Chapter 121
Chapter 121
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Side Story 1. Date with Agnes #03
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I don't know how much time had passed, but I slowly pulled my lips away from Agnes's.
Between Agnes's and my lips, a single glistening strand connected us, catching my eye.
"Hah... Arthin... down there..."
Agnes gazed up at me with a face flushed far redder than before, her voice laced with breathless longing—likely from the kiss that had set her completely ablaze.
In her eyes lingered a seductive glint that hadn't been there when we'd first been intimate a few weeks ago.
It wasn't the overt, brazen allure most of the women in my harem displayed.
This sensuality, wrapped in layers of modesty and shyness, always stirred a delicious sense of taboo deep in my heart.
Even now, her cadet uniform revealed not a hint of skin, yet it couldn't hide the graceful curves of her hips, waist, and breasts.
'...Huh?'
As I admired Agnes's figure, I realized one glaring problem.
How the hell was I supposed to get her clothes off?
'Sure, I can just drop my pants, but stripping her completely...? No, start with her pants first...?'
For someone used to enjoying Agnes in places where I could strip her fully bare, this first outdoor romp was proving challenging from the start.
'Screw it. Start with the pants... slowly...?'
The moment I reached for Agnes's belt and began undoing her pants' button—
"Like this... would it be more comfortable, Arthin?"
Agnes rose slightly from her spot, turned around, and presented her rear to me.
This was... doggy style?
'How did she think of something so perfect!'
Doggy style meant we only needed to pull our pants down a bit to make it work.
Unless, of course, Agnes wasn't some genius at riling up my dick.
"...Did you plan this out in advance?"
Preparing that naughty novel—didn't that mean she'd anticipated an outdoor play scenario? Prim and proper Agnes?
"...Idiot, I don't know."
Agnes didn't deny it.
Here was my lover begging for outdoor fun, bent over with her ass offered up.
Instant hard-on!
I sprang to full attention. No longer holding back, I undid my pants, and Little Arthin was raging in response to my excitement.
"O-outside, just whipping out your... your thing like that! What if someone sees, Arthin?!"
Agnes's eyes widened in shock when I pulled it out so suddenly. Or maybe she was just acting.
"You're the one seducing me so lewdly—I can't hold back anymore!"
Didn't matter either way. She was the one who'd tempted me into outdoor play, so I'd respond in full force.
Riding the mood, I unbuckled her leather belt, tossed it aside, and slowly peeled down her cadet pants.
There it was—her plump, ever-tempting ass, wrapped in lacy underwear that no prim outfit could hint at. And garter belts, too.
"Garter belts...?"
"Last time, I heard from someone that you liked garter belts... Do you like them?"
I didn't answer her question.
No answer was needed.
My lover wearing garters for me, black lace panties, shyly asking if I approved.
I wanted to reward her for it. So I brought my lips slowly toward her most intimate place.
"Kyaa?! Arthin, that's dirty... haang...♡"
"Chup, churuup."
We'd had sex and foreplay plenty of times, but because the women got aroused so quickly, I'd never gone down on her with my tongue even once.
Still, since they serviced me with their mouths all the time, didn't I owe her the same someday? I'd fantasized and practiced in my head a few times.
"Hnguut... aaang...♡ It's dirty... et...♡"
That practice had paid off.
Every lick of her beautiful pink folds made her back arch like a bow in delight—I could see it plain as day.
Plus, contrary to her protests about it being dirty, there was no foul odor from Agnes's pussy.
Instead, a faint, pleasant peach-like scent wafted up, reminiscent of the perfume she used when bathing.
A woman who bathed multiple times a day, always pristine and proper—her body couldn't possibly be unclean.
"Hahut?! Stop, I'm... I'm gonna cum... gonna cum... Arthin...♡"
Agnes gasped my name desperately, whether from hating the idea or sheer embarrassment, her hips bucking wildly. But I gripped her ass firmly and kept tonguing her relentlessly.
"Huaaang...♡"
Soon, her waist shivered in spasms as she hit a light climax.
With all the love juices flowing from her now, she was plenty wet—no pain on entry.
'Next time, I should taste the others' too.'
Harboring a thought I'd never dare say aloud to Agnes, I seized her quivering waist and hips.
"A-Arthin...? I'm still sensitive right now...♡"
"I know. That's what makes it better, right?"
Squiiiish!
Scraping her inner walls with my firm glans, I thrust in to the hilt in one go, lewd sounds echoing out.
"───!!!"
Agnes let out a silent scream at the aggressive penetration, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I might've worried about pain if it were our first time, but experience told me this meant her body was perfectly primed.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
I started slow pistoning, hips colliding. Agnes, lost in climax and pleasure, could only tremble helplessly.
'Having such an overwhelming dick is a mixed blessing—they all go brainless just from getting fucked.'
Not that I was complaining.
Shaomei in heat or Cirka with her switch flipped turned into total carnivores—I had to brace myself for those.
'Agnes's shy, cute reactions are the best.'
Even now, dazed as she was, she lifted her hips to make it easier for me, trembling all the while.
Agnes's thoughtful care, always for my sake, fueled my lust like the perfect lubricant.
And right now, the only way I could repay her was one: deliver the ultimate pleasure.
I ramped up the pistoning speed, gripping her waist to hold her steady.
"Hagut?! Hnguut!? So... good♡ Arthin♡ Driving me crazy♡!"
The imperial princess everyone coveted wasn't here.
Just Agnes the bitch, panting under her lover's 20cm-plus monster.
For this bitch Agnes, I decided to add a little spice.
"I think someone just passed by and saw us."
"...!!"
My hunch was spot on.
The moment I hinted, her pussy clenched noticeably tighter.
'So... Agnes has that kink.'
Like that time in Marianne's training room with the blowjob, or calling Shaomei during our alone time.
Agnes clearly preferred taboo thrills—sex in ethically dicey situations—over vanilla.
And did I hate that? Hell no.
'Love it. Taboo is the ultimate aphrodisiac.'
I didn't actually know if anyone passed, but even if they did, the massive parasol's shade would obscure us unless they stared hard.
Proper Agnes looked like just another horny slut under this parasol to any outsider!
Determined to create more sinful setups for her, I whispered in her ear.
"Don't worry—even if we're caught, I'll take full responsibility."
"Th-then...♡ Hng... if we're caught... it'll ruin my... princess image...♡ Nooo...♡"
Her mouth said no, but Agnes was deep in heat, unable to even hold her hips steady as pleasure wracked her body.
This forbidden defiling of her pure white canvas—I couldn't hold back anymore. I flooded her depths with cum.
Spluuurt! Spluuuush!
"Hnguuut...♡ So hot...♡"
As I shuddered through my release, Agnes sighed in satisfaction at the heat filling her.
"An unwed woman taking a man's seed outdoors... total slut, huh?"
"Uu... You're so mean... Calling me lewd... Chup..."
She protested, but when I kissed her with my dick still buried, she welcomed it, tangling her tongue with mine.
"Chup... Agnes... I could go more..."
One load wasn't enough; I brimmed with energy.
But even in taboo heaven, pushing too far might turn her off? Testing the waters, I kissed her lightly.
"Hah... B-but... staying like this... we might really get caught... Chup♡"
Agnes hesitated but kept kissing, breaths ragged.
Green light.
Squish! Squish!
"Hngut..?! Mmm... Chup... Uut..♡"
I kept kissing as I began moving my hips ever so slowly.
We had five hours left—I planned to spend every minute on outdoor sex.
And Agnes didn't refuse.
"I love you... Arthin... forever...♡"
Instead, she whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
That day, only after thirteen creampies did I end our outdoor date.
*
"Larry, the weather's nice—wanna digest and relax on the lawn?"
"Sure. I know a great spot nearby..."
While Agnes and Arthin enjoyed their time, a couple approached the lawn where they lounged.
"That lawn over there has a flower bed, perfect sunlight—not too hot. Barely anyone around..."
"Oh my! Larry, you wolf! Men really are all beasts!"
As Jorba had said, this was a hidden date spot.
Which meant people did stumble upon it occasionally.
And even if it wasn't a date spot, recognition could spark a massive scandal for Agnes and Arthin.
"Excuse me, you two—could you look over here for a sec?"
But Agnes wasn't one to leave things to chance.
"Oh, what is it... Gah... Hoot..."
"We're kinda busy... heeek..."
Shhh!
The waitress who approached the couple pulled out a perfume bottle and spritzed them. Their sharp eyes immediately glazed over.
"Now, you two are gonna sit on a nice bench in the south park and have a wholesome date. Got it?"
"Bench... date... Yeees..."
"Understood... wholesome date..."
The couple turned with blank stares and shuffled back the way they'd come.
Confident they wouldn't even remember coming here, the artifact-disguised waitress—Sion—sighed.
"Damn, if not for the princess's request, I wouldn't be doing this..."
Gritting her teeth, Sion pocketed the hypnosis spray from her waist.
"Handing me just this and telling me to keep people away for eight hours..."
The hypnosis drug Agnes had given her resembled Imperial Intelligence's special agents.
Sion tsked inwardly at having to resort to such covert tactics again.
'...Well, just eight hours of hassle, then I can ask Young Master for some one-on-one time next.'
Heh heh hut.
Sion's golden eyes gleamed as she pondered how to spend that time.
"This spot over there is perfect for prayer, sisters. I'm not luring you to some secluded place with bad intentions..."
Footsteps echoed from hundreds of meters away. Sion slowly melted into the shadows.
No guilt. Why should she suffer while others romanced?
She'd even programmed them for wholesome dates only—no harm there.
'Wait for me, Young Master. Next time, a proper one-on-one date... hehe...'
—That day, Sion erased the memories of thirty-two couples.