Eat The World Tree

Chapter 312: Puppy, Kitten (7)

I really did it this time.

I did it. Or rather, drunk me did it.

I tug at my hair, half-screaming.

“This is crossing the line.”

Hearing the confession—or something close to it—from a woman yesterday, then sleeping with another woman right after parting ways?

No matter how reckless I could be, this was absolutely the lowest of the low. A total scumbag move.

Temporary insanity.

Would I ever be the type to make the first move on a woman? Could it have been the Sage who seduced me instead?

The events of last night were a complete blur—I remembered nothing.

In these situations, the woman’s testimony was usually what mattered.

The victim’s tears became evidence.

If she said the words, I’d have no choice but to accept it.

And considering she was the Sage, I could confidently say my life had officially gone off the rails.

‘...Could it just have been sleeping, though?’

At this point, I started denying reality.

Thump, thump.

Very carefully, I lifted the pristine white blanket, trying not to wake her.

The Sage’s body slowly came into view: from her solar plexus to her adorable navel, a slightly rounded lower abdomen, and further below—a white tuft of hair.

It was such a striking image that it imprinted deeply in my mind.

Two naked people in one bed, and no sex? Unlikely.

As my inner turmoil deepened, a sudden thought flashed through my mind.

‘Status window!’

I’d know the truth if I checked the Plant Guide.

I called for it frantically, but the status window didn’t appear.

That’s when I realized: inside Eden, the connection to the World Tree was severed.

‘...Surely the Sage wouldn’t destroy someone over a single night, right?’

She had been amicable so far, but if she valued chastity strictly, she might come after me like some vengeful World Tree of Resentment.

I had no choice but to tread carefully.

‘Let’s just get up first.’

I chose to escape, as subtly as I could.

Placing my hand gently on the bed to avoid waking her, I shifted my body outward.

Flash.

Her eyelids fluttered open naturally.

Oh no.

Why did my so-called good fortune never show up at times like this?

She rubbed her eyes, seemingly unaware of me just yet.

All I could do was silently pray.

That she remembered last night, that she had seduced the drunk me with intent.

I clung to that faint, improbable hope.

“....”

Her lovely eyes met mine.

A noble presence I never thought I’d get close to.

Her alabaster skin looked almost translucent, without a hint of makeup.

“Mm... Mr. Shiheon?”

Her sleepy voice stretched out softly.

Why did someone who had lived so long have such a sweet voice?

Propping herself up on one arm, she leaned slightly toward me.

Her bare chest hung downward, my gaze instinctively following.

“Why are you in my room... hmm? Why?”

Still drowsy, she yawned, gazing at me languidly.

And with that, I realized my last hope had just shattered.

The Sage’s eyes slowly traveled down my bare torso and lower body.

“...Oh.”

Reality hit.

She pieced together the truth faster than I did.

“Oh?”

Her gaze darted from my lower half back to my face.

Reflexively, the Sage clutched her chest, startled, and quickly covered herself with her arms.

There was no scream.

Her face flushed deep red as she grabbed the blanket, wrapping herself tightly.

“....”

As the blanket unraveled, the bed became fully exposed.

A torn white dress, a broken bra hook, a discarded corset.

And a vivid red stain on the sheets beneath the blanket.

Neither of us could deny what had happened anymore.

“...What exactly did we do last night?”

Uneasy, I followed her with my eyes.

“Don’t come closer.”

“...What?”

“I’ll look at it alone.”

What kind of logic was that?

It wasn’t like I wasn’t nervous about what might be recorded.

If I had indeed forced something, her reaction suggested my life could very well end today.

The orb began to hum softly as the artifact activated.

The Sage’s eyes widened, and she began searching through the room’s recordings.

I stood at a distance, watching her closely.

Did she find last night’s events?

Her breath hitched.

Her hands trembled as though she might drop the orb.

“Lady Sage?”

“....”

There was no reply.

Was she just that focused?

I moved around the bed to look over her shoulder at the crystal ball.

Gently channeling some mana into it, I peered into the orb, and the scene unfolded before my eyes.

There was no sound, but the images were vivid.

In the Sage’s room at 4 a.m., the two of us were entangled, with no Sephirot in sight.

‘...It’s over.’

Whatever the Sage had hoped to see clearly hadn’t happened.

To make matters worse, our movements were... rough.

There I was, shirtless, leaning against the bed, while the Sage knelt before me.

To be precise, she was kneeling, and... well, I was forcing myself into her mouth.

My drunken self had acted like an utter savage.

Grabbing her hair, I shamelessly guided her movements, repeatedly and relentlessly.

Hundreds—no, thousands—of times?

For hours, it seemed, the Sage’s head moved at my whim.

A white liquid sprayed from my body, yet I continued.

Minutes turned to tens of minutes, and finally, the recording showed me pushing the Sage onto the bed, covering her completely.

At that point, I could no longer watch.

‘....’

The scene was far too explicit.

And if I kept watching, she’d eventually notice my presence.

The final image I saw was of us entwined, moving rhythmically. With that, I pulled my gaze away from the orb.

When I returned to my spot, the Sage still sat frozen, her body rigid.

‘...What now?’

The evidence was indisputable.

Not seeing the beginning of the recording felt like a missed opportunity.

Without sound, I couldn’t confirm who initiated things or how we ended up in that situation.

But based on what I’d seen so far, there was no denying my guilt.

Considering how unusually intense my post-drunken guilt was this morning, I must have truly lost my mind to lust last night.

-Gulp.

I swallowed hard.

All I could do now was await the Sage’s reaction with as much humility as I could muster.

The image of the crying bear on her panties kept flashing through my mind.

-Thud.

Finally, the crystal ball deactivated.

The orb slipped from her hands, rolling limply toward the wall.

The Sage lowered her head, her face unreadable.

I couldn’t even tell if her skin had been red all along or if she’d just turned that way.

Her nape, ears, and even arms were flushed.

“Lady Sage?”

“...It’s, well... I mean....”

“What happened last night?”

Though I had caught glimpses, I didn’t bring it up.

Not to tease her, but to convey that I hadn’t fully seen the recording.

The Sage fanned herself with trembling hands.

“...I... this is my first time... and I feel like I lost my mind for a moment....”

“Yes, yes, please calm down.”

She inhaled deeply, attempting to regain her composure, though the breath hitched halfway through.

“...Let’s just consider today an accident.”

Her words fell as a plea.

And there was nothing I could do but agree.