Suici*de by Raising a Heroine

10 – seduction

“You want to use healing magic?”

“Alcohol is something you drink to get drunk… But, why… Hehe, do you have to use healing magic…”

Charlotte poured wine to overflowing wine glasses.

At first, he said he was enjoying the scent, and filled the bottom lightly, then one glass became two, then two became three, and the level of the glass gradually began to rise.

And now it’s like this.

As the wine overflowed from the wine glass wet her hands, Charlotte licked her tongue and licked the wine that was all over her hands.

I thought that working hard with my tongue resembles a cat. Then, he raised the glass and emptied the contents at once. A purple liquid flowed down the corner of her mouth, leaving a seductive line on her chest.

I stared blankly at the purple lines that contrasted with my fair skin, then turned my head to see what I was doing.

However, it seemed that Charlotte did not lose sight of me.

“Just now, Hibbit, where did you look…”

As I raised my index finger and tapped the air, I felt something stab my cheek. Just looking at it, it’s a spark. Stabbing the cheek with psychokinetic power, it’s amazing how you can control your strength even though you’re as drunk as I am.

“It’s the death penalty, the death penalty… You dare to look at my breasts, gup, you deserve to die a thousand times…”

My hand floundered in the air several times before finally grabbing hold of the wine bottle. And though he tilted, what Charlotte expected did not happen.

A few drops barely escaped from the empty wine bottle and fell to the floor, distorting its shape.

Charlotte’s head, engulfed in alcohol, did not seem to understand the situation in which the bottle was empty and no alcohol came out.

Two blank eyes turned to the bottle. After waving her hand up and down a few times, she lifted the bottle over her head and peered through the opening.

Realizing that the inside was empty, Charlotte brought her tongue to the entrance. A bright red tongue slapped the mouth of the bottle. His tongue was twitching and he was trying to get inside.

A few drops of saliva flowed down his tongue. Charlotte licked the remaining wine at the entrance, then suddenly pushed the bottle into her mouth.

“What are you doing…”

Before I could say anything in surprise, Charlotte chuckled and pulled the bottle out of her mouth. The mouth of the wine bottle was glistening with saliva.

Charlotte, who had been coughing a couple of times as if she had been stabbed in the throat, soon stretched out her tongue again and began to sweep the spout of the bottle down.

Seeing Charlotte holding the wine bottle with both hands and working hard with her tongue, she sighed and got up from her seat to snatch it away.

The hand, which had suddenly lost its purpose, floundered in the air a couple of times before falling to the floor.

“If you’re not going to use healing magic, eat here. Let’s just sleep.”

“The death penalty… the death penalty…”

I tossed the wine bottle around and put Charlotte’s arm around my shoulder, repeating the same words like a parrot.

I put my hand behind Charlotte’s back, supported her armpit, and lifted her up. I’ve felt it a few times before, but it’s so incredibly light that I wonder if this is for a normal person.

Even in that brief moment of going from the chair to the bed, Charlotte, whose legs had loosened and almost fell twice, was forced to stand up and put her on the bed.

A mix of alcohol and grape scent leaked out of his mouth as he breathed heavily.

“You…”

I was about to stand up to clear a table that had been ruined by wine bottles spilled on fruit peels, but Charlotte gently grabbed my arm.

Unlike usual, there was no strength at all. To the extent that even I could easily shake it off if I put my mind to it.

“I’m listening.”

“Don’t go…”

There were small tears in Charlotte’s eyes. The strength in the hand pulling my arm was too weak, but I followed the hand and lay down next to Charlotte.

As soon as I lay down next to me, Charlotte quickly embraced my arm. The smell of alcohol hit me right next to me.

His arms were squeezed between his breastbones. He bit his shoulder with his mouth and rubbed his thighs.

However, unlike the action of enjoying my body to the fullest, that hand was still shaking. Am I shaking because I’m drunk?

He was so drunk that he refused to use healing magic, so he wouldn’t listen if I told him to let go, so I let him play with it on his own.

He slowly pulled his arm out of his weak hand. She laid her body upright with her belly up, and somehow returned the bare negligee to its original state.

The quilt… … I don’t think you can cover it up. I couldn’t get it out anyway, because Charlotte was sleeping with the futon underneath.

what do you do now

His body didn’t even need to sleep, so it was ambiguous to lie next to him. The desire to clean the messy table was gone. you’ll figure it out later

“Yes…….”

Charlotte tossed and turned and continued to groan. I drank so much alcohol with almost no snacks, so it was obvious that I would end up like that.

It would have been better if I had used some healing magic. self-employed

Unlike Christine and Serena, Charlotte without magic was just an ordinary person. It means that even though drunkenness can be canceled with magic, it is impossible to not get drunk at all.

Unless I suddenly wake up and cast a spell on my body, I’ll sleep well until I wake up a bit.

I gently wiped the tears that were still forming in my eyes with my fingers, then stood up. I walked toward the door, being careful not to step on the broken glass in case it made a sound.

In between, whenever Charlotte groaned, she looked back to see if she had woken up. Of course, it was just my concern.

When I grabbed the doorknob and applied my strength, I saw the hallway. Seeing that the door opens easily now, I guess it was true that they really locked me in.

It took me a little while ago to hold me with teary eyes and tell me not to go, but I shrugged my shoulders for a moment and left the room. It’s because I’m drunk, so I won’t keep it in my mind.

The door is closed.

A suffocating silence filled the room. The whispered breathing and the intermittent groaning until the two of them turned into one had all disappeared. Darkness and stillness fell at the same time.

The shadow lying on the bed opened its eyes for an instant. It contained red eyes that shone clearly even in the dark.

The shadow raised itself. The silver hair, scattered in all directions, naturally gathered downward.

The red eyes scanned the spot where the warmth of a person had just been. Then, he headed in the direction where that warmth had disappeared.

“It was no use either.”

Charlotte spat out the words calmly. Her voice was so cold and low that it was unbelievable that she had just been moaning in pleasure and longing for the warmth of a man.

Her fingers, which had yet to let go of their lingering feelings, stroked the side of the bed for a moment, but Charlotte immediately withdrew her hand.

It was all just smoke.

The eyes that were wet with tears, the smell of grapes mixed with alcohol mixed in with the exhaled breath, the two legs that stumbled because they couldn’t walk properly, the chest that was secretly rubbed by their arms, the still trembling as if they hadn’t forgotten the past. body too.

Maybe everything about a human named Charlotte.

What was her true personality like? It was a question that even Charlotte herself could not easily answer.

I know that defining human beings is a very difficult question, but Charlotte’s curiosity was far from philosophical.

“……If you want, you can be any woman.”

Whether it be the queen of a kingdom, a loyal handmaid, an ordinary woman, or a cheap prostitute. I was confident that I could be any woman I wanted to be.

This bloodless, tearless king could be called Charlotte, but if that man wanted to, he could throw away this image right now. It was a woman named Charlotte.

Charlotte, whom the person she loves thinks of, was a cruel queen who could not completely get over the trauma of the past and stained the kingdom with blood according to her mood and ran a reign of terror, and that’s why she has this personality.

If she wanted a queen who overcame the trauma of her past and ruled with kindness and love, Charlotte would have been happy to do so.

Charlotte was confident in acting.

The probability of noticing the fact that she was drunk, that she had difficulty walking, and that her breasts that were secretly rubbing against her arm were all smoke was infinitely close to zero.

However, there was something I used to further lower that 0% probability.

“cure.”

The blush on his cheeks completely disappeared with the small words he spat out. Even the slightest hint of heat mixed with his breath returned to coolness.

The fast-beating heart returned to its original beat, and the throbbing belly that had longed for something became calm.

What Charlotte used on herself to make the infinitely close to zero probability negative was weak. Not because he doesn’t believe in his acting, but to make it more perfect.

Charlotte, who had completely regained her usual ruthless appearance, called the Queen of Blood, looked down at her body expressionlessly.

A chest that could never be said to be small, a stomach with strong 11-shaped abs, black underwear covering private parts, and legs that are still slim.

And even a complicated heart-shaped tattoo on her lower belly. It was a so-called womb tattoo.

As Charlotte stared at the tattoo, the faint pink glow of the tattoo slowly began to fade.

It had not served its purpose, so there was no need to leave it like this any longer. If I had succeeded in accomplishing my goal, I would have kept it as a memory forever.

“My dear…you still don’t see me as a woman.”

Her slender fingers rubbed her lower abdomen. There is a womb in it. A secret place that will only be allowed to one man for the rest of his life, and that other insignificant humans will not dare to even see.

“So, it must be the same for the other bitches as well.”

The red eyes emitted a hideous light.

If it doesn’t come over to you, other bitches will have to do the same. All Charlotte wanted was an exclusive.

I didn’t want to make any bitch mix things up. I didn’t want to let those eyes capture the image of another year.

If I could, I wanted to lock it somewhere deep and make it only for myself to see.

Of course, it wasn’t put into practice. It was because, for some reason, when I tried to rhyme indirectly about confinement by twisting expressions, I was disgusted for some reason and hardened my expression.

When I asked why, he just turned around and said it was a thing of the past.

Charlotte crossed the line and was very good at walking the tightrope on it. He was the kind of person who sometimes crossed the line one step at a time, sighing and letting go as if he had no choice but to come out shamelessly.

Having lived for such a long time, he is a grumpy human being looking for a place to die, so there are many times when he passes on things that would be distasteful to ordinary people.

However, her intuition warned her not to cross the line when it came to confinement.

So, Charlotte quietly handed over an apology saying she was sorry and stepped back. It was because I was convinced that if I went further, there would be no turning back. It was clear that something had happened in the past.

Charlotte didn’t even like that.

Of course, as the years I have lived, it was vaguely speculated that there might be more people in the past who asked for ‘suicide’ besides Charlotte, Serena, and Christine.

Even so, I couldn’t completely suppress the unpleasant feeling when my guess turned out to be true.

Because everything about that man should be his own.

There is only one person in the world you can trust. There is only one person in the world who will allow his heart. There is only one person in the world who will give everything.

Then, of course, that person has to take all the responsibility. That is order and providence.

If it was okay to free this desire to your heart’s content, Charlotte would probably burn down the entire kingdom and live in a world of just the two of them.

In a world where all living things are dead, just the two of us, forever. Just imagining it made me feel sick to my stomach.

If that happens, after the entire continent is burned down, only Charlotte herself will be left in the world to be able to grant his wish.

It’s okay to despair, curse, and be disappointed. It is a world where there is nothing left except for the two of them. Eventually you will come back to her.

“…I need to sort things out soon.”

Charlotte snapped her fingers and the bed floated up. Chairs, tables, even carpets on the floor.

Charlotte, who created the transition door in that state, pushed the furniture into the transition door with her mouth wide open. It is a precious thing touched by his hand. It’s too wasteful to leave it in the room like this.

Perhaps someone would be horrified if they saw the place where that transfer door was connected. Everything the man touched after entering the royal palace would be tightly packed in the place connected to that transfer door.

After this time, even the door will be torn down and added to the collection.

Looking around the room, which had suddenly become empty when the bed that had been showing off its presence with its large body disappeared, Charlotte pulled the sofa with telekinetic power and sat on it.

Within reach of her eyes was an old closet. An old closet tucked away in the corner, as if something she didn’t want to see was forced into it.

Charlotte raised her hand to fire the flame spear, then put it down with a smile. It’s an idea that’s already been done tens of thousands of times.

He knew perfectly well that he would never be able to destroy that wardrobe.

And this room too. It is a room that was left undestroyed until the end even though the entire castle was destroyed and rebuilt with magic.

The decorations, the carpet on the floor, and the wallpaper have changed a lot, but the room itself remains the same as before.

There is only one reason. Because of this room and because of that closet, I met him.

If she hadn’t come into this room, if she hadn’t hidden in that closet, the life of a woman named Charlotte de Gargantua would have ended there.

So, it cannot be broken.

Even if they constantly brought back memories of the past, the pleasure of remembering the first meeting with him was far greater than the pain of recalling old memories.

Now that I think about it, I feel rather grateful. Thanks to this, the meeting with myself could be presented more dramatically, and thanks to that dramatic encounter, I was able to fall in love this deeply.

If nothing had happened at that time, her parents would have stopped her daughter from following the man, and then she would not have felt ecstatically filled with this love now.

Of course, Charlotte’s love is both inevitable and destiny, so the opposition of her parents couldn’t have stopped her.

Before she knew it, Charlotte’s hand was slowly stroking the closet. The surface of the closet was all worn out and was in danger as if it would break at any moment.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t bothered by this. This closet, this room reminded me of Charlotte in a time when it wasn’t as twisted as it is now.

But what does that mean? I’m much happier now that I’m distorted somewhere than when I wasn’t distorted. I’m much happier now that I love you than when I was loved.

A bleak smile crept across Charlotte’s face.