Chapter 158: Exposure and Voyeurism
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 158: Exposure and Voyeurism
The inner castle of Aran retained the distinct characteristics of the Divine Empire: marble walls faded to an ivory hue, a giant bell atop a spire, and stained-glass windows.
It looked more like a church than a castle. Still, its internal structure, while grander and more solemn, wasn't much different from that of a typical fortress.
Crack, crackle.
Flames danced in the fireplace on one side of the room, consuming the logs. Yet the air remained cool enough to raise goosebumps.
It couldn't be helped. Fireplaces look nice, but they're inefficient for heating. There's a reason beds were built high off the ground and enclosed with curtains on all four sides.
In fact, people sometimes froze to death even when bundled in several thick blankets, so I need not say more.
And this was the northern continent, after all.
Thanks to my high stamina stat, I was resistant to the cold and would be fine even if I were naked. But for anyone else, strolling around half-dressed was a good way to get killed.
Why do I bring this up?
Because Cynthia had just come to my room wearing a mesh dress that barely concealed her private parts.
“Aren't you cold?”
“For someone from the northern continent, this level of cold is just the right temperature for bathing in a stream.”
“For someone who says that, you seem to be shivering a bit.”
“You're mistaken.”
A small laugh escaped me. I moved two armchairs in front of the fireplace, sank into one, and gestured for her to sit.
“Sit.”
Click.
As Cynthia closed the door, the room became our private chamber. Unlike me, she sat with her back ramrod straight, her eyes fixed on mine.
Her face was still an emotionless mask. I didn't like it, especially since I knew it was an expression crafted by the Pope.
“So, what brings you to another man's room in the middle of the night? Weren't you satisfied with what happened this afternoon? Did you come to finish what we started?”
“…Do you think everyone is a pervert like you? I'm merely here to make a deal.”
The slight provocation got an immediate reaction. The corners of her eyes lifted, and her gaze sharpened. It was a defiant look.
This was her true face. The one she usually wore was a mask the Pope had trained her to use, one designed to inspire a sense of piety and reverence in the masses.
“You must have had a tough time when you were young.”
“Are you one to talk?”
She seemed to understand my meaning, for she quickly schooled her expression and retorted bluntly.
She was right; my expression was far nastier. I had the kind of face that naturally looked down on others.
“Really? I've never suffered because of this face. If anything, it's been a help.”
How many people would dare complain if the son of a lord who wielded absolute power on his manor looked a bit condescending?
Once I left the manor and began to make my move, that look, combined with my skills, was perceived as charisma. In other words, my face has never been a disadvantage.
“It was beneficial for me in the end, as well. I was beaten often as a child for being insolent, but I drew less attention from the thugs looking to recruit prostitutes.”
“But they couldn't have ignored your beauty…?”
“Just as my beauty began to blossom, I was fortunate enough to catch the eye of the Pope, who was then an archbishop.”
Cynthia glanced at me nervously. There was only one reason the Pope—a man dogged by rumors of countless mistresses and illegitimate children—would take an interest in her.
She was likely worried I would assume she was a worldly, experienced woman.
Sure enough.
“Fortunately, the Pope never laid a hand on me. He discovered my ability before he could. In other words, I am untouched.”
Cynthia added half a beat too quickly, her voice shrinking as if making an excuse.
“So I can fuck you without any worries?”
“…Spoken like a true pervert. Must you be so crude?”
“Who was it that came all over from just my fingers?”
“It wasn't me.”
I reached for Cynthia as she feigned ignorance. She flinched, leaning back hastily. My only target had been her hand.
“How lewd. What were you imagining?”
I held up our intertwined hands and grinned. Realizing she'd been played, she began to tremble with rage.
I leaned back again, sinking into the chair and staring blankly at the burning logs.
Silence fell. For a while, Cynthia also stared blankly at the fireplace. Our clasped hands, damp with cold sweat, slowly dried.
As time passed and the tension eased, Cynthia spoke, her gaze still fixed on the fire.
“Why don't you take me? A woman with a perfect face and body, a saintess who until recently was the object of everyone's admiration, is standing half-naked before you. Don't tell me… are you impotent?”
If she meant to provoke me, she succeeded. That was a word no man could ignore.
“Our great Saintess seems to feel no shame at all, praising her own face and figure so freely.”
“I only spoke the truth.”
She glanced down at my crotch. She was really trying to push me over the edge. A newborn puppy unafraid of a tiger.
“If you keep provoking me, you'll regret it…”
As I rose from my seat, she stood as if she'd been waiting, facing me.
She certainly had reason to be confident. She was slender, yet curvaceous in all the right places—her breasts, thighs, and buttocks. The kind of figure a man couldn't help but desire.
Her excellent proportions, which compensated for her slightly short stature, were another of her unique charms.
And what of her skin, glowing an orange hue like marble under the chandelier's light? It was all the more alluring because I knew how firm and supple it felt to the touch.
It was a figure I'd never known, hidden as it was beneath the loose-fitting clerical robes she always wore.
I hadn't even known her hair was a short, red bob until she'd removed her hood upon leaving the Holy Land.
“I don't understand. Weren't you the one who approached me from the start, saying my body was your goal? Why are you hesitating now?”
“Tsk, tsk. I'm being considerate because it's your first time.”
“You believe me?”
“I have to. If you had any experience, you wouldn't have come to me so recklessly.”
The saying ‘ignorance is bliss’ fit her perfectly. She could be this bold only because she had no idea how her ability would function during intercourse.
Cynthia tilted her head.
“Shouldn't it be the opposite?”
“You're one to talk about normal and abnormal, with a body that produces fluids capable of healing wounds?”
“What does that have to do with… Hmph!”
Her eyes widened. I had roughly grabbed her breast. It was as firm and supple as the rest of her skin, almost addictively so.
“It hurts…!”
“It'll be a problem if you're in this much pain…”
“What—”
“Because you'll feel a pain far greater than this every time we have sex. I'm talking about your hymen. Do you really think your healing fluids will make an exception for it?”
“Eh…?”
Cynthia's face went blank. It seemed the thought had never once crossed her mind.
She was so shocked she didn't even react when I brought my fingers to her cunt.
Her cunt was dry, since this wasn't an act born of emotional connection. Still, I wasn't worried. I had a good idea of her particular tastes.
I swept her into my arms, headed for the balcony, and whispered in her ear.
“Every time my cock pierces your cunt, your hymen will tear and regenerate, over and over. Can you even begin to imagine that pain, let alone endure it?”
That's why I'd planned to help her relax as much as possible and take my time with foreplay…
“W-wait—”
Belatedly realizing her mistake, Cynthia struggled to break free from my arms. Of course, I only tightened my grip.
“You shouldn't have provoked me.”
I grinned and opened the doors to the balcony. A biting cold wind immediately rushed in.
“W-why are we outside!?”
“Careful now. Raise your voice like that, and everyone will see your naked cunt.”
The rooms were close together. Thankfully, the curtains were drawn against the cold, but if we made a scene, someone from the next room would surely come out to investigate.
“This fucking pervert—”
“I'm not sure who's calling who a pervert. You're the real pervert here.”
“What— Haak!”
I spread a prepared blanket on the balcony table and laid her on it. Then, I brought the finger that had just stolen a touch of her cunt up to her face.
“Just admit it. You're a pervert. An exhibitionist who loves being watched.”
We'd only just stepped onto the balcony, yet her cunt, once dry as kindling, was now thoroughly soaked. And the texture was definitely not piss.
“No… this isn't—”
“What do you mean, no? Back on the horse, you got off more on Isabel's stare than on my fingers.”
It wasn't my hand that brought her to orgasm, but Isabel's gaze.
Perhaps it was from being forced to wear the ill-fitting robes of a saintess for so long after being taken in by the Pope. Cynthia had developed a taste for exhibitionism.
“No… I'm not a pervert…”
Cynthia shook her head, refusing to admit it.
“Lying, even with such clear evidence. Naughty girls must be punished.”
“P-punishment?”
“Yes. Punishment.”
I grinned, and her face filled with terror. I kissed her forehead, then lifted her into my arms, hooking my arm under her inner thighs from behind—a position that left her completely exposed.
“W-w-w-w-wait—!”
Horrified, she struggled with all her might. I only tightened my grip and whispered.
“Are you making a scene on purpose, hoping to be seen? You're an even bigger pervert than I thought.”
“Like hell I am!”
Her desperate face was a stark contrast to her usual composure, her emotions laid bare. The problem was, her voice had been a little too loud. A noise came from the next room.
“Hk—”
Cynthia quickly clapped a hand over her mouth. Her body trembled; she was genuinely startled. The amusing part was her cunt, which was now wet enough to cause a flood.
“Are you going to keep lying? When your body is being so honest?”
“Just shut up—”
I had no intention of showing Cynthia's naked body to another man, so I paused. Thankfully, there was no sign of anyone emerging onto the adjacent balcony.
“Haa…”
Cynthia must have thought the same, as she let out a sigh of relief. But it was short-lived. When I started moving slowly toward the neighboring balcony, she panicked again.
“W-what are you doing…?”
“You never know. Someone might be peeping.”
“Then you can go check by yourself, why are you dragging me along! In this state, no less…!”
“Because it's fun?”
“You crazy perverted bastard—”
Cynthia, about to scream again, glanced toward the next room and clamped her mouth shut. Instead, she glared up at me as if she wanted to kill me.
“I'm really going to kill you. I'm going to kill you.”
“Such a tantrum. When you're enjoying it too.”
“What bullshit—”
“Why don't you take a look at your own cunt, dripping wet as if you've pissed yourself, before you talk?”
Because I had her hooked by the thighs, her lower body was thrust slightly forward. All she had to do was look down to see her own cunt.
Reflexively, she looked down, and her face filled with bewilderment as she saw her own cunt.
Just then, the clouds parted, and the moonlight revealed her glistening cunt in stark detail, looking as if it had been flooded.
So much fluid was pouring out of her that it trickled down the crack of her ass and dripped to the floor.
“Th-this is…”
Cynthia was at a loss for words. I grinned, gathering her legs and pinning them with one arm. She was now folded like a shrimp, her cunt on full display.
With my other hand now free, I brought it to her cunt. I could feel its intense heat before I even made contact.
“Don't…! I said don't…! Hiiik—”
“Your mouth says no, but your cunt gushes every time I touch it. I'm not sure which one I should listen to.”
Naturally, I listened to the latter. I caressed her gently, stoking her arousal so she could better handle the pain of losing her virginity.
“W-we might really get caught…!”
“Don't worry. No one will see unless they're on the balcony right next to us. And if it looks like someone's coming out, we can just duck back into my room.”
A medieval night is darker than even the modern countryside. The curtains in the next room were drawn, and the only light was the orange glow of a candle seeping through the gaps.
My own curtains were only half-open, so without the moonlight, one could barely make out a silhouette.
In other words, we wouldn't be caught unless someone came out onto the balcony right next to ours.
The one mistake I made was forgetting that someone might have already been out on their balcony before we came out.
“Is something going on outside?”
A voice came from the next room. As promised, I started to take Cynthia back inside. But her reaction stopped me in my tracks.
“Hiek—”
The possibility of being caught must have powerfully stimulated her kink. Her hips bucked as she reached a climax.
But that wasn't the end of it.
“N-nothing's wrong, Father.”
A delicate voice came from the railing of the adjacent balcony, just a stone's throw away. A moment later, the girl who slowly raised her head was none other than Isabel.
The moment Cynthia's and Isabel's eyes met, the limp Cynthia was sent hurtling toward another climax.
“He-ek…!”
Her fluids shot out in a parabolic arc, heading straight for Isabel. Isabel, unable to even think of dodging, was hit head-on and completely drenched.
It was a shiofuki.