I Transmigrated as an Extra in a Trashy Dark Romance Game - Chapter 39

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It meant that once the peak of summer’s heat began to wane, the day of the Hunting Festival wouldn’t be far off. Reflecting on this, Edith reviewed the story’s progress so far.

Summer was the season when Serenity’s nightmares began, but up to now, neither the Dragon nor the Knight Commander had shown any sign of that, and the Young Duke hadn’t fully appeared yet.

From Serenity’s reaction, the Crown Prince seemed to be obsessing over her and making her uncomfortable, but it appeared he hadn’t made a move yet.

‘If he had, she would have shown signs.’

On the contrary, even though she had been the one causing such a stir from spring to early summer, the game world had now grown quiet. Edith couldn’t shake the anxiety that this might be the calm before the storm.

Soon would be the Hunt, and the following banquet, then autumn would arrive. If she could just endure autumn—the point of ending divergences—and ensure Serenity didn’t get entangled with anyone, winter would naturally be peaceful.

To prevent any development in the relationship between the Crown Prince and Serenity, Edith decided she would have to disrupt that incident from happening at the upcoming Hunt.

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The scorching summer temperatures had finally taken their first step downward from their peak.

As a knight, it had been incredibly difficult having to wear thick clothing to conceal himself while lying low during the height of summer.

Remembering the tasks he’d carried out in that time, Carlton brushed a hand roughly through his short hair, an unpleasant feeling settling in his gut.

On the day he’d accompanied the surveillance of the Saintess to the Moulton estate, seeing a man he’d never met before acting with such familiarity toward Lady Moulton—so close it couldn’t possibly be a mere distant relative—his emotions had strangely spiraled out of control from that moment. He ended up committing a terrible act against her.

In a state where self-loathing, anger, guilt toward the lady, and jealousy were all tangled together, he couldn’t bring himself to report the day’s events to His Highness.

Not only could he not report what had happened, but he couldn’t even begin to imagine what His Highness might do to the lady for ignoring the warning.

Even when he was being punished in the dungeon, disappointed in his own actions, he thought it was fortunate things could end at that.

Until His Highness brought the unconscious lady to him.

‘Violate the young lady.’

His master’s inhuman command was so shocking he thought he’d misheard. But to protect her, there was no other choice.

He’d harbored the absurd wish that she wouldn’t be upset, but those moments were pure agony.

Unlike him, who couldn’t even bear to look at her face out of guilt, she had embraced him tightly regardless. The warmth of that moment felt like a consolation, making his chest ache.

After taking her back with the aide and returning to his quarters to wash up, Carlton sat on his bed, lost in thought for a long while, before heading to Edith’s room.

It felt like he’d committed a horrible act twice, and he was too ashamed to face her. But when he heard her say it was okay, that she forgave him, he thought he’d misheard.

Her forgiving someone like him, showing consideration, even thanking him for his help… in his eyes, she seemed more saintly and merciful than the Saintess herself. Like a goddess.

Her hair melting into the dark night and her transparent gray eyes made her appear an even more mysterious being.

He kept having the delusion that if he just held that small body right then, it would cleanse his sins. Suppressing the constant impulse, he barely managed to leave the room.

That night, after returning to his quarters, his body began to grow hot with an inexplicable fever.

Even as he tried to ignore the sensation and get some sleep, the image of her kept swirling in his mind—her slightly damp, moist figure in a robe, appearing mysteriously alluring.

Emotions of reverence and desire, all mixed together, kept goading him on.

Feeling the front of his trousers swell and himself growing hard, a blushing Carlton bit down on his shirt collar and carefully lowered both his trousers and underwear together.

As his freed member sprang out, he slowly wrapped his own hand around it and began moving it up and down.

‘Ngh, my lady…’

With each motion, the floral scent of her skin, her soft nape and chest, and deepest of all, the secret place that had warmly enveloped him… felt vividly real, as if she were right before him.

‘Haa… Ngh…!’

His hand movements quickened, and from the swollen, taut tip, a white liquid soon surged out with his low groan.

Regulating his breath, Carlton wiped his face with his other hand. He felt self-loathing for having done such a thing while imagining the very woman he had just thought of as a goddess.