Can Someone (Anyone!) Please Turn Off the Auto-Skill Setting?! - Chapter 47
Aaron, startled, grabbed her shoulders and opened his eyes wide. He quickly began listing reasons why he needed to stay with her.
On their way to the Demon King’s castle, there would be many more powerful demons to fight. How could she manage that on her own? Even if she found another party, coordinating with them would be difficult at this point, and so on and so forth.
Nancy calmed him down.
“When did I say we should stop our adventure? I need you by my side. I just said you shouldn’t look at my face.”
Aaron gave her a confused look, as if he couldn’t understand what she was talking about. He frowned but kept looking at her, his gaze slowly growing hazy with desire.
Before he could get too carried away, Nancy grabbed his helm. It was much heavier than she expected, and a weight-overload warning popped up as soon as she put it on.
But, as she predicted, Aaron’s switch didn’t flip at all.
“Until you really, really fall for me, I’m going to keep wearing your helm and not let you see my face.”
This would become a memorable incident—the infamous “Helm Event”—that Aaron would remember and brood over for a long time.
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Nancy didn’t fall into a state of desire despite facing Aaron directly. All thanks to the brilliant idea she had come up with.
Aaron, however, didn’t seem all that happy.
“No matter how much I think about it, I can’t accept this,” Aaron said. It had been days since he’d last seen Nancy’s face.
He truly liked her—enough that just being with her made him feel at ease, even without doing anything inappropriate.
But here she was, berating him and refusing to show her face. How could she do that?
What made it worse was that it wasn’t even a mutual thing—she could look at his face all she wanted. In fact, there were plenty of times when she blatantly stood right in front of him, observing his face as if admiring a piece of art.
“Why do you keep looking at my face?”
Aaron was ready to counter with a witty remark, expecting her to say she wanted to look at him because she missed him. He was prepared to respond by saying he missed her too.
He waited for her answer with bated breath.
“Because when I look at your face, my stress disappears. But when you look at me, all you do is get hard.”
Her unexpected answer left him momentarily speechless.
What does she mean her stress disappears just by looking at my face?
Aaron was so taken aback that he couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. Even as he lay down to sleep, the thought haunted him until he finally came to a conclusion.
“Nancy, does just seeing my face make you happy?”
Aaron shook her awake, even though she was already sleeping with the helm on. Annoyed, she groggily replied with a half-hearted yes before going right back to sleep.
“If that’s the case, then I feel the same. I feel happy when I look at your face too.”
“But unlike me, it’s your brain below your waist that’s getting happy, isn’t it?”
Leaving him with that stinging remark, Nancy quickly drifted back into sleep.
Aaron was left to ponder, torn between denial and a nagging sense that she might be right. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t figure out a way to get that helm off her.
In the end, Aaron’s patience wore thin, and he finally pulled the helm off her by force.
“I just want to see your face. I swear, I won’t do anything inappropriate…”
But Aaron couldn’t keep his promise. After so long without seeing her face, it looked so precious, so beautiful, so irresistibly seductive.
His body reacted instantly, and before he knew it, his arms had wrapped around her, kissing her from head to toe.
The next day, Nancy said,
“See? The moment you look at my face, that’s what happens.”
Aaron had no response. Even if his mouth could form words, he had nothing to say. He had always prided himself on his self-control and willpower, but around her, it all seemed useless.
Just one look at her face, and his rationality disappeared.
In the end, he had to admit that she was right. From that moment on, Aaron couldn’t even ask her to take off the helm. The only option left was to make her want to take it off on her own.
