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I Have A Damn Family Again - Chapter 327

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Chapter 327: Alone (10)

-Sizzle.

“How is it?”

Harnie cautiously asked as I pulled back the curtain.

“…It seems fine for now. I was worried someone in the territory might recognize me, but it seems that’s not the case.”

The pursuers hadn’t entered Lusmire. And the weak illusion enchantment on my clothes, designed to confuse and disorient, was working as intended, successfully masking my presence from the villagers.

And I had been lucky.

“No one seems particularly interested, perhaps because this is where Camilla lives.”

“That’s a relief.”

Yes, it was.

While we had managed to prepare dinner, we had to be even more vigilant as night approached.

Animals were most vulnerable when they slept. And humans, in a similar situation, were no different.

To be captured while sleeping would be a disaster. Or rather, I would likely be killed before they even had a chance to capture me.

Knowing that we were safe, at least for now, was a comfort.

The day in Lusmire, a temporary refuge from the pursuit, was coming to an end.

It had been an eventful day.

The comical struggle with the cursed outfit.

The unexpected wardrobe malfunction, forcing us to share clothes.

The awkward meal, with both of us constantly glancing at each other, trying to avoid eye contact.

“…But are you going to keep standing there?”

“What?”

“It’s time to sleep. There’s no need to be on guard anymore.”

She was right.

After such a tiring day, I needed to rest.

My stamina and action points were almost depleted. And I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, let alone the remaining two days of the timer.

I needed to recover, to replenish my stamina and action points, which had been drained by the long journey and the Kelbia-infested fields. And I had to get rid of the fatigue, which was lowering my stats.

But…

I had the same problem as in Illeor.

No, perhaps it was even worse this time.

“There’s only one room, Harnie.”

“So?”

“…And only one bed.”

“I know.”

“It’s a small bed, since it was meant for just Camilla.”

“I know that, too.”

Harnie readily agreed.

“Are you seriously worried about this now? Honestly…”

“It would be strange if I wasn’t.”

“It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve shared a bed.”

Had we? I tried to remember.

‘Well… she’s not wrong…’

We had shared a bed several times.

But even so, I couldn’t just ignore this.

“…This situation is… a bit different.”

“How so?”

Well, look at what she was wearing.

I glanced at her, my eyes lingering on her for a moment, then quickly looking away.

She was wearing my shirt, and nothing else. The thin fabric barely concealed her curves, her cleavage and thighs exposed.

If we got into that bed, our bodies would be touching.

“And after… after everything that happened earlier…”

“What? What did you just say?”

“Just get in bed!”

-Thud.

The soft mattress, her faint scent, the warmth of her skin against mine, the comforting weight of her body…

The bed was surprisingly comfortable.

‘…Here we go again.’

I scratched my head, a familiar sense of awkwardness washing over me.

But as I lay there, exhaustion overwhelmed me.

I wanted to sleep, my body sinking into the mattress, as if glued to the sheets.

A cold draft swept through the room.

“…Achoo!”

I sneezed, and my eyes instinctively flicked towards her.

Harnie’s violet eyes widened for a moment, then softened.

“It’s cold. This room isn’t very well-insulated, and I might catch a cold if I stay like this.”

“…”

“But… I have a solution.”

“Do you?”

“It’s better than both of us catching colds, isn’t it? You know that.”

She was right. I sighed inwardly.

And once again, I found myself holding her close.

-Scoot.

“Mmm. Warm. I like this.”

How did this happen again?

But perhaps… this was an opportunity.

‘I should… tell her.’

I had received a lot of help from Harnie. But it had to stop.

I couldn’t keep relying on her.

She couldn’t be involved in this, not while I was being pursued.

She couldn't be seen helping a wanted man, a suspected traitor.

It was too dangerous for her.

I wanted to tell her, but…

“I’m… feeling a bit sleepy… I think I’ll… go to sleep…”

It seemed the conversation would have to wait.

***

It hadn't been easy removing that outfit.

Carsein’s hands had been all over her body, and she had flinched countless times, suppressing the strange moans that threatened to escape her lips.

Her face burning with embarrassment, she had entered the bathroom and had a sudden thought.

‘Perhaps I could use this… to get closer to him?’

And then, her inner voice had spoken.

-I understand your impure desires, but how?

There was only one room, one bed.

But there were other places to sleep.

He would likely choose to sleep somewhere else.

So how could she prevent that? She pondered this as she bathed.

What conditions were necessary to make him stay, to make him hold her close?

She couldn’t force him. And simply asking wouldn’t work. Unlike Illeor, it wasn’t cold enough to use that as an excuse.

And then, she had an idea.

‘Right. My clothes.’

If she didn’t have any clothes to wear.

If she was forced to remain half-naked, she could use the cold as an excuse.

The spacious bed would become irrelevant, and she would have a reason to snuggle close to him, seeking warmth.

All she had to do was ruin Camilla’s clothes.

Carsein was currently facing the wall as punishment. He wouldn't see her retrieving the clothes. And it wasn't like she would be completely naked.

The only problem was the embarrassment, the intimate contact. She would have to endure it.

-You can only wear Carsein’s shirt. Your cleavage, your thighs… everything will be exposed. Can you handle that?

‘Yes.’

She could.

It had been… blissful.

She had forgotten all about her worries, her anxieties.

Her mind was filled with Carsein.

There was no turning back now.

She had tried to forget, to distance herself, remembering that he had to leave.

But now, being close to him again, she couldn't bear to let him go.

Her desire, her greed, grew stronger.

Being with Carsein made her happy, but she wanted more.

She craved his presence, his touch. She wanted to be closer, to erase the distance between them.

-What about the physical contact? Unlike in the north, your skin will be touching his.

‘…It doesn’t matter.’

She didn't care.

They had already touched, intimately.

It had been embarrassing, flustering. She had even slapped him because of it.

But…

‘His touch… it wasn’t unpleasant.’

It hadn’t been unpleasant.

It was Carsein, after all.

The man she loved.

So, while his touch, as he helped her remove that cursed outfit, had been embarrassing, it hadn’t been unpleasant.

That’s why she could be bolder now.

She could endure the intimate contact, the feeling of his skin against hers.

Her inner voice was silent.

She had deliberately torn Camilla’s clothes in the bathroom and had taken Carsein’s shirt while he was facing the wall, as punishment.

And after emerging from the bathroom,

The torn clothes and the cold had provided the perfect excuse.

Harnie glanced at Carsein.

As expected, he had fallen asleep, oblivious to her actions.

“…I’ve been waiting for this.”

Every second had felt like an eternity.

And now, this moment had finally arrived. She wouldn't waste it.

She could have made small talk, kept him awake, but that would defeat the purpose.

His warmth, his scent, the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat…

Being back in his arms, a place she had thought she would never return to…

And then,

A more… primal desire surfaced.

-Slide.

She moved closer, her body pressing against his.

Her breasts, soft and full, against his firm chest.

And then,

Their faces, inches apart.

She closed her eyes, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss.

A kiss filled with all the love she had been suppressing.

It was more than just warmth, more than just comfort.

A spark ignited, spreading through her body like a jolt of electricity.

“…”

Their lips parted.

She had taken advantage of him while he was sleeping.

But… she couldn’t resist. She had to steal another kiss, while she still could.

And then, her inner voice spoke again.

-Why? Have you forgotten that you have to let him go?

‘I know. I don’t want to hold him back.’

She bit her lip, a sudden pang of guilt piercing her heart.

Harnie’s voice was sharp, defensive.

‘But this is the only time we have left.’

-…

‘I have to cherish this moment, be with him, as close as I can be, for as long as I can.’

If she couldn't create new memories, she would have to cherish the ones she had.

But she knew this wasn't the answer.

It was agonizing.

The knowledge that she had to let him go.

***

The rooster’s crow signaled the start of a new day.

‘It’s cold. This is going to be a harsh winter.’

Camilla, stepping out into the chilly morning air of Lusmire, glanced towards the guest quarters where the two of them were staying.

‘…I should bring them something warm.’

She had provided them with clothes,

And the heating in the guest quarters was decent, considering their improved financial situation.

But she was still worried.

They were nobles, used to a more comfortable lifestyle. This weather must be unbearable for them.

She walked towards their quarters, intending to bring them some extra blankets.

“Young Master, I’m coming in.”

While it was usually considered rude to enter her master's room without knocking, she couldn't risk alerting anyone. She had to be discreet. A soft knock, a whispered announcement, that was all she could do.

Camilla entered the room.

And the sight before her made her speechless.

“…Hmm? Camilla?”

“What? What’s going on…?”

“…”

A man, his eyes still heavy with sleep, sat up in bed.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Just pants.

And the woman beside him was wearing his shirt,

Her lower body bare, the oversized shirt barely concealing her cleavage and thighs.

And they were…

…embracing each other, in the same bed.

It was a compromising position, to say the least.