Eat The World Tree

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.

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?”

“Don’t you remember?”

We both stammered.

The Sage nodded her head vigorously.

“I-I drank too much, and I don’t remember anything…. N-nothing happened, right?”

Her voice, more flustered than usual, demanded an answer.

I couldn’t say anything.

At that very moment, my morning body betrayed me, stirring conspicuously.

“Why… why is that….”

It was no use.

What was done was done—how could it be undone?

Finding my composure first, I spoke quietly.

“I think… we, um, did it.”

“D-don’t say such crude things!”

Her startled reaction only confirmed it.

The blood was undeniable evidence.

It was shocking that someone who’d lived over a hundred years was still a virgin, but the sight before me left no room for doubt.

“…Panties.”

“Pardon?”

“My panties! Give them to me!”

At her sharp demand, I reflexively handed over the bear-patterned panties I’d been holding.

For some reason, the bear on the panties looked like it was crying.

She disappeared under the blanket, which trembled a few times before a hand emerged, grabbing the bra from the bed.

“Ah, that one’s broken, though.”

Flash!

I felt a surge of magical energy.

Did she hastily patch it up with magic?

‘When we first met, she seemed like someone who had transcended such trivialities as sleeping together, as though gender didn’t matter to her.’

This thought brought back memories of when she suggested we share a room.

-“There’s much for us to discuss. Let’s just sleep together.”

-“There’s no changing room, so there’s a chance you might see something. Take that into account.”

-“You might even hear bathroom noises. But I think it’s still better for you to come.”

Hearing those words back then, I had assumed the Sage was completely uninterested in male-female dynamics.

‘Was that an act? Who puts on a front like that?’

Perhaps it was her pride, a need to appear detached from worldly concerns.

“Get dressed quickly!”

“Oh, yes.”

I started gathering the clothes scattered on the floor.

The Sage, having emerged from the blanket, stood there in her underwear.

She clasped her arms around her chest, pressing her thighs together, and shot me a disapproving glare.

Her soaked underwear, revealing just a bit too much, couldn’t be helped.

When my gaze unintentionally dropped lower, the Sage’s sharp glare intensified.

I quickly averted my eyes.

Right before me, she swiftly donned her corset, dress, and outerwear—all of it.

I hadn’t expected her to go so far as to fully strap on the corset.

“…What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. Just… I was thinking about your soft belly this morning.”

“Is groping people some kind of hobby for you, Sir Shiheon?”

Fully dressed now, the Sage strode over and pinched my forearm.

Twinge!

Her strength was no joke. I barely stifled a yelp.

The sharp pain sobered me right up.

Even as her face remained flushed, the Sage lowered her gaze, donning lace gloves as if to cover as much skin as possible. She stood modestly, even ensuring her ankles were hidden.

“Nothing happened between us, right?”

“Well, but the blood—”

“—It’s menstrual blood!”

“What? Are you serious? You’re a Sage—you’d know better than anyone! And do trees even have menstrual cycles?”

“…Just drop it. That’s what it is!”

If it was her cycle, that was an even bigger issue.

The desperate attempt to pass it off as menstruation almost made me laugh.

I couldn’t help but find the situation a bit endearing, even though I knew I shouldn’t.

Suppressing the smile tugging at my lips, I gently patted her shoulder.

The absurdity of the situation was overwhelming.

“Lady Sage, you’re too smart for this. Why are you acting like this?”

“…There’s a recording artifact in this room.”

The Sage revealed her last-ditch plan, her gaze fixed on an opaque orb sitting in the corner of the room.

It was a crystal ball the size of an ostrich egg. She walked over, picked it up, and sat on the bed with it in her lap.

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.

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