Chapter4.
A Face and a Room Dyed Red (2)
Shiayun-san’s slender body was almost entirely visible — even the tips of her chest were barely covered by a thin strip of cloth.
Naturally, my heart started racing, and I had to turn my face away.
The room she had prepared for me was quite spacious, and the furniture looked oddly polished and shiny.
Outside the window, the sky was already beginning to pale with dawn.
“A-according to the traditions of the kingdom, the Marebito-sama is to receive the offering of a pure maiden’s body… and bestow upon her his s-seed…”
As Shiayun-san said that, I stole a glance at her face — and it was as red as her eyes, maybe even redder.
No, come on, you’re forcing yourself, right? You have to be forcing yourself.
Wait, hold up — did she just say “seed”!?
Yikes! Lucky me! Another world, best world! Erotic event, let’s go!
…Except, that’s not the kind of guy I am.
No — it’s more accurate to say, I wasn’t.
I never imagined I’d end up in a situation like this. I didn’t know I could even feel like this.
My face was probably just as red as Shiayun-san’s.
“I… I am…”
She stammered, trying to continue.
“I am twenty-one… and I have preserved my purity until now. Please… I beg you…”
She was three years older than me.
When an older woman like that gets this flustered, it’s impossible not to blush in return.
Then, the light of dawn streamed softly into the room, outlining Shiayun-san’s beautiful white skin in a warm red glow — making her even easier to see.
She didn’t have the voluptuous curves of Rika or the blue-haired princess — her chest was modest, but perfectly visible.
Her smooth stomach and belly button were almost too much to look at.
“A-anyway…”
I quickly averted my gaze, held up my hand, and forced the words out.
“C-could we… just calm down for a second?”
Shiayun-san hesitated for a moment, then either gave up or understood me.
She quietly knelt down on the bed, right near my feet, still bright red in the face.
A glossy black strip of fabric hung from her neck, covering only a little of her chest, connecting far below her navel into a skirt-like part that draped around her knees.
But calling it a “skirt” was generous — both sides were slit all the way up to her waist, leaving almost all of her thighs visible.
What is this outfit? Underwear?
Her entire body line was exposed.
Slim — but not skinny. Perfectly balanced.
So this is what they mean by slender… No, wait, that’s not the point!
—I had absolutely no idea what was going on.
Is there such a thing as an isekai summoning this unhelpful?
I still hadn’t even been told why I was summoned.
Sure, I could guess it had something to do with fighting those tiger and wolf monsters, but still…
Careful not to touch her skin, I quietly pulled back my legs, sat up straight on the bed, and faced her properly.
I really wanted her to put some clothes on, but seeing how red her face still was, I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
Suddenly, Rika’s face flashed through my mind.
It hadn’t even been thirty minutes since she turned me down.
And now this? Being approached like this right after that…
I let out a sigh, and Shiayun-san flinched in surprise.
Ah—no, no, it’s not your fault. Well… okay, it kind of is, but not really!
“I honestly have no idea what’s going on right now, so if you could maybe explain the situation a little, I’d really appreciate it…”
Even though she looked like some kind of exhibitionist you’d get arrested for meeting in Japan, I realized that Shiayun-san must have come here with a strong resolve of her own.
So I tried to speak as gently as I could.
After fidgeting nervously for a while, Shiayun-san finally raised her face and looked straight into my eyes with those crimson pupils — clearly not colored contacts anymore, but her real, natural eyes.
Her small face was like that of a model, and her well-defined features carried an air of grace.
If I passed her on the street, I’d probably stop in my tracks, completely mesmerized.
Then, Shiayun-san — still dressed in that overly revealing outfit, yet wearing a serious, almost solemn expression — took a deep breath, as if steeling herself, and opened her mouth to speak—
