Chapter 209: Tilted Scales (4)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 209: Tilted Scales (4)[R-18]
“Phew...”
Rustle— rustle—
I let out a short sigh and gently stroked Laplace’s silver hair as she slept soundly on my lap.
Watching her sleep so peacefully, I was suddenly reminded of the first time I gave Evelyn a lap pillow.
‘What are you...? You said this was your first time giving a lap pillow! Then why are you so good at it?! Which bitch did you do this for?’
The memory of being relentlessly interrogated about a non-existent recipient of my lap pillows.
I felt it was unfair back then, but looking at it now, it seems I really do have a talent for giving lap pillows.
‘...She looks so cute when she’s like this.’
As she slept, Laplace looked so pure and elegant that it was hard to believe she was the owner of all those bizarre fetishes listed in the ‘Spectators.’
Of course...
The sensation of that ‘addictive pussy’ that had driven me wild just moments ago was anything but ordinary.
Twitch—!
Even though I had just unloaded a massive amount inside her, just thinking about it made me feel like I was getting hard again.
‘This is insane... At this rate, she might have even surpassed Lady Yuris in a short-term bout.’
Awakened Laplace was dangerous enough that she could potentially hold the upper hand in sex against someone like Lady Yuris, who possessed the blood of the Succubus Tribe—even if only for a short duration.
For starters, even after using ‘Judgment’ to increase my stamina and recovery, Laplace was still panting heavily, steam literally rising from her body...
The sex we just had wasn't just ordinary sex.
It was a Duel played out on the bed.
A fierce battle where we parried each other's attacks, predicted the next move, and pierced the opponent's most sensitive weak spots—using a cock and pussy instead of a sword and shield!
Laplace’s ‘addictive pussy’ had tightened and shifted its shape in real-time to match the movements of my cock, and she had even used the protrusions around her cervix—her own weak point—as a weapon to drive me to the brink of ejaculation.
‘I really almost came without meaning to...’
To be honest, it was a very close call.
If I hadn't activated my final ‘Trump Card,’ Laplace might have been the one laughing in the end.
Stroke— stroke—
I gave a bitter smile and gently stroked Laplace’s head again.
“Mmm... Ian...”
Just then, Laplace let out a pleasant purr and softly called my name in her sleep.
Not ‘Ian-nim,’ but just ‘Ian.’
A tender voice, as if she were calling out to an ordinary lover.
Thump—
That was cheating.
I was already on the verge of falling for her again because of the sensation of that ‘addictive pussy’ and her sleeping face...
But hearing such a defenseless mumble in her sleep made it impossible not to fall for her all over again.
‘...Being a Dominator and having an onahole isn't bad, but.’
Still, I hoped that one day I could have a relationship with Laplace like I did with the other harem members.
The kind of relationship where we walk hand-in-hand, laugh at silly jokes, and share delicious food.
Of course, since the relationship started with ‘Threat of Expulsion’ and ‘accidental rape,’ it wouldn't be easy.
It wouldn't be as simple as the ‘Childhood Pure Love’ I built with Evelyn, the ‘Compromise Pure Love’ with Lady Yuris, or the ‘Sugar Daddy Romance’ with Helen.
‘And she still has that destructive desire.’
I didn't care what kind of fetishes Laplace had!
But because I knew exactly how painful and difficult it was to force someone to suppress their fetishes!
I wanted to be like a normal lover during the day, and at night, I wanted to be the ‘Dominator’ she truly desired—choking her or giving her belly punches.
‘...Well, I’m sure that day will come eventually.’
Smooch—
I brushed aside Laplace’s sweat-soaked hair and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.
Her unique scent, reminiscent of lilies of the valley, pleasantly brushed against the tip of my nose.
“...Laplace. I hope that one day, we can take another step forward.”
I whispered softly to her.
Our relationship was still too complex and difficult to honestly reveal all my emotions...
But once the world became peaceful, I wanted to approach Laplace not as a ‘Golden-haired Huge-cock Thug’ or an ‘Eternal Dominator,’ but simply as ‘Ian.’
“...Mmm... I... Ian-nim? Just now... what did you...?”
“...!?”
In an instant, I felt the hair on my body stand on end.
‘Wait, she was definitely asleep!!’
Fortunately, Laplace seemed like she hadn't fully escaped the haze of pleasure and sleep yet; her eyes were half-closed, and she had a dazed expression.
I certainly hoped to move forward with Laplace someday... but I didn't want to move forward this fast!
I quickly hardened my expression and immediately reverted to Dominator mode.
“Tsk, how long does a mere onahole intend to keep using my lap as a pillow?”
“...My... lap?... Hik!.. Hiiiieee!!... I-I’m sorry!!... I...!!... How could I..!!... On Ian-nim’s... lap!!”
The moment she realized the situation, Laplace jumped up in a fright and performed a smooth ‘Backslide Dogeza.’
I had just been hoping for an improvement in our relationship...
‘But I still have to do what I have to do.’
Press!
I had no choice but to step on Laplace’s head to re-establish discipline.
“I’m leaving first, so clean up properly before you go. Don’t leave a single trace.”
“Ugh!.. Yes...! Ye-Yes...! I understand!♥.. I.. Ian-nyim!... I’ll make it squeaky clean♥... even if I have to lick it up!.. Hue!♥. I’ll... cl-clean up..! and then go..!♥”
After giving Laplace’s head one last light press as she answered fervently, I stepped out of the Department Head’s Office.
Creek—
“Hm?”
As soon as I left the office, I noticed faint footprints on the floor of the Disciplinary Committee room that hadn't been there when I entered.
‘Hmm... The middle part of the footprint is particularly faint, so the arch must be on the higher side. Looking at the spread, the foot is quite narrow. Someone with that foot size and those characteristics...’
I quickly searched and analyzed the database of women’s foot sizes and shapes stored in my head.
‘Is it Anya after all?’
Just to be clear so there’s no misunderstanding, it’s not like I memorize these because I have a foot fetish!
It’s just that at some point, physical characteristics like the ‘feet,’‘armpits,’ or ‘scent’ of attractive women just naturally started sticking in my mind.
‘Doesn't matter, I guess.’
I shrugged and left the Disciplinary Committee room.
Since the Department Head’s Office was specially soundproofed, no matter how intense the sounds of our sex were, they could never have been heard from the outside.
A few days later. The Black Dahlia Residence.
“Welcome, Master Ian! Lady Yuris! We’ve been expecting you!”
When we arrived at the front gate of the Black Dahlia family’s mansion, Frederica, dressed in her usual neat maid uniform, greeted us with a bright smile.
“Thank you so much for coming! Come, come, this way! The Young Lady is waiting for you!”
Frederica said this as she naturally linked arms with both me and Lady Yuris, leading us into the mansion.
“The Young Lady has been staring out the window since yesterday, you know? Hehe, she’s just so adorable. I hope a good man comes along for such a cute lady soon. Preferably... someone tall and handsome with blonde hair and black eyes!”
“Heh... Those features are very spe... I mean, they’re very similar to Ian-nim! How fascinating!”
Squeeze!
Frederica had always been physically close, but today she seemed even closer than usual.
‘That aside, Frederica really does cherish Estelle!’
To avoid harboring any strange feelings toward Frederica, who was like family to Estelle, I tried my best to ignore the soft, pleasant sensation against my arm as we reached the reception room.
Creek—
The door opened to reveal Estelle sitting in her wheelchair, looking out the window.
“Young Lady! Master Ian and Lady Yuris are here! I’ve brought them safely to you!”
“Estelle. I’m here.”
“Hehe! Miss Estelle! It’s been a while. How have you been?”
At the sound of our voices, Estelle slowly turned her head and gave a small smile.
“...Yes, thank you for coming. Ian, Lady Yuris.”
“...By the way, Frederica?”
“Yes! Young Lady!”
“...Why are you linking arms with Ian? He looks uncomfortable.”
“Oh my! I’m so sorry, Young Lady! I was just so happy to see him that I forgot myself! ...Hehe. My apologies.”
I was a fairly perceptive man.
Estelle’s voice had a bit of an edge to it; she seemed a little displeased that Frederica, who was like family, was sticking so close to an outside man.
In this situation, the best move was to praise Frederica and naturally make it known that she was someone far out of the league of a guy like me.
Slide—
I smiled gently at Frederica and spoke.
“No. It was no trouble at all. It only makes me happy to be greeted so brightly and kindly by someone as beautiful as Lady Frederica.”
Thump—!
‘Huh? Did I drink too much coffee? My heart is racing... Is it an arrhythmia...?’
In that moment, Frederica’s expression stiffened slightly at the strange heartbeat, and she instinctively placed a hand over her chest.
“Um... Lady Frederica, you suddenly look pale. Are you alright?”
Yuris didn't miss the subtle change in Frederica’s expression and asked with concern.
“Ah, yes? No, no! I’m perfectly fine, Lady Yuris. Thank you for worrying. I think I’m just a bit tired lately. I get slight arrhythmias sometimes when I’m exhausted. Haha.”
“A-Arrhythmia?! That’s not something to take lightly! Excuse me for a moment.”
Startled by Frederica’s words, Yuris hurriedly grabbed her wrist to check her pulse.
“Phew... Your pulse is a bit irregular, but it doesn't seem serious. Still, just in case, let me give you some ‘Healing.’”
“What? I’m really fine... We have guests, I should at least serve some drinks...”
“You are not fine!! You can serve the drinks while you receive ‘Healing’! I’d like a ‘Barley Cola,’ if possible!”
Lady Yuris spoke firmly and practically dragged the flustered Frederica toward the kitchen.
‘...Sister Frederica.’
Estelle watched the hallway where the two had disappeared with a complicated expression.
Did she act like that from the start just to take Lady Yuris away and give us some space?
‘...She didn't need to. After all, I... with Ian...’
But even if her head knew that...
Glance—
‘Ian...’
She couldn't help the fluttering in her heart at the thought of being alone with the man she loved.