Chapter 111: Louis XVI Simulator
[I like you.]
[Compared to everyone else, I like you more.]
...
On the stage of the dating show.
Marie Alter used her skill, creating a barrier to block others.
Not to mention Finn and the group of viewers watching the live broadcast outside, even the women present at the scene couldn't see what was happening inside.
What exactly Eikou and Marie Alter were doing in there, they had no idea.
"Still not done yet..."
Through the slit of the knight's helmet, Jeanne Alter looked toward that barrier, for some reason she felt extremely restless.
This punishment game was a dating show, so it was normal for the girls to feel embarrassed, but to the point of setting up a barrier to shield everyone—that was way too much.
Or rather, the more you hide, the more suspicious it becomes.
Just to what extent, or just how embarrassing, did it have to be that they needed a barrier like this to cover it up!
Jeanne Alter really found it difficult not to care about what was happening inside.
"Umm, Marie-sama and Eikou-san, what are they doing in there? Does it really need to be covered up?"
A clear, melodious female voice raised the same question.
That sound was so familiar, Jeanne Alter didn't even need to turn her head to know who was speaking.
It was none other than her elder sister, Jeanne d'Arc A.K.A White Jeanne, Saint Jeanne or Jeanne Origin.
As a member of Marie's team, Jeanne of course also had to participate in this game.
Although this holy maiden was very embarrassed, because of her serious personality she had long since changed clothes backstage, adjusting her spirit origin once again.
Jeanne, deciding to appear with the image of herself in a white competition swimsuit!
"..."
Jeanne Alter silently looked at her current appearance.
Whether it was the graceful slim waist accentuated by the swimsuit, the voluptuous and alluring curves at her chest and hips, or her beautiful, pure, and dignified face, coupled with the intellectual onee-san aura exuding from her glasses,
None of these were things that that guy Eikou could resist!
While Jeanne Alter was observing her, the other also noticed her gaze through her glasses.
Jeanne Alter secretly cried out that this was bad, then feeling guilty, hurriedly shifted her line of sight.
Just don't let this crazy woman notice me!
But unfortunately it was too late, Jeanne revealed a gentle smile and walked over.
"Isn't this Sir Lancelot?"
Swimsuit Jeanne grasped the armored arm of the knight,
While Jeanne Alter in full knight armor hurriedly turned her head away, pretending not to notice her.
"There's no need to avoid me like that, Sir Lancelot. Even if you have joined the Britain class, don't feel guilty towards us. Perhaps the reason you went Berserk was exactly because of the guilt of being caught between two sides…"
Swimsuit Jeanne smiled radiantly like the sun.
"But don't worry, as long as you give your all to the faith within yourself, that is enough."
Well said, that smile almost blinded me, but could you not come this close!
Jeanne Alter furiously complained in her heart about the other.
You really are a crazy woman, don't you know how lethal you look wearing a swimsuit like this to men? If I really were Lancelot, I would have already gone Berserk by now!
After simply greeting Lancelot, Swimsuit Jeanne obediently returned to her original spot, took out a thermos bottle from her pouch, poured a cup of water, then drank a sip.
Jeanne Alter glanced over, wondering where the hell she got that water.
The checkpoints in this race were very stingy toward contestants, even if you wanted just a sip of water to moisten your throat you had to draw lots for it.
The only thing this damn place provided in unlimited supply, as much as you wanted, was vodka.
Hmm? Wait a second... Vodka?... Vodka!!!
You idiot, where the hell did you get that 'water' from?!
...
Thump, thump.
Eikou heard the sound of his own heartbeat.
"..."
His immature heart was shaken violently.
The Marie Alter before him could be the princess of Austria, a mother who loved her children, or the virtuous wife of an emperor.
Could anyone truly refuse such a peerless beauty?
Just as Finn-sensei had said, the spirit origin of Marie Alter seemed to have merged with many of men's romantic ideals, already becoming a concept-level Goddess!
In terms of charm, she was just as overwhelming as Goetia or ORT!
To round it up, right now Mochizuki Eikou was practically soloing against Goetia, and had even fallen into a battle of utter despair!
Was this the treatment of Louis XVI, King of France, Marie's former husband?
Eikou once again heard the fierce pounding of his heart.
Calm down!
A chibi Gawain appeared on his right shoulder and whispered: "Calm yourself, Sir Eikou, this is only an act in a dating show. Besides, the other party is not only a mother but also a wife. Could it be you also want to make a move? Do you want to be misunderstood, mistaken for having that kind of twisted hobby? To be branded with the nickname Lancelot the II?"
But on his left shoulder, another voice, a chibi Tristan, was whispering: "Precisely because you know it's impossible, isn't it exactly this kind of forbidden relationship that makes it all the more exciting? Do it, Sir Eikou, be a real man of culture!"
Damn you Tristan, you bastard, always giving me works of the married woman genre, now my head's all messed up!
Thump, thump...
Eikou's heartbeat grew faster, the rhythm that he had barely managed to stabilize was about to skyrocket again.
The opponent's offensive was this overwhelming, not to mention biting through his lips, even if he bit off his tongue it would still be hard to divert his focus.
"What's wrong, why such a conflicted and pained expression?"
Seeing Eikou so restless, Marie Alter's warm, slender hand couldn't help but stroke his head.
That tolerance overflowing with both maternal love and romantic affection made him, for a moment, completely unsure of what role he was in within this relationship—was he being treated as a child, or as a husband?
Or as a forbidden lover outside of her husband?
Whichever it was, it was not something he could withstand!
Resting on the mature woman's thighs, soft yet firm and springy, being spoiled unconditionally like this, Eikou felt his mind spinning in dizziness.
"It's fine, you don't need to think about anything. There are still two minutes left, so enjoy this time well."
Marie Alter slightly parted her cherry lips, her words sweet as sugar dusted with frost,
"...But if you feel lonely later, you can come find me to play too."
There's even a private date invitation?!
No, in his heart he told himself that this was absolutely just a seductive line she casually threw out in this situation, definitely not to be misunderstood!
After all, they had only just officially met not long ago, how could such an invitation suddenly be given?
So, for now, just treat it as playful words.
Seeing that he didn't respond at all, Marie Alter suddenly said: "Not answering? Could it be you don't want to see me again later?"
"??"
Wait—are you actually being serious?!
And asking so directly like this, leaving absolutely no room for misunderstanding!
Weren't the French supposed to be skilled at romantic language, why be so blunt at a time like this?
"I..."
Mochizuki Eikou, full of caution, originally didn't plan to answer this trap of a question, but then he thought of his position as a judge, his responsibility being to cooperate with the contestants' performances.
And at this moment, Marie Alter only had two minutes left.
"...I do."
Well, that was the only way he could respond.
Upon receiving that affirmative answer, Marie Alter's golden eyes narrowed slightly into a beautiful crescent moon, and a charming blush spread across her lovely face.
"Then, let us leave behind a French kiss as our promise..."