Chapter 42.
"You are truly a very good, very thoughtful person."
The girl's smile was genuine yet melancholic.
"If Haruhime were not this low-born person, and could have met you in another way..."
"Miss Haruhime."
Eugene interrupted her, his voice serious.
"Please do not disparage yourself like this."
"In my eyes, your beauty is unparalleled."
"Furthermore, in this world, where is the line between the low-born and the noble?"
"You are only here because you have no other choice."
"Does this alone mean you are inferior?"
"Then, are the powerful and famous Amazon warriors of the Ishtar Familia, who are respected by all-are they also low-born!?"
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Eugene's voice grew louder, his expression becoming agitated, even showing clear indignation.
Every word he spoke pierced Haruhime's heart.
Her heart, adhering to the customs of the Far East, valued chastity above all else.
She could disregard life and death, but she was deeply ashamed of her life as a courtesan.
In her own words: "I am a low-born courtesan. How can I be worthy of standing with a hero and receiving salvation?"
It could be said that this identity was Haruhime's true inner demon.
It was the fundamental reason she lost the will to resist.
But in Eugene's eyes, this was no issue at all.
Not to mention that she hadn't been touched at all.
Take Stephen Chow's movie The Mad Monk, for instance: the Tofu Beauty played by Maggie Cheung eventually went from being a courtesan to returning to ordinary life, and ultimately achieved enlightenment.
How can we call a female Bodhisattva low-born!
Eugene's words were firm, the strength in his voice constantly penetrating Haruhime's lost heart.
"Aisha..."
She recalled the bold and magnificent older sister, who would bring her various objects from her homeland, protect her in the Dungeon, and drive away unsuitable people for her.
Could such a kind Aisha also be considered low-born?
"No, that's not right... She is definitely not..."
Haruhime couldn't help but shed tears again.
She was only sixteen, kidnapped from her distant homeland and stripped of her freedom in Orario.
She was not even as strong as Lili; she was, in the truest sense, an ordinary, beautiful girl.
Haruhime covered her face, and the emotions suppressed for years burst out at this moment.
She had suffered too much injustice.
Being scrutinized and sold like property.
Forced to yield to the might of the strong and sell her dignity here.
Ultimately, she was even forced to sacrifice her life.
This cruel life was nothing short of an endless nightmare for Haruhime.
That's enough.
Eugene reached out, his powerful arm supporting Haruhime's slightly frail shoulder, letting her tear-streaked face rest against his body.
"Cry. It is a man's honor to lend his shoulder to such a beautiful person."
Silence lingered for a long time.
Haruhime's sobs were intermittent.
In reality, she still hadn't fully vented her emotions.
But at the very least, her heart felt comforted.
"I am not low-born."
"At least, I shouldn't look down on myself and resign myself to being low-born."
Haruhime's mindset changed at this moment.
Although Eugene only used very simple examples.
Sometimes, people are just like that-trapped in their own obsession, unable to grasp simple truths.
"Master Eugene."
The delicate beauty gave off a fine fragrance. Haruhime, now accustomed to Eugene's shoulder, no longer had the initial detachment in her eyes.
In its place were joy and gratitude.
Eugene interrupted her before she could speak.
"I told you, this is my honor."
"Don't you dare say thank you or anything like that."
Are you kidding? If I let you say thank you now, what if it triggers the condition and I get put in the friend zone?
Haruhime didn't know Eugene's internal thoughts, only perceiving him as an incredibly kind person.
She tried for the first time to let go of those thoughts, leaning all her weight onto someone else.
Inhale...
Indeed, his chest was very broad, very sturdy, and his scent was pleasant.
Haruhime's lips curved. This was undoubtedly the most perfect haven a woman could imagine.
Just like this, she mustered her courage.
Moving closer, until her delicate hand rested on Eugene's chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat.
"Master Eugene's heart is beating very fast."
"Yes, because of you," Eugene rarely told the truth.
Because in this situation, in this atmosphere, it was genuinely hard to lie.
Faced with such a stunningly beautiful woman, no man could remain calm.
He caught Haruhime's hand, lowered his head to meet her gaze, and intentionally deepened his voice:
"Do you remember what I said?"
"Mutual understanding is the most beautiful thing."
"Mmm..."
Haruhime let out a soft moan, allowing Eugene's hand to guide her.
Stroking the curve of her jaw, feeling the thickness of her earlobe, the skin of her neck, the bobbing of her Adam's apple.
Finally, her lips.
"A man's lips seem to be thicker?"
The girl teased with interest.
"Men value their pride, and their mouths are usually stubborn, but there are always times when they can't resist..."
"Like now?" Haruhime's eyes curved, sparkling with playful anticipation.
Eugene was a little dazed; this vixen was truly captivating when she let loose.
"Yes, like now."
And so, the night passed.
Nothing happened.
Waking up slowly in the man's embrace, Haruhime's first reaction was one of shock, followed by intense shame.
But when her eyes met Eugene's, that reserve instantly vanished.
She revealed a beautiful, relieved smile she had never shown before, boldly resting her head on Eugene's chest.
"Master Eugene, you are truly naughty."
Last night, she had expected a stormy night.
But in fact, they spent it quietly.
Doesn't this just make me even more attached to you?
Feeling Eugene's warm scent, her emerald eyes flickered with joy and excitement.
In reality, Eugene not pushing further made Haruhime feel even more secure.
Deep down, she had concluded that Eugene was someone she could entrust herself to, not a frivolous man with sweet words.
One's perspective is not something that can be changed in a day or two.
To completely capture the Fox Person girl's heart, Eugene had to act like a saint.
Alas, I am inherently a passionate man.
To collect my harem, I have to endure this grievance once.
If it were just for the magic, Eugene could have resolved it in minutes with a single powerful Shattered Skull.
But who could blame her for being so exquisitely charming and heart-stirring?
To "steal her heart," he had to follow the pure-love route.
The Minotaur King, it seems, cannot refuse the Vixen.
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