Chapter 70 The Bed
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A faint sting of frustration pricked at him. Even after reincarnation, with no trace of his former life remaining, Marina moved with a poise so perfect it could have belonged to her past self. Had she somehow returned to her old world, she might have passed for the same poised student-council president without effort.
By contrast, Yuuri knew he could never fit so easily anywhere—not among students, not among workers. Even the labyrinth-guide trade that now fed him had taken years to master. Next to her, Marina felt impossibly distant.
Could someone like him really stand beside the princess he revered? The bond between servant and master tied their souls together, yet that tether reached only the flesh and spirit—it could not bind the heart. A chill fear whispered that someday she would see through him and be disappointed.
”Are you afraid?”
His pulse jumped. Lost in self-reproach, he had not noticed her watching. Bathed in sunset, the golden light crowned her hair and eyes like a halo of judgment.
”That face—I’ve seen it before,” she said softly. “Whenever things go too smoothly, everyone ends up looking at me like that.”
”I— I’m not—!” he blurted, voice cracking.
Was he really afraid of her—his own master? He had reshaped his body to obey her every word; if his heart faltered now, she would have every right to deem him unworthy.
”I’m not scared!” he shouted. “Maybe I’m clumsy, maybe everything I do seems slow to you—but I swore to live for all of you! Even if I have to crawl, I’ll—”
”I know,” she interrupted gently.
The royal authority in her gaze softened; the blinding gold of her eyes warmed like sunlight breaking through cloud. Only then did he realize she had drawn out this confession on purpose.
”You tricked me!” he groaned. “If you ever hated me, I couldn’t survive that—and you go testing me like this?”
She smiled faintly. “I couldn’t live if you hated me either, Yuuri. So please… don’t push me away.”
Her calm reply stole the air from his lungs. Marina never fussed over anyone without reason; she understood human differences better than anyone. Yet by placing her on a pedestal, he had made true closeness impossible.
She’s someone beyond my reach, he thought bitterly—and the thought alone would wound a girl as kind as her.
”…Sorry,” he murmured.
”Don’t apologize,” she said. “Relax. I value you too, Yuuri—the skill that guides us through the labyrinth, and the will that keeps chasing your goal even while surrounded by girls bound by that cheat of a skill.”
Her praise from that radiant princess sent warmth through his chest. As he vowed never to betray that trust, Marina glided closer, her white dress whispering, and suddenly looped her arms around his neck.
”And,” she whispered at his ear, “I happen to like that hard, pleasant cock of yours too.”
”H-hey!”
Her breath brushed his skin; his body answered before thought. They had been speaking of loyalty, yet she had turned it into playful indecency. He reached out to catch her, but she danced away, laughing.
”I chose to be your servant, Yuuri,” she said, winking like the first day they met. “So give your orders without hesitation—I want to stay by your side.”
That open, fearless grin made his chest ache. To earn the trust of such a brilliant woman was almost too much. And yet, being comforted by the one whose affection he had doubted left him wondering who truly commanded whom.
”My, such a troublesome husband,” she teased. “Still… that’s exactly what I adore about you.”
Cheerful again, Marina turned on her heel and crossed the room. He wiped the moisture from his eyes and followed quickly as she slipped through a smaller adjoining door.
”This place… it feels oddly lived-in,” he said.
”Student-council privilege,” she replied, laughing. “We officers deal with enough stress. This is our break room.”
Gone was the sterile office air; the room beyond was a cozy living space complete with sink, refrigerator, kettle, even a cupboard of dishes.
”You can actually cook here! How did you get this approved?”
”Simple,” she said with a mischievous tilt of her chin. “In a private academy, enough donations can smooth anything over.”
He gave her a look, but she ignored it with practiced grace and approached the sofa. With a motion, the seat slid forward, the back folding flat into a small bed.
”Isn’t that pushing school regulations a bit?” he protested. “Did you bribe them for this too?”
”No,” she answered quietly. “Even before my illness grew worse, I sometimes collapsed without warning. They granted a special exception.”
Lying down, she brushed her fingers over the bedding as if tracing distant memories. He could only stand and watch her, unable to intrude upon that reverie. When she patted the empty space beside her, he obeyed and lay down too.
”For such a strict school, it’s impressive they let a sickly girl become president,” he said.
She chuckled. “I was that good. Looking frail wasn’t enough to stop me.”
He reached to stroke her cheek, soft and serene. He had sensed her brilliance from the start; learning she was royalty only confirmed what he already knew. Once, she would have been a flower far above his reach. But now, even her most impossible words no longer frightened him.
”You must have had help,” he murmured. “People who cared for you.”
”Yes,” she whispered. “They were all as capable as I was. Duties went smoothly, and whenever I fell ill, they’d lay me right here to rest.”
The picture she painted was warm and gentle beyond words.
Even the strongest president, when she revealed her frailty, must have seemed more human—more lovable—to those who served her. A small pang tugged at Yuuri’s chest. He almost wished he’d been there to witness that side of her. The thought stirred an entirely different kind of jealousy—directed at the classmates who had once tended to the woman who was now his bride.
”Especially the vice president,” Marina said with an easy smile. “Whenever I looked unwell, she’d lie beside me, just like you are now—”
”W–what!? Wait, what!?”
She said it so casually, yet the words hit him like a slap. He shot upright, staring down at the bride still sprawled on the bed. For a heartbeat they only looked at each other—he bewildered, she blinking up in surprise. Then Marina burst into peals of laughter that filled the room.
”Ahaha! Yuuri, no! You’ve got it wrong!” she gasped between laughs. “It was an all-girls school, remember? The vice president was a girl too!”
”Ah… oh.” His face burned. Foolish male jealousy—how easily it made him ridiculous. Yet beneath the embarrassment was relief: no man from her past had ever taken advantage of her weakness.
Marina’s teasing grin only deepened his fluster. But that, too, was part of their rhythm now—the right of lovers who could mock and forgive in the same breath.
”Don’t laugh!” he protested, half-growling. “Do you even know how relieved I was—”
She let out a throaty giggle. “Ahn♡ You always end up groping my breasts when you say that♡”
He leaned over her with a wicked grin, hands finding the curves beneath the silk. Her body arched under his touch, soft and yielding. The white-clad princess gasped and trembled, offering no resistance even as he bent to claim her lips—until a gloved finger pressed firmly against his mouth.
”Mm-mm,” she whispered playfully. “Not here, Yuuri♡ You can have me like this only at the very end. For now, Ashley isn’t here to purify us, remember? So… let’s enjoy ourselves with that in mind♡”
He groaned in defeat. “Fine. Still, if we can’t use the bed, what about clothes? Do they sell anything nearby?”
At the moment, only Ashley could bestow the Purification spell. He knew he should grant it to all his servants through the Familial Workshop, but unity mattered more than efficiency. Every bond between them depended on mutual respect, and taking away one’s role could shatter that balance. Besides, a little inconvenience might add to the thrill of their stolen moment alone.
”There should be spare tracksuits for teachers in the school store,” Marina said. “You can wear one. As for me—this room exists for my recovery, remember? Of course, I have a change of clothes here.”
She entwined her fingers with his before rising, then reluctantly let go. Crossing the room, she opened a closet built neatly into the wall.
”Oh, it’s recreated perfectly,” she murmured. “As expected of Lady Shelm’s divine craftsmanship.”
Yuuri shook his head. “This looks like a private bedroom, not a student-council room. Did you actually share this space with your friends?”
He couldn’t help but doubt the propriety of a prestigious school that allowed such indulgence. Marina ignored his muttering, already sorting through hangers until she turned, smiling.
”How about this, Yuuri? This was my uniform in that life.”
”I—I think it’ll look amazing…”
In her hands were two hangers: one holding a deep crimson blazer, its cut elegant and expensive; the other, a checkered skirt that balanced formality with charm. It wasn’t some costume from their workshop—it was a perfect recreation, divine magic having rebuilt every thread.
He bit back a sound of admiration, barely managing not to lean forward like a boy before a forbidden treasure.
Marina caught the hungry flicker in his eyes and giggled. “Thank you. But really, that lewd stare of yours says more than words ever could♡”
Holding the uniform high, she tilted her head coyly, gazing up at him through her lashes. The invitation in her smile made his blood run hot, but he stayed still, unwilling to hide his desire any longer. When he didn’t move, she puffed her cheeks and looked away in mock annoyance.
”…Since it’s my old school, I suppose I’ll change into this,” she said at last.
”Right. I’ll wait outside. Call me when you’re done.”
Remaining in his tuxedo much longer wasn’t ideal anyway. He would fetch his own clothes after she changed. But as he turned toward the door, Marina tossed the uniform onto the bed and strode to him in silence. With a graceful turn, she lifted her hair, baring the pale nape of her neck and the open back of her gown.
”Not ‘got it,’ Yuuri,” she said sweetly. “You don’t get it at all. I can’t undress alone—help me.”
”S-sorry. If I unfasten the clasp at your neck, will that do?”
Her wedding gown fastened tightly behind the neck. Once that was undone, the rest would fall away easily. But before he could step back, her fingers caught his sleeve, holding him fast.
”What are you saying?” she murmured. “This is where you give the order—’Change in front of me.’ Isn’t it?”
”Eh—wha!?”
He froze. Moments ago, he’d sworn to keep the bed clean, to suppress his lust. But now her golden eyes glimmered with mischief, and he understood the loophole—if not on the bed, then anywhere else was fair game.
Her gaze dragged across him, bright and predatory, and the quiet hunger inside him flared back to life.
”F-fine,” he stammered, voice thick. “Change… in front of me. Show me everything—every inch of you.”
She smiled, slow and molten. “Mm-hm. As you wish, my love♡”
Her earlier pout melted into pure delight. Whether her feigned irritation had been a ploy or instinct, it hardly mattered. As Yuuri’s words hung between them, the golden-haired princess glowed with a warmth that had nothing to do with magic—only the fever of two hearts finally aligned.
Notes:
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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