Chapter 50 - The fall of the Celestial Virgin

A week after the trial ended…

Behind Lisa's house, Marc was sitting on the grass, contemplating about his Paw Magic. It should be able to repel anything, be it tangible materials such as people and objects, and intangible materials such as air and the sensation of physical pain as shown in One Piece.

"I can already repel pain, but what about other feelings? Can I repel happy feelings and make people depressed like the Horo Horo no Mi (Hollow-Hollow Fruit)?" Pondered Marc, thinking of all the things he might or might not be able to do with his magic.

For the next three weeks, Marc intended to learn how to repel other intangible matters than air and pain. The lead he has found to learn it is his newly improved spell *Panthera Disaster* that now's able to do more than just improve his sense of danger. It seems overpowered but when Marc realized he wouldn't be able to do anything if the opponent was stronger or faster than him, the skill seemed rather limited. E.g a skilled assassin could approach him with hidden intentions and kill him before he could react.

To fix it, Marc wanted to be able to react before an attack happens. To do that, it would be more than enough if he knew his opponents' intentions. Happiness, sadness, fear, anger, disgust are humans' 5 main emotions that can be branched into a whole lot of sub-categories.

Take happiness for example. People can be happy and feel things like:

1. Love

2. Relief

3. Amusement

4. Joy

5. Pride

6. Excitement

7. Peace

8. Satisfaction

9. Compassion

And right now, Marc can't identify these emotions. He can only feel if the person is happy.

While Marc was traveling in a third world, the Marc World in his head, Lisa came out of the house with a tray with teacups on. She gazed lovingly at his back, which was rather wide if you consider his height. Marc was sitting with closed eyes, seemingly asleep.

She walked forward and sat on the ground, not caring about dirtying her expensive-looking blue with gold markings rope, that only royals or important people can effort to wear. She sat on her knees and continued looking at Marc, falling in a daze. The warm tea would get cold, but she didn't find it important enough to wake him. Even if the tea cost enough to make a commoner die of envy.

1 minute turned to 5, 5 tuned to 10. And before she knew it, the tea had gone completely cold.

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When Lisa sat before Marc, he could feel happiness directed at him because he wasn't sleeping as she thought. Wanting to distinguish what made the person in front of him happy, Marc began trying to feel it more deeply. It felt warm like when sitting near a fire, not burning hot, but warm. There was another feeling too, it felt like someone was reaching out to him with open arms, like a soft pillow ready to catch save him.

Wracking his meerkat-sized brain, Marc classified them to be feelings of love and compassion.

To find out if his guess was true, Marc opened his eyes to find a bombshell of a mature beauty but still had few signs of innocence. Lisa was sitting so close to him that their knees could touch any moment if any of the two moved just a bit.

"Ah!? You are awake? Have some tea- Oh no, it has gone cold. Wait a minute, I will get you a new one-" Lisa panicked a little when Marc abruptly opened his eyes. She wanted to give Marc the tea but realized it had gone cold faster than she thought it would. As it was cold, Lisa wanted to get him a new one and was just about to stand, but Marc took her hand and stopped her.

"Just stay here, I'm not thirsty right now." Said Marc, making Lisa abandon the tea. They just sat and looked at each other without saying anything.

"…"

"…"

Marc wondered a little how he should confirm the feelings he felt "I'm no psychiatrist but do I just ask her to confirm it?"

On the other hand, Lisa was beginning to feel restless and began thinking depressing thoughts "Is he angry that he got dragged into our family matters? He hasn't even mentioned anything after the trial. D-Does he hate me now?"

"..So how do you feel?" Marc broke the silence first and asked.

Surprised by the abrupt question, but thinking about it, Lisa tilted her head sideways as she was confused by the question. "I feel fine?"

"No that's not what I mean. What are you really feeling?" Marc tried to clarify his question but ended up failing.

"I…? I don't understand your question." Replied Lisa, with her head tilted and question marks over her head.

Marc stopped beating around the bush and just asked her straight to her face. "What do you think of me? What do you feel about me?"

Hearing the questions she now understood, Lisa's face instantly went red. She wanted to run away and hide but stopped herself when she saw Marc's serious face that patiently waited for an answer.

"Should I tell him? No, no, no, what if he rejects me? I'm way older than him after all…But what if? What if there's a minuscule of a chance he doesn't mind? Is love supposed to be this scary?" Tons of things went off in Lisa's head when she wondered if she should tell the truth.

In the end, she decided to reveal her feelings "Y-You aren't like any other men I have met. You radiate the feeling of freedom that attracts me. You are a lot of things, funny, wild, unreserved, adventurous, courageous, short, amiable, frank, and most importantly impartial. You let that Devil Slayer girl join your party without deeming her a devil's underling. Not to mention you are persistent, unreliable, and unassuming."

"Hey! I don't think short and unreliable is a compliment at all!?" Marc protested when he heard something that didn't quite add up.

Lisa giggled a little at his reaction before saying "No it's fine. I like that about you. It's cute."

Having thick skin couldn't tank the damage Lisa just made. An imaginary arrow just plunged into Marc's heart. "I don't really care about being called short, but cute? No man wants to hear that!" Cried Marc internally.

Setting aside being called cute, Marc asked to be fully sure and not to embarrass himself if he's wrong "…And?"

"I'm very sorry for dragging you into my family's mess. If you didn't meet me, you wouldn't have run into so many problems…" Lisa began telling her feelings, confirming that Marc felt compassion and she was concerned about him.

"I highly doubt that. For some reason, people always find me irritating. I don't get why though. And I wouldn't be mooching around if we didn't meet so I'm happy we met." Marc dismissed her sad thoughts and wondered if his face looked annoying in people's eyes. Instead of going the typical Casanova route, Marc mentioned his shameless way of living as a compliment.

People would mistake him for just having an interest in her money, but Lisa only thought about the last part.

"He's…happy that he met me?" Lisa's mind went blank for a moment before she unintentionally mumbled "I. Love. You"

But Marc didn't manage to hear it and questioned while leaning closer to her "Eh? You said something?"

Realizing what she just said, Lisa's head began smoking in embarrassment before courage and resolve took over. She looked deeply into Marc's eyes with a serious face and said loud enough so he can hear "I'm in love with you!"

Although this is what he wanted to confirm, it still managed to take him by surprise when Lisa bombarded him when he wasn't ready for it. It was Marc's time to space out while they were looking deep into each other's eyes while having their faces just a few centimeters from each other.

*Kiss*

On impulse Marc just followed his desire and kissed her, greatly shocking Lisa. When he realized what he was doing, Marc wanted to stop, but Lisa responded by holding onto his arm that he was leaning on and began kissing back.

After kissing for a few seconds, Marc found his position awkward so he embraced her and Lisa followed and did the same while they continued to kiss more roughly and Marc's hands began to wander around her body which she didn't mind, or rather she welcomed it.

Minutes later, Marc and Lisa stopped kissing and were both heated up with flushed expressions. Then Marc wrapped his arm around her back and the other under her legs and lifted her in a princess carry into the house. Knowing what will happen, Lisa didn't push him away, instead, she began cuddling in his arms and take in his manly smell.

Sometime later, moans could be heard from inside Lisa's house that went on for quite some time, making the Celestial Virgin no more, before the night took over.

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Next morning.

Marc and Lisa were sleeping naked on a bed together. Marc was laying sprawled out while Lisa was using his body as a pillow.

The sun rose and Marc opened his eyes drowsily and thought back to what happened last night while looking at the sleeping Lisa.

Seemingly as she knew Marc was awake, Lisa woke up too and looked at Marc dazed, still feeling tired. She too thought back to what transpired in this bed a few hours prior and couldn't help feeling happy instead of just pure embarrassment.

"Good morning" Lisa didn't feel the need to hold back her feelings anymore and wished Marc a good morning.

"Pfft, hahahahahaha…" But Marc began to laugh when he saw her face clearly.

Confused, Lisa wanted to know why he was laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked with a confused expression.

"Hahaha, try looking into a mirror and you will see. Pfft." Marc replied still laughing between his words.

Lisa reached for a little handheld mirror she has on a drawer beside the bed, and what she saw made her exclaim in surprise "Uwaaaa. It can't be! How can my hair look so messy? I can't look so ugly at a time like this." And she quickly jumped out of the bed and ran all over the room with only a blanket covering her body while talking to herself.

"Where in the world is my combs when I'm in desperate need of them?"

"Where are you hiding?"

"Argh, it's troublesome having big boobs and run around with extra weight!"

"Come on, where is it?"

"The book said I can't lack sex appeal or he will run away."

"Fine then, I will use a fork."

"Why don't I have any forks?"

Marc just followed her around, taking great joy in her struggle with her hair. She definitely looked like one who had a rough night.

"I found my comb!" And Lisa combed her hair making her look beautiful and sexy again.

"Lisa~" Marc called out to Lisa who had just finished her hair. She turned around to find Marc having a devilish expression on his face while slowly moving in on her before attacking her.

Let's just say she had to comb her hair once again.

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(A/N: I must say writing romance is pretty hard if you don't want it all cringe and stuff. I'm pretty satisfied with my first try on romance but what do you think?)

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