Chapter 85: Desire

The situation changed rapidly.

All the families joined, and the knights and wizards headed to the front lines.

Of course, the escort knights of each family did not move and protected their masters.

Alchemists like me produced potions like machines in a factory.

“Sigh. Do I have to make potions all day again today?. I wonder when the battle will end.”

I sighed, looking at the ominous sky visible through the window.

It’s already been a week.

After greeting Armil, I’ve been making potions like crazy for a week.

Magic resistance potions, wound healing potions, regeneration potions, mana acceleration potions, body strengthening potions, etc. It felt like I made a year’s worth of potions in this one week.

Now, I feel like throwing up just by looking at the furnace.

“Sigh. I just want to stay like this.”

I want to lie on the soft bed and leisurely laze around.

After becoming a Baronet, I missed the leisurely life I had been living so much.

Then I heard a babble next to me.

“Don’t want to go? Want to just stay with me?”

It was Emily.

I turned my head and looked at her.

Half-closed white eyes and white hair. Even though it was morning, her face shone brilliantly.

The main character indeed.

“No. I still have to go. I’m the leader of those people.”

“Can’t you just tell them the recipes?”

“I wish, but no. The alchemists from the families that joined last are still getting the recipes wrong. And the chief supervisor needs to coordinate the site.”

There’s a reason why there are management positions in factories.

Then Emily rolled over and gently hugged me.

Her soft chest pressed against mine. When I applied pressure, the sensation intensified.

When I first possessed this body and hugged her, the stimulation was so strong that I couldn’t do anything, but not now.

I also hugged her. Thanks to that, Emily ended up being held like Yona. It was a cuteness not befitting the daughter of a duchy, but she didn’t care.

“Then just stay like this for a little while.”

“I’ll be late if I don’t wash up now.”

Emily stared at my face.

“You’re pretty even if you don’t wash up.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t wash up?”

“Not that, but.”

After a moment of thought, Emily smiled slyly.

“You know, Rachel.”

“Yes?”

“You followed me to the magic territory as my maid, right?”

“Yes. That’s right? But why? Oh, wait. Could it be?”

Emily laughed at my reaction.

Meaning that ‘could it be’ was correct.

“From now on, as the successor of the duchy, Emily, I command you. Stay like this for a little while. I’ll tell the other alchemists.”

If the daughter of the duchy speaks directly, they will agree.

And it’s not polite to refuse when Emily has gone this far.

Most of all, I liked it now too. I didn’t refuse.

‘Since it’s come to this, let’s sleep a little more.’

I hugged Emily a little tighter. Emily was surprised for a moment, but she stayed still, not disliking it.

Sniff, sniff.

Her warmth felt through the clothes. The fragrant body scent entering my nose. The skin exposed between the pajamas was soft, and the plump touch was always good.

Holding her like that, sleep came gently.

It feels like my body and mind, exhausted from a week of hard work, are being healed.

Ah, I shouldn’t sleep.

With that thought, my eyes closed completely.

Rachel was closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Emily quietly looked at her.

Fair skin and yellow hair. Even to her eyes, she is quite a beautiful woman.

She opened her mouth carefully.

“Rachel. Are you asleep?”

There was no answer.

“You’re really sleeping, right? Right?”

Similarly, no answer was heard.

Emily was cautious.

She raised her hand and placed it on Rachel’s cheek. Soft cheeks. Smooth skin. She slowly stroked it down.

Because they were hugging each other, if she moved forward just a little, their noses would touch, they were that close.

Emily’s white eyes clearly saw Rachel’s face.

‘I like you. A lot.’

She barely held back the words she wanted to say out loud. If she had her way, she wanted to bring her mouth to hers right now and steal her lips.

But she can’t.

She could crush her with the status of a duke, but she sincerely wished for her happiness. And if she forced her with authority, she would never be able to see her sincere smile again.

Emily looked at Rachel’s small, red, cherry-like lips from a distance where their noses almost touched.

She felt like she would really do something if she kept looking, so she just lowered her gaze.

White lumps of flesh exposed defenselessly through the white slip. Rachel’s breasts weren’t very large, but they were the ideal size that women like.

Emily couldn’t take her eyes off her cleavage, which was quite large.

Gulp.

A dry swallow goes down. Emily tried to turn her head, but her head wouldn’t turn.

Instead, her hand was already on Rachel’s hip. If she reached out a little, it’s her butt, and if she reached up, it’s her stomach.

‘Oh, no.’

The butt is a no-go.

The pants themselves are elastic, so if she puts her hand there, she’ll be found out. The top, which was made with a looser fit, was better.

Emily slowly put her hand into her top.

She knows this is wrong.

She knows how bad it is to touch someone’s body while they’re sleeping. As the successor of the duchy and the child of the Iron-Blooded Duke, Emily’s reason clearly stopped her.

But her first love is exposing her flesh and sleeping so defenselessly, she can’t just stay still.

Reason obscured by lust. When her hand entered the top, her stomach came out with a warm warmth.

A small belly button and soft skin. She gently placed her hand.

‘Will she wake up? I hope she doesn’t.’

Even if she wakes up, she can just attribute it to sleep talking. Because if they are hugging each other, her hand can go into the rolled-up top.

But she hoped she wouldn’t wake up.

That way she can go up a little more.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Emily’s heart was pounding. She was incredibly nervous. She slightly opened her closed eyes and observed her.

Luckily, there was no movement.

‘Phew. That’s a relief.’

She sighed in relief.

Emily slowly raised her hand to the lower abdomen, belly button, upper abdomen. The temperature gradually rose.

It’s partly because her body temperature rose due to nervousness, but it’s also because of her chest.

If she goes up a little more, she’ll touch her chest.

‘Just a little. Just a little more.’

Now, Emily, with her eyes spinning, is slowly raising her hand. But soon, her original reason, which had awakened, pierced through the lust and pulled Emily’s head.

[No! Stop it!]

At the sudden flash of reason, Emily quickly took her hand away.

When her mind returned, she realized what she had almost done.

‘Crazy. Crazy. I’m really crazy. What was I thinking?’

If Rachel opened her eyes while she was touching her chest, it’s obvious how she would react.

She would push her away with disdainful eyes and draw a line. At worst, they might not even be able to stay friends.

But.

Gulp.

‘Would it have been soft? Plump? And squishy?’

She unknowingly imagined what it would have been like to touch it.

It would feel different from her own. Although the texture is the same, it belongs to the person she loves.

Thinking up to that point, Emily felt a tickle in her lower abdomen.

She rubbed her legs together at the unfamiliar sensation she felt for the first time.

‘I shouldn’t do this. I’m the successor of the duchy, and the war isn’t even over yet.’

She exerted superhuman patience and suppressed her emotions.

‘Phew. Endure. Endure it.’

She endured.

She forcibly suppressed the desire that was about to explode like a volcano. Thanks to that, she doesn’t know when or how it will explode, but it will somehow work out.

Emily’s awakened mental strength was stronger than expected.

With a sigh, Emily gently stepped back.

She was deeply asleep, and she didn’t open her eyes even though she moved away.

‘Should I have just touched it once?’

Regret and greed popped up, but she endured again.

Emily was born with a natural talent for politics and has been playing mind games with the elders on behalf of her father.

She gently got up. She covered Rachel with Emily’s blanket.

Normally, she should wake her up now.

Because Rachel is the chief supervisor of the alchemists dispatched to the magic territory.

There may be disputes or situations where she is immediately needed.

But then they will send someone.

And she can suppress any complaints about Emily.

She had many excuses prepared.

Like she was sick and Rachel was taking care of her, etc.

‘She looks very tired. Is there any way I can help?’

The family with the most alchemists hasn’t arrived yet.

To be precise, it’s not a family.

Rodmile Heimer.

‘1st Prince. When he comes, the alchemists will have some leeway.’

As the imperial family, they are dispatching the most troops and manpower, so they haven’t arrived yet.

Personally, Emily didn’t like the 1st Prince.

Even though Rachel doesn’t like him, he clearly seemed to have a liking for Rachel.

It was then.

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

The maid who opened the door and came in.

“Rodmile Heimer has arrived.”