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As the saying goes, the smartest thing in a tight situation is to retreat. Sometimes there is no way out, and sometimes it is better to run away.
I intuitively knew that now is such a time.
“Where are you going, Clo! Why are you running away?!”
“I’m sorry, I just remembered something I have to do. Forgive my rudeness!”
“How about those wonderfully muscular legs you just showed off for an apology?”
“How about no! And that kind of reaction is why I’m running away!”
Damn it! I can’t seem to shake off Mrs. Vert even though I’m trying my best to run away from her.
She looks like the type that works an office job, and is not very good at exercising. So, why is it that I can’t shake her off? I’m sure she’s chasing after me with some sort of support magic to strengthen her body, or perhaps movement magic.
“I use magic to keep my body at around twenty years old, and exercise to stay in shape! Instead of me touching you, you can play with this body all you want if that’s what you prefer!”
“Please stop. What you’re saying is very misleading!”
“Don’t worry, I’ve already cast the [Recognition Inhibit] spell on us, so no matter how loud the moans are, no one around us will hear it! So, it doesn’t matter if you touch me right now!”
“That;s just asking for nothing but trouble!”
I have been wondering why no one was looking this way even though we had been running around screaming, And, what the hell is she screaming about? Is she a pervert? …She’s a pervert.
“But if you move away from me beyond a certain distance, my spell will be broken. But even then, I’m still under the spell. In short, you’ll look like a suspicious man running by yourself until I cast it again!”
“And if I want you to cast that spell again, you’re going to ask me to touch you, right?!”
“Exactly!”
Damn, even ger threats are perfect. I need to escape, but I don’t know how far away to go.
Why? I thought that since she holds the title of the Archwizard and is Chartreuse’s Mother, she would be (somewhat) honorable. Even though she might be awkward with her words, she is at least straightforward in her ambition about magic. But why is she exhibiting such a perverted fetish for my body?
I don’t particularly mind that she likes my body, but coming up to someone you just met for the first time today and asking to let you touch and lick them is too perverted. Damn… I guess that means Mrs Vert in the official setting and Mrs Vert in this world are different. No, it will be very troublesome if in the official setting, a female character of an Otome game, the Mother of a target no less, has a body fetish!
“You have a Husband and a Son, don’t you? What are you thinking, allowing yourself to be taken by another man?”
“It is impolite not to offer your body to another man when you demand his body!”
“You’re right— I mean wrong!”
I was almost convinced for a moment, but that was not a decent enough reason to play with someone’s body, or let mine be played with.
So is that it? She’s just after my body? I’ve never imagined I’ll become the target.
“Now, do excuse me. I’m not only here for your body, I’m also interested in you yourself.”
“What!?”
Mrs. Vert, who seems to suddenly be able to read my mind, instantly goes around in front of me the moment I turn the corner into an alleyway.
Wait, could that be [Teleportation]? She executes such a fairly high-ranking magic that easily? As expected of an Archwizard. I wish I could get impressed under different circumstances though.
Either way, she’s still a pervert who demands my body. In a state of panic, I pondered over what my next step should be.
“Now, what do I have to do to get you to let me touch you?”
Mrs. Vert asked me with a calm expression.
I expected her to use a binding spell or something like that to block my movements, so I am a little surprised. Still, it will not be strange if she uses it any time now.
“…I’m sorry, but I have a Wife and a Child. I can’t allow myself to be in a physical relationship with another person.”
“I see, you love your Wife a lot.”
“Please don’t come close and try to touch my arm when talking.”
“Not even your arm?”
“No.”
Is this really Mrs. Vert, the Mother of that ridiculously earnest Chartreuse and one of the few people in the kingdom who hold the title Archwizard?
She certainly seems to be very skilled in magic. She is able to use [Recognition Inhibition] and [Teleportation] with ease. But right now, she just seems like a pervert who wants to touch and lick my body.
“Well, how about an exchange?”
“Not with your body.”
“I have a certain amount of confidence as a woman, but I truly cannot match a real teenager. After all, my age is… It’s sad to face reality…”
“Eh, ah, no. Mrs Vert is very attractive, but that’s not what I mean.”
Mrs Vert herself is certainly an attractive woman. She is overflowing with mature charm. It is certainly hard to imagine that she’s the Mother of a 15 years old boy. …No, wait, why am I covering for her?
“Just joking. My age brings a different sort of pithole. I’m not going to cling miserably to something I can’t control.”
Well, if we talk about the number of living years, I should be much older than her, but I feel like I’m going to lose to her in an argument no matter what. Mrs Vert just seems to be that type.
“Well, I’ll certainly answer when asked, but I’m offering a different kind of exchange. …Ah, and just so you know, I do not get physical with just anyone.”
“…I see.”
How can I possibly believe you when you’re acting like this when we’ve just met? Still, I just have to verbally agree.
“I’m also well-versed in conjuring. I can make you dream of any situation you like… for example…”
“Rejected.”
“I can teach Miss Violet some techniques…”
“Rejected.”
“I can help you get a good position in the kingdom…”
“I hate to break it to you, but the royal family hates me and I hate them.”
“Money?”
“I have enough.”
“…………”
“…………”
“What do you want then?!”
“You’ll have to figure it out yourself!”
Hey, is she really an Archwizard?
…Could it be that the strangely accommodating nature of Chartreuse is a genetic trait from Mrs. Vert?
“I guess I’ll have to restrain you… But that’s a crime, and I don’t like to force anyone… Ah, but I want to enjoy your body…!”
…After this, we stopped running and somehow moved to persuasion.
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