Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Fake Lady, Real Lady. (2)
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Dia looked at me with slightly suspicious eyes.
"...Syringe?"
"Aren't you the one who wants to feel good?"
"Right. That's why I'm asking. Syringe. Where is it?"
"It's possible without one."
My hand slid past her navel, crossing the soft skin of Dia's belly.
"Wh-what? What are you trying to do?"
Dia's words came out a little stuttered. Her body squirmed as a bonus. But my strength was firm—enough to hold her down, at least.
"It's not hard to figure out."
I sped up the hand that had been moving downward.
Her privates met my fingers in an instant. No foreplay at all, yet the young lady's entrance was already slick.
Maybe because she'd already comforted herself. Or perhaps from the excitement of expecting a shot. Or both.
"Uh, ugh?!"
Dia trembled in surprise. At the same time, she clamped her thighs together, which only pressed my hand fully against her slit.
"Wh-what, what, what are you doing!"
"Treatment."
I answered as calmly as possible.
If even I started hesitating, we'd end up in a total mess. Since I'd already steeled my resolve, the best thing was to make sure that didn't happen.
Paradoxically, her naked body amid the trash-strewn room looked like a delicate glass artwork.
Her pale skin, slender arms, belly so flat its outlines showed, modestly sized breasts... and above all, her noticeably plump thighs.
Sensing my gaze, the young lady finally seemed to register a hint of shame.
"W-wait a second. Why are you staring like that all of a sudden? You commoner!"
"You undressed yourself, Young Lady."
"So? Did I ever say you could look? Does me taking my clothes off mean you get to stare?"
"Anyway, you're beautiful."
At those words, Dia suddenly clamped her mouth shut with a gasp. Her face even looked a bit flushed.
"Y-yeah! As if I don't know! You. You saw my body! I'll make you pay for it!"
Dia yelled fiercely.
I wondered when the sleeping pill would kick in. Stalling with conversation alone seemed impossible.
And my ears were starting to hurt. Before she could keep ranting, I began gently rubbing her slit.
"Hnn, uhn?"
My fingers glided smoothly up and down along the slit. Thanks to how wet it already was.
It even felt a little wetter than before—like she might secretly be enjoying the mood.
The atmosphere always mattered in these things, and everyone had their preferences.
"Ah.... eek...."
With each gentle back-and-forth, the strength in her resistance ebbed away. Her eyes were starting to glaze over. It was definitely working.
"S-stop that...."
Her words said to stop, but her tone couldn't hide her true feelings.
The fear of this "stranger personal physician" had apparently been overwhelmed by excitement. Her heated breaths brushed my cheek.
"Haaa...."
The moment all strength drained from her arms, I roughly grabbed her defenseless breast.
It was the only part of Dia's body—along with her thighs—where flesh was plentiful. The resilient mound filled my palm without a single gap as I squeezed.
That unique sensation only a woman's breast could provide—and from a young lady, no less. A bullet of taboo thrill and satisfaction shot through my mind.
"Ha, uh? Wh-what are you—!"
Yet she arched her hips slightly higher. As if begging for more rubbing down there.
One hand kneaded that modest breast while the fingers of the other carefully prepared to slip inside her.
"N-no!"
Instinctive defense? Or rejection of a stranger's fingers? She cried out. But it was already too late.
A single work of decadent art. That's what it was. Decadent beauty that stirred lust, yet ultimately resolved into pure allure.
If you ever saw a real fallen angel, it might look like this. An arrogant, ridiculous thought. I hadn't even seen a real angel, yet here I was imagining a fallen one.
"Young Lady Dia."
"Uh, ugh.... eek?"
I whispered right in her ear so she'd hear clearly. But she seemed too overwhelmed by bodily sensations for her mind to focus.
With sensitivity like this, she might not even need drugs. I continued.
"I'm going in."
"Wh-what?!"
Before the owner of that aroused body could respond, my finger plunged into her slit. It didn't take much force. It slipped right in, as if returning to its rightful place.
Warm, wet heat enveloped my finger completely. So slippery. Deeper. Even deeper. My finger eased inside.
"Haa! Haat!"
Dia bucked her hips lightly. She wasn't used to stimulation from someone else's hand.
Though she might like it. She was searching for new pleasures, after all. I thrust into her slit softly, but quickly.
"Ugh? Eek, ugh, uuugh?!"
Her privates, which seemed unable to get any wetter, grew even slicker. The wet squelching sounds filling the room were only natural.
But Dia couldn't focus on hearing right now. She was fully surrendered to the pleasure of my fingers plunging inside her.
"Wh-what... is this...!"
Confused as she was, she didn't hate the sensation.
My hand moved with uncanny smoothness.
Smooth and skilled. Considerate of her while leading to pleasure. Apparently, physical prowess included caressing.
I paused the rapid fingers for a moment, shifted the angle slightly, and poked upward.
"Heeee....ek...."
As expected, it was swollen there. As my finger pressed and slid over it, Dia's mouth gaped open, drool spilling out.
She looked like she'd already been injected with Sao.
"I... I... I feel... so... weird... aaah...."
She wasn't pushing me away—she clung to me tightly. Her eyes pleaded for answers, confused.
It must have been a stimulation she'd never felt before in her life.
Then I'd have to show her.
And words wouldn't do. I suddenly ramped up the speed on her sensitive spot.
"I'll make it feel good for you."
An unnatural strength gripped my arm where she held it. Her hips began shaking wildly.
In response, I just kept accelerating my hand.
"He, heeuk, eek! Aaaaaah eek?! Aaaaah!!!"
After one massive cry, she let out a final "heuk" and went limp.
Her eyes fully rolled back, drool streaming from her mouth. Dia panted roughly for a moment before her breathing steadied.
The sleeping pill must have finally fully taken effect.
I watched her broken—yet somehow still beautiful—form for a bit, then pulled the blanket over her.
Right then, a knock echoed through the room: tok tok.
'Did they hear outside?'
A bad premonition flashed through my head.
I could claim she did it to herself, but the moment she woke up, it'd be obvious that was a lie.
What if touching the young lady's body became a huge issue and led straight to a bad ending?
No—messing with her sensitive spots and not causing problems would be the weird part.
A whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind in seconds.
Still, I had to get out first. I hastily pulled on gloves over my still-sticky hand to hide Dia's fluids, tidied my clothes. The longer I delayed, the more suspicion it'd breed.
As I stepped out, Alfred was waiting, fidgeting anxiously.
The moment he saw my face, his expression paled further as he asked,
"Um, did you... inject the drug by any chance?"
"Uh, was it that loud?"
"That's not important. Did you inject the drug?"
"Ah, sorry about that. I just put her to sleep. Seemed like not today."
I averted my eyes, dreading an outburst of anger—but instead, a sigh of relief escaped his lips.
"Really... really, that's a relief. You did the right thing. We almost had a disaster."
He even grabbed my hand tightly as he said it.
"Pardon?"
"She's here."
"Who?"
Alfred couldn't continue, wiping sweat from his brow with his suit sleeve instead of a handkerchief. He clearly had no time for propriety right now.
"The eldest daughter of the Menesil family. Lady Abera."
Alfred's face was still deathly pale. And now, so was mine.