How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World
chapter-174

Not all new couples may experience this, but for the majority, there’s an expression ‘incredibly lovey-dovey, as if overflowing with sweetness’. If you’ve been in a long-term relationship, it might be different, but usually, this term is used to describe the fun of getting to know each other’s previously unknown sides in a relationship.

Just like Marie and me before, my palace life with Cecily was similar. The only difference was that with Marie we spent a short honeymoon at my mansion, while Cecily seemed to be together with me at all times throughout the vacation.

In fact, Marie and I were only engaged, so it’s a bit ambiguous to call it a honeymoon. The same goes for Cecily; she is not in a formally bound relationship with me like Marie.

However, we cherished and cared for each other so much during that time, almost as if we were on our honeymoon. When we were in the prime of our passion, just locking eyes would lead us to the bedroom, and even when that wasn’t the case, we spent much time embracing each other.

Unlike Marie, Cecily sought emotional stability even though she enjoyed pleasure. On the first night, due to the evil cycle, she preferred pleasure more, but from the next day on, she focused on just being with me.

Because of this, she found satisfaction in just hugging. The problem is that her large breasts pressed against me, making it hard to resist.

Anyway, while Marie awakened to her sexual desires, Cecily was pursuing emotional connection. It felt like their positions should be switched.

“So, when compared to Marie, who enjoys it more, you or me?”

“Oh my, I can’t answer such a question.”

I pinched Cecily’s cheek playfully and scolded her, asking a mischievous question. I know it’s just a joke, but I avoid sensitive questions.

Currently, the two of us were enjoying a date in the gardens inside the palace. However, we took a moment to rest and found a quiet spot.

After settling down, I made a pillow out of Cecily’s slightly plump thigh and comfortably lay down. The sensation of her soft thigh reached my head through her clothes.

“Hehe, was I too mischievous?”

Cecily asked, lightly grabbing my hand as I pinched her cheek. As she held my hand, I immediately let go and smoothed her cheek.

When I gently caressed her cheek with affection, she leaned her face into my touch as if to savor it more. The soft feeling of her cheek was vividly transmitted through my hand.

As I mentioned before, Cecily particularly enjoyed physical affection. We didn’t necessarily have to be in a passionate relationship; she valued our connection above all else.

Just knowing that she can feel my presence brings peace to her heart, or so I’d like to believe. Thanks to this, I once again realized that she’s deeply in love with me.

Originally, I thought she was devoted to me because I’m a well-known writer in the Xenon’s Biography, but over time, Cecily became more precious to me, like Marie.

While gently touching her cheek, I moved my face to see her expression. However, there were two large masses of fat blocking my view.

They were big enough that even when I shifted position, it was difficult to see Cecily’s face. Her bust was impressively large.

‘Didn’t she say if she can’t be able to see her feet by looking down?’

It was a familiar concern that even Marie had complained of. Especially when going down the stairs, as she couldn’t see the bottom, she had to carefully descend, which also worried Cecily. And in this position, a thigh pillow, her face was practically invisible.

She had given up her lower field of vision.

“Cecily.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you see my face?”

“Your face?”

In response to my question, Cecily made a puzzled sound and slowly lowered her upper body. Naturally, her large breasts also moved toward my face.

Anticipating what would happen next, I closed my eyes slowly.

Squish-

Eventually, Cecily buried my face with her chest. A different kind of tranquility came through the sensation, even through her black dress.

How many seconds passed like that? Cecily belatedly realized what she had done and pulled her upper body back hastily.

“I-I’m sorry! Are you okay? Did you feel suffocated?”

“Don’t worry. I knew this would happen, so I held my breath.”

“What? This guy, really…”

In response to my teasing reply, Cecily grumbled in a way that suggested she had noticed I was intentionally being provocative. A faint laugh escaped her lips on its own.

Even after we became lovers, she always knew how to playfully tease me, so I wanted to play with her at least once. However, I soon realized that I couldn’t outwit Cecily when it came to playfulness.

Thud—

“How about it? Want to play around again?”

“Urp! No!”

Cecily leaned her upper body down, full of intention. Caught off guard, I found myself pinned between two large mounds, and I could only squirm helplessly. It felt like I might suffocate if this continued, so I urgently tapped her arm. Reacting to my desperate response, she let out a mischievous chuckle and lifted her lowered upper body.

“Phew!”

“If Isaac wants more, I can do it, but…”

She said with a sly smile as she placed her hand on my chest and, discreetly, slowly moved it downward, reaching my abdomen. Just as her hand was about to go lower, I quickly grabbed her wrist.

Due to her breasts blocking my view, I couldn’t see Cecily’s expression, but I expected she might be disappointed.

“No, we can’t. We need to hold back in public. You never know if someone might see.”

“Couldn’t we use magic to hide ourselves?”

It seemed that Cecily wanted a different kind of rapport. However, I now had to decline. Since I had gone through all the trouble of gaining divine power from Mora, I couldn’t waste it.

I slowly stood up from Cecily’s lap and faced her directly. She had her lips pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction. If she were an ordinary human woman, it would have taken some time to console her, but Cecily was a demon.

For demons, there is one special way to soothe them.

Swoosh-

“…Hmm.”

That is to pet her horns. As I reached out my hand and stroked her horns, her expression immediately softened. Then she leaned her face against my chest.

It was like a cat being pampered, and I responded with a gentle smile, continuing to caress her horns.

I might have explained this long ago, so I don’t remember, but horns have no feeling capabilities. Even if they break, you would only register the fact that they’re broken and don’t feel any pain. By the way, broken horns will grow back in just a day.

However, to demons, ‘horns’ are like a symbol of the devil. To lovingly stroke those horns implies that even if they were to become a devil, you would still ardently love them.

It’s a romantic tradition that can only be found in demons who have endured pain for many years.

‘At night, well…’

It was somewhat subtle to use horns, which contain such a beautiful culture, as ‘handles.’ But I heard from Cecily that they were originally used for such a purpose. I gazed down at Cecily, who leaned against my chest and purred like a cat. Enjoying the sensation of touching the horn with her eyes closed, focusing despite not feeling it.

“Haah… Isaac’s scent… I really like it…”

“… …”

“I want to stay like this forever. Just like this, forever.”

Cecily’s voice grew even huskier as she smelled me. Looking at it, I saw that it was filled with black.

It is certain that the cycle of evil, when inner evil overflows, is separate from sexual desire. I let her head fall from my bosom before it went farther.

Even when I pushed her away, Cecily looked at me with moist eyes. It seemed like she was filled with the feeling that she shouldn’t be too impudent.

‘It’s different seeing her like this.’

If Marie’s unique lively personality stimulates my heart, this side of Cecily has a calmness to it, like throwing a stone into a quiet lake, causing ripples that resonate deeply in my heart.

“Uung…”

“Haah…”

I gently exhaled a deep sigh as Cecily, begging with her index finger on her lips, rushed towards me. Who could refuse such a plea? With my arms wide open, I invited her.

“Want a hug?”

“Yes!”

She held me tightly, burying her face in my chest as if she never wanted to let go.

Unlike moments ago, simply touching her horn seemed insufficient. As I slowly stroked her back, I could feel her warmth.

‘She loves me this much, but when I die…’

Suddenly, an unhappy vision of her future crossed my mind. I am a mortal human, while she is an immortal demon. Due to the limits of my lifespan, even if I grow old and die, she will continue to exist as she is. Can she bear such sadness?

One of the biggest reasons why demons become devils is the death of their beloved. Demons can control rage, but not sorrow.

‘…I should create countless cherished memories for her.’

As I mentioned to her, rather than regrets, I should fill her life with fond memories. Will that make her less sorrowful? Slowly closing my eyes, I savored the delicate body of Cecily.

I wished time would stand still at that moment, but alas, time refuses to stop. For a while, we embraced each other, finding solace, until we faced each other again.

Cecily looked at me with a radiant smile, filled with happiness like the colors of the world.

“…Isaac.”

“Yeah. Noona.”

“I’ve always told you, but my body and heart are all yours. So, you can do as you please. Got it?”

Cecily said affectionate words, placing her hand on my cheek. It wasn’t an empty promise; she was always ready to dedicate herself entirely to me. At first, I thought it was only because I was the author of Xenon’s Biography, but now, it’s not just that.

She was preparing to devote herself to who I am as a person. A woman I couldn’t help but fall for in a different way than Marie. I smiled and quietly replied.

“I feel a bit guilty just taking. Noona, don’t you want anything?”

“Are you offering the position of a first wife?”

“Well, that’s…”

I may have fallen deeply for Cecily, but my love for Marie has not cooled down. Moreover, I can’t help feeling sorry for Marie, who is probably working on her own thesis in the studio right now.

As I spoke with a hint of bitterness and a forced smile, Cecily chuckled lightly. Then, with her usual playful demeanor, she said.

“Just kidding. The first wife position should be given to Marie. The fact that I could be with you is all thanks to Marie’s generosity.”

“Thank you. For giving it to her.”

“What’s there to thank for? I should be the one thanking you. Cheer up.”

Saying so, Cecily lightly kissed me. Her adorable charm made me burst into a chuckle.

“Still, I’m curious sometimes. What if I had realized that you are Xenon a little earlier?”

“Well, honestly, nothing would have changed. Marie liked me even before she knew I was Xenon.”

“Really? Well, I guess there’s nothing we can do about it then. I should just get rid of my greed.”

If Marie had heard this, she might not have been pleased. It was partly a joke, but it seemed like she was pushing Marie away and aiming for the seat next to him.

Of course, given Cecily’s personality, she wouldn’t do that. If she had wanted to push her away, she would have done it a long time ago.

They both knew that compromising with each other was the best option. However, the need to reconcile their feelings for each other remained unchanged.

“Don’t say such things in front of Marie if you can help it. Once suspicion takes root, it grows endlessly.”

“I’m aware of that. But should we still be cautious? If Marie’s affection for Isaac wanes, I’ll swoop in and take him. And intentionally raise jealousy.”

“Hmm…”

Marie’s jealous figure… just imagining it made him feel affectionate and endearing. He wanted to rush over and give her a tight hug right away.

But really, would Marie’s affection for him wane? He doubted it. Cecily would faithfully play the role of preventing such a situation. The reverse was also true.

On second thought, thinking like this was quite philandering. Nevertheless, I should get used to it; otherwise, I might end up in a situation where nothing works out.

“It seems like a good idea… I’ll have to look into it slowly. It’s not like my affection will fade away immediately.”

“By the way, I can swear that my feelings for Isaac won’t change. Without Isaac, life feels empty.”

“If you already feel this way, what does it matter later?”

“I should console myself by looking at Isaac’s child. Or maybe I should look at the child born between Isaac and me?”

“Cecily, are you scheming something?”

“Hehe.”

Cecily smiled shyly at my admiring words. Then, she put both hands on my cheeks and asked eagerly.

“Next evil cycle, can’t we do it without contraception?”

“No, we can’t.”

“Sigh.”

Still, what can’t be done can’t be done.

When I firmly rejected her, Cecily made a pouty face but quickly brought up another question.

“How about the illustration? Can’t we have an illustration? We agreed on that from the beginning.”

“With the current situation, it’s complicated. It might harm you for no reason. What if there’s a demon that resembles Lilith more than you?”

Everyone probably knows, but in Xenon’s Biography, Lilith was the character based on Cecily.

So, as part of improving my drawing skills, I had plans to include illustrations in the story. However, due to the current situation, I had to temporarily suspend that idea.

As Xenon’s Biography was somewhat treated as a prophecy, adding illustrations could lead to unforeseen consequences. It might even cause harm to those who could be perceived as potential culprits in the future, facing persecution. It might sound like an extreme thought, but given the times we live in, it’s entirely possible.

“Alright, I understand. So, you won’t include any illustrations at all?”

“Maybe not entirely. By the end, the misunderstandings should be cleared up. I’m thinking of adding them around that time. The same goes for other characters, not just for Lilith.”

“When will it be completed? The story seems to be just starting to build up.”

“We still have a long way to go. It will take at least half a year, I guess?”

“Only half a year?”

“Yeah.”

She was a demon. A demon who perceived even a year as a short period. Half a year could pass without her noticing.

“Well, for now, that’s the plan. As long as nothing major happens, it should take about half a year. Since I’ve been appointed as a recommended student, I have plenty of time.”

“What kind of major incidents could happen?”

“Nothing serious… just thinking about possible delays in the serialization.”

“What do you mean by delays?”

“I might get seriously injured, for example. Even if everything else is fine, if my hands are injured, there’s no way to avoid a delay in the serialization.”

“Your hands, huh…”

Cecily hesitated with her words, as if she had made up her mind, she nodded her head. Then, with a determined, fiery gaze, she looked at me and opened her mouth to speak in a solemn tone.

“If anyone hurts Isaac, they will pay with their life.”

“Oh, it won’t come to that…”

I didn’t even finish my sentence before Cecily shook her head from side to side. She clasped my right hand with both of hers and spoke to me with a serious expression.

“You used this hand to save our race, so it’s only right. And it’s not just me, others would think the same way too.”

“… …”

“Most of all, if the man I love gets hurt, I’ll be in even more pain. Though I might not always be by his side, I’ll make sure revenge is carried out thoroughly.”

It’s reassuring to hear these words from Cecily, who was destined to be the next Queen of Helium. She claimed she could blow up mountains with just a few gestures, so revenge would be a piece of cake. But what I truly appreciate is her mindset. Who wouldn’t be captivated by someone like her?

Filled with determination, I gazed into Cecily’s red eyes and couldn’t help but smile. Cecily responded to my smile with a smile of her own.

“Thank you, Noona. It feels comforting when you say that.”

“Don’t thank me. If you’re really grateful, take off your pants.”

“Suddenly again?”

“I’m teasing you. I put up the barrier, so you can relax.”

“Sigh. I got it. I got it.”

The fire in Cecily’s heart seemed to burn as intensely in the daytime as it did at night.

*****

In a dark space where not even a single ray of light could penetrate, two men faced each other around a round table. The darkness enveloped them, making it impossible to discern their features, but despite that, they exchanged words in a familiar manner.

“Here’s the letter for today. The boss seems to consider it quite important, as he sent it from home.”

“Hmm.”

As one man placed a simple piece of paper on the table, the other man gazed at it intently. Although nothing was visible in the darkness, his golden eyes shone brightly. Like a predator’s eyes gleaming in the dark night, his eyes emitted an intense light.

As the man with the letter attempted to hand it over, the recipient suddenly cleared his throat. The man with the golden eyes hesitated before taking the letter, and then slowly raised his head to meet the courier’s gaze. After a momentary exchange of glances, the courier placed his hand on the table.

Tap-tap tap

“By the way, how’s life these days? Your daughter joined a prestigious Knights’ Order, right?”

The messenger habitually tapped the table with his finger as he inquired about the recent updates.

The man with golden eyes, seemingly unaffected, replied.

“No news yet. And what about you? How’s your son doing?”

“He must be struggling by now. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have much talent.”

The messenger answered with a series of tapping sounds on the table.

Tap tap tap tap-tap.

Even while responding, his fingers continued to drum on the table, but soon, they came to a halt. The man with golden eyes shrugged and carefully placed the letter handed to him by the messenger into his pocket. It was about time to leave.

“Anyway, I’m always thankful. It must be bothersome to do this for me.”

“What’s there to be thankful for? I owe you a lot. Besides, it’s not entirely unenjoyable.”

“You always say that, but your temperament is quite peculiar. I’ll be going now.”

“Take care of yourself.”

The man with golden eyes stood up and briskly walked away. As he disappeared, the messenger also got up suddenly.

“I might not be able to do this for a while.”

The mumbling man scratched his head.

On the other hand, the man who received the letter from him, the man with golden eyes…

‘He is being pursued by elves. It doesn’t seem like good news.’

The person who received signals not through words but through their fingers was on their way back home, deducing the signals they had sent.

‘It’s fortunate that Isaac isn’t in the mansion, if he were, it would have been a big problem. For now, I can handle it from my side.’

A lion with red hair began to lure the hyenas. The problem was…

“…Isaac? And Princess Cecily? Why are they suddenly in the mansion?”

“We thought it wouldn’t be good to be only in Helium. We also came to see Father’s face.”

“Hello, Baron Hawk. Oh, should I call you Father-in-law now?”

“… …”

Unexpected situations could occur at any time.

Translators note:

3 chapters today

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