Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Taming the Fake Lady (5)
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“G-Ganeghan!”
Abera cried out the man's name in desperate longing.
The doctor's hand rampaged over her plump breasts.
Even with her dress and undergarments in the way, Ganeghan squeezed Abera's breasts so hard that the framing meant to keep their pretty, perky shape began to warp...
Despite the dress and bra, he could feel the unique softness of her breasts.
His touch was rough, but it was never coercion. Nor force.
It would be a lie to say the man wasn't aroused by the sight of this beautiful lady panting like a bitch in heat and offering up her body, but even so, he kneaded her breasts carefully, moderating his strength as best he could.
“Ah, ugh, aaah...”
Half fear, half longing—and half of that longing was anticipation. Eyes swirling with such tangled emotions, Abera gazed at Ganeghan.
They had already tangled tongues, but surrendering her breasts was clearly something else entirely.
The act of yielding a place no one else could touch.
In other words, she knew full well this was his declaration that it was only the beginning. Just imagining what came next made her core grow slick.
Unconsciously, Abera rubbed her thighs together.
“The dress is getting in the way.”
He stopped kneading her breasts and muttered that out of nowhere.
She knew exactly what he meant. Abera said nothing, just averted her gaze from his. That was her answer in its own way—the most she could bend her pride.
“Take it off yourself.”
“...Huh?”
But instead of lifting or tugging at the hem of her dress himself, Ganeghan quietly took her hand and guided it up near her chest.
“M-Me?”
“You're the one who wants this, Lady. We should make it crystal clear.”
“B-But still...”
He's insane. So presumptuous. Who the hell does he think he is? Too much.
Words like that churned through Abera's mind, but the fury in her brain stood no chance against the pleasure flooding her body.
Ganeghan's words were blatantly rude.
They hammered home her dependence on him, solidifying their master-servant dynamic. Abera wasn't too dense to grasp that much.
But precisely because she wasn't dense, her thoughts grew all the more tangled and mushy. Rational judgment kept buckling under the onslaught of pleasure, head bowing lower each time.
Just from him kneading her breasts over her clothes—it was turning her brain to jelly.
Even the lady herself started getting confused. Why did it feel so good when Ganeghan touched her body? Why did it make her tingle with ecstasy?
One thing was certain, though: his hand on her bare skin would feel even better.
Even in that moment, she couldn't doubt it—and that only made her angrier.
...But she wanted to feel good.
In the end, that single fleeting thought shattered what remained of the lady's unbreakable pride.
“Ugh...”
Abera writhed in humiliated agony, yet even as she squirmed, she slowly brought her hand behind her back.
To unzip the dress located there. Her fingers naturally couldn't reach easily.
Normally, maids zipped it up in the morning and down at night. Abera had never done it herself before, so her movements came out awkward and clumsy.
One hand stretched behind her back, she had to arch off the bed—which naturally thrust her chest right toward Ganeghan.
Her face, once flushed with pleasure, now burned entirely with shame.
“G-Ganeghan...?”
Abera barely managed to call out the doctor's name. A plea, a suggestion: unzip it for her?
But Ganeghan merely loomed over her with a savage smile. To him, she was nothing but prey now.
In the end, the only words Abera could muster in resignation were:
“Please don't look...”
Just that. Unable to meet his eyes, she finally snagged the zipper with her fingertips.
Moments later, with a sharp pop, it slid down in one go, nearly bursting open. Her large breasts had barely kept it fastened to begin with.
“D-Did I do it...?”
Abera shot him a sulky pout, as if she'd fulfilled her duty.
Like lifting the lid from a silver tray of fine cuisine, all Ganeghan had to do now was pull, and the dress would slip right off without a fight.
“I've done my part, so hurry up already... Eek?!”
Before she could finish, Ganeghan yanked her dress downward like ripping open packaging. The final barrier shielding her nakedness peeled away so pathetically.
Her breasts, trapped in that cramped space, sprang free.
Her bare skin was white as a sheet of paper. The skin looked impossibly soft, and even at that size, her breasts held their perfect curves beautifully.
“At least warn me first...”
Not just her face—her entire body flushed a mottled crimson. Ganeghan took a moment to admire the lady's skin turning rosy pink.
“Patient's condition looks stable. Pretty.”
He tossed out the casual remark.
Despite baring herself completely, that tepid response pissed her off enough that Abera immediately clapped her hands over her breasts and bristled.
“Are you mocking me right now?! If you won't do what I—Ah, aaah?!”
But today, her sentences kept cutting off unfinished.
Ganeghan had suddenly latched his mouth onto the pink peak at the center of her breast.
His tongue softly lapped at her sensitive spot.
Not even skin on skin—just her bare flesh meeting his slick tongue. A sensation worlds apart from his hand over her dress. Dizzying enough to make her vision swim.
A few gentle flicks up and down, and Abera started making noises she'd never uttered in her life.
“Eh, ehhe, heuuu... Ugh...”
A thin, raw voice. That lewd sound quietly filled the room.
Abera couldn't even blink—nor could she see anything clearly.
From within her wavy, churning vision—like turbulent waves—she barely managed to spill those nasal, erotic cries.
Glazed eyes, drool spilling freely.
“Eh... He, he, huu...”
Her body shuddered like she'd been shocked, already too weak to hold herself up. Ganeghan relentlessly tormented the tip of her breast with his tongue's tip.
It was a breast worth sucking. Huge and soft to boot.
A lady with a body this lewd by nature. So thinking, Ganeghan kept shoving the dress still half-covering her lower half downward with his hand.
“Ahuuu... Hu...”
But Abera had no attention to spare for that.
It felt like her brain was melting. No—if this electric thrill was her brain melting, then let it melt away completely.
The whole world was slipping away. Each lap of Ganeghan's tongue lifted her body higher, floating toward the distant sky.
The triumph of hitting goals, the pride of recognition from others, the social craving to be sought after by all.
Abera had always chased her own joys in those things, but she'd never once felt physical pleasure like this.
She hadn't even imagined pleasure could be like this, let alone realized she needed it—but a few minutes of it was plenty to flip her thinking.
Not mere pleasure, but pleasure amplified several times over.
“Eh... Hu, het, heeet...”
As the sheets around Abera's mouth soaked through with saliva, Ganeghan fully stripped the dress from her body.
Even when he pulled his lips from her breast, Abera barely registered it. Or rather, she had no bandwidth left.
“More... Mooore...”
Mumbling so, she reached down and fondled her own privates instead.
No prior experience with masturbation—it was pure instinct.
“Do more... It's still so hot...”
Unable to stay still for a second, bucking her hips on her own. Gazing at her fully nude form, Ganeghan briefly debated diving into full sex.
Thanks to the drug, her sensitivity was off the charts. She was already a mess from foreplay alone—proper sex carried real risks.
“Hurry... Hurry up... Ganeghan...”
The lady calling for the doctor no longer had normal eyes. If she shattered completely like this, it wouldn't count as a plan succeeding.
Just enough dependence on him to keep her from leaving the mansion. That was the goal for now.
Safety first. Safety. Test even a stone bridge before crossing. Muttering that mantra, Ganeghan slid his finger toward her slit.
He'd meant just to rub, but it was so drenched beyond imagination that his finger plunged deep into her cleft with a squelch.
Pfuk, his finger rode the slide perfectly. It sank deep, right where it belonged. For whatever reason, there was a pop too.
Abera's eyes flew wide at the same instant.
“Uh, u, uung?! Uuht?!”
She snapped her hips upward sharply, arms locking around Ganeghan's neck in an unconscious vise grip.
Once it was in, the rest was easy. It was right around when Ganeghan began pumping his finger fast.
“Ah, aa! Aaaah!!”
Her body convulsed violently. The first time she'd seized up like this.
Her pussy clamped his finger tight, then released. As he withdrew, the dam burst—she squirted across the bed.
Orgasm. The pinnacle of physical ecstasy she'd never known.
“Eh... Ehe...”
Even after cresting once, the aftershocks lingered; Abera bucked her hips into empty air a few more times.
The drug's effect is insane.
Relieved it ended with just fingers when he'd braced for full penetration.
With Abera passed out before him, Ganeghan surveyed the bed. From her drool to her squirt, it was utterly soaked.
“Well, I've gone and done it...”
What now when she woke?
Come to think of it, he'd cranked her dependency stat sky-high. How to handle that?
Wiping the thick coating of her fluids from his finger, Ganeghan sank back into thought.
He tried to, anyway.
He should have.
“Hm...?”
Something caught Ganeghan's eye: a faint red stain on the bed.
Blood?
The telltale dark crimson of blood. Why the hell was it on the bed?
His gaze traced the source, and soon enough, he pinpointed it.
“Eh...?”
Ganeghan muttered despite himself.
Abera de Menesil. The lady ruthless enough to fake any pretense or action for personal gain.
So he'd naturally, naturally assumed she had experience.
Only now did it hit him. Earlier, when he'd shoved his finger in too deep, there'd been that pop—and something tearing.
The blood came from the lady's pussy.
“She was a virgin...?”
Things were about to get messy.