When I Infiltrated the Enemy Nation as a Slave, the Yandere Beauties There Started a Civil War Over Me - Chapter 44: Confirmation
Chapter 44: Confirmation
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According to what I’d heard from Lyra, the crimson-haired strategist’s name was Margaret Valenford. Her exceptional talent placed her far above the other strategists in the Valenford lineage.
As a result, Lyra and I refined our plan. Rather than targeting Valenford herself, we decided to focus on the nobles under her command first, gathering information from them—or pressuring them, if necessary.
Today was the day I’d finally hear the details about those nobles from Lyra, who had been investigating them for me.
“Luke, were you just thinking about another girl besides me?”
“…”
While eating with Cecifelia, lost in thoughts about the plan, her sudden question jolted me back to reality.
Even though I hadn’t said a word, she somehow sensed what was on my mind. It was unsettling—almost beyond human intuition. Still, I replied calmly.
“As a slave, there’s no point in me thinking about women, so no, I wasn’t.”
“Is that so? Then, just for fun, imagine the last woman you met who isn’t me.”
At her insistence, the first face that came to mind was Lyra’s.
“Whose face did you think of?”
“Miss Celestine.”
Of course, I couldn’t tell Cecifelia about meeting Lyra, so I mentioned Celestine, whom I had seen during a formal dinner.
After a brief pause, Cecifelia spoke.
“Hmm… well, putting that aside— I can’t hold back anymore!”
“…!”
Suddenly, Cecifelia, sitting beside me, leaned in and hugged me. But it wasn’t just a simple embrace—she pressed my face into her chest.
“Ahh! Yes, this feeling… It’s been about ten days since your face was last squished in my chest, right? How is it?”
In reality, it had only been a few days, but no matter how many times it happened, I could never get used to having my face buried like this.
That perfect softness and springiness, unlike anything else… Even through her noblewoman’s attire, Cecifelia’s ample size made the sensation impossible to ignore.
“Haah… I could stay like this forever. It’s so fulfilling, you know? But— if we’re going this far, I’d like to make you feel even better, Luke. Maybe I could squeeze you somewhere else~.”
“…!”
Her words instantly made my mind wander into inappropriate territory, causing my face to heat up.
Noticing my reaction, Cecifelia gently stroked my head and, with a smile, looked me in the eyes.
“Luke, you’re so cute~! Are you blushing because you got embarrassed?”
“…I’m not.”
“Ahh, you’re just too adorable!! First, it was through clothes, then through underwear, but now… I want to press your face directly against my chest~.”
“…!”
Hearing the word directly, I couldn’t help but recall the times Celestine and Lyra had pressed my face against their bare chests.
The sensation of a large, soft chest covering not just my face but even my ears—it was overwhelming, even through clothes. Remembering it made my face grow even hotter.
As those thoughts swirled in my mind, Cecifelia, still hugging me, tightened her grip. Her tone darkened as she spoke.
“Hey, Luke… Were you just thinking about another woman besides me?”
“…Huh? N-No, of course not…”
“Really? Just now, it looked like your focus shifted away from me for a moment.”
…Could she really tell that much just from my split-second reaction?
It was true that Cecifelia had sharp intuition, but even she couldn’t possibly notice such subtle details during a casual conversation—unless she already had some reason to suspect me.
Was she acting on intuition? Or had she caught onto something? Either way, hoping this was just random guessing would be a mistake.
As I struggled to make sense of her behavior, Cecifelia paused briefly before speaking again.
“If it’s true that you shifted your focus away from me while I was talking about pressing your face directly against my chest, then that’s a huge problem, isn’t it? To confirm that, I have something I want to ask you. Once we’re done with this meal, let’s head to the bedroom together.”
She was probably referring to whatever suspicion she had about me… But still.
“If it’s just to confirm something, wouldn’t it be fine to do it here at the dining table—”
“Depending on how our conversation goes, I might need to punish you using the bed, so the bedroom is necessary.”
“…I see.”
Whenever Cecifelia invited me to the bedroom, it almost always signaled bad news. And when she mentioned using the bed as part of the situation, it was almost guaranteed to spell trouble for me.
…I wanted to head to the church and meet with Lyra as soon as possible, but if I ignored Cecifelia and left the estate now, I couldn’t imagine what might await me upon my return. For now, it was best to go along with her.
With that decision made, Cecifelia and I finished our meal and left the dining room together, heading to the bedroom.
“Lie down on my bed.”
“…”
Resisting her now would only give Cecifelia more reason to suspect me, so I did as I was told and lay down on her bed.
And then—just as before—Cecifelia pulled a pair of handcuffs out from her pocket.
“Wait! Please hold on a second!”
Last time, I had no choice but to accept the handcuffs because I had been at fault—whether it was breaking our agreed time or carrying a discount coupon for brothel clients.
But this time, I didn’t even know what Cecifelia wanted to discuss.
“If this is just about confirming something, wouldn’t it make sense to decide whether or not handcuffs are necessary after the discussion?”
I tried to reason with her. Cecifelia responded with a calm but decisive tone.
“If the confirmation shows that you’ve done nothing wrong, I’ll take the handcuffs off immediately. That’s fair, right?”
“…Fine.”
Not knowing what she wanted to confirm, I realized that opposing her now would only make things worse. Reluctantly, I nodded in agreement.
With that, Cecifelia clasped the handcuffs around my wrists, then secured them to an open space on the patterned bedboard. Once I was restrained, she looked me directly in the eyes and spoke.
“Luke… I have something I want to confirm right away—did you go to the church a few days ago?”
…!?
I was genuinely surprised by how specific her question was. It wasn’t something vague like whether I’d left the estate, but directly about whether I had gone to the church. She wouldn’t ask something so precise unless she already had some degree of certainty.
“…Why are you asking that?”
Trying to gauge how much Cecifelia already knew, I asked back. Without any hesitation, she responded.
“Luke, just answer with yes or no to my question.”
“…”
Since I always tell Cecifelia I’m going to the city whenever I leave the estate, admitting to this outright wouldn’t benefit me in any way.
But… the fact that she’s asking such a specific question means she’s already fairly certain I went to the church.
Besides, simply admitting to visiting the church wouldn’t likely lead to any extreme punishment.
If that’s the case, I should admit to the church visit for now, but when it comes to the deeper questions that will likely follow—the ones that determine the severity of her so-called punishment—I’ll need to choose my answers carefully.
“Yes, I went.”
“…!”
Hearing my answer, Cecifelia fell silent for a moment. Then, with an empty gaze and a cold tone, she spoke.
“I see… So it was true after all. That’s all I wanted to confirm with you, Luke.”
Her voice softened slightly, though her gaze remained sharp.
“Then… I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll forget all about any other woman.”