One Week Later: The Gloomy Lady's Quest for the Author of <em>Childhood Friend Rape</em> (2)
It had clearly been a week since Kidian Necroport resolved to track down the author of Childhood Friend Rape...
Squish— squish— Even today, her fingers wriggled ceaselessly between her legs as she holed up in her room all day.
'Hngh...!♥ H-haa, just one day!♥... More!... If not today!!♥... R-really...♥... Ngh...!♥ Tomorrow... I'll go! ...Kkh...!! T-today♥... Maybe... I'll reach 7-star... while masturbating!!♥... Y-yesterday...♥ It felt... so close!!♥'
Of course, Kidian had a plan too. Every night before starting her sessions, she always swore to herself.
Tomorrow for real! Tomorrow, I'll definitely visit the publishing house! Tomorrow...
Squish—! Squish—! Spurt—!
"Kkyiiiiih—?!?♥"
But contrary to her vows, instead of heading to the publishing house, she came again today.
"...Haa...! Hiiing...♥... Again!... F-fai... failed..."
Kidian chewed on her lower lip. If it were just failing to reach 7-star, that might've been fortunate...
But the problem was, was it because she'd been using the same masturbation material for a whole week? The pleasure was diminishing compared to her first time. If the first day's ecstasy scored a 95, now it was around 80. Not a bad score by any means, but the decline itself was the issue.
Swish— Kidian flipped open Childhood Friend Rape with a sigh.
"...Haaah... What is this..."
The book's condition was wretched. Especially the page she used most—the one where the protagonist drinks the Orc Aphrodisiac and performs a 'rape of gratitude'—was tattered to the point of nearly falling apart.
'Damn it...! S-see...!? Th-the... book... is... the problem...! I-it's... not... immersing... me...! If you're... gonna show... the path to 7-star... at least make it reachable...!!... If you're... gonna awaken... my desires... give me the talent too...!!'
She'd finally glimpsed the gateway to 7-star... but despaired at the reality of not taking that final step.
Was death itself frightening? No.
Trained as a necromancer since childhood, Kidian's mindset differed fundamentally from ordinary people.
'Screw it...! If I... d-die... I die...!'
Just as swordsmen died by the blade and mages from mana overload... it was natural for necromancers to perish during near-death training. Flipping through the Necroport family records alone, from her grandfather onward, at least seventeen had passed away mid-session. The recorded cause of death? A curt 'accident during training.'
...But Kidian's near-death experiences were special.
"Uwaaaaaah!!... Th-that's... abso...lutely... not happening!!!"
Kidian screamed at the imagined headline flashing in her mind, burying her face in her pillow.
Flail— flail—!
Getting caught dead from masturbating. Not just physical death, but social death too!
Honestly, her social life was already as good as dead. No friends, no lovers, and even her family acknowledged her as heir but not as a person.
But...!! Even so!! She had her maiden pride, and she didn't want to go down in history as 'death by masturbation'!
And worst of all, the Necroport family was a necromancer dynasty! Death wasn't the end. By tradition, bodies of past heirs and key figures were preserved in the underground crypt. Naturally, Kidian—the famed prodigy—would be too.
In other words, if she died mid-masturbation...
...eternally preserved as the 'Masturbating Mad Skeleton Heiress.'
Ding— dong—!
'I-in the end...! Th-there's... only... one way...?'
Coming full circle, Kidian returned to her initial solution: Find the author of Childhood Friend Rape and commission a novel starring Kidian Necroport.
"Aah... Th-then... since... I'm asking... anyway... maybe... ask for... that...?"
Gulp— Kidian swallowed dryly.
Yeah, she admitted it. No matter what, she couldn't immerse herself from the blonde childhood friend beauty's perspective.
But... fantasizing about the protagonist stealing her away? That she could.
'...I don't... know why...!!♥'
Even Kidian didn't know the reason. But every time she imagined it, jealousy and defeat mixed into a sticky something surging in her chest... It was surely unpleasant and agonizing, yet insanely arousing.
'...This... is weird... I definitely... hate it...! But...!!♥'
Rian Ludwig would've summed it up in one word. A genre unnamed in this world.
NTR.
Of course, Kidian didn't know the term. She was just a pussy genius who grasped ten from one hint.
Step— step—
After this process, exactly a week and three days later, Kidian finally reached the publishing house.
Excluding her monthly farm inspections, she never went out voluntarily—but Childhood Friend Rape had already lured her out twice.
But the moment she neared the Ludwig Publishing House, regret hit instantly.
"Hii... hiiik! Wh-what...! Wh-why... are there... so... many... people!!"
There were insanely many people. Carriages crammed the streets, and the line snaked to the alley's end.
"I'm here on orders from the Erythring Marchioness! She demands five copies of Childhood Friend Rape—"
"No way! Our count is waiting too—what makes your marchioness so special?!"
"Hah?! You say that to her face?!"
"Tch... These nobodies—I can't even reveal who sent me..."
"What?! Which family are you from? The imperial palace?!"
"Everyone, quiet!! Line up!! LINE!!!"
Noble retainers snarling, name-dropping their masters.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
Kidian's breathing grew ragged.
Riiiing————
Her vision narrowed, tinnitus rang in her ears. Fingertips chilled, throat tightened.
Thud—!
Legs giving out, she curled in the alley corner, knees to chest.
Squeeze—! Squeeze—!
Her breasts strained against her robe's inner fabric, threatening to tear it... but she had no spare attention for that now.
'Uuu... Why... why so... many... people...'
There was a reason Kidian was this weak to crowds.
She hadn't always been too shy to speak properly.
It was over a decade ago. Back then, timid and stuttering as she was... she mustered immense courage just to make friends.
'Um... o-over there... w-wanna... be... f-friends... with me...?'
She showered those hard-won three friends with gifts. The days they called her 'Kidian' instead of 'Necroport' were indescribably happy.
'Act close to Kidian too. She'll give you money.'
'Yeah. Snacks, cash—she does everything.'
'Shh! What if she hears.'
'So what? She can't do shit anyway. Stuttering mess, right?'
...Until she overheard that.
After that day, Kidian Necroport stopped trusting people.
'P-people... hate... corpses...! Corpses... are... good...! Corpses... don't... betray...!!... Love it!.. Love it!.. Corpses...!.. Love... corpses!!'
Hands clamped over her ears, she chanted inwardly over and over.
Murmur— murmur—
In crowds like this, it felt like everyone stared, mocking and cursing her.
She knew it was delusion. No one would notice a black-robed woman huddled in the alley corner.
But trauma and reality blurred endlessly in her mind.
'Y-yeah... Who am I... to meet... the author... St-stupid... What am I... doing...'
Go home. Back to safe blankets and masturbation. 7-star? Easier to give up than this pain—
"You okay?"
A voice drifted down from above.
"...Hii... hik?"
Kidian reflexively looked up.
Swish— Thick crimson hair caught her eye first. Below, soft eyes and a slightly upturned smile. Well-dressed—clearly a noble.
Grip—!
'Wh-what...!? A... m-man... just... talked... to me...!? To... me...?'
She'd guessed handsome from his voice... but far handsomer than imagined. Panicking, Kidian clutched her robe tighter, head down.
Thump—! Thump—! Thump—!
Her heart raced wildly. Different from masturbation flutters or crowd terror.
"Ahem, feeling unwell somewhere?"
"...."
Flinch—!
At the voice again, she thought:
'D-don't panic!! Just... say you're fine!!'
She had to speak, but words wouldn't come. No more delaying.
"N-no! I... h-have... b-business... at the p-publishing house...! C-came here... b-but... too... m-many people... I'm f-fine!!"
"...."
Words tumbling out, her face burned crimson.
'I... idiot!! What's publishing house?! Publish-ing house!! Pub-lish-ing house!!'
She inwardly screamed at herself. How many voice cracks and stutters in one sentence? Uncountable.
Yet the man didn't mock—instead nodded cautiously.
"Judging by your outfit, here for bible printing? Sorry, but this publishing house is booked solid with another novel. You'll need elsewhere... Ah, if it's cost, I can—"
"...N-no... not that... I mean... um... hngh!"
Flustered by the unexpected misunderstanding, she flailed her hands to correct him—
Thud—!
"...."
"...."
Childhood Friend Rape slipped from her robes...
'Yep! Time to die! Kidian.'
Kidian resolved to die cleanly.