>>280491854 >I grabbed her shoulder to stop her as she was about to leap away.
>Well, her logic makes some sense… fine, I’ll swallow it, even if it’s a bit forced.
>"But Margit, what do YOU think? Would you be happy if I did something like that? If it were me, I’d never give you up, no matter how much someone else wanted you. If the God of Martial Arts himself took a liking to you, I’d cut him down without hesitation."
>"…That’s the tricky part, isn’t it?"
>She haltingly confessed that she wanted me to be utterly, hopelessly infatuated with her.
>But at the same time, she said, her instincts as a woman whispered that she wanted her man to shine even brighter — and that desire was impossible to resist.
>"The man I fell for is desired by so many other women. And I want to take pride in that — and be the last woman standing beside him. That’s what I strongly desire."
>Like how the more vicious and feared a beast is, the more glory there is for the hunter who brings it down — Margit turned her face away while muttering this.
>"…You’re really something."
>Even though she's my partner — what kind of fetish is that?
