77 – Pitching a Tent Inside the Tent

“Brad-sama, are you not exhausted?”

“Not at all. Why do you ask?”

Freesia seemed to have come to the tent out of concern for me. When I responded, she placed a hand on her chest and lowered her gaze.

“With your father, Bismarck-sama, missing… and the heartache of facing your blood-related younger brother, Siegfried-sama, I cannot imagine the pain you must be feeling…”

Freesia, overcome with emotion, had pearl-like tears welling in her eyes. Perhaps, despite being my half-sister, she sympathized with me because she had been estranged from her own blood-related sister, Lily, for so long.

But as a reincarnated human, I had no hesitation about confronting Siegfried, regardless of our father, Bismarck.

All I needed to do was act to ensure Siegfried didn’t die, purely to avoid raising Freesia’s… or rather, my own death flags.

Frankly, there was no need to get chummy with Siegfried.

Nor was there any benefit to it.

“All I can do is this much…”

Whoa, hold on!

In a tent where anyone could barge in at any moment, Freesia began unbuttoning the back of her dress and started to undress.

“I’m not tired! You just want to sleep with me, don’t you!? Stop, don’t undress here!”

“Yes, after being kept waiting by Brad-sama for three days, my secret garden is in heat like a bitch.”

Freesia gazed at me with melting eyes. As the buttons came undone, the fabric of her dress lost its shape and slipped off her skin.

And with that, her bountiful breasts were laid bare before my eyes.

Yeah, those are some nice boobs, as always!

No, wait.

“What are you doing!? Cover yourself up! I’ve told you time and again, we’re no longer engaged or lovers. If someone saw this, they’d get the wrong idea! You might end up being mocked as a lewd saintess by other men.”

I didn’t even understand why I cared so much about Freesia or worried about her like this, but something about her reckless behavior made me anxious.

In my previous life, I was more than a decade older than her, so maybe it was some kind of parental love?

“Then hurry and embrace me to calm your raging desire.”

I see, a play on words with “calm” and… a certain body part?

Damn it… No matter how sage-like my words were, my body’s reaction was the complete opposite. Freesia’s beautiful half-naked form had made my “little warrior” stand tall and proud.

I wasn’t boasting, but my strength was such that I rarely lost to ordinary people, even in something like sumo wrestling.

But when Freesia, with her breasts exposed, pressed their tips against me and inched closer with her breathy whispers, my feet instinctively shuffled backward.

My heel caught in a dip in the ground.

Though the tent was lined with a carpet, it was hard to smooth out all the uneven soil. There was a sleeping mat on the carpet, and as Freesia pressed closer, I lost my balance and fell.

“I’m so happy to become one with Brad-sama again.”

“What!?”

Before I knew it, my pants and underwear had been pulled off, and Freesia was smiling. She must’ve slipped her hands into my waistband as I fell, using my momentum to deftly strip me.

This girl… she’s too skilled…

Freesia moved as if she were straddling a motorcycle seat, aiming to sit on me. My “seat” came equipped with a manual gearshift, so to speak…

With remarkable dexterity, Freesia was attempting to operate it with her lower body.

“Brad-dono! I have a report…”

Eek!?

Omoneil’s voice came from outside the tent, and I hurriedly grabbed the blanket and threw it over Freesia.

“Come in!”

“Pardon the intrusion.”

As Omoneil slipped through the tent’s entrance like passing through a curtain, it happened.

“My apologies, were you resting?”

“Nhoooo!?”

“Your Highness! What’s wrong!?”