Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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"I'm sorry... Teacher... Please... punish me."
"How could I ever lay a hand on Your Ladyship's body..."
"Please... punish me."
The lady was actually begging me with a pleading expression.
If I told Armonia about this, would she believe me?
Not even I could believe it myself...
'Fuck, who would believe this...'
Who could've imagined the lady suddenly hiking up her skirt and asking me to spank her ass...
Was the lady's thought process completely broken, or had I unconsciously wrecked her without realizing? There was no way to know.
'But I can't just let this slide...'
It was a dream anyway, so spanking her shouldn't cause any real issues.
Still, the sleeping potion she'd taken was said to have only mild anesthetic effects.
If I smacked her plump ass hard and she suddenly woke up, swinging a dagger at my throat, my life could end right then and there.
I decided to start with some foreplay.
Foreplay for spanking her plump rear...
Last time it had been pure white panties, but now they were pink silk ones matching her hair color.
The lace-trimmed pink underwear gleamed radiantly in the sunlight.
I grabbed a handful of her firm ass.
"Hngh! Haa..."
"Lady, you played so well until the very end. Why make a mistake now?"
"Th-that's... Hngh!"
Rub, rub.
Her body, honed by war, boasted a flawless figure without an ounce of excess fat, yet her ass was generously padded.
"Hngh, hnng!"
"Are you moaning right now? During this sacred lesson in music?"
"N-no... Hnng!"
"This simply won't do. With this attitude, of course you'd make such ridiculous mistakes!"
"Hngh! S-sorry..."
For a lady who strictly upheld the hierarchy, this high-pressure dominance was incredibly effective.
She hadn't even been spanked yet, but her ears were flushed red as she panted softly.
The springiness of her ass was the best among any woman I'd ever felt.
I stopped kneading her cheeks and pushed her down to look at her.
She turned her head slightly to gaze up at me, her expression fueling my sadistic urges.
But I held back.
'Gotta take it slow for now. Shit could go sideways...'
No matter what, I had to avoid her waking up.
Smack...
"Hngh..."
"You'll show no remorse in a class handling sacred music, will you."
Smack...
"Hnng... T-teacher..."
"..."
She seemed embarrassed, like she wanted me to stop.
I figured I'd pause for now and hit her hard later after casting Sleep.
But as I lowered my hand, her trembling voice rang out.
"Th-that... won't be enough for true remorse. I... need it... harder..."
"..."
Excuse me, what did you say?
I thought I'd misheard.
I decided to push her hard.
"I hold the authority for corporal punishment! Are you giving me orders right now?"
"N-no! S-sorry!"
The lady hurriedly pulled down her dress skirt in a rigid posture, stood straight, then sat back in her chair.
'Kukuku, this is more fun than I thought? But why am I dreaming this?'
It was amusing, but utterly baffling.
What I'd learned from the previous dream about the lady was that she lived oppressed in the Demon King's castle.
But begging to be spanked...?
What was the trigger? The location? The person? The timeframe?
'Time to get booted soon anyway.'
I resolved to figure it out gradually.
As the dream time ended, I was ejected from her dreamscape.
I performed several more dives that day, and the performance mistakes kept happening.
I wrapped up the sessions by lightly spanking her ass(?) multiple times.
I didn't even use Hand Skill, fearing she'd wake.
I got so excited without realizing and ended up hugging the lady far longer than planned.
That's when I discovered the fatal flaw of dream diving.
'Ah... so sleepy. Feels like I'll pass out here. Gotta get out.'
I had no idea if the lady slept soundly, but diving into someone else's dream left me feeling utterly unrested.
I'd prided myself on being nocturnal, but Schutra's routine had turned me diurnal.
The problem was the lady clinging to me and refusing to let go.
Then she mumbled.
"...Hit me more."
"My god..."
From that pure, saintly face came words no masochist should utter.
And her grip was no joke.
If she'd clung that desperately on purpose, I never would've escaped.
'Haa... I'm losing it, let go. Driving me crazy. Ah, I'm getting hard!!'
'I'll explain on the way... You won't believe it...'
I barely shook off the lady and left her room.
I locked the door and tossed the key into the brat's room.
"Kuul..."
"This fucker was screaming earlier, now snoring like a baby..."
While I was worn out fooling around with the lady, this kid slept peacefully.
...Actually, my side sounded way better.
I snarked at the kid sprawled on the floor and left the room.
As I headed to my quarters, the sun's wick ignited beyond the mountains.
I explained the dream events to Armonia.
'Knew it...'
Who would believe this...
Not anyone else, but the lady craving punishment...
'Then what?'
[Dependency Craving]
[Strict Hierarchy]
[Fear of Emptiness]
They certainly seemed to fit the situation, but I couldn't be sure.
'...I thought knowing traits meant understanding a person completely, but the lady's different.'
Even Armonia couldn't check every trait combination.
Tomorrow, I'd dive into the lady's dream again for clearer intel.
"Shall I bring your meal?"
"...Huh?"
Through my bleary vision, I saw the lady looking down at me.
Her pink hair cascaded like rain in her neat maid outfit.
She gazed at me impassively.
As far as I remembered, this was the first time waking up to see her this close.
"Uh... right now..."
"It's lunchtime."
"...Yeah? Where's Viola?"
I flailed my arm beside the bed as I asked.
My real-world first love wasn't on the bed.
"You said you were bored earlier and went to find someone else."
"She went outside to look, huh..."
No matter how much she loved comics, nothing beat living friends.
Viola seemed happy just being with Beatrice.
The lady looked down at me and asked again.
She was so beautiful it felt like a goddess descending.
"So, shall I bring your meal?"
"Yeah, two servings like always."
"...Understood."
She left the quarters quietly, not even her heels clicking.
I flopped back and commed Armonia.
"Ah... I'll only use dream dives while here. Gotta be cautious later."
Excited, I asked Armonia eagerly.
"Oh? Yeah? What'd she do?"
"Pheromone effect?"
"Too bad."
Thinking about it, even Luna took a long time to be affected by pheromones.
Despite sitting next to me daily, that was the extent.
The lady might only feel a faint pull by the time I left.
Soon, she returned pushing a meal cart.
She wheeled it toward the table.
That ass was impressive the more I saw it.
Not vulgar shaking, but elegant swaying.
In my half-awake daze, I sat at the table, and she began arranging the dishes.
Just one serving, as expected.
"Just bring it all."
"...If it's because of yesterday."
"Eat. That's an order."
"Eek... Yes, understood."
She flinched at my command, then promptly placed all the food from the cart on the table.
'Oh! Response improved?'
The lady who'd chattered back yesterday now obeyed my firm order instantly.
The feeling...
'Come to think of it, similar when the Grand Duke got mad.'
'Oh, warming up to her now?'
Armonia rated the lady highly but hadn't liked her much.
Still resented her replacing her during the mission.
'...'
Of course... Perks of being CEO.
If I brought the lady along, command would default to Armonia anyway.
Anything beat this rascal.
After finishing my late breakfast, the lady hurriedly cleared the dishes.
Perhaps due to recent events, her wariness was plain as day.
She swiftly returned the dishes and came back.
I'd thought she'd dawdle fearing I'd sleep and mess up, but she was efficient.
"Ah, stuck here doing this is boring. Anything fun?"
"There's a library in the Demon King's castle. But I don't know the inside..."
"Let's go!"
"...? Right now?"
"Yeah, bored."
She led the way to the library, and I followed in changed clothes.
The exterior was nothing special.
Except that first time getting blocked...
"Scram! This ain't a place for humans."
A grotesque giant centipede blocked the entrance, and the lady calmly explained to the monster.
"S-sorry! Spare my life at least..."
"I just wanna look around inside..."
"Thank you! Look all you want!"
I hadn't planned to kill it, yet I got thanks for saving its life.
Would it even be a fight?
One venomous fang and I'd be dead.
Or bleed out before the poison spread?
Turns out the massive centipede was the librarian.
It scurried on hundreds of legs, busily sorting books.
Problem was the books were huge.
The lady instantly read my mind and asked the librarian for human-sized books; it bowed and guided us.
We arrived at a dusty shelf of shabby books.
"Sorry. This is all the human-sized books..."
"It's fine. Do your thing."
I browsed the shelves.
'Hm, looted after conquest?'
No maintenance here; everything was a mess.
Important national documents scattered like flyers, books jammed haphazardly.
I told the lady.
"I'll wander. You browse freely too."
"...Yes, understood."
She seemed interested, smiling faintly as she looked around.
Good call coming here.
But I found nothing worthwhile.
'Total mess. Came for fun, but no comics, huh?'
'Oh? Comics?'
'...Not comics?'
'Hey, don't dismiss it...'
This was straight-up ignoring me...
I pulled the book from the shelf.
Dust rained down as adjacent books shifted it.
Thick, but parchment pages meant few in number.
Contents: human research on succubi.
'Grab it first. They'll allow borrowing, right?'
I wandered hoping for more goodies.
The lady stood reading intently.
Clueless to my movements.
Her long pink thread-like hair veiled the book.
I approached and said.
"Sit at the table to read."
"Hik!"
Thud!
Startled, she slammed the book shut and stared at me wide-eyed.
'Did I break her?'
I'd said it because it was surprising she hadn't noticed me, lost in her book.
At her level, she'd sense my presence instantly, so her focus must've been intense.
I told her again.
"Go to the table. Don't hinder movement."
"...Yes, understood. Sorry."
She obeyed what amounted to a command.
She sat at the table, glanced at me, then dove back in.
I didn't want to disturb, but curiosity nagged about her book.
I browsed casually, then cast Sleep from behind.
Thump...
She collapsed upper body on the table, out cold.
'No magic resistance here makes this OP skill?'
As Armonia said, no resistance made it cheat-tier, but any could cause issues.
I approached and gently removed the book.
Records on Perron's king.
The lady slept with her head turned, tears streaming down.