Mistaken for a Casanova

"……"

Serafina did not pull away from my hand. No—quite the opposite: she tilted her head into my palm and nuzzled against it, eyes narrowing as she melted into my touch like a cat starving for praise.

Status Analysis.

Her wariness had crumbled completely. All that remained was blind trust in me, and dependence.

"You really are… such a," I said with a wry smile, tilting her chin up so our eyes met, "such a good patient, Major."

"…You're… an insufferable… doctor," she mumbled, face flushed, though a faint smile lingered at the corners of her mouth. She pressed one more light kiss to my lips, then drove her hips forward with sudden urgency.

"Ngh—ahh! Ah! Ahn!"

Her climax was closing in. Her inner walls contracted madly, clamping down around my cock, and the nectar spilling from her entrance had soaked my groin through.

"M-Max…! I… I feel strange…! My head… it's going… white…!"

Her eyes rolled upward as if about to flip. I gripped her hips tight.

Now.

Touch of Attunement.

I drove hard up into her womb and triggered the skill.

"Ahhhhng♡!!"

Serafina all but screamed. Her body bucked like a fish on a hook, every wall of her sheath convulsing, squeezing my cock hard enough to wrench it off.

That pressure pushed me past my own limit as well.

"Ngh…!"

The urge to release surged up my spine. For a fleeting instant I thought about pulling out, but her inner walls refused to let me go. Or, honestly speaking, I didn't want to pull out.

After all, Conception Control was already switched on.

"…Please accept it, Major."

"Wh-wha…? Out—pull out…!"

She came to her senses a beat too ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠late and tried to lift herself off, but I pressed her waist down flush against me.

"Too late."

I thrust up and buried my glans against the deepest point—the mouth of her womb.

Fwut, fwuuuut—!

"Hiihk?! Ah, aaaaahhng♡!!"

Hot semen poured into her innermost depths. A raw, bare release. A heat beyond any comparison to wearing a condom scorched its way across her inner walls.

Gulp, gulp.

"N-no…! Ahh…! It's… coming in… it's so hooooot…!"

Serafina shuddered head to toe, her head thrown back. Her cervix opened and closed greedily, swallowing every spurt. I could feel the warmth spreading through her lower belly where it pressed against my pelvis.

I poured out the very last drop without reserve, then gathered her tight into my arms as her strength gave out and she collapsed on top of me.

"Hah… hah…."

Once more, the two of us filled the car with ragged breathing and the musky scent of a night flower.

Serafina was still panting, face buried against my chest, her body trembling faintly with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"You… you came inside…"

Only after a long while did she murmur those words, her voice laced with reproach.

"You… broke your promise."

"My apologies. Your grip felt too good, Major. I simply couldn't hold back."

I answered shamelessly, stroking the sweat-damp curve of her back.

"Besides… I judged that injecting my medicine directly would maximize the therapeutic effect."

"……Liar."

Serafina slowly lifted her head to look up at me. But there was no anger in those eyes—only the languor of a woman thoroughly loved, mixed with a trace of worry.

She nuzzled her cheek back against my chest and muttered,

"…Take responsibility."

"I'm sorry?"

"If… if a child happens… you will take responsibility."

Her voice had shrunk to a crawl, but there was nothing light about the weight it carried.

I chuckled softly and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry. That won't happen."

"…And how can you be so certain?"

"Because I controlled it."

"Controlled… what, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠exactly?"

"That's a secret."

I pulled her tight. Serafina asked nothing further; she simply settled into my embrace and let herself rest.

And after who knew how long,

I gently eased her weight off me and slowly withdrew.

Squelch.

"Ah…."

The lewd sound of mucous membranes parting. The moment our bodies came apart, Serafina let out a short moan of loss, and a trickle of milky white slid down the inside of her thigh.

"I should clean you up."

I took out a handkerchief and wiped away the evidence of what we'd done—straightened our clothes, dabbed at the seat.

"Hah…."

Sighing, Serafina looked into the passenger-side mirror. Tangled silver hair, smeared lipstick, cheeks flushed scarlet. If she walked out like that, it would amount to an advertisement of exactly what had just happened inside this car.

"A little tidying of your hair should do it. As for the lipstick… I'm afraid I licked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it all off, so you'll have to reapply."

"…Let's go. If we're any later, it'll raise suspicion."

I started the engine again, and only when its vibration ran through the chassis did I feel like I'd returned to reality.

The car glided back onto the capital's boulevard. Far emptier and quieter than before—but the atmosphere was entirely different. Where awkwardness had been, there was now a strange, quiet fullness.

Serafina rested her head against the window and stole glances at me from time to time. Whenever our eyes happened to meet, she either smiled bashfully or looked away.

Status Analysis.

Her heart was laid bare before me, but I pretended not to notice and kept my focus on the road.

Before I knew it, we'd pulled up to the hotel's main entrance.

"Shall we head in?"

I escorted Serafina into the lobby, which was quiet at this late hour.

While the elevator climbed, she slipped her hand into mine. Then the arrival chime sounded, and we reached her floor. We walked to her door and stopped.

"Rest well, Major. You truly worked hard today."

I tried to release her hand—but Serafina didn't let go.

"……Max."

She lifted her head and looked up at me.

"…You know."

A tempting offer, to be sure. Falling asleep in this luxurious hotel room with Serafina in my arms.

But closing that much distance was something I still needed to guard against. In more ways than one.

"You are now a hero of the Imperial Army, Major—a woman in the spotlight."

That alone was enough for Serafina to grasp my meaning. She glanced around. At the end of the corridor, a security camera hung from the ceiling, and hotel staff were making their rounds.

"……"

Her lips trembled with unspoken disappointment.

"…You are always far too reasonable."

"Isn't that one of my virtues?"

I raised the hand still caught in mine and pressed a courteous kiss to the back of it.

Mwah.

"For the next treatment, I promise you a marked improvement. That's a promise."

"…Yes. Understood."

Only then did Serafina let go of my hand.

"Good night, Max."

She gave me one last look, regret pooling in her eyes, and disappeared into her room.

Click.

The door shut, leaving me alone in the corridor—and only then did I let the tension drain from my shoulders.

"Whew…"

A long sigh escaped me of its own accord. Fatigue crashed over me like a wave.

Today had been far too long. The parade in the morning, the imperial audience, the promotion ceremony, the political wrangling at the banquet, the tussle with Erika, the battle of wills with the princess.

And then, just now, wild car sex with Serafina on top of it all.

Strong Mind kept my psyche in perfect working order, but it could do nothing about the accumulated exhaustion in my flesh. My legs wobbled and my back ached dully—what I needed right now wasn't composure but sleep.

Get to my room and collapse, ASAP.

I dragged my feet along, my mind occupied by nothing but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the thought of a soft bed and warm blankets. I wanted to throw myself down without a single thought in my head and sleep until the sun was high tomorrow.

My room sat at the far end of the corridor. I turned the corner, fishing my key out of my pocket.

And then.

"……?"

Someone was standing in front of my door.

Under the dim hallway light, a small figure leaned against the wall—

A woman with brown hair neatly tied back, dressed in a service uniform.

"…Hanna?"

At the sound of her name, the head that had been nodding in sleep snapped up.

"Oh! L-Lieutenant… I mean, Captain!"

The moment Hanna saw me, her face lit up and she hurried over.

"Why aren't you asleep? What are you doing out here?"

"Well… you hadn't come back yet, Captain, so…"

She fidgeted with her fingers.

"The parade, and then the banquet… I knew you had to be exhausted…"

Hanna took hold of my sleeve and looked up at me, her eyes glistening.

"And… from your body, Captain…"

She sniffed the air, leaning in close.

"…there is far too much of another woman's scent."