ALL NOVEL Chapter 28 – Picking Away At Your Friend’s Defences
“Where were you?” Elana asked her stalwart bodyguard, noting the healthy flush on her face.
“Huhuhu~” Cinthia giggled, twisting her face into a perverted mask that was just remotely similar to that of a human. “You want to know?”
“It’s creepy. Stop laughing.” Elana began walking faster.
“Pah! You sound like my mother.” Cinthia complained. “Can I grab some of the stuff beneath your bed for later?” She suddenly changed the topic.
“Sure.” Elana noticed Catarina waiting a bit further ahead. “Whatever. Just clean everything afterwards in case I want to use them. I don’t want some harlot’s shit on things I plan to use.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Cinthia began trailing behind. “By the way, your sister tried to get in your room. I had to chase her away.”
That was another issue Elana had to address. She had been too busy masturbating while thinking about Moira and had completely forgotten about Mary.
Hopefully, it would result in another loving kiss between two family members. Although Elana doubted it would. She was thinking with her crotch a bit too much lately. It was becoming an issue while being a welcome distraction from her own blossoming emotions.
While thinking, Elana joined Catarina, who nodded towards the fields where battle lectures happened. “There is still a bit of time. Not much.”
“Anything I should know about the duel?” Elana couldn’t find it in her to care. She was heading to the place mostly because she thought Moira would be there, too.
“I am not clear on the details either. I heard there was a disagreement between the two. Something about an attempt on your life.” Catarina sounded amused. “But since you and that other friend of yours vanished during their quarrel, they couldn’t clear up the situation. I heard it resulted in more yelling and calling for your friend. They thought you kidnapped her - then more yelling. Until finally, they insulted each other enough to duel for their honour.”
It was just as asinine as Elana had imagined. But it did awaken a memory in her. This, too, was an event. Although it shouldn’t have happened this soon.
Didn’t one of the duelists die in an accident, leading to some sort of unrest? Elana hummed, trying to remember. Nothing.
Oh, Elana knew where it led! Just not the circumstances around it. She had gotten bored halfway through the game, staying only to see more of the heroine and mostly clicked through the dialogue if there was a lore dump or if it focused on the more boring characters.
Still, it was better not to allow the death so soon. Elana wasn’t quite ready to take over the kingdom. Her father’s plans weren’t completed either.
If Elana played her cards right, she had at least a year left to play around in the academy. With the decision made, she returned to more pressing matters. “Boobs or butt?”
“Pardon me?” Catarina, who had observed the flow of people heading towards the fields, showed confusion.
“You said you like girls. So, are you a butt or a boob girl yourself?” Elana asked again. “You know, I told you what I like… Part of it, anyway. Now I want to know more about you.”
“Touching for you to care about your ‘friends’ so much. And shameless.” Catarina put a finger on her cheek, thinking about the question. “Do I have to choose?”
“If you have to ask, it’s neither.” Elana shrugged. “So, something else? Probably not both. Are you into pretty faces, legs, hair, midriff, cute pussies, voice or what?”
“You have been itching to talk about this, haven’t you? Or are you distracting yourself from something?”
“Not an answer.” Elana looked back at her tail. Cinthia’s creepy giggle really discouraged her from talking about sex with the bodyguard. The other thing wasn’t an option. Moira counted, but they always started arguing before anything fruitful could be discussed. Then Elana thought back to her troubles with Moira. “And maybe.”
After another moment of thinking, Catarina refused. “I still don’t wish to answer.”
“I don’t think you are a masochist.” Elana mused. “I can sense those.” She tapped her nose. “But neither you are someone who likes to inflict pain. You didn’t jump on the opportunity to bully Toy. Not the breasts, not the rear. What could it be?”
“I think you have more important things to worry about.” Catarina pointed out. “Your fiance is about to duel.”
“Yes, yes.” Elana waved away the input. “At this point, I can tell you - I don’t care about the what’s his name.”
“Shocking.” Came a deadpan answer.
“Is it feet? Nape? Ankles? What?” Elana entertained herself. It helped her to not worry about the reunion with Moira. “Fisting? Giving and receiving.”
“You are insufferable.” Catarina sighed. “Does it matter?”
“At this point, I consider you my friend. Be honoured.” Elana haughtily looked down on the girl. “And I can provide you with everything a girl would want to have from another girl.”
“I highly doubt you see me as an equal, but I do appreciate you admitting I am your friend.” Catarina wasn’t impressed. “I think there is only one person you do find on the same level as your inflated ego.”
“I-” Elana almost denied the claim automatically. She wasn’t an inexperienced teen. There was no need to act flustered. “Yes.” She waited a moment. “So?”
“Really?” Catarina released a suffering sigh. She stopped, looked at Elana, and then leaned closer and whispered. “It’s smell.”
“Oh.” Elana’s mind raced. “Oh~! Sweat?” She returned the whisper.
Catarina pulled her lips into a thin line. “This was a mistake.” She turned away and began walking again.
“But that’s not all, right.” Elana followed, refusing to be the one tailing. “There is more to it, yes?”
“...Yes.”
“I can be sweaty.” Elana thoughtfully added. She wouldn’t mind Catarina having a whiff, or taste for that matter.
“Aren’t you courting Moira?” Catarina was baffled. “How did you land on that thought?”
The question did make her wince, but Elana bounced back immediately. “I am greedy.” she checked out Catarina’s body again. She was very charming, if tiny. “And I find you attractive.”
“That is not a good thing.” Catarina turned around, showing her stature. “I know what kind of people find me attractive.”
“You are not that childish.” Elana shrugged. “Just short.” Her friend wasn’t completely lacking in womanly charms.
“Rude.” Catarina puffed her cheeks like an adorable hamster.
“But true.” Elana nodded. “I did not mean that as an insult. I find you very cute. Especially your purple hair.”
“This?” Catarina took a strand of her hair between her fingers and studied it. “I inherited this colour from my late mother. I correct my statement. Your taste is not terrible.”
“And my offer stands.” Elana reminded. There wasn’t time to discuss anything else. They had arrived. She looked at Catarina’s thoughtful expression and waited.
Finally, the girl made a decision. “If you didn’t smell of the wintery cold, then perhaps. I’ll think about it.” She avoided looking at Elana.
Cinthia was right. Elana felt lust rising in her groin. It was easy to score yourself a girl in this academy.
