Training the Gloomy Busty Heiress After 000 Days (1)
“Sir Rian, please write your next work about something that has nothing to do with me.”
With a soft clink, Topaz set down the teacup as she spoke.
Topaz, who had passed out from climaxing so hard, had been laid on the sofa and woke up after about an hour. Now she was dressed like nothing had happened, bringing me black tea and saying exactly that.
Tremble, tremble—
Truly the ultimate maid. Her legs were still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she was getting everything done anyway.
“Yeah, yeah, got it. I said I won’t write about you.”
“Don’t brush me off like that!! I’m serious!! It’s really, really embarrassing, you know?!!”
Bam!
Topaz slammed the desk and shouted. Even looking like this, she wasn’t truly angry. I’d only seen her genuinely mad a few times...
When Topaz was really pissed, she actually got quiet. Her voice dropped low, and all emotion drained from her face. But yelling like this? Screaming like this? That just meant she was embarrassed.
I took a sip of tea and thought for a moment.
So, what should I write about?
Honestly, it was easiest to draw from personal experience. Writing with Topaz as the protagonist meant no need for character setups or anything—just transplant reality as-is. But I couldn’t ignore a request from my personal maid, my exclusive onahole.
“How about this for the next one?”
“What is it?”
“‘After 100 Days: The Fall of the Gloomy Young Lady.’”
“After 100 Days: The Fall of the Gloomy Young Lady? ...What kind of novel is that even supposed to be?”
“A gloomy noble lady who holes up in her room reading smut all day, with a hobby for exhibitionism and a hyper-sensitive pathetic pussy...”
“...Ahh! ...S-Sir Rian!! Watch your word choice!!...Haa, fine. H-Hyper-sensitive pathetic pussy... I’ll let that slide. But exhibitionism as a hobby?”
Topaz tilted her head with a genuinely baffled expression.
“Ahh— you don’t know about it, huh.”
This world really was half-baked in every way. I hadn’t tried exposure play with her yet, so Topaz didn’t even seem to grasp the concept of exhibitionism itself.
“Come here and sit down, Topaz.”
“Wh-What...? ...S-Suddenly...? Why are you changing your tone like that? You’re about to teach me something weird again, aren’t you?”
Topaz’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Ten years of conditioning at work.
Plop—
But in the end, she didn’t refuse and sat beside me. I explained the concept of exhibitionism to her.
“So... you get excited from the thrill of maybe getting caught by someone else...? ...Why?”
Topaz’s face showed she couldn’t comprehend why being seen by people would be arousing.
“Yep, that’s right. Let’s try it next time.”
“Wh-What do you mean try it!! D-Do you... want other men seeing me, Sir Rian?”
In an instant, disgust twisted her features.
“Are you crazy? Topaz, you’re mine.”
Absolutely not. Topaz was entirely mine. Just imagining another man seeing her naked turned my stomach.
“Eek...!! Th-Then... what...”
“Obviously, I’m not showing you off either. The point is that ‘maybe getting caught’ feeling. You don’t actually need to get caught.”
The key was the tension of ‘maybe getting caught,’ not actually getting busted. Being naked in a 0% risk spot versus even a 1% risk spot were worlds apart. That sliver of possibility amplified the pleasure several times over.
“So... Topaz.”
“...What?”
“Let’s do it in the mansion garden tomorrow?”
“...Pardon?”
“The walls block the view, so no one’ll see. But it’s still outside, so it’ll feel exposing.”
“Sir Rian, you’re not being serious, right?”
“Dead serious. Anyway, back to the novel...”
I changed the subject before Topaz could probe further.
“It starts with... the duke’s daughter who has an exhibitionism hobby getting caught naked-walking by the baron family’s youngest son, who then blackmails her.”
“...That doesn’t make sense from the start? Couldn’t a duke’s daughter just silence a baron family’s youngest son?”
She had a point. Realistically, what could a baron’s son do with dirt on a duke’s daughter? The duke’s side would just buy off the whole baron family and call it a day.
...She’s still got a long way to go.
Topaz’s body had been trained plenty, but her Hitomi sensibilities were sorely lacking.
“Surprisingly, in smut, you can blackmail with just a photo of a married couple kissing if you set your mind to it.”
“Ugh, seriously... What does that even mean...? What’s wrong with a husband and wife kissing?”
Topaz had been making that ‘I don’t get it’ face for a while now. Well, yeah—in reality, trying that blackmail would just get you called crazy and arrested. But in the world of adult fiction, it worked!! Instead of burying the baron family, the duke’s daughter goes, “If this gets out, it’ll ruin the family honor!! Take my precious virginity I’ve guarded so carefully instead!!” and gets fucked. That scene totally lands!
The key is the hot scene.
At least in this world, realism wasn’t that important. Even contrived setups that wouldn’t fly for readers hardened by all kinds of porn from my past life worked here! The explosive reaction to Childhood Friend Rape was proof.
“Guess you’ll be holed up in the study for a while again, writing the next one.”
It sounded a bit annoyed at first glance, but... there was a hint of regret in Topaz’s tone.
“Nah, not really. I’ve already got it plotted out.”
“Already?”
“Yeah. So it shouldn’t take too long.”
Specifically, I planned to lift the content straight from After 000 Days: Training the Gloomy Huge-Titted Recluse, which I’d serialized on a smut site in my past life.
“Oh, right. Topaz, could you deliver one more letter to the publishing house?”
“Ehh...? Again? What is it this time?”
“We’ve been leaving the author name blank so far. Tell them to add it.”
Topaz narrowed her eyes.
“...The author name? You’re not planning to use your real name, are you, Sir Rian?”
“No, of course a pen name.”
“What’s the pen name?”
Scribble—
I wrote it in the corner of a manuscript sheet and showed her. Topaz tilted her head and read it.
“...‘Nakadashi’?”
“Yep.”
“What does it mean?”
“The name of a man who once chased women’s happiness.”
“...Ah, I see.”
Topaz nodded like she couldn’t care less. Fine by me.
Are you watching, Teacher Nakadashi...?
This was my tribute to the author I admired most in my past life.
The same time, in Kidian’s bedroom.
Creeeak— Creeeak—
“Haaah♥...!! Fr-From the start♥...♥...th-that...!! Ngh!♥...fl-Flirting with...!!♥...a r-rapist...!!♥ Wh-When I have... a childhood friend... m-man...♥ Th-That’s... weird, right!!♥”
Of course, Kidian had no such thing as a childhood friend. In fact... she didn’t have any friends at all. Being from the Necroport family on top of her shy personality meant people didn’t even approach her.
“Nghk!♥...Ugh!♥...As expected...!! H-He doesn’t suit my taste!♥...Hnnngh..!...H-He doesn’t suit me!♥....Kkhiiik-?!♥”
Kidian nitpicked and complained as best she could... but Childhood Friend Rape delivered overwhelming pleasure that made her feel like half her life had been a waste—far beyond any masturbation aid she’d used before.
“St-Still!!...M-Masturbation♥...is necessary...♥...I-I can’t help it...!!♥ To reach...!!♥ 7-star...!!♥”
With her self-justification complete, Kidian’s fingers pressed the most sensitive spot deep inside her pussy.
Squiiiish—!
‘...!!!??!♥’
In that instant, her vision went black. 1 second. A near-death state incomparable to before. 2 seconds. All her senses sank away like into water... 3 seconds. Kidian’s consciousness floated in the darkness. 4 seconds. A depth she’d never reached even once before. There, Kidian saw it.
‘...Wh-Wh-Wh-What!?!...N-No way!!!’
Thump— Thump— Thump—
5 seconds. And her heart began to beat again.
Thud—!!
“Kehheek!!...♥Kk!...Hehk!♥...!Hehk...!♥Hehk...?!”
Kidian gasped raggedly under the covers. Her whole body was drenched in sweat.
Squelch— Spurt—!
“Kkuuugh!♥”
Even in this state, she hadn’t let go—pulling her fingers from her pussy made love juices spray out once more.
Flop—
Exhaustion like she might pass out any second left Kidian’s body limp.
“....Huu.”
After staring at the ceiling for a long while, focus returned to Kidian’s eyes.
“...I-I definitely... saw the door... to 7-star!!”
Of course, she’d only glimpsed it—she couldn’t even touch it with a fingertip yet. But before, she hadn’t even sensed its existence, and today she’d clearly seen it!
The problem was...
“Uuuu...But... this...!...I-I can’t immerse...!!...J-Just a little more... and I could’ve... opened it...!!”
No matter how insanely arousing Childhood Friend Rape was, Kidian couldn’t immerse herself in it at all! The reason was simple. The blonde beauty protagonist was the total opposite of Kidian Necroport.
“Hic...!...J-Just a little... if the protagonist... resembled me...!”
Disgustingly huge breasts. Overly sensitive pussy. A masturbation addict always holed up in her room. The gloomy noble lady everyone fled from at the mention of her family name. If the book’s protagonist had that setup, Kidian was confident she could shatter the 7-star barrier in one go.
Ah, but... wh-where’s... the book?
Whoosh—
Only then did Kidian’s gaze land on Childhood Friend Rape splayed open on the bed.
“Ah... Aaaah?!”
It was crumpled all over, love juices splattered in spots blurring the text. And from clenching so hard during climax, it was even slightly torn.
“Hnnk!....N-No... nooo...!!”
She’d bought extras just in case... but the empire-wide frenzy for Childhood Friend Rape meant even premium prices couldn’t snag more.
Whoosh—
“Hnnngk!...Hic!...M-My... book soaked in my juices...!!...Kkhuwk...?”
As she sobbed for a good while, a bolt of lightning struck Kidian’s mind.
...Kkhuk... W-Wait...? I can just... ask the author... to write a novel... with a protagonist... modeled after me overall... right?
Whoosh—
Kidian checked the back cover of Childhood Friend Rape. No author name, unfortunately... but the publisher was listed.
Ludwig Publishing House...!!
The light faded from Kidian’s black eyes. She had to find the author, no matter what. And make the request. No— she didn’t even need to beg.
...J-Just... buy them off with money?
They might rage, “How dare you try to buy me with money!”... but shove enough cash at them, and refusal wouldn’t be an option.
“Ludwig... Publishing House...”
Kidian pulled the covers over her head and muttered again. Honestly, she didn’t want to go outside. Didn’t want to meet people. Just imagining knocking on the publishing house door made cold sweat drip.
Twitch—! Twitch—!
And yet, she’d meet the author of Childhood Friend Rape? And tell them upfront, “Write smut with me as the protagonist”?
...I-Impossible! No way no way no way no way!!
Kidian flailed under the covers. But... for opening the door to 7-star! For securing a life where she never had to leave her room! And above all—
...Still... I-I really want... to masturbate... to smut... with me... as the protagonist next time♥
Kidian clenched her fist and whispered softly in her heart.