Unconscious Contempt and a Spicy Motel Promise
The afternoon sparring class at the Knight Faculty was over. I roughly dried off in the shower and headed to our meeting spot.
The bench behind the campus park. Even from afar, that cherry blossom pink hair stood out like a beacon.
It was Rozalia.
Instead of her usual dress, she wore an off-shoulder blouse that bared her elegant collarbones and a short flare skirt. The dizzying curve of her hips dropping from that slender waist and her long, pale legs were drawing stares from every passing cadet.
As I approached, she flashed a beaming smile and hooked her arm through mine.
"Hehe... you're late, Karn?"
"Class ran long, and I had to shower. You wait long?"
"Nuh-uh. Just got here."
A faint shampoo scent wafted from the crown of her head as she nuzzled her soft cheek against my shoulder. Natural lover's affection. Envious glances stabbed at us from all around.
We strolled side by side through the Academy's commercial district. Our destination was a famous dessert cafe Rozalia had scouted ahead of time.
A rare, proper date just for us.
"Hey, isn't that skirt a bit too short? Everyone's staring."
"Hehe, why? Jealous?"
"Jealous my ass. Just worried they'll see everything from behind on the stairs."
"Gasp... then you like that, don't you?! Gotta make it even shorter to show off my ass~ you Netorare perv."
Rozalia poked my side with her elbow. I chuckled and pulled her waist close. My fingertips brushed soft, springy flesh.
Is she playing along perfectly for my fetish, or has she really turned into a total slut? Hard to tell anymore.
The cafe was pretty upscale. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, and it catered more to noble ladies than cadets—elegant vibes all around. We settled into a plush velvet sofa in the corner, facing each other.
Soon, a three-tiered tray of gorgeous desserts and black tea arrived on the table.
"Whoaaa~!"
Rozalia's golden eyes sparkled. She speared a strawberry tart with a tiny fork and popped it into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged like a chipmunk's as she chewed—adorably cute.
"Good?"
"Mhm! Here, say ahh, Karn. Ahh~"
She held the remaining tart piece to my lips. I opened up and let her feed me. Sweet cream danced on my tongue.
The filthy bitch from the video, splayed out on a grimy bathroom floor like a cheap whore, and this lovely girlfriend blushing as she fed me tart—they were the same person? Impossible to believe.
"You were so cool just now."
Rozalia propped her chin on her hand, staring straight at me. Her golden eyes curved with mischief.
"When you sent Prince Descartes' sword flying. Everyone was shocked—whispering like crazy that they had no idea you were that strong."
"Lucky fluke. Got cocky."
"Psh, can't fool my eyes. You even beat my bro."
Her foot stretched under the table, tapping my shin playfully.
"You got jealous, right? 'Cause I was cheering for the prince."
"......"
"So cute. All smug usually, but then you turn into a total baby."
Her plump lips twitched.
"How's it going lately? Think you'll win the bet?"
Honestly, with the bad end titled "Easy-to-Use Fucktoy Rozalia," I'd basically won already... but who knew? Lately, with those sincere eyes of hers, she might make me drop to one knee first.
I sipped my tea and casually asked for an update.
"Whaa... I'll win."
Rozalia licked cream off her fork and rolled her eyes.
"Get ready to propose, you perv. Save those Vulgar Netorights, or I'll make you do even more embarrassing shit later."
"Hey. After that bathroom romp with Descartes that day, you went to a motel, right? What'd you do there?"
Awkward. What the hell had they done, rolling around in that sticky motel room—my girlfriend and some other guy? Curiosity was driving me insane.
At Descartes' name, Rozalia smiled around her fork. She leaned forward, cleavage dizzyingly on display.
"Curious? Maybe I'll spill a little... I went full heat-crazed monkey. His massive cock pounded my tight cervix nonstop... my brain just melted white."
"......"
"Even kissing him, I was thinking of you the whole time. Legs spread wide, took a huge creampie."
Her sweet, loving gaze—dripping affection—reported how she'd whored her pussy out to another man, just for me. She whispered, eyes crinkling prettily.
"I'll send the spicy Netorare vid later. Bet your dick'll explode from it♡"
"......You're degenerating way too fast."
I suppressed the heat building in my gut, furrowing my brow.
"Tell me about this System penalty already. Don't keep it secret. What makes you act so fucking horny—er, insane?"
At my whining, Rozalia stuck out her tongue. Mischief filled her eyes as she flashed a cute V-sign by her face.
"Secret♥."
Infuriatingly adorable.
"Just behave, perv Karn. Imagine hard how my pussy gets fucked by other guys."
Driving me nuts. That cute taunt had my dormant little dick surging hot in my pants, sucking in blood.
I cleared my throat awkwardly and changed the subject.
"Why'd you sign up for Politics elective? The prince make you?"
"Yeah. He's... taking good care of me. Invited me for tea time often."
Tea time. The word made my gut twinge. Flashes of her licking his dirty asshole on a men's room floor, gulping semen—that vile, degrading tea time.
I hid my feelings and smirked.
"His Highness must adore our Rozalia. Well, you are stunning."
"Tch... you're way too chill, Karn."
She pouted.
"I'm out every day with other guys, fucking them... I go crazy depressed without seeing you even a day. Doesn't it bug you?"
"Jealous, yeah... but it turns me on like hell too. Perfect Netorase partner. And we got the bet. Using free Netorights to slut her out."
"Ugh... you piss me off, you Netorare masochist prick. I'll win, make you study romance novels for sweet shit just to get those Netorights."
Her grumbling was pure loveliness. I chuckled.
"Think that psycho third prince from the original story's falling for real? He's just using you like a convenient onahole. Not just empty empress talk—official royal marriage talks, that's how you win. You know."
"Ugh... I know! It's so unfair."
Rozalia stabbed the leftover tart viciously, sulking.
"But lately, his dick's been hard? Like, a tiny bit serious maybe..."
Her foot nudged my shin under the table. Playful tantrum, didn't hurt.
"But hey... what if I fall for His Highness first and dump your ass?♥ Felt it a little. His face is insanely hot, cock so huge it shreds my insides."
"......"
"And he's gaslighting me nonstop... turning me into a brainless noble bitch for real."
Playful words. I slammed my empty teacup down with a clink. Wiped tart cream from my lips with the back of my hand. Then leaned back deep into the sofa, slouched.
That was the moment.
"Ah, Karn."
Rozalia's brow furrowed ever so slightly.
"What?"
"Wipe your mouth with a napkin. Using your hand like a slob? And that slovenly slouch on the sofa..."
Her golden eyes scanned my hand and posture. A strange glint I'd never seen before flickered in them.
Cold, dry, laced with faint contempt. The haughty gaze of a pureblood noble, drilled in imperial etiquette, looking down on lowly trash.
"Really... this is why money-bought noble pretenders are..."
Silence. The cafe's soft classical music seemed to halt like a lie.
"Huh?"
I blinked.
Clatter! Crash!
The fork slipped from her hand, clanging loudly on the plate. Her slim shoulders jerked up sharply. Those golden eyes, haughty a second ago, shook like aspen leaves.
"Ah..."
She clapped both hands over her mouth.
"Gasp."
She sucked in a sharp breath. Her face drained pale instantly.
"K-Karn... I-I..."
Words failed. Panic welled tears in her reddening eyes.
I stared silently. That wasn't acting. Not play-acting to fit the scene or amp the Netorare roleplay.
Unconscious. Raw truth slipping out in a moment of lapse.
Descartes. That bastard's relentless, violent gaslighting.
Fuck. What horrors did she endure in that motel room? Why so fast? Rozalia's innate weakness to power as an easy bitch? Or some damn System penalty I didn't know? Couldn't tell.
Ideology of class superiority, force-fed while licking pureblood royal holes. It bleached her lovesick brain white, stained her depths black.
Insane.
My heart pounded—thud, thud, thud—like it'd crack my ribs. Breath quickened.
Wounding words, as they should be. Fatal insult from the lover I cherished most, denying my roots.
But fuck, it turned me on like mad.
The sweet girl who couldn't get enough of me. Now tainted by another man's tuning, unconsciously scorning me as trash. That forbidden thrill. Her terrified face realizing her slip.
"H-huh... ngh... haa."
My pants strained to burst. Blood rushed to my pathetic shriveled dick. Sticky precum soaked my underwear transparent.
I leaned forward over the table. Locked eyes with her trembling gaze.
"Rozalia."
My voice scraped out beastly.
"Y-yeah, Karn... s-sorry. I must've lost it... no idea why that came out. For real..."
"You."
I cut her terrified words. Grabbed her pale wrist.
Her pulse raced wildly. Across the narrow table, our gazes tangled—sticky, charged. Her guilt and shock melted into my ragged breaths and thick heat.
"Wanna hit the motel...?"
Blunt lust spilled from my lips.
Craved to devour those lips. Make that pretty mouth—which just unconsciously treated me like vermin—scream around my cock, moaning love.
Crush the flimsy royal pride he planted in her head, right there on the bed.
Her lips parted slightly. Her pale cheeks flushed ripe peach-red. Under the table, thighs twisted tight; her fingers clenched my wrist hard.
"Ah... y-yeah... K-Karrrn..."
"......Perfect♥"
As her wet voice replied—that instant.
-Bzz, bzz, brrr.
Her little handbag buzzed with the mana phone's vibration.
"......"
The sticky tension froze solid.
Vibration persisted. Her slim shoulders twitched. She opened the bag, pulled out the manaphone. Her face stiffened oddly at the screen's caller ID.
"Ah..."
She glanced between the screen and my face. The innocent flush from my motel suggestion cooled instantly. Instead, a cheap, fishy smile crept up.
Rozalia deliberately pressed accept in front of me.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Cautious, polite formality. But her voice trailed with eerie excitement.
"Salon partner tonight? ...Yes. Understood. I'll head to the manor, change into a dress, and arrive on time."
Short call ended. She set the phone down leisurely.
"Oops, Karn."
She leaned forward. Her off-shoulder blouse gaped, revealing the deep valley of her massive, heavy tits.
"Can't motel with you tonight."
"...Why? Prince summoning you?"
"Yeah. As royal salon partner. Gotta rack up points for empress—can't miss chances, right?"
Her drowsy eyes raked my face. The girl who'd panicked over calling me a fake noble? Gone. One prince call, and her thoroughly trained bitch nature resurfaced.
"Sorry. But seeing his name pop up... my pussy gushed like a flood."
She tapped her lower lip, tongue out like a whore.
"Just the ringtone, and his insanely handsome face... that monster cock wrecking my cervix... brain full, going crazy."
"......You really."
"Wanna hear the truth?"
Her golden eyes dropped to my crotch. Naked, dry scorn—like scraping my insides.
"Seeing your poor little dick in those pants... my soaked pussy'd go ice cold, all affection gone."
"Haa..."
"Sorry. Guess my pussy's a cheap slut now—won't satisfy without noble royal horse cock."
Words crushing me to dust. Mocking her boyfriend's tiny dick outright, praising a stranger's monster. My heart hammered ribs to splinters. Breath choked. Crushing loss and humiliation smashed my brain—but that shame fueled my pants, dick rock-hard. Precum gushed, soaking my underwear.
Seeing my trembling fists, Rozalia giggled slyly.
She stood, grabbed her bag, sidled to me. Leaned in, lips to my ear.
"Don't mope, my love. I'll send a real turn-on gift instead."
"...Gift?"
"Yeah. Check the mana network when you get home."
Her hot breath tickled my ear wetly.
"What happened in that motel. The spicy vid of me getting wrecked by His Highness—sending it raw."
"......!"
"You jerk your sad little dick to it alone in the dark. I'm off for real sex with the noble prince—cheating hard."
She pecked my cheek with a smacking kiss.
"Strawberry tart was yummy! See ya tomorrow, my pathetic Netorare masochist boyfriend♥"
She turned without regret. Crisp heel clicks. Short skirt flaunting her juicy swaying ass, Rozalia pushed through the cafe door. Clear bell chime escorted her glamorous exit.
I sat alone on the wide sofa. Across from me, her half-eaten red strawberry tart, abandoned.
My pants' pathetic little dick throbbed insanely erect, drooling clear fluid nonstop. Mocked for size by my beloved, bluntly told she's off to fuck another. Utterly pathetic, miserable—yet throbbing hard.
"Haa... fuck, this is insane..."
I raked my face roughly with both hands. Eyes burned with rage and humiliation, but thoughts of her promised spicy vid set my gut ablaze.
'Chicken couple hands wife to power for Netorase' h-game. How spicy is this...? Regretted never playing it in my past life.
The cafe's gentle classical melody echoed hollowly, muffling the pathetic breaths of a horny loser left behind.