How to Steal the Protagonist’s Woman 495

Chapter 495 – Chapter 495 Between Family and Family

As soon as the sun rose, I got up and went to visit Beatrice.

And he asked straight forward.

“Beatrice.”
“Nyan?”

Beatrice settled between the sleeping spirits of Orwell and Beatrix and began to look at me, tilting his head.

“Do you remember their names?”
“Those guys?”

He asked in more detail to Beatrice, who was tilting her head.

“Those who bullied you in your dreams.”
“Ah… I remember.”

If it had been described in detail even in my dreams, I would have kept my memory well.

Beatrice looked at me and put on a questioning expression as if asking why.

I said looking at her.

“Tell me all the names.”
“All… ?”
“Yes, everything.”

Beatrice pondered for a moment, then she began to tell me the names step by step.

And as soon as I heard the name, I started adding it to the list of spirit summoning arts one by one.

A total of six names were given by Beatrice.

“As if that was all.”
“OK.”

I answered that and immediately performed the spirit summoning ceremony.

All of the summoned souls were summoned before me without exception.

Sasasac!

(What, what! W, where is this place?)
(What is this? Is this Lee Seong?)

I said to the prisoners who looked around in bewilderment.

“It was I who called you.”

I omitted the introduction and explained the current situation as briefly as possible.

Then, he explained the reason for the direct call.

“Give me a chance to apologize. Apologize even now.”
“….”

Beatrice began to look at me with her uneasy eyes.

Actually, I didn’t expect much.

If it came out shamelessly here, it was summoned with the intention of replacing Beatrice with the vengeance piled up on Beatrice while destroying it with her brain-attribute magic.

Upon seeing Beatrice, the Miao people began to notice each other.

‘Wouldn’t it be better to just retaliate before talking nonsense?’

It was the moment I was so worried.

(Sorry!)

A Miao tribe suddenly bowed its head and apologized loudly.

And starting with the Miao people, the other five people all bowed in unison and began to apologize.

(I’m really sorry…)
(Sorry for saying that back then!)
“….”

It was not a forced apology because of coercion.

It was a sincere apology.

After they apologized profusely, they straightened their backs and began to convey their sincerity to Beatrice.

(I found out after I died. How stupid we did was….)
(That’s right… I really regretted it.)

As they were in the middle of apologizing to Beatrice, the two people lying next to her also began to wake up.

(Oops? Why are they here?)
(Could it be that you summoned me?)
“Yes.”

Orwell, who sighed along with my answer, began to explain in a low voice.

(It’s been quite a while since those guys died. Everyone is already reflecting.)

Like Orwell and Beatrix, they also died and explained that they were staying in the afterlife.

There, not only the Miao people, but even the story that all the beings who died until now are living huddled and aung daung….

Orwell glanced at the silent Beatrice and whispered softly.

(Forgiveness is your freedom.)
“….”

Beatrice listened to Orwell’s words and said to the Miao people with a bitter smile.

“I have no intention of forgiving.”
(….)

It was that moment when all the young Miao people were silent with a bitter expression on their faces.

“In the first place, I’ve never been angry with you guys.”
(…What?)
“I just….”

Beatrice smiled at me and opened her mouth.

“I just thought it was unfortunate that you guys weren’t destined to be friends with me. I just found a friend like that….”
(…Okay.)

Orwell and Beatrix smiled at Beatrice’s words, and the rest of the Miao people closed their eyes and bowed their heads.

And among the Miao tribe, the guy who looked like the leader spoke instead.

(Not being able to be friends with you… It’s the most unfortunate.)
“Heh…. As if it was already too late. Try to find another good friend from now on.”
(Yeah, you’re right. I hope you stay with your current friend until the end. I’m serious, not sarcastic.)
“Okay….”

With Beatrice’s last words, I looked at them and sent them back.

I thought he would cling to life like the spirits in Yggdrasil, but he left more coolly than I thought, to the point of embarrassing me.

(These are the children who died in the war. Rather, you think that way is better than reality, right?)

They told me that the world after death would be happier since they died after living a life devastated by war.

‘It’s a pity. I was going to play Dragoon if I messed up.’

I was going to call him and lose him with lightning and play with his soul, but he apologized so coolly that the situation ended with a sense of loss.

I spoke to Beatrice in a slightly lethargic state.

“Beatrice, what are you going to do with the rice? Would you like to eat together?”
“Ah! That, that… Uh….”

Beatrice began to conflict with me as she kept alternating between me and her parents.

Looking at Beatrice like that, I smiled and said,

“I stay with my parents while I am here. You can eat rice later.”
“Yes… Thank you.”
“Thank you….”

I smiled and left the room and started walking toward the dining room.

But at the same time as I moved my steps, someone’s voice made me stop.

(Wait.)

It was Beatrix.

As soon as I came out, it passed through the wall in a spirit state and spoke to me.

“… What are you doing?”
(That is….)

Beatrix looked carefully at the wall he had broken through, then he smiled and whispered to me.

(I have a favor to ask of you.)
“Please? Please speak”

It was not someone else, it was Beatrice’s mother’s request. I thought I would do my best to listen.

(Hug Biche.)
“….”

My mind has changed.

It was not Beatrice’s mother, but a strange woman’s request.

The evaluation of the species called the succubus was about to fall sharply as he suddenly asked for strange requests without end.

But after hearing her story in detail, I could understand why she said that.

(I think Biche just reached maturity.)
“… Maturity?”

Succubus was a race that seduced men at the same time as having the title of dream horse.

However, they did not have the ability to seduce men because they were born with sexual desire.

Rather, it was that if you do not become a proper adult, you do not feel sexual desire at all, to the point that even the concept of sexual desire is difficult to understand.

(Succubus is rather a race without sexual desire before reaching maturity. I was like that too.)

I finally understood why Beatrice had [Sex Skill Immunity] And [Sexual Desire Control] Disposition.

(But when you reach maturity, your first sexual desire starts to creep in. Now is your chance.)

In other words, since it was the stage of maturity that had just been activated, it meant that he should seize the opportunity and attack Beatrice.

“Anyway, that’s a bit….”

Yes, my desire to sleep with Beatrice was like a chimney.

But it’s not that we have sex because we agree, but if the other person says to aim now because he’s in heat, that’s….

Rather, when the maturity period passes later, I wondered if I could stare at it again.

However, after hearing Beatrix’s next words, I had no choice but to erase those poor thoughts right away.

(Once a succubus reaches maturity, it will continue to build up sexual desire until it chooses a partner.)
“… Yes?”
(If that sexual desire keeps building up and you lose your senses and rush at someone else… Would you like it?)

That’s not it.

I had to avoid that much.

Beatrice’s first is mine! No! Just Beatrice is mine!

Looking at my burning eyes, Beatrix smiled, then tapped me on the shoulder and told me.

(And above all…)
“… ?”
(The maturity of a succubus does not come when you want it.)
“Sure?”

Beatrix replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

(Once I met my husband, I entered my maturity.)

As Beatrix replied, he stared at the ceiling with his pupils, as if recalling the past, and began to reminisce.

(When I saw his husband, nothing like that at all. He accidentally rescued me. Then… He was dazzling as a light flashed over his head.)
Haha….”
(Did you understand?)

What do you mean you understand? Is it a story about understanding Orwell’s charm?

When I put on a questioning expression, Beatrix sighed and began to grumble.

(The non-body is in that state now.)
“… Yes?”

Beatrice said she had been talking to both parents all night.

However, in the course of that conversation, Beatrix said that she was able to see through her daughter’s maturity.

(Do you know how much Biche blinks when he talks about you?)
“Ah….”
(That’s a sign of maturity. A succubus never makes that face unless it’s mature.)

Once I understood.

It was a story that if he did not sleep with Beatrice, who had reached maturity, he might not be able to control his accumulated sexual desire and attack another man.

Instinct is dangerous, but….

“But what to do….”

If you could have sex just because you wanted to, then all beings in this world wouldn’t have had a headache because of reproduction.

Beatrix nodded his head and said to me when I made a face that seemed to roughly understand.

(Tonight.)
“… ?”
(Please send me and her husband back to the original world for a little while tonight. And while we are alone….)

Beatrix began to advise me on her experiences as a succubus.

..
..

Let me tell you a surprising fact.

It was the fact that the soul also needed rest.

Even the spirits are sometimes said to suffer from insomnia.

Fortunately, there is no need to worry about food and sleep, so even if you get insomnia in reality, in the majority of cases, insomnia disappears after you die.

Unexpectedly, the explanation of the dead was that many things would be solved by dying.

(It’s not because the ghosts are trying to drag the living away.)
“… Is it because of that? Aren’t they like demons?”
(Ah, you should rather pray that the evil spirits don’t die? They live for the fun of watching the living ones get scared….)

Talking with Orwell revealed a lot of interesting facts to him.

It would be an error to standardize and generalize the afterlife of the entire universe as the afterlife of this continent, but there was nothing wrong with knowing it.

Just as I was having a conversation with Orwell, Beatrix happened to approach Orwell and open her mouth.

(Now, honey. Let’s go soon.)
(Ghmm… Can I just sleep here? I want to sleep with my daughter….)
(Because Biche can’t sleep anyway. Better to do something constructive.)

Saying that, Beatrix secretly winked at me.

Beatrice looked slightly uneasy as she looked back and forth between me and her parents.

“Mom and dad… Will you call me again?”
“Don’t worry, it’s not difficult to sing.”
“Heh… Got it.”

Beatrice talked to her parents all day, starting last night.

She probably wouldn’t get tired of it yet, but since the two of them had to sleep anyway, it was the same as spending lonely time alone.

(Vice, see you later.)
(Daughter… If he ever does something strange, tell me right away….)
(You don’t talk nonsense! Let’s go!)
(Now, time for parting…!)
(It’s coming later anyway, so what!)

Beatrix pulled Orwell’s long ears like that, looked at me, winked softly, and disappeared into the afterlife.

“….”
“….”

Thus, only Beatrice and I were left in the room.

Beatrice, who was normally chatty like a tomboy, was unable to fix her gaze and was confused about her pupils.

Then, when our eyes met….

“Hot!”
“….”

Startled, the rabbit opened its eyes and started looking around again.

Why are you playing alone? If anyone sees it, they’ll think it’s the landlord who came to collect the overdue rent.

‘… It’s definitely very different from usual.’

I could feel that the reaction was too much to be just shy.

‘You look really mature. Then….’

Remembering Beatrice’s advice, I spoke to Beatrice first.