Chapter 76: Nighttime Conversation with Morgan
[You and everyone just played a multiplayer competitive game called "Love Sleeping," leaving you with no small psychological trauma…]
[For a while, you will not touch any video games.]
[Obtained Encouragement Dice *1]
[At night, you and Gawain sleep in the same room. The latter had fallen asleep early, but you tossed and turned, unable to sleep; in an unfamiliar environment, it's hard for you to drift off.]
[You feel thirsty.]
[Your first reaction is to wonder if going for water at midnight would mean running into a ghost woman, but you quickly realize this is Morgan's house, not some suspicious student dormitory. It's very safe here—at least no ghost woman would dare enter.]
"…"
Eikou lay under the blanket, wearing headphones, listening to sleep-aid ASMR, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Tomorrow was the monthly exam, and the more he thought about needing to sleep early, the harder it became to fall asleep.
Although he didn't want to leave the blanket, his throat was so parched that he was forced to get out of bed for some water.
"Gawain?"
Eikou called to the person beside him, but Gawain was sleeping soundly, completely undisturbed.
It seemed he had no choice but to get water himself.
Wearing pajamas and slippers, he casually wrapped the earphone cord around his neck, then headed straight out of the room.
As mentioned before, Morgan's mansion was very large. Even though she had deliberately intended to build a smaller, cozier home, it was still extremely spacious and luxurious. Just by looking, one could see many rooms: Morgan's, Gawain's, Baobhan Sith's, Mordred's, Agravain's, Gareth's, Gaheris's, and even Melusine's temporary room.
Eikou couldn't help but be impressed—was Morgan's maternal love too great? From daughter in the Lostbelt to children of pan-human history, she had adopted them all.
What would it be like if he truly integrated into this family? Whether as Baobhan Sith's boyfriend or as Morgan's husband, it was hard to imagine.
Thinking as he walked to the living room, he poured himself a glass of water and took a sip to moisten his throat.
[Aside from thirst, you also feel hungry.]
[Because you're at someone else's home, you were rather reserved and ate little at dinner, so your stomach quickly became hungry again.]
[You think there's probably plenty of food in their refrigerator, but it's not really polite to rummage through someone else's fridge.]
[However, you then think—if one day you became a member of this family, what would be the harm in rummaging through the fridge?]
[That said… your skin is actually rather thin—not thick enough to shamelessly do that…]
"If you know it's embarrassing, then don't write it down."
Eikou muttered under his breath:
"Lately you've had nothing to speculate about, so you can't even fulfill the role of narrator—just the moment you get a chance, you start adding your own plot, right?"
"Is that you, Eikou-san?"
From beside him, a clear, cold yet gentle voice suddenly sounded from the balcony.
It was Morgan's voice.
Hearing it, he turned his head to see Morgan quietly standing alone outside on the balcony, seemingly enjoying the still moonlit night. The crescent moonlight spilled over her long, snow-white hair, her ice-blue eyes reflecting the light of the night. She was like a single word of tenderness written by the moon itself.
"Morgan-san, you're still up this late?"
"Aren't you as well?"
Morgan slowly stepped in from the balcony, her movements light and silent, like a white cat.
She wore a loose blue nightgown, slightly revealing her smooth, white shoulders. The night breeze drifting in from the balcony pressed the nightgown against her flawless curves. Her white hair fluttered slightly in the wind, a little tousled as if weathered by the breeze, making her femininity stand out even more.
Seeing Morgan dressed so lightly made Eikou's heart stir a little.
"Having a bit of trouble sleeping," he said with a wry smile. "I'm not very used to staying in someone else's home."
"…Is that so."
"Don't get me wrong—it's not that I feel you've been anything less than hospitable. In fact, I really like it. I'm just the type that, if I have a trip tomorrow or I'm sleeping over at a friend's house, I find it hard to sleep, haha."
"That's good to hear."
Morgan gave a calm nod, then gestured toward the nearby sofa.
"Now that it's just the two of us, let's sit down and talk for a bit."
"Alright, what would you like to talk about?"
Eikou obediently turned and sat down, and Morgan sat right beside him—deliberately very close. She hesitated slightly, as if wanting to rest her head on his shoulder.
That hesitation wasn't from shyness, but from the absolute pride of a queen.
It wasn't that she didn't want to—it was that she wasn't used to making such intimate, gentle gestures toward a young man.
But in the end, she still followed her own will. Her cheeks flushed red, full of bashfulness, like a maiden as she gently rested her head on his shoulder, her arms encircling his neck with a posture that was almost spoiled affection.
Eikou's heart instantly shifted from a mere stir to pounding like a war drum.
He could clearly feel the warmth of her body pressing against him, the heat seeping through the fabric, along with the faint, soothing fragrance that belonged to her alone.
Adding to that, the nightgown fabric slid slightly down her shoulder, revealing a flawless figure, skin as white and smooth as frost under the moonlight—so beautiful it seemed it might melt away in the next moment.
Morgan, with the beauty and allure of a mature woman, stood before him completely unguarded, showing everything to his eyes.
It was only then he noticed that the sound from his earphones hadn't been turned off—the music leaking out faintly, its noisy rhythm somewhat breaking the atmosphere.
But Morgan seemed not to mind at all.
"Tomorrow's the exam, you have to do your best," she said softly. "I'm really looking forward to our upcoming date. Have you thought about where we'll go?"
Eikou didn't have any special ideas in mind.
At first, he'd thought about going somewhere a little farther away, but plans never keep up with changes—the monthly exam being postponed had left them with only one day off.
And with just one day, what could they even do? At most, stroll around the city, have a meal, maybe watch a movie.
"Let's think about it more after tomorrow's exam," Eikou said. "Or I can just go along with whatever you arrange."
"That won't do. Everything needs to be prepared properly," Morgan replied with a hint of sternness. "I have high standards for my husband—I won't allow you to live passively, just following someone else's lead."
"That's true…" Eikou admitted.
"But I personally don't have any demands when it comes to dating," he continued. "For me, the important thing isn't 'how' we go on a date, but 'who' I go on a date with. Even if it's just sitting on a bench in a park talking all day, that's fine."
Hearing his explanation, Morgan's beautiful blue eyes lit up slightly.
"You mean… as long as you're with me, any kind of date would make you happy?"
Eikou felt a little embarrassed under her gaze, but still nodded, blushing.
"Then I'll say it plainly—yes."
"…My husband, saying things like that is truly cunning."
Eikou thought to himself—her way of addressing him seemed to have suddenly changed.
Morgan's slender, fair hands slid lightly over his nightclothes, then she lifted her shapely, full legs, elegantly turning to straddle him, arms around his neck.
The distance between them shrank until they were face to face, eyes locked, breaths growing heavier.
"My husband, although we previously promised that I would 'wait for you a bit longer' and try not to make a move on you…"
Her rosy lips, like cherry blossoms, drew closer, her gaze burning into him.
"But since we're going to get married sooner or later, can't we have a little taste beforehand?"
Saying that, Morgan's fingers curled around the earphone cord draped around his neck.
"Morgan-san, you—"
"Don't blame me. It's all because you've made me this greedy…"
Before Eikou could react, her soft lips pressed against his.
Under the gentle, romantic moonlight, the two kissed.
["Light up the city with colors"]
["Capture the beautiful memories of our time"]
["Your fingers and mine tightly interlocked"]
["Nothing else around, just enjoying this moment"]
["In harmony like a ballet"]
["Playing together under that moonlight"]
["I'm captivated by your eyes"]
["Certain that you are my life's safe harbor"]