The Sponsored Heroines Are Coming for Me

Chapter 188

The night air was crisp and serene.

I washed away the exhaustion of the day.

“Hoo...”

A small sigh escaped as I dried my hair.

It had been a particularly draining day, for many reasons.

Not just the Blood Witch, but the image of that dagger almost embedding itself between my brows lingered vividly in my mind.

The memory became even clearer, thanks to the Blood Witch’s ability to freeze time.

The sharp tip of the blade, stopping just before piercing my forehead, was a scene I wouldn’t easily forget.

“I really almost died today...”

Even though I managed to twist my body away, at best, I would’ve suffered a fatal wound.

Sure, I had the hidden ability of Super Regeneration, but—

“If I were to fall into a completely groggy state, who knows if it would even activate.”

It had been dangerous. Very dangerous.

Wrapping a bathrobe around myself, I sat down on the bed.

As I reached for the notebook and pen by my bedside to jot down the events of the day—

— Knock knock.

A knock came at the door.

“...Who is it?”

By now, I’d grown accustomed to various visitors, to the point where I could somewhat identify them just by their knock.

But the pattern of this knock was unfamiliar.

Refined, careful, yet strangely pleasant to hear.

I opened the door.

To my surprise, an unexpected figure stood outside.

“Master?”

At my words, my master slowly looked up at me.

We weren’t too different in height, so she only tilted her chin slightly.

Her eyes seemed unusually large and glistening today.

“...Disciple.”

She gazed at me wistfully before continuing.

“Why is my disciple here...? Am I finally hallucinating?”

Her words were like a soft mumble, as though she were dreaming.

Today, my master was undeniably different.

Usually composed and firm beneath her elegance, she now seemed relaxed and defenseless.

I etched this rare side of her into my memory before speaking.

“This is the Dessert Research Club room, Master.”

Blink, Blink.

She slowly closed and reopened her eyes before replying.

“...Ah. This isn’t my dormitory.”

“That’s correct.”

“...I thought my disciple was waiting for me in my dormitory. But that would make no sense. How foolish of me...”

Her head drooped, her mood visibly dampened.

I quickly reassured her.

“You’re not foolish, Master. These things happen. You’re always amazing.”

“...Really? Even with a master like this, my disciple doesn’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

“Then...”

Her lips moved slightly, as though she had something to say.

I had a feeling her next words would reveal her true feelings.

But instead, her lips softly closed again.

She bit her lip and silently studied my face.

Finally, she spoke in her usual tone.

“My disciple, did something happen? You look a bit shaken.”

“Well...”

“Your body seems tense too. Is it something difficult to tell your master?”

Her gaze softened as if saddened.

Of course, that wasn’t the case.

I told her everything that had happened today.

As she listened quietly, nodding occasionally, her head lowered even further.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing all of a sudden?”

“I couldn’t protect you. My disciple was in such danger...”

“No, Master. How could you have known—”

“I was just drinking, wasn’t I? What a terrible master I am.”

“Even if the roles were reversed, it would have been the same...”

But she shook her head firmly.

“Perhaps. But more than anything, right now...”

“...?”

“The feelings I should have—the ones of concern—are being overtaken by something else...”

Asilia forced herself to calm down.

‘Absolutely not.’

She reminded herself that he wasn’t even trying to seduce her.

Nor had she pretended to be drunk just to cling to him.

Even the secretly stepping on the feet of the disciple who was carefully putting her on the sofa.

It was all Asilia herself.

‘...I.’

She was really trash.

She felt like tears were about to flow.

At the pitiful sight of herself, who had grown old.

She was really lacking in controlling her instincts. She couldn’t help but be a pitiful master.

‘Yes. I’m pitiful.’

She repeated that fact.

The more she repeated it, the more her reason faded.

‘I’m at the bottom.’

She bent herself.

She bent and bent, lowering herself to the point where she could barely see the floor.

That made her feel closer to her instincts.

She was able to admit it.

That she, who was so insignificant, was lusting after her disciple.

Even this prickling guilt.

She was getting excited by using it as material.

‘... I’m really pitiful.’

That was Asilia herself.

Asilia muttered without realizing it.

“I’m sorry, Ian. My disciple.”

She felt sorry for him.

For being so pathetic.

For being so low.

“... That’s why.”

Asilia covered her lips with her disciple’s.

◆

I accepted Master’s lips that were overlapping with mine.

Her breath was hot enough to make me dizzy.

It was such a captivating breath that I, too, felt hot.

Only then did I realize.

‘... In heat.’

Master was in heat right now.

Her eyes hadn’t changed at all.

That’s why I noticed it too late.

— Churp

While I was lost in thought, I found myself unconsciously mixing my tongue with Master.

‘... No.’

I felt guilty.

Master, with her eyes closed, was passionately exploring me while feeling pain somewhere.

Now I understand why she kept saying sorry.

Master. How deeply must Asilia have agonized?

How deeply must she have felt sorry?

Even so, unable to overcome her instincts, what must have been her heart that pressed her lips against mine?

In the end, there was only one thing I could do.

To do my best to satisfy Master.

So that she could escape from the heat.

– Phew

Our lips parted for a moment to breathe.

Master apologized to me again.

“I’m sorry for being a lacking master.”

“It’s okay.”

“Then...”

Master’s hand naturally came down to my waist.

We stared at each other quietly.

I knew I shouldn’t.

But we were also clear about what each other wanted.

Slurp.

Master lifted the hem of her dress.

I grabbed her hand.

“...Why.”

Asilia sobbed.