Chapter 159: Exhibitionism and Voyeurism
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 159: Exhibitionism and Voyeurism
“Hah… Hah…”
Cynthia’s sweet breath rose like a heat haze and mixed with the air. The nape of her neck, where I’d brushed against it, was as hot as a burn.
Her drained body leaned completely against me, her hips twitching intermittently. Each time, her juices sprayed out like a water gun.
The moon, peeking out from between the clouds, spied on Cynthia’s captivating figure as she, completely undone, savored the afterglow of her climax.
Her sweat-slicked skin, bathed in the moonlight, looked all the more delectable. Her pussy, soaked and ravaged by her juices, was laid bare in stark detail.
Gulp.
Isabel’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. Her dress, soaked with Cynthia's fluid, starkly revealed the pale skin of her upper chest.
Yet, far from being angry, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Cynthia's vulva.
She is at that age, I suppose. Curious about the other sex.
As I caressed Cynthia's pussy, Isabel licked her own lips. Was it just my imagination, or did the movement of her tongue strangely resemble my touch?
It was then—as Cynthia savored the afterglow of her climax, Isabel kept her eyes glued to Cynthia, and I stole glances at the sly little girl—that it happened.
“Isabel. Your role is crucial. To reclaim the throne for our family, the Baron’s cooperation is essential. Use any means necessary to capture his heart.”
The Duke's voice came from the next room again. I quickly covered Cynthia's mouth.
“Hmph—”
Cynthia let out a muffled moan, her hips jerking. Another gush of her juices sprayed out.
“Yes, Father. Do not worry. I will be sure to steal the Baron’s heart.”
Isabel released the hem of the dress she had been clutching. She seemed to have been sweating quite a bit, as she subtly wiped her hand.
After straightening her clothes, she bent her knees slightly and smiled at me with her eyes. It seemed she had no intention of telling the Duke about the current situation.
“I’m counting on you.”
I heard a door close. It seemed Duke Signir had left Isabel’s room.
“Haaek—”
The moment I removed my hand from her mouth, Cynthia gasped for air. Her eyes were glazed over, and her body soon followed, going limp and languid.
She thought it was over and had relaxed in relief. And I hadn't even started yet.
I whispered in her ear.
“Still think you’re not a pervert?”
“Ahk… N-No—”
Cynthia shook her head, releasing another gush of fluid. My words, forcing her to acknowledge reality, had aroused her all over again.
Squirting without even being penetrated? Her body was far more sensitive to the gaze of others than I’d thought.
Which made it even better. The more aroused she became, the less pain she would feel from her impending defloration.
“Go on, try and deny it again.”
I dragged the table to the railing and sat on it with Cynthia. Then I spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy once more.
Gulp.
Facing Isabel, of course. As Cynthia's vulva came close enough to touch, Isabel's eyes trembled minutely.
“I-I'm sorry... I was wrong... Please stop—”
“Your body seems to think otherwise.”
In just a moment, the table was soaked. It was Cynthia's fluid; she was even more aroused than Isabel.
“Ahk—”
She shuddered and then leaned her body completely against me again. Another orgasm.
I toyed with her firm breasts and the area around her pussy as I looked down at Isabel.
“Allow me to apologize on behalf of this pervert.”
“It's quite all right. It's an interesting spectacle, isn't it?”
Isabel quickly raised her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes, however, kept trying to drift back down to Cynthia's pussy.
Furthermore, she seemed unaware that she was repeatedly licking and gently biting her own lips.
“Would you like to watch a little longer?”
Isabel’s eyes widened. Cynthia, held in my arms, also flinched.
“Wouldn't that be an imposition?”
“What can I do? This pervert here desires and enjoys the lady's attention.”
Couldn't I use Isabel to keep the exhibitionistic Cynthia heated up?
“Who said I enjoyed it—”
Of course, Cynthia's opinion wasn't taken into account in the slightest. Isabel ignored her too.
“If the Baron permits it, I suppose I could spare a moment.”
“It's time you were asleep. I worry I'm taking up your time with a pointless suggestion.”
Isabel pouted.
“I'm not a child. I may look it, but I'm nineteen—old enough to give the Baron a healthy son, you know?”
“Nineteen, really?”
I knew it was rude, but I couldn't help but ask with wide eyes. To me, Isabel was a 'girl' as cute as a doll.
Her height, which would barely reach my waist, her round face still holding some baby fat, and her slender frame—wasn't this the very image of a young girl?
“Would you like to... test me?”
Isabel took the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it, exposing her thighs. Judging by the wide space between them, her pelvis seemed quite developed.
Was it because of the Duke's request? Even so, she was being far too bold with a man she'd just met.
Isabel seemed aroused, too. Perhaps, like Cynthia, she had a particular sexual desire.
“My lady. This doesn't seem like a conversation to be had while I'm holding another woman.”
I spread Cynthia's pussy with both hands so Isabel could get a better look. It was the moment her soaked, textured, red inner flesh was completely exposed.
Gulp.
“Heuk—”
Cynthia's moan and the sound from Isabel's throat overlapped. Isabel was now openly staring at Cynthia's pussy.
The skirt in her hand crumpled further, and her tongue toyed with her lips so much I wondered if they'd wear away.
“What does it matter? It's common for men to take mistresses, isn't it? As long as you don't insist on bringing your outside children into the family, it's fine.”
Then, belatedly remembering she was in a conversation with me, Isabel raised her gaze. Perhaps trusting in the veil of night, her expression was utterly composed.
I knew her words were just an excuse. Aren't women creatures of jealousy? Didn't she just want this stimulating situation to continue?
Her next words reinforced my suspicion.
“May I... touch her?”
They say human greed knows no bounds! Not content with just looking, Isabel wanted to touch.
“N-No! Absolutely not—!”
Cynthia shook her head frantically. It was the most resistance she could muster.
“She says no.”
If I played my cards right, this was a chance to make both women's first time a threesome.
Even so, I shook my head. It was because her exhibitionism was only effective under the gaze of a stranger.
I needed to remember that when Cynthia had stood half-naked before me earlier, she hadn't been aroused at all.
The moment Isabel crossed the line from stranger to acquaintance, the arousal might vanish. Meaning it was important to maintain the right distance.
“Wasn't she just a simple plaything?”
“She is the woman who will be my wife.”
Cynthia, who had been gasping in pleasure, flinched. Then our eyes met, and she quickly lowered her head. Truly, she was a dishonest woman.
“Your wife? Do you really think a pervert who isn't chaste and whimpers filthily like an animal is a suitable wife for you, Baron?”
“It's fine, because it's a side she shows only to me. And in a marital relationship, it's good to drop all pretense and show one's true self.”
I tilted Cynthia's head back and kissed her. I licked her lips and traced her teeth and gums.
When she could bear it no longer and granted me entry, I pushed my tongue inside and began to explore.
When our tongues met, hers unexpectedly responded with enthusiasm. I wondered why, then I saw her gaze was fixed on Isabel.
Wasn't it just adorable, the way she was keeping her rival in check even while dying of embarrassment?
In contrast, Isabel's smooth brow furrowed.
“She's still not wife material. Look at her. A wife should serve her husband, but all she does is receive. She isn't qualified.”
“Hmm. That's what she says... What do you think?”
Cynthia, seeing through my question, hesitated before moving to the floor below the table. Of course, she didn't forget to leave a parting remark.
“You crazy fucking pervert—”
“Does that make us a perverted couple?”
“Just shut up.”
An irritated hand pulled down my pants. Almost simultaneously, her bold hand froze. Isabel's eyes widened, her mouth falling open.
“Huh…?”
Gulp.
Cynthia's throat bobbed. With a look of disbelief, she stared up at the massive shadow looming over her face.
“I-I never heard it was this big…”
It seemed the older girls from the orphanage who'd become prostitutes had never mentioned that cocks this huge existed.
Cynthia was visibly flustered. Given the endless pain of defloration that awaited her, her fear must have been even greater.
“So, you're giving up?”
I gestured toward Isabel with my eyes, and Cynthia abruptly grabbed my cock. Then, as if to show Isabel, she began to openly wave it around.
“Oh, my…”
A startled Isabel covered her face with her hands. Wasn't it a little late for that? Her fingers were even spread apart, her eyes clearly visible between them.
When the clouds covered the moon, plunging everything into darkness, she went a step further.
She stealthily lowered her hands and began to touch her own breasts and vulva.
The incredibly stimulating situation had pushed her toward deviance. Though I'd have to find out later if she originally had such a kink.
Cynthia was even more excited.
“Haeuk…!”
Her juices trickled down the cleft of her ass, dripping steadily onto the floor and leaving a trail.
Willingly showing a girl she'd just met today that she was caressing my cock seemed to have properly stimulated her kink.
Although it was too dark to see well, sometimes not being able to see is even more stimulating. Besides, their breathing proved they were there…
Of course, my eyes pierced the veil of night, allowing me to gaze freely upon both women's vulvas.
Should this be enough?
Despite the visual stimulation, however, the pleasure wasn't that great. For one, it was obvious that both Cynthia and Isabel lacked experience.
Cynthia's touch was clumsy, and she hesitated to use her tongue. And Isabel, far from being bold for her audience, retreated further into the darkness.
Still, it was a fact that Cynthia was madly aroused, so I laid her on the table again.
“W-W-Wait…!”
Guessing what I was about to do, she pushed against my chest. Her face, as she looked down at my erect cock, was filled with fear.
“If you don't want to, I'll stop.”
I gave her time to think, gently caressing her breasts. Her skin was supple, but her breasts were even more so. The flesh inside her pussy would be even better.
“No, it's not that I don't want to…”
“If the Baron wishes, I could take her place.”
As Cynthia hesitated, Isabel stepped forward. It seemed she didn't want to stop here either.
Still trusting in the veil of night, she hadn't stopped touching her breasts and vulva.
What a sly little brat.
“Hmm… Should I?”
I grinned down at Cynthia. She ground her teeth. She knew I was using Isabel to unlock her defenses.
“It's really, stupidly big…!”
“That's what's good about it, no? You'll come to like this thing soon enough.”
“Like hell I will.”
Cynthia turned her head to the side. It was a sign of permission. In the meantime, to relax her tense body, I teased her pussy with the head of my cock.
“Hnngh…”
Her eyelids trembled. But her tense body wouldn't relax so easily.
The size of my cock and the anticipated pain of her defloration had seized her. Wondering what to do, I slyly moved the head further down.
“Wh-What are you doing? That's not the place!”
The reaction was immediate. She stared at me, horrified. I just grinned.
“It would hurt less here, though.”
For her, with a pussy that had an infinitely regenerating hymen, her asshole might be a better option. Hmm, this was a real dilemma.
“Huh…?”
Cynthia seemed tempted, too. As I advanced the head a little further, she grabbed my arm.
“W-Wait. I'm not ready there…”
“So, if you were ready, you would have allowed it? And you still say you're not a pervert?”
“…Just shut up and put it in!”
Finally, Cynthia squeezed her eyes shut and gave up. Of course, I didn't let her off that easily.
“Where? You have to be specific.”
I pressed the head against her perineum, tracing my way back up to tease her pussy again. When her body tensed up, I aimed for her asshole again.
Her body twitched every time the head moved back and forth. After a few more repetitions, I felt her tense body relax as if it were melting snow.
Her mind, too.
“I-In the front…?”
Before her body could tense up again, I pushed my cock inside. Her thoroughly wet pussy immediately guided my cock deep inside.
As I forced my way into the tight, uncharted territory, her inner flesh instantly contracted, squeezing my cock.
The supple flesh was greedy, as if trying to wring everything out of me.
Added to that were the ceaselessly wriggling folds, and the pleasure was so intense that for a moment, my mind went blank.
“Aargh—!”
Cynthia was the complete opposite. Despite all my efforts, she was in excruciating pain.
The problem was, this was only the beginning. I could feel the entrance tightening.
Her hymen was regenerating.
I can't let her first time be a disaster.
I quickly changed our position to doggy style and forced her limp head up. Before her eyes was Isabel, masturbating.
With perfect timing, the clouds parted again, and the moonlight illuminated them both.
The moment they were starkly revealed to each other, they both let out moans, as if on cue.
“Aah…”
“Haeek—”
Her pussy reacted instantly, too. The inside quivered and became even wetter.