I Can’t Believe She Ran Away [R-18] [Part 3]

Part 3

When I woke up, I saw a familiar canopy.

Based on the nostalgic scent and the pattern on the canopy, this must be my room in the Turan family’s townhouse.

A floral fragrance mixed with the familiar scent of the room.

Then, when I looked at the trembling sensation and slight weight on my upper arm, I saw a mop of chocolate hair peeking out.

I thought of its owner, and the slight exhalation I felt on my shoulders. The gently rising and falling cloth only emphasized her presence.

I twisted my body, being careful not to wake her up, before drawing her into my embrace. Then, the sweet fragrance of flowers hit my nose.

The sunlight shining through the open canopy and the window beyond showed that it was early morning. A long, refreshing light extended all the way to the bed.

Arusha’s shoulders peeked out slightly from the duvet, basking in the brilliance of the morning sun.

As I dreamily gazed at her, remembering the time we’d spent together leading up to such lovely morning, I realized something very important.

…I, haven’t apologized yet? Also…

Yesterday, with the help of teleportation magic, I managed to find Arusha. She seemed to be traveling with other female adventurers.

Suffice to say, I was relieved that there were no men in her party. The moment I caught sight of Arusha, I was overcome by all the accumulated stress. After all, not only did I have to endure the putrid stench of the charm magic, I also had to follow a woman who wasn’t Arusha. After not being able to properly interact with her for half a year, I was about to reach my limit. 

So, when I discovered that Arusha had run away, I instantly snapped. 

I was aware that I had forced Arusha to be intimate with me.

Sure, I was glad that the misunderstanding was resolved and that Arusha reciprocated my feelings, but if not for those facts, I’d just be an asshole who had my ways with her.

…Even if Arusha reciprocated my feelings, I wasn’t proud of what I did.

While reflecting on my actions, I removed Arusha’s arm so that she wouldn’t wake up.

…At that exact moment, Prince Reinhardt’s words were replayed in my mind.

‘—If there’s a misunderstanding, then you should resolve it. Apologize. Use your words this time. Get on your knees and beg for her love.’

As I ruminated on those words, I brushed away my fallen bangs, and my fingers brushed against the ear cuff I’d worn to protect myself from the charm spell.

Suddenly recalling who made it, in the next moment, my mind was made up.

Arusha began to stir. So, I got off the bed and kneeled on the floor. 

I put my fists on my lap and waited for her to wake up.

After some time, the soft bulge on the bed moved, and Arusha peeked out.

Still half-asleep, she shook her head, before suddenly spotting me.

When my eyes met Arusha’s orange eyes, I rested my palms against the floor and rubbed my forehead on the ground.

“I’m sorry! I’m truly sorry for being so worthless! I keep burdening you and making you worry endlessly, to the point you ran away!”

“Huh!? What’s wrong!? Huh!? Lord Rufus is doge—wait, that’s not it. Please raise your head!!”

…’Doge’? What does ‘doge’ mean?

Above all, I wonder if I managed to apologize as sincerely as possible to Arusha, and if my feelings got through! I apologized in my grandfather’s style. Please… please get through!!

After a while, I heard the sound of clothes rustling and felt like Arusha was approaching.

“…Lord Rufus, please lift your head. It’s lonely not to be able to see your face.”

When I looked up at the voice, I saw Arusha kneeling in front of me, wearing only a robe. She was smiling with a slightly troubled look on her face.

The sight of Arusha with the backdrop of the morning sun took my breath away. She looked so divine; I could mistake her for a goddess…

“Arusha, I’m truly sorry…”

Although I could apologize as many times as she wanted, I didn’t know if that’d be the right thing to do, as you couldn’t force someone to accept your apology.

That was probably why I looked like a lost child.

Arusha tenderly cupped both of my cheeks.

It felt so warm, a pang of loneliness pierced my heart imagining that I’d soon have to part with the sensation.

“…Please don’t make such an expression.”

“What kind of expression am I making?”

“You look bewildered, just like the lost boy I rescued in the city before.”

Apparently, my expression was just as I had expected. Arusha’s expression was filled with compassion as she smiled in indulgence.

“I thought you’d left me, Arusha…”

The frustration I felt when I read her letter at the party last night returned to me, and something threatened to overflow from the depth of my eyes.

“…Ugh! If you show me that kind of expression, there’s no way I’d be able to let you go! Also, as I told you yesterday, I also love Lord Rufus! …Although, I want you to tell me what you can do to prevent something similar from happening in the future…”

My heart was beating rapidly because of the loveliness of Arusha’s troubled smile, along with the relief of being forgiven.

During my training as a knight, I thought I’d honed my body and mind, but it seemed that none of that mattered when Arusha was involved.

“N-next time, I’ll be sure to explain it properly! No, I won’t accept any missions that involve women from now on! Other than you, there’s no one else. I only want to touch you, Arusha!”

I brought Arusha’s hand, which was resting on my cheek, to my lips and kissed her palm.

Then, I nibbled on the soft part of her palm, trailed my lips from the back of her hand to her wrist.

Arusha burst out laughing, perhaps because it tickled.

I drew her closer, leaving a trail of kisses on the soft part of her upper arm, before wrapping my other hand around her waist, trapping her delicate body in my embrace.

With a chuckle, Arusha also circled her arm around my back. We basked in each other’s warmth for a while.

“…By the way, the dogeza from earlier—or rather, where did that gesture of apology come from?”

That apologetic bow wasn’t only uncommon in this country, but I’d never seen anyone besides my grandfather use it. Arusha must’ve seen it as a weird gesture.

I tilted my head with a deeply perplexed look on my face.

“It was a method of apologizing that was passed down directly to me by my grandfather. It seems to be a courtesy used to show the utmost apology. I did it in hopes of conveying my apologies to Arusha, but…”

Whenever my grandfather used that apologizing technique, even my grandmother, who was mad as all hell, would forgive him. Yes, even if part of the mansion was blown away due to his failed experiment…

“…Lord Rufus’ grandfather, as in, the ‘Bird-eye Hero’!?”

The ‘Bird-eye Hero’ carried the same connotation as ‘Visionary Tactician.’ My grandfather seemed to be called that because he could grasp the battlefield as if he was seeing it from the eyes of a bird flying in the sky.

…Although, I recalled the man grumbling to himself, 

“’Bird-eye’… who’re you calling night blind…!”

I wonder what he means by ‘night blind’…

“Huh? The Bird-eye Hero was prostrating himself on the ground…? Could that be, no way… Now that I think about it, ‘bird eye’ could also mean another thing…”

While I was thinking about my grandfather, Arusha was mumbling something.

“What’s the matter with my grandfather…?”

“…No, as expected of the Bird-eye Hero and the Visionary Tactician. He knows the etiquette that has been passed down in some foreign country. I’d like to meet him once.”

I spoke while thinking that I didn’t want anyone else to see her smile.

“I’ll probably go visit the territory once before the wedding to meet my grandparents, so maybe you’ll have a chance to talk then…”

“Wonderful! I’m looking forward to meeting Lord Rufus’ family… Wait, Lord Rufus!? Your body is really cold!? Since when have you been on the floor!?”

After hearing that, I realized that I’d been on the floor for quite some time. When I moved the hand that was wrapped around her waist, I noticed that her body was also quite cold, so I rushed to pick her up.

I laid Arusha on the bed, slipped beside her, before covering each other in a blanket. I embraced her tightly to circulate heat.

The top of her head hit my nose, and Arusha’s floral scent pervaded my nostrils.

As our bodies gradually heated up under the duvet, my gaze strayed to the part where our bodies overlapped, and I lost my mind.

A soft, lean body. In particular, the two soft bulges were drawn to each other, changing their shapes according to the curves of my own body.

Unable to resist, my hand, which was on Arusha’s back, traveled down the gentle curve of her derriere. Tempted by the suppleness of her skin, I squeezed one of her cheeks. 

“…Mm….”

A slight moan spilled from Arusha’s cute lips, carrying a tantalizing heat. 

My own arousal began to poke against Arusha’s soft thighs, and I bucked my hips away from Arusha, repulsed by my own lack of control. I quickly let go of my hand, which was around her buttocks.

“I-I’m sorry, Arusha…”

With nowhere to go, I looked down at Arusha, and met her gaze as she looked up at me. Her cheeks were dyed a faint red.

I was beguiled by her sensual charm. At this rate, it was obvious what would happen. Thus, I closed my eyes to calm down and block out all the sensory information about Arusha.

“Aah!!”

As I tried to calm down and replayed the swordsmanship movements I’d practiced in my mind, something soft wrapped around my member, caressing it.

My eyes fluttered open due to the unexpected simulation, and I saw Arusha staring at me with a slightly bashful look.

Arusha’s shoulders moved, causing the duvet to slide down, and at the same time, something—something that had been wrapped around my shaft began to move.

When I looked under the duvet, I saw Arusha’s white hand around my shame.

I almost exploded at the sight, but I gritted my teeth, wanting to keep Arusha’s pale, fish-like hands from getting dirty.

“A-Arusha… unhand me…? I don’t want to hurt you like yesterday again…”

“But I wasn’t hurt by what happened yesterday… Lord Rufus, don’t you love me anymore?”

Arusha tightened her fingers around my shaft as if to punish me. However, it only served to excite me further… 

I violently ripped off the blanket and laid Arusha’s bare body on the bed.

“…You’re the one who provoked me.”

I could instantly tell that my expression was full of wanton desires. Arusha, who was laying underneath me, smiled sincerely and reached towards me.

“…You’re so hard right now.”

She was showing the purest of smiles, akin to the angel of god, yet her movement, which only fueled my desire, was akin to that of a devil who led people astray. 

Just like that, what little was left of my reason dissipated like a smoke.

“Ugh… Kuh…!!”

Obscene squelching noises echoed in the room filled with the bright morning sunlight.

No matter how I clamped my mouth shut, the pleasure prevailed, escaping in the form of a gasp.

“Fuh… Ugh… Ah—!!”

Things were fine until Arusha straddled my lap and faced me, inviting me into her innermost part. 

No, this isn’t good… 

It was so good, my back almost blew out.

Arusha swallowed me whole, her insides wrapping around me tenderly. The sensation was so addicting, I was about to lose my mind. As if not minding that in the slightest, Arusha put her hands on my shoulders and slowly bounced up and down.

Is this a dream or an illusion?    

Arusha is straddling me, riding my dick and shaking her hips…

In many ways, I’m dying.

Illuminated by the morning light, the two mounds swayed with her every move, tempting me. Worried that she might fell off, I supported her from below with both hands. I took her red-colored nipples in my mouth alternately, savoring them and eliciting a tantalizing moan from her mouth. She was close to reaching climax. As proof of that, her cunt began to throb and clench around me.

Unable to withstand it, I wrapped Arusha’s arms around my neck, then bent over her upper body, before positioning myself with her hands behind my back.

As I moved my hips so I could thrust up from beneath her, heavy panting, mixed with gasps, rang in my ears.

Encouraged by how wet she was getting, I further sped up the movement of my hips, penetrating Arusha’s deepest part.

“Hyaa!! Aaaaaaah—!!!”

As if she was riding the peak of pleasure, Arusha’s body arched upward as if looking up at the sky as her walls constricted around me, depleting us of our stamina.

“…Sorry, just a little more…”

I held Arusha’s limp body in my arms to support her, and laid her down on the bed.

When I quietly inquired about the situation, the breathless Arusha gave her sign of confirmation.

She seemed so full of ecstasy, so much so that I couldn’t resist the urge to thrust inside her again.

Once Arusha had reached climax, the inside of her vagina seemed to be sucking me. Especially the entrance to her deepest part, which was kissed by my tip. It was sucking wantonly, demanding my seeds.

Overcome by pleasure, I shook my hips as the tingling sensation that crawled down my back became unbearable.

“Arusha!! You are mine…!! I’m cumming!!”

“Aaah—!!! Lord Rufus—!! Mmm—!!”

In order to release all the tingling that had accumulated in my lower back into Arusha’s womb, I buried the tip in the innermost part of her body and ejaculated.

There was just something so satisfying about filling her womb with my semen.

I smiled wryly as I continued to tremble and shot a copious amount of semen. I shook my hips, intending to drench her with the cloudy white liquid.

I threw myself beside Arusha, who was lying in exhaustion, so as not to crush her.

I took a deep breath and stared at Arusha. My eyes met with her orange ones, as she showed me a smile.

Her chocolate hair, which was stuck to her cheeks because of perspiration, flowed behind her as I gently pulled her in for a kiss.

The mere touch of her kiss ignited my heart with an indescribable feeling of euphoria.

“Arusha… I love you… Don’t run away, stay by my side forever.”

I lowered my face to Arusha’s shoulder, and the words came out of my mouth with a slight tremor.

It was akin to the words of a little child. Yet, they were undoubtedly my true feelings.

Even as I agonized over my pathetic side, I clung to Arusha’s delicate body and embraced her.

After what felt like a moment had passed, Arusha gently wound her arms around my back, caressing it in a soothing manner.

“…I love you too, Lord Rufus. If something were to happen again, let’s run away together, okay?”

I chuckled when I heard that line. At the same time, relief spread from deep within my heart.

“Sure. I don’t mind becoming an adventurer… I’ll do my best…”

I sank into the drowsiness that swept over me along with relief. In the solace of Arusha’s arms, a veil of slumber slowly cascaded upon me.

***

Afterwards, at a tea party that also served as a debriefing session, I realized that I misunderstood Arusha’s preference. Apparently, she didn’t like the quiet type. 

Needless to say, I once again showed Arusha the secret apologizing technique of the marquis family.

I had no way of knowing that when we went to my family’s territory to greet them for the wedding, I’d end up burning with jealousy towards my grandfather, who strangely hit it off with Arusha.

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