No Such Thing as a Chaste Man! Just Give It Ten Tries! - Chapter 51
Epilogue
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Late at night, pale moonlight cast its glow through the window, spreading across Ephelinus’s modest bedroom.
The room, usually pristine, was now a mess illuminated by the soft moonlight. The once-tidy bedclothes were crumpled and pushed to one side, with Seo-ah’s stockings, discarded after the second round of intimacy, tangled there. The floor, which typically only hosted a carpet and slippers, was littered with hastily removed clothing.
In this disarray, the two lovers lay entwined on the bed, facing each other on their sides.
Though their bodies bore the marks of passion—Seo-ah’s flushed skin and the mess left on their joined bodies—they rested now in a peace as profound as the quiet night surrounding them.
Ephelinus cradled Seo-ah against his arm, his other hand gently running through her tangled, ebony hair. Her hair, which had been tousled and knotted during their heated passion, was now smoothed out under his tender touch.
“My hair grew quite a bit, didn’t it? When I first came here, it was just a bob.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Wasn’t it before? Back then, I was just a tomboy with my knees exposed, so I guess you didn’t have time to notice.”
“I always said it wasn’t unattractive—just unfamiliar. I wasn’t used to women with short hair, or seeing anyone’s legs….”
“You have a thing for calves, don’t you, Your Holiness?”
Seo-ah giggled, bending her leg to brush her calf against his.
Her calves bore faint marks where his teeth and fingers had left impressions in his earlier frenzy. When he had removed her stockings, unable to restrain himself, he had worshipped her legs with his mouth and hands.
At first, he thought his fixation on her ankles was simply because he had never seen a bare leg before.
Now he realized it was something darker, a lust he hadn’t even imagined himself capable of.
“Everything… is because of you,” he admitted. “Even if someone else stood before me exposed, even if another’s bare calves brushed against me… only you, Seo-ah, could stir me like this.”
Because it was Seo-ah, the little saint from another world, who had shattered the barriers of his carefully constructed life.
He didn’t elaborate further but instead pulled her closer, his arms tightening around her shoulders. Seo-ah laughed lightly, nestling her face against his cheek.
“My hair grew this long because of how much time I’ve spent here. And more than half of that time… I spent apart from you, missing you.”
“……”
“When I saw the breathtaking landscapes—the ocean, the plains, the forests—I kept thinking how much I wished you could see them with me.”
Images from her journey flitted through Seo-ah’s mind.
Mountains so high they seemed to touch the heavens, where galaxies spilled across the night sky like glittering rivers—crystalline lakes reflecting endless green meadows—ancient forests where sunlight streamed through the canopy like divine illumination.
And dazzling white cliffs overlooking a sea as blue as his eyes.
These were scenes he, the secluded and revered scion of the Holy Kingdom, would never have been allowed to witness.
“That’s why I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here forever,” Seo-ah confessed. “To share these beautiful things with you, as someone close to you, maybe even like family. Growing old together… always by your side.”
“Seo-ah, as I said earlier…”
“Don’t worry,” she interrupted with a teasing smile. “I’m not about to give in to His Majesty’s plans.”
Ephelinus’s brows furrowed slightly at her remark, recalling the shame he had felt when his father suggested such a selfish scheme.
The Holy Emperor of the Holy Kingdom—a figure revered as divinely virtuous—had reduced Seo-ah, the revered saintess brought from another world, to nothing more than a tool for breeding heirs.
“I’ve known since a long time ago that His Majesty’s a cold and stern father to you,” Seo-ah said, her voice laced with playfulness. Ephelinus let out a soft chuckle.
She had often complained about his father’s harshness toward him. Back then, he had dismissed her grumbles, seeing her as a naïve and foreign girl still unaccustomed to Genève’s way of life.
But now he understood. Seo-ah wasn’t just some helpless outsider—she was a thoughtful, intelligent person with her own perspective.
Someone who had been flung into an unfamiliar world but had managed to adapt with remarkable resilience.
Someone who neither resented him for bringing her here nor ignored his pain and struggles but instead sought to understand him with unparalleled kindness.
“If ‘family’ was nothing but a chain of burdens to you, why do you still want to be something like family to me?”
“If I were your chain, I’d want to be so sweet that you’d never want to escape. Not for the rest of our lives.”
Ephelinus replied with heartfelt sincerity, as if reciting scripture.
Realizing his words were his response to her earlier confession, Seo-ah turned to him. Ephelinus, as if waiting for this moment, captured her lips in a deep, fervent kiss.
It was the beginning of their fifth union.
