Love Letter From The Future

Among the people around me, Leto was the one who understood women best.

He boasted a handsome appearance and dazzling eloquence—ideal qualities for flirting with all sorts of women.

Consequently, his exploits were always followed by rumours and controversies.

For example, there was talk that he had an affair with his lover’s younger sister.

Or that he spent a night with a professor considered as unattainable as a flower on a cliff.

There were even stories about a woman who, unrequitedly in love with Leto, attempted suicide. Most were exaggerated rumours, but a few were the unvarnished truth devoid of a single lie.

For the record, the stories I just mentioned fell into that latter category.

He was my friend, but there was no way to defend Leto when it came to his womanising ways.

Such promiscuous relationships were bound to lead to tragedy.

And my friend was no exception.

He had to pay the price for recklessly indulging in his youth.

Losing close friendships and being stalked became routine for him.

There were even times when he nearly got stabbed.

Perhaps that’s why, as he reached his senior years, Leto settled most of his relationships with women.

He, of course, claimed it was simply because he wanted to focus on his studies. Whether that was a bluff or sincere truth, I couldn’t tell. Leto was adept at hiding his true feelings.

But one thing was clear.

He became more subdued after that. Yet, as if his nature hadn’t entirely vanished, he would occasionally launch into lengthy discourses about women.

Most of these accounts were from his own experiences.

Leto’s candid feelings—things he wouldn’t openly share with others.

Among those many stories was one about a one-night stand.

Leto’s reflection on it was straightforward.

“It felt empty.”

His tone was desolate, with hardly any inflection.

I was sitting across from him at the time, sipping my drink through a straw. My eyes darted over to him with a hint of curiosity.

It was an unexpected remark coming from Leto, who was known for being a womaniser.

I’d thought a mere one-night stand wouldn’t mean much to him.

But it didn’t seem like he was lying as his face looked somewhat somber during his confession.

Wanting to lift my friend’s spirits, I decided to play along.

“Empty, you say? Weren’t you always claiming that pleasure without responsibility is the best?”

“Of course, I still hold that belief. It’s just that, how should I put it…”

Leto vigorously scratched his head, as if the right words eluded him. His irritated gesture plainly revealed his displeasure.

Even so, Leto was still Leto.

Before long, he began to speak with his usual eloquence.

“You see, I thought I could view women as tools. Like disposable objects meant only for pleasure… but when it came down to it, that wasn’t the case.”

“So you do have a bit of humanity left in you after all.”

At that surprising discovery, I made the sign of the cross.

“Immanuel,” I added, which only sullied Leto’s expression even more.

Of course, I didn’t mind in the least.

After all, it was true that Leto had hurt countless women.

He didn’t seem inclined to refute that either, merely sighing as he continued with what he had yet to say.

“Look, you’d have to experience it to understand. When it’s all over and you’re lying next to her, that’s when it hits you… and one thought crosses your mind: What am I even doing with this person?”

“Well, that’s because you gave in to your desires…”

“Shut up and just listen, will you?”

Leto’s voice was beginning to carry a hint of irritation.

Sensing that he might actually get angry if I kept provoking him, I decided to firmly shut my mouth. Only then did Leto continue his story in a somewhat calmer tone.

“So here’s my conclusion. New women are nice, but it’s better if there’s a deeper emotional exchange beforehand. Of course, if time is tight, there’s nothing you can do.”

That was, indeed, a very Leto-like conclusion.

I couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief.

“Wait, didn’t you just say it felt empty? Then why not just stop sleeping with them…”

“Are you crazy?”

But my advice was immediately met with dramatic resistance.

Leto spoke with a look that said, ‘What nonsense are you spouting?’

“How can you not eat a feast that’s already laid out in front of you?”

At the time, I took it as the rambling of a beast driven by desire.

But now I finally understood how he felt.

He wasn’t some embodiment of lust. He was just an utterly normal man.

Just like me now.

It was an impulsive decision.

Maybe it was because I was tipsy, or perhaps because my long-repressed urges finally reached their limit.

After all, Senior Delphine’s temptations were hard to resist.

But whatever the cause, the result was clear.

Senior Delphine laid on the soft bed.

And I was sprawled over her as if I had pounced on her. When I came to my senses, this was the situation.

Am I drunk?

The pounding of my heart was too loud. My hand rested on her firm breast. And her sweet scent enveloping my nose made me feel like I was losing my mind.

Senior Delphine didn’t say a word.

She merely looked up at me with a desperate gaze, her breathing heavy.

I couldn’t quite guess what she was thinking.

Does she truly want to sleep with me?

It was such a sudden proposition. Up until then, it seemed like Senior Delphine was merely toying with me.

All sorts of questions were buzzing and echoing in my head. I tried to open my lips to ask something, but eventually gave up.

Because Senior Delphine’s arm wrapped around my neck.

A faint panting sound brushed past my ear.

“Don’t hesitate.”

She said it as if she had read my mind.

I could feel a tremor running through my frozen hand.

She gave me a wistful smile.

“It’s just one night… a single, brief moment in a long life.”

Her words were sorrowfully persuasive.

My grip tightened slightly. Senior Delphine’s breast pressed between my fingers conveyed a soft and supple sensation.

Only then did she let out a faint moan.

“I want to forget, even just for a moment. I wish I could think of nothing, nothing at all… will you make that happen, Master?”

The last thread of my restraint snapped and my hand slipped beneath her undergarments.

Before long, the thin fabric covering her breasts came undone. I didn’t know exactly how, but since I was skilled enough to be considered an Expert, no undergarment could withstand the force I applied.

It also meant I was that aroused.

Beyond the familiar sight of her pale cleavage, her voluptuous curves were now exposed to the world.

I couldn’t help but marvel at the memory that flashed through my mind.

The impression still lingered in my mind.

On the day I first had a serious duel with Senior Delphine and we had clashed, wielding a hatchet and a dagger against each other. I caught a brief glimpse of her naked body at the time.

Her milky-white skin that resembled a blank canvas, and pale pink tips.

It was exactly as I had seen.

The only difference was that back then, Senior Delphine was an untouchable flower, a woman whose alluring body I once only caught a glimpse of, but could never dare to lay a finger on.

But it’s different now. Now, Senior Delphine was pleading with me. Pleading to have her body toyed with to my heart’s content, to have her mind bleached, to just be a woman.

There wasn’t a man alive who could refuse that, me included.

Senior Delphine blushed slightly and avoided my gaze.

It had been a long time since I’d seen her look embarrassed.

“You’re my first.”

I didn’t tactlessly ask, ‘First what?’

Even the common question of whether she was okay giving me her precious first experience was dismissed.

I only thought that I should respond to her earnest gaze.

As I gently squeezed her breast, an excited moan escaped her lips.

“Hnnngh, uhnnn…!”

I never knew Senior Delphine could make such delicate sounds.

Half entranced, I took in the sight of her.

From her supple flesh whose shape changed at each squeeze I gave it, to her face as she lightly bit her lip and let sweet moans escape, to the way her thighs clenched together and her body trembled at the smallest stimulus.

Everything was new to me.

My unskilled hands couldn’t control their excitement. As I started from her breasts and moved up to her nipples, my hands trembled as they applied firm pressure.

It should have hurt.

No woman could train such secret and intimate places. Her soft skin was proof of that.

She let out a faint moan at the slightest touch.

Yet she didn’t complain of pain, returning a voice soaked in pleasure instead.

“Ahht, hngk! J-Just a little more…”

Her crimson eyes reflected her heated pleas, even their colour being sensual as her boiling emotions spilled out in the form of desire.

“More, break me more pleas… Hnghh?!”

Squeeze!

As I squeezed and twisted the tip, her back arched.

It was the most intense reaction I’d seen from her so far.

Instinctively, I brought my face so close to hers that our breaths mingled.

Even her breath was sweet and yet, I still couldn’t shed the last bit of hesitation.

Is it right to proceed like this?

Suddenly, my days spent with the Saintess came to mind. From her gentle smile and prickly attitude to the way she’d act all smug, only to blush moments later. Her pure body I once laid my hands on.

The Senior Elsie came to mind. The lovely senior that so sincerely confessed her feelings to me — a first in my life.

So many others came to mind, making me feel confused..

As I hesitated like that.

“I told you.”

A sweet whisper brushed past my nose all of a sudden. Senior Delphine spoke, her lips so close they almost touched mine.

“Let’s not think about anything….”

Then her eyes closed and our lips met. An electrifying sensation ran down my spine as our tongues intertwined.

Oddly enough, Senior Delphine was right.

I couldn’t think about anything at all.

And the night was far from over.