OMS Extra 1

It turns out that “unable to stand” isn’t just a metaphor.

The morning after offering my rear to Viirant for the first time, I tried getting out of bed with a yawn, only to fail miserably.

It’s hard to explain, but it’s like my knees won’t hold me up, or like the core of my body has turned to mush… This must be what they mean by “unable to stand.”

I never thought I’d experience something like this at my age.

“I apologize. I pushed you too hard last night.”

Before I could even thank Viirant for catching me, he said that, causing me to freeze up awkwardly.

Last night. Pushed too hard. …I’m not experienced enough to take those words calmly.

It’s embarrassing, awkward, and just plain uncomfortable.

But honestly, a 43-year-old man blushing about his first time? Please, spare me.

In the end, all I could manage was a vague grunt, something between an “ah” and a “yeah.”

“Shall I carry you to the carriage?”

“Like hell you will!”

Is he trying to embarrass me to death?

I know he’s genuinely concerned, but I’d rather crawl than be carried in a princess hold.

What would I even say to Dirk and Kahim if they asked what happened? I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face. Besides, the whole thing would look ridiculous.

I mean, where on earth would you find an old man being carried princess-style by a handsome knight? No way.

As long as I carefully put some strength into my legs, it seems I can manage to stand. Crawling won’t be necessary—I’ll make it to the carriage somehow.

Once I’m inside, I’ll just lie down and let the ride take care of itself. It’s not like I’ll be traveling with anyone other than Viirant anyway.

“However—”

“I told you, I’m fine. Now, bend down a bit.”

“?”

There’s a full head height difference between us.

Normally, a slight lift of my heels would close that gap, but right now, even that’s a struggle for me. I can practically see my knees buckling if I try to stand on my toes.

So, I had Viirant bend down, and I slipped my hand around the back of his neck.

In that moment, I stole a quick kiss.

As soon as our lips touched, I intertwined my tongue with his and transferred some of my holy power.

Pouring in some protection to match his now larger capacity, I pulled away before he could react.

“…I’m going to get dressed now.”

Avoiding looking at his face, I mumbled and turned away slowly.

I couldn’t move as easily as usual, but it seemed I could at least stand and walk—though rather shakily, like a newborn fawn.

Well, yeah. Considering my age and what we did last night, this is to be expected.

I sighed inwardly and tossed off my sleepwear with a dramatic sweep.

Even though he said nothing, I could feel Viirant’s gaze stabbing into my back.