How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 13.2
The system had warned me beforehand, but it felt like too much. I couldn’t help but plead with the system, feeling overwhelmed.
Please remember that the system has given ample warning in advance!
“Ah. I’m dying, really…”
It was too much. Please, have mercy. Just as I was desperately pleading with the system, Tristan interjected once again.
“Is it very painful, Your Highness?”
Without a clue, Tristan inserted himself into the conversation. I had dared to challenge the heat cycle, only to be swept up in it, experiencing my first encounter with a man. It was overwhelming, and now I had to face penalties. How could it not be painful?
Feeling wronged, I blurted out my true feelings.
“Of course, it’s painful. Try putting yourself in my position, Your Highness.”
“…That might be difficult.”
Tristan murmured seriously.
Then, suddenly, he lifted his head and grabbed my shoulders firmly with both hands. Startled by his sudden intensity, I looked up. Our eyes met in midair.
His sculpted face bore a resolute expression. His well-shaped lips moved softly, producing a deep, resonant voice.
“I will take responsibility.”
“Excuse me? What do you mean?”
Then, he made an unexpected statement.
Was I the only one not following? Confused, I couldn’t find the words, and my eyes blinked in bewilderment. Tristan looked troubled.
“…I mean, I will take responsibility for you.”
“What do you mean suddenly…”
After a long hesitation, he repeated the same thing. I racked my brain, trying to understand. Then, it dawned on me.
Wasn’t this about last night…
My memory was hazy, but I tried to piece together the events of last night.
Hadn’t I been the one to pull him into the bed first?
I had initiated the kiss, clinging to Tristan and begging. I had even insisted on more than just his fingers, crying and pleading…
I stopped there.
The vivid images of our encounter flashed before my eyes, and I turned pale. Looking at it objectively, Tristan should be suing me for sexual harassment. But why was he talking about taking responsibility? Shouldn’t I be the one taking responsibility?
It seemed Tristan, sheltered in the grand Duke, didn’t understand the situation. He hadn’t grasped what had happened to him. I carefully responded, gauging his reaction.
“No, you don’t have to do that…”
But Tristan was insistent.
“I should have controlled myself.”
“How can you control yourself when an omega in heat attacks you?”
“…Attacks?”
“I attacked you, didn’t I?”
“…”
“…”
Tristan’s expression turned strange, unreadable. Seeing that, I suddenly felt afraid.
It seemed Tristan was finally realizing the situation and might accuse me of sexual harassment. If he sent me back to the underground dungeon, it would be disastrous. I didn’t want to set foot in that icy place again. Startled, I quickly apologized.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness. Were you a virgin?”
“…What?”
“No, never mind. Whether you were or not, it was my fault. But what could I do? You were right in front of me, looking so attractive. And you seemed to enjoy it later…”
“…What?”
“I’m sorry, forget I said that. It was a terrible thing to say. I’m truly sorry…”
Was I blaming the victim for their appearance? Even in my panic, that was going too far. Tristan closed his eyes tightly, then opened them, looking dazed. His pale face showed he was in shock.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, I rambled on, trying to explain.
“I asked if you were a virgin because, well, if it wasn’t your first time, it’s okay. First experiences are so precious, aren’t they? If your first time was forced, I’m truly sorry. But if it wasn’t your first time, I’m not sorry. You understand what I mean, right?”
“I don’t.”
“Oh, I see…”
Tristan, looking confused, asked complexly.
“Does that mean you’re not a virgin?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“No, you asked first…”
“That’s not the point right now.”
“…”
Tristan fell silent, saying nothing.
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