosh...
“... Hic.”
However, contrary to my hopes, Lestrade silently knelt on the bed and suddenly leaned towards me.
“I-I’m very sorry...!”
Thinking I had already been caught, I closed my eyes tightly and planned to beg as hard as possible till my limbs would wear out.
- Squeeze...
“..... Huh.”
Instead of the expected punching, a warm feeling enveloped my body which made me open my eyes in confusion.
“Um...?”
Silently holding me in her arms, Lestrade began running circles on my back.
“Even in such a state... they did such a horrible thing... Unbelievable...”
Looking at me for a moment, I could see thick killing intent flashing in her eyes as she gnashed her teeth and muttered.
- Grind...
“Uh, um.”
“Why, why all this...”
“Why you ask.”
Seeing her hands full of cuts and blisters, Adler asked with a slight tremble in his voice. Still avoiding his gaze, Lestrade responded in a barely audible voice.
“... Because I love you.”
“We are married, aren’t we? This is normal.”
At this, Adler, now at a loss for words, started sweating nervously.
“Oh, and... there’s something you need to know.”
“... Wha-What is it?”
As she cautiously placed the meal in front of Adler and hesitantly leaned next to him, she opened her mouth.
“For the time being... please avoid going out.”
“Pardon?”
“The outside is dangerous.”
At her words, Adler tilted his head in confusion, while Lestrade cautiously placed her hand on his knee after gauging his reaction.
“There’s a contagious disease spreading outside. It’s best not to go out unnecessarily, as it could worsen your condition.”
“Uh... but it seems like there are many people moving about.”
- Swoosh...
As Adler looked out the window saying so, she drew the curtains with such speed that he almost thought that the people outside had been an illusion all along.
“The outside is dangerous.”
“... Um.”
“Therefore, as your dutiful and loving wife, I will protect you.”
She looked at Adler with a slightly chilly expression and whispered those words.
- Brrrrr...
“.... Are you feeling ill?”
A shiver ran through Adler, showing no signs of leaving.
“Oh, yes... You did have a high fever a few days ago and lost consciousness, didn’t you?”
“Probably because of that, your memory is like that.”
Lestrade, who had been checking his forehead, momentarily averted her gaze from Adler’s and started to mutter.
“I-Is that really true...”
“Yes, but don’t worry. I’ll be by your side.”
“H-How long...?”
“How long, you ask? Naturally, until your memory returns.”
Upon this declaration, Adler, trying to keep his composure, asked in a small voice.
“What if... it never comes back?”
Lestrade, looking pensively at Adler, soon smiled gently and replied.
“... We’ll just have to create new ones, together.”
“Now, say aah. I’ll feed you myself.”
Trying to smile at her, Adler then looked at the floating message in the air with a pitiful expression and opened his mouth.
Warning!
– Probability of being Tamed — 100%
Oops, that was a mistake.
Warning!
– Probability of ??? — 100%
“Ah...”
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“... Haa.”
Meanwhile, at that time, at 221B Baker Street,
“Crossing the line...”
Sitting comfortably in her armchair, her stomach covered with a blanket, Charlotte was listening to classical music in one ear, said to be good for prenatal care, while eavesdropping on Adler with the other.
“What the hell is this, fuc...”
As she attempted to rise from her seat, the mana inside her body stirred, making her pause momentarily.
“... Ahem.”
Eventually, she quickly subdued the potent mana, gently stroking her stomach with affection before preparing to go outside.
“... Fucking bitch.”
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