100 Days Later, the Gloomy Young Lady Gets Tuned Up (7)
"Hngh...?!...Hnn!♥...Hnnngh-!!♥"
"Despite all that, her breasts are so ridiculously huge you can't say anything but 'vulgar,' she's got zero social skills so no friends, and people avoid her because of her family's notoriety..."
"...!!!"
Thump-! Thump-! Thump-!
The more I spilled the plot of 100 Days Later, the Gloomy Young Lady Falls, the stranger the robed girl's expression grew. It couldn't be, but...
It was like the face of someone hearing her own story.
"And by the late game, the gloomy young lady finally crumbles to pleasure, gets on her knees naked, and swears to become an onahole..."
"Haa...? Haa...! Hnnaa...? O-o-onahole!!?...Wh-what, what is th-that!!?♥"
The robed girl gasped for breath and asked desperately.
...Oh, right.
This world doesn't have the concept of 'onahole' yet.
I'd gotten too used to chatting with Topaz and slipped into my past life's lingo without thinking.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just—"
I tried to brush it off since I lacked the guts to explain that far, but...
Thud-!
"I care!!"
Suddenly, the robed girl lunged forward, her face right in mine.
Twinkle- Twinkle- Her eyes brimmed with life, impossible to believe they'd teared up in apology moments ago. Whoosh-
But... can she see this?
Leaning forward like that deepened her cleavage, revealing something she shouldn't.
Perfectly shaped, flawlessly sized pink areolae.
Gulp-!
"So... an onahole is a male masturbation toy..."
If we stayed like this, I'd see her nipples next, so I had no choice but to explain.
"Hic?...M-m-m-masturbation!!...T-tool?♥"
"Yeah, it's molded like a pussy, you stick your dick in and jerk off. Saying she'll become an onahole means... treating herself not as a human but as a 'tool' and begging to be 'used'—"
"Haa...! Haaah...!♥Th-that means...!♥...B-becoming an o-onahole!!!...♥...Just... y-your d-dick!!...Shove it in!!♥...And her f-favorite... Heh!... Hehehe?... L-life?♥...Gulp!...N-no need to w-worry about g-going out!!♥...Just her p-pussy!!...Feels good!!♥...F-for life!!...Heh... Hehe... Th-that's it, right?!!♥"
Squeeze—!
The robed girl clenched her fists, staring at me.
"...."
Something was off. I hadn't said anywhere near that much...
Yet stuff I never explained poured from her mouth.
No... it's not wrong, but more than that, something's... Whoosh-
Her piercing gaze was starting to scare me.
"Haa...!♥...Haa!♥...O-onahole...♥...Heeheehee...!!♥"
The puppyish whimpering was gone...
The one grinning in front of me now was a cheetah ready to sprint.
"Oh, time's up already... I've got an appointment today, so I should head out."
I checked the time and stood abruptly. This wasn't just fear of getting devoured—I really had plans!
Today was exposure play in the garden with Topaz!
Knowing her personality, she'd act nonchalant, but she'd prepped everything. Blow it off, and she'd sulk for sure.
"Eh?...A-already?...J-just...a bit...more talking!...Nngh!...Uuu... N-no... S-sorry... Y-you're busy... Th-thank you for coming... B-but!...Y-your name!!...At least your n-name!!...C-can't you tell me?"
I pondered her desperate plea.
...At this point, a fake name's pointless.
What's the use hiding from someone who figured out my index finger length?
She'd dig it up anyway.
Whoosh-
"My apologies. Should've introduced myself. I'm Rian Ludwig."
"Hua!.. Hiuua!...R-Rian Ludwig!...I-I'm...!"
Hearing my name, she squeezed her eyes shut tensely and gave hers.
"K-Kidian... Kidian Necroport!! Mr. Author!!"
"...."
Robe girl...
No, the moment I heard Kidian's family name, a voice echoed in my head.
──Okay, analysis complete.
'I'm fucked.'
Now I got why protagonists in all those novels from my past life ranted about living quietly.
Necroport Ducal House.
Nicknamed Death and Cash. Even I, who ignored noble society, knew they were top-tier aristocrats. The problem?
All the rumors I knew about Necroport were infamous.
'The duke's daughter can't shut up a mere baron's youngest son?'
Topaz's words from when I shared the 100 Days Later, the Gloomy Young Lady Falls plot resurfaced.
Sure, I was a count's youngest, not a baron's...
But to Necroport, count or baron was six of one, half a dozen of the other.
'Sigh... Rian, why didn't you think?'
Looking back, clues to Kidian's identity were everywhere.
Knight-level running skeletons. Hotel staff deference to skeletons. Funds to rent Bancliffe Hotel's top floor.
I wondered if I'd been hypnotized...
Whoosh—
Then her terrifyingly massive 'mana storage' came into view.
...Haha! Case closed!
Who needs hypnosis?
One look at Kidian's tits, and my IQ dropped in real time.
Squeeze-!
'Rian... you mad bastard... tone down the tit worship!!'
I ground my teeth, ignoring past me reciting 100 Days Later, the Gloomy Young Lady Falls like a lunatic.
No, this was unavoidable—I'm a guy!
Alone in a hotel room with a beauty like Kidian? Not getting ideas would be weirder!
I had no plans to cross the line, but...
Her speech and actions turning lewd the more I described the plot? How do you resist that?
'Sigh... and this is the result.'
Regret the past, sure...
But can't turn back time now.
'Gotta survive—!'
Thump-! Thump-! Thump-!
My survival instincts made my heart race.
I wanted dopamine, but not like this.
"Well, nice meeting you. Hope we cross paths again sometime."
"Yes! N-next time for sure!!...N-next work too!!...I'll wait!!...Definitely!!...You h-have to... w-write that...!!!"
Her sparkling smile was pretty, but...
Saying 'sure' with 'Necroport' on the line? Too risky.
"Hahaha... Well, I'll be off. Miss Kidian. Had fun today."
"..........?!"
Whoosh-
Instead of committing, I deflected with a smile and boarded the mana elevator.
Technically, as a Necroport lady, she outranked me, so 'Lady Necroport' was proper, but...
Calling her 'Miss Kidian' signaled 'Didn't catch the family name, spare me!'
"...Ah! W-wait...! One last... thing...!"
Just as the mana elevator doors closed, Kidian tried to speak, but...
Tap tap tap tap-!
I mashed the close button like I heard nothing.
Thud-! Whirr-!
As it descended, I sighed in relief.
"Phew... Kidian Necroport..."
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
Good thing I turned down the commission.
What if she hated my smut... or liked it now but wanted to erase the black history later?
She'd bury me without a second thought.
Burying would be lucky.
Against Necroport.
I might end up laboring on their farms postmortem.
Ding-! Step-! Step-! Step-!
At the first floor, I strode out of Bancliffe Hotel, resolved.
"Yeah, next work's something else."
100 Days Later, the Gloomy Young Lady Falls is scrapped! Shame about the draft, but...
'Better than dying.'
Not worth my life.
****
That night, Bancliffe Hotel's top floor.
Crunch- Crunch-
"He... hehehehehe...!"
Kidian on the bed wiped her attachment skull's forehead, giggling.
"Mr. Rian...! Mr. Rian! Rian... Ludwig! Oooh!... Ooohhee!.. N-Nakadashi the author is Mr. Rian!!"
Who knew how many times she'd said it.
But she couldn't stop—each call tickled her chest with happiness.
She didn't know exactly why...
But one thing was crystal clear.
A-after all!... M-Mr. Rian... is different... from everyone else...!!
The only one in the world who saw 'Kidian,' not 'Necroport.'
Proof? Even hearing 'Necroport,' his face didn't change—he called her 'Miss Kidian'!
Squeeze-
A-and... the n-next work...♥ It's m-me... n-no matter how I think...!!...Th-that's me, right?!!... Ooohhee...!♥
Hypersensitive pussy, vulgarly huge tits, shut-in masturbator shunned for her family.
Squeeze—!
Destiny was the only word.
"Ahahahaha-!!"
Think about it!
The first man to offer a hand with no strings—the one she'd longed to meet, Nakadashi?
He'd even written a novel with a protagonist just like her, uncommissioned!
If that's not fate, what is?!
Squeeze—!
Obsessing over Rian tightened her lower belly.
Normally, she'd dive under the covers and masturbate, but...
She had to hold back now.
Kidian had work tonight.
Whoosh- She set down the attachment skull and stood by the window.
Th-then...! L-let's check... what Mr. Rian's doing...?...A-at the end... d-didn't hear the address... b-but!!...I can f-find out myself, right?'
From the moment Rian left the hotel, her familiar skull bird had tailed him.
Y-yes!!...This is a f-fan's right!!...Gotta know the address!...T-to send letters!...V-visit... too!!
Nodding, Kidian closed her eyes and shared vision with the skull bird waiting at Rian's mansion.
Crackle-! Crackle-!
Noble mansions usually had security magic for this, but...
Uuu... Annoying!!
Shh— To a 6-star necromancer like Kidian, such basic wards were nonexistent.
"...Hehehehe!...Breached... N-now!...J-just a peek!... Mr. Rian!"
Peeking through the skull bird at the mansion garden...
──Wha... what!♥
"...Eh?"
Rian was tugging a brown-haired woman's collar, walking her like a dog.