Chapter 102: Flirtatious Glance
Chapter 102: Flirtatious Glance
The two of them left the costume shop and began walking toward the downtown area of the outer castle. They passed through the inner city wall, where the guards at the post verified Nero’s identity before letting them through. Jaejin was treated as Nero’s companion.
During that brief wait, Jaejin felt the guards’ eyes scanning his body.
While the Red Oni guard seemed indifferent, a guard who appeared to be a Majin watched Jaejin intently.
Jaejin could tell instantly that this wasn't a routine inspection or a look of suspicion. He could see a slight tremor of excitement in the man—the kind of thrill one feels when seeing someone who is exactly their type.
The guard seemed to be holding himself back, likely because Jaejin appeared to be a subordinate of someone high-ranking, or perhaps a noble himself.
Jaejin felt a chill run down his spine at the thought that if the guard had been a reckless romantic who didn't care about social status, he might have received a serious confession or a direct pass.
Unlike the relatively quiet inner castle, the road leading down to the city was crowded with people coming and going. Jaejin’s feet felt like lead, refusing to move, but Nero took his hand and led him from the front.
Her bright, innocent smile looked like the grin of a demon to him right now.
"Nero... do we really... have to do this...?"
"Don't be scared, just take it slow. One step at a time."
He wanted to snap at her for using lines straight out of a shonen manga while forcing him to go out in drag, but with so many people already staring at the conspicuous pair, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
He walked carefully, trying his best to ignore the eyes on him, but the tension he hoped would fade only grew as the crowd thickened.
People brushed past them, and more and more passersby stole glances or turned back to look. Eventually, unable to bear the shame, Jaejin felt his cock begin to stiffen beneath the fabric of his dress.
"Ah, you have an erection now, don't you? I don't even need my Golden Eyes to tell. You're incredibly turned on, aren't you?"
"N-no... I'm not..."
The fear of being caught by the crowd, the terror that his life would be over if they found out—it was all paradoxically arousing. The fact that he was secretly getting hard while surrounded by people...
Jaejin couldn't deny Nero’s words; she had hit the nail right on the head.
Even as he walked with a hard-on, the awareness of the people watching him made his cock grow even thicker and firmer.
He wanted to get this over with. He didn't care about rewards or punishments; he just wanted to run away. His steps were heavy, but Nero, wearing a silly grin, wove through the crowd and began shopping with Jaejin in the commercial district.
She went into an accessory shop to consult a craftsman about a necklace that would match Jaejin’s dress, and then into a clothing store to browse for his next outfit.
In every instance, Nero deliberately induced him to interact and speak with people. Fortunately, Jaejin was capable of producing a beautiful, somewhat androgynous voice that successfully deceived the shop assistants and owners.
In fact, he felt a wave of confusion as they complimented his beauty and flattered him with the same fawning attitude they would show any female customer.
How is this actually working?
Even fashion professionals with keen eyes failed to realize he was a man, despite seeing him up close. His heart hammered against his ribs the entire time he spoke to them, terrified they would notice his secret or the erection he was struggling to hide.
"See? ♡ No one would ever look at you right now and think you're a man. So, keep getting all worked up, and once we get back, I'll rub you until you spurt and cum everywhere."
Nero whispered those encouraging words to him right after they stepped out of a shop. It was hard to take it as a 'pure' compliment, but regardless, if he could make it back without being caught, a pleasurable mating session awaited him.
As Jaejin walked through the city again, waiting only for that moment of ejaculation, someone called out to him.
"Excuse me for a moment. I simply couldn't let you pass by."
The one who spoke was a boy—no, a young man—who looked like a noble. He was short, around 160 centimeters, and had his blonde hair slicked back in an attempt to look more mature and cover for his height. He stood before Jaejin with a look of supreme confidence.
"A-are you talking to me?"
"Of course. Who else would I be talking to? Be grateful that you’ve caught the eye of I, Samiye Ingvey."
The man, identifying himself as Samiye, approached Jaejin with an incredibly arrogant attitude, accompanied by a tall maid following behind him.
"You, what family are you from? I have quite the wide social circle, yet I've never seen or heard of a woman like you."
"I... I am..."
Jaejin was caught off guard by the sudden interrogation and found himself at a loss for words. If he tried to make up a lie on the spot without thinking it through, he might arouse suspicion, so he turned his eyes toward Nero.
"The young lady is a precious guest of our Demonic Dragon Tribe. I would appreciate it if you didn't act so rudely."
"Hmm? The Demonic Dragon Tribe?"
The man, who had looked displeased when Nero intervened, immediately softened his expression upon hearing the name of the tribe.
While all demons were technically equal, there was still a hierarchy among the races. The Six Great Races, which directly produced Demon Lord candidates, received special treatment, and among them, the Demonic Dragon Tribe was held in even higher regard.
"Still, this lady doesn't appear to be of the Demonic Dragon Tribe herself. Is that not so?"
"Y-yes. But why do you ask...?"
Jaejin nodded, putting his all into his acting while maintaining his androgynous, melodic voice. He prayed it would be nothing serious, but his hopes were instantly crushed by the confident man.
"I've been watching you, and your attire and etiquette are both impeccable. As your servant said, you must have been born and raised in a well-bred household. I've taken a liking to you. I'd like to invite you to my home for a cup of tea. What do you say?"
Tea. Jaejin was speechless at the directness of the pass. He hadn't expected, even in his wildest dreams, that walking around for a bit in this outfit would lead to a man hitting on him so boldly.
As Jaejin tried to avoid answering by hiding behind Nero’s back, the man pressed for a response. Unable to watch the situation any longer, his maid stepped forward.
"I am so sorry. My young master is from a collateral line of the Jaun tribe, and he tends to get ahead of himself. Please forgive his rudeness."
"Don't say unnecessary things, Anje! This isn't your place to—ahem..."
The two of them bickered for a moment before the employer, Samiye, gave up and turned to leave. Then, he suddenly looked back and snapped a question at Jaejin.
"What is your name?"
"The lady's name is Jinnie. By the way, you two seem to have a very... special relationship for a master and a maid."
"W-what!? You... just you wait...!"
Samiye’s face turned beet red at Nero’s retort, and he stomped away in a fit of rage. Watching him go, his maid let out a good-natured laugh.
It was a beautiful, relaxed smile. Jaejin could tell that she, the maid, was a being close to a Lust Demon. He suspected she was also a member of the Jaun tribe's collateral line.
"Hehe, your butler has a good eye. Don't worry. Once we get back, I'll make sure to give the young master a very thorough education."
From their reactions and dialogue, Jaejin could roughly guess the relationship between Samiye and the tall maid. He realized that Samiye had likely flirted with Jaejin just to get this maid’s attention—perhaps even to be punished by her.
"And Miss Jinnie, your erect cock keeps poking against your clothes, so be sure to hide it well with your hand. ♡ Well then, I'll be going. It was a pleasure meeting you. ♡"
The maid whispered the advice lowly to Jaejin. He flinched at the realization that she had known he was cross-dressing all along. He watched Anje’s retreating figure as she waved goodbye.
As the tension broke, his body went limp with relief. The empty feeling between his legs, the strain of pretending to be a woman...
Feeling that this was something he could never do a second time, Jaejin felt a sudden, massive surge of arousal.
The string that had been pulled taut finally snapped, and all the emotions he had been suppressing during the conversations came rushing back at once.
The walk back was quick. They walked in silence through various districts, past the inner wall, with Jaejin half-collapsed into Nero’s arms.
Even when people turned to look at them, they said nothing until they reached the castle. Instead of stopping at the costume shop, they headed straight for the main castle where Nero resided.
The moment they entered Nero’s room, Jaejin watched her with an anxious, restless expression as she straightened her clothes.
When she continued to ignore him, Jaejin cast aside his shame and lifted his skirt. Beneath the curtain of fabric, his long cock, fully erect and dripping with pre-cum, revealed itself.
"N-Nero... I've waited so long... so..."
Still wearing the wig and the dress, begging without a shred of modesty, Jaejin looked pathetic—and Nero watched him with incredibly lecherous eyes.
"Please... hurry up and eat me..."
Upon hearing that, Nero took off her vest. She approached Jaejin, unbuttoning her shirt one by one.
With every button undone, the femininity hidden beneath her masculine attire began to spill out. Her breasts were revealed beneath a tightly bound bra, along with her lean, toned abs.
Once her upper body was exposed, she unzipped her dress slacks and let them fall.
Her firm, honey-toned thighs came into view, and as she stepped out of her pants, she stood before him semi-nude, wearing only her shirt and panties.
Jaejin swallowed hard. Looking at her body, which flaunted a remarkably attractive, slender physique, his already throbbing cock pulsed even harder.
"Then, before I eat you, why don't you show me some sincerity first?"
The 'sincerity' she spoke of was simple and clear. Reaching beneath the hem of her swaying shirt, she pulled off her panties in one swift motion and held them in her hand.
She then hooked them over Jaejin’s erect cock and jerked her chin. Jaejin wasn't stupid enough to miss the meaning, nor was he in a sane enough state to refuse such an insulting and shameful command.
In front of Nero, Jaejin gripped the underwear she had been wearing all day and began rubbing it against his cock. The soft fabric, saturated with her thick scent, provided an intense stimulation that was hard to believe came from mere masturbation.
While his body grew weak from the pleasure, his hand moved with uncontrollable speed. Naturally sinking to his knees and focusing on his self-pleasure, Jaejin watched as Nero stood over him, spreading her legs and bringing her hand to her own vulva.
There was no way Jaejin didn't know what that meant. While his hand continued to stroke, he took Nero’s vulva—now perfectly level with his face—into his mouth.
Overwhelmed by her scent, the bitter taste of her vaginal fluids, the sensation of her soft thighs and body heat, and the constant friction of the panties against his cock, he finally broke. Spurt. Spurt-spurt. He poured out the semen he had been holding back all day into her panties.
Though the intense pleasure of the release shook his entire body, Jaejin did not stop the hand rubbing his cock.