Chapter 489 It’s a Crime to Leave a Feast Untouched… ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
My first time visiting the apartment of my dear Satsuki. In this room where she had lived alone since being appointed a Court Mage¹, I pushed her down onto the bed and locked our tongues together.
”Mmh… nnn… ♡♡♡”
Satsuki, who had been muttering the usual token protests, let out sweet, ragged gasps as she tangled her fingers through the hair at the back of my head. Being met with a reaction like that, I couldn’t help but lose control.
Wet squelch, mwah, slurp, schloop… ♡♡♡♡
I pressed my lips hard against hers, pouring my saliva into her mouth. I nipped at her tongue as it pushed against mine, demanding more, our saliva mingling as we explored each other. Drool leaked from the corners of our mouths, and I hurriedly sealed our lips again to catch it all. We squirmed and shifted, moving from the edge of the mattress toward the center of the bed. Even as we fumbled, I couldn’t bear to let our lips or tongues part for even a second.
”Ngh, nnn, mnh, slurp, smack, chu… ♡♡♡♡”
The heat between us intensified by the second. As I knelt between her thighs, her legs immediately hooked around my waist. Driven by a maddening urge, I gripped her shoulders and buried myself in the kiss. (I’m actually running out of air here…)
”Phew…”
”Nn… that was a bit rough, wasn’t it… ♡? You were so gentle when you first pushed me down… ♡”
”It just felt new, somehow. I felt like I was pinning down the Satsuki from before we met-or the side of you I don’t usually get to see. I couldn’t stop myself.”
”Hmm… ♡?”
Satsuki spoke with a tone that suggested she both understood and didn’t, but she seemed far too busy showering my cheeks, ears, and neck with kisses to care much either way. Not to be outdone, I sucked on the skin of her neck, leaving a mark. She pretended to be annoyed, huffing about me doing whatever I wanted again, but the hearts practically floating in her voice gave her away. She wasn’t just tolerating it; she was loving it. Then again, she probably wasn’t trying that hard to hide it.
”Is this a possessiveness thing… ♡?”
”Yeah, maybe it is.”
”Hmm… ♡♡♡”
I sat up to hurry and get my clothes off, and she followed, staying pressed against me as we rose together. Her latest “hmm” sounded like a “well, okay then.” She looked vaguely happy about the whole thing. It was a little awkward having her hit the nail right on the head, but if she was happy, I was happy. Still, I felt like I’d lost a point in our little exchange, which irritated me. (If that’s how it is, I’m stripping her naked before I take off a single stitch of my own.) But just as I reached for her, she hesitated.
”…If that’s how it is, I actually have my uniform, but… do you want me to wear it?”
”What?”
”If you don’t want to, forget it…”
”No, no, no! You have a uniform?!”
”Well, I mean, technically…?”
A uniform. For what? And she’s willing to wear it? Seriously?! (My fellow men of culture would understand-my brain is currently spinning faster than it ever has since I arrived in this world. Faster than it has since I was born!) I steadied my breathing and tried to sound like a normal human being. “By the way… what kind of uniform?”
”…The Academy² uniform, obviously.”
(Wait! Stay! Down, my perverted heart! Quiet, my youth that I thought I’d never get a taste of again!)
”H-huh… The Academy actually has uniforms?”
”Well, sort of. Our country’s Academy has no age limit, so it’s technically restricted to students who attend before reaching adulthood, like I did.”
”I see. But I’ve never seen anything like that around town.”
”Well, obviously. It would be embarrassing and dangerous to walk around advertising that you’re an ‘inexperienced mage.’ It’s strictly for use inside the Academy grounds.”
”That makes sense.”
”But you know, they’re actually quite cute, and I hear they’re popular in… certain circles. It seems you’re no exception, are you?”
She gave me her usual deadpan stare, but I was way past caring about that. I couldn’t pass judgment until I saw the design.
”B-by the way, what’s it look like?”
”Wait a moment.”
She climbed off the bed and went to rummage through her closet. After some rustling, she pulled it out. (That is so much of a uniform!)
”I told you it was a uniform, didn’t I?”
It was indeed a uniform. It was different from the typical sailor-style outfits or blazers from my old world-the skirt was long, reaching her ankles, and the top featured a cape. However, the shirt, the ribbon at the collar, and the fabric screamed “school girl.” It didn’t feel out of place at all to call it a Magic Academy Uniform. In my mind, I was doing a massive victory pose.
”Well? Is it cute?”
”It’s insanely cute!”
She held the uniform up against her body with a hint of pride. She laughed at my high-energy reply, wondering why I was so worked up, but how could I not be?
”Will you wear it for me?”
”I mean, if you’re telling me to wear it…?”
”Please wear it!!!”
”O-okay, fine. Then look the other way.”
”Yes, ma’am!!!”
I barked my reply and did a quick 180-degree turn. I sat in a formal position, straightening my back like a disciplined monk. She let out another exasperated sigh, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being shed. In the silence, I caught some ominous murmurs-things like, “Oh, wait?” and “It’s tight… no, it still fits…!” Finally, a small, weak voice called out to me.
”…I put it on. More or less.”
”Yes!”
”This is actually quite embarrassing… D-don’t you dare laugh, okay?”
”I would never!”
”What is with these energetic replies? You’re scaring me.”
”Don’t worry about it!”
”Haa… Fine, then. You can… turn around…”
I slowly rotated my body, squinting my eyes and holding my breath. When I finally opened them, I froze. “Ohhh…!”
”What kind of reaction is that…?”
There stood Satsuki, fidgeting in her uniform and twirling the ends of her beautiful black hair around her finger. (Sure, if you were being a jerk, you could argue it’s a bit of a stretch for her age, but does it suit her? It suits her perfectly! It’s legendary!)
”I’ve never been more moved in my life.”
”Oh, really? Then I guess it was worth it,” Satsuki said, her face turning bright red as she looked away. I climbed off the bed and slowly approached her.
”It looks great on you.”
”Even if you tell me a ‘novice’ uniform suits me, it doesn’t feel like a compliment…”
”I’m saying you look beautiful.”
”…Well, fine.”
”Actually, why did you even keep this? You started living here after you graduated, right?”
”That’s… well… my senior, Marsetta, told me: ‘Take it with you, it will definitely come in handy someday’…”
”And she was right, wasn’t she?”
”I guess so.”
Apparently, uniforms serve the same ‘special purpose’ in this world too. I wanted to voice a dozen quips about the implications of that, but for now, I had the Satsuki in front of me to deal with. I drank her in from head to toe as she blushed all the way to her ears. Whoever designed this thing had legendary taste. (I recall Satsuki attended the Academy in her early teens… there was probably a time when a younger, more innocent version of her twirled around in joy after receiving her first uniform.)
”I’m starting to get really interested in the Academy’s education system.”
”Don’t say such stupid things. That’s literally a crime.”
”No, I mean with pure intentions, you know?”
(Yes, I have no wicked thoughts whatsoever. Because I have Satsuki right here. But that aside, as a Special Advisor, I feel it is my duty to engage in educational oversight. I must inform Her Majesty the Queen immediately! We need more uniforms!)
”…Could you stop pinching my cheeks?”
”Dummy.”
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Summary:
The protagonist visits Satsuki’s apartment for the first time, leading to an intimate encounter on her bed. During the session, Satsuki reveals she still owns her old Academy uniform and agrees to wear it for him. The chapter ends with the protagonist being overwhelmed by her ‘school girl’ appearance, while Satsuki is deeply embarrassed.
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Trivia:
- Satsuki has been living alone since she became a Court Mage.
- The Academy uniforms are technically only for students who haven’t reached adulthood.
- Mages usually hide their status as ‘inexperienced’ in public to avoid danger.
- Marsetta, a senior colleague, explicitly told Satsuki to keep her uniform because it would be ‘useful’ someday.
- The protagonist holds the official title of ‘Special Advisor on Trade Policy and Magic Technology’
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Character Insight:
Satsuki demonstrates a mix of professional pride and personal submissiveness; despite her high status as a Court Mage, she is willing to indulge the protagonist’s specific fetishes. The protagonist shows a comedic level of ‘otaku’ enthusiasm, though his internal monologue reveals he views the experience as a second chance at the ‘youthful’ romance he missed.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses the ‘Suez-zen’ proverb to frame the protagonist’s actions as a matter of ‘male honor,’ a common justification in adult web novels to move the plot toward erotic scenes.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Satsuki – Miranda’s granddaughter. A talented court mage with long black hair, wearing staff and palace robes; she is a prickly tsundere companion of Kento who fought in the dragon subjugation, now humiliated yet fulfilled as Harvest’s new worker, her research thriving under his guidance while she whispers romantic tips to Amelia. A former student of the national Academy since her early teens, she has lived alone since her appointment.
• Slop – Leader of the hound-kin pack; Laika’s father. Has orange hair and fluffy tail.
• Marsetta – A senior court mage and specialist in magical weaponry. She has disheveled hair tied back, wears glasses, and has deep dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. She hasn’t eaten in two days and is under heavy pressure to find a countermeasure for the enemy’s weapons.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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