Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: 4. Kaen von Dandelrion (5)
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It was warm.
It was hot.
Sweat began to bead up little by little.
Hot.
Scorching.
Unlike the uniform cooling coldly by the bedside, every spot where my body pressed against Kaen's was slick with droplets of bodily fluids.
On her smooth belly, which I was now clutching tightly without realizing it.
On Kaen's back, where she let out tiny, ragged breaths right in my arms.
And on my groin, where she was deliberately—or maybe absentmindedly—grinding her hips against me, pressing firmly.
"Ngh…."
Kaen let out a faint sigh, barely audible.
Her usual playful tone had long since vanished far away.
Ridiculously, I was getting more and more aroused by that voice.
Even last night, when she'd come to my room and knelt down, she hadn't been this quiet.
Like prey caught by a predator.
Kaen offered no resistance whatsoever.
"Hic…."
That only made wicked thoughts spread through my mind relentlessly.
Was there a scene in some erotic novel where the guy just pounces like this?
I ransacked my memories, but nothing came up. Disappointing.
To begin with, none of those erotic novels had scenes of tender intimacy like this.
They all started with raping the heroine until she passed out, so of course there was no room for something like a hug.
In the end, Kaen's true nature grew even more mysterious.
Was she really the author?
Or was there some other reason she was acting like this with me?
"……."
I wondered.
Amid her feverish body heat.
Lost in a haze of foggy consciousness, I blurted out the words without deep thought.
"Lady Kaen."
"……Y-Yeah?"
"Are we just going to stay like this?"
Unlike her delayed response at first, Kaen didn't answer my follow-up right away.
She just buried her head in my arms, drooping it low.
Her wolf ears twitching faintly before my eyes.
This wasn't helping my deductions at all.
I needed more solid evidence.
Proof that Kaen was the author.
Proof that she wasn't.
The simplest way to check would be to rape her right here and now.
If she pretended to resist before getting buried in the bed and then squirted every time I thrust to her womb's depths, the odds she'd written it would shoot up.
If my wrist got sliced off like paper the moment I touched her, the odds she hadn't would skyrocket.
Of course, I couldn't use that method.
Without solid certainty, I needed something with less risk.
For example….
Something that could end as a light mishap even if she wasn't the author.
There was exactly one.
A good idea, and one that would be hard to pull off if not now.
"If you don't answer, I'll just do what I think is best."
"……?"
I slowly moved my hand.
Our skin had been stuck together with sweat, so the moment a tiny gap formed between her belly and my arm, cool air rushed in, stealing away the heat.
I had no idea what her maid would think when she saw my clothes later, but it wasn't worth worrying about.
She was just Kaen's maid, after all.
No matter what happened in this bedroom.
There was no need to fret about it spreading outside.
"Right now, I'm playing the role of your lover, aren't I, Lady Kaen?"
"L-Lover…?"
"You said you wanted to try something from a romance novel."
"……Lover…."
When I asked to confirm, Kaen just murmured softly, without a proper reply.
I hadn't gotten permission to proceed on my own, but I'd already gone too far to care about that.
All I could do now was hold onto the reins of my reason.
There was no "don't," so it should be fine.
Twisting her reaction to my liking, I kept moving my hand.
Upward.
Until it touched something.
"……Ah."
The word "lover" had made Kaen swallow hard repeatedly, and now a short breath escaped her lips.
At the same time, I felt a curious firmness from her bra—firmer than expected.
A rough, textured feel, maybe?
Clutching her belly tightly had felt better, honestly.
Still, the good news was no hostile reaction from Kaen yet.
She wasn't crushing my arm to stop me from touching, or cursing me out as a lunatic.
"……."
She just
stayed still.
—Hic!
Suddenly, hiccups started.
"Ngh…. Hic! W-Wait, hic…!"
Her body, which had been lying still in my arms until now, began to jerk.
Not struggling to escape.
Just trying desperately to swallow the hiccups back down.
Kaen still didn't stop my movements.
My hand brushed over soft curves until it reached the swollen tip.
She simply clamped her mouth shut and lowered her head, watching intently to see how far my hand would go.
"Hic…. Ngh…. Hic……."
No words telling me to stop.
No signs of trying to flee my arms.
No shaking her head no.
The result.
I thought, just a little, that maybe Kaen really was the author.
Maybe 10% odds.
Obviously, far too low to risk raping her.
"……."
But.
If it wasn't rape.
If it was just taking one more step now that my hand was already on her breast.
Maybe that much was okay.
"Then, I'll start."
I tested the waters.
If Kaen yelled not to touch her even now, I'd back off.
"Hic…. Hngt……."
But after 5 seconds, 10 seconds passed.
No voice from Kaen.
Only the regular hiccup sounds leaked from her throat.
After watching a bit longer, I cautiously began unbuttoning her shirt.
—Knock, knock, knock.
"……Hic…. Nghk…."
The top three buttons.
With her head blocking my view, I undid them by feel alone.
It was astonishing she still hadn't said a word.
The usual Kaen would have pummeled my side with fists.
Yet here she was, clamping her mouth shut until her black bra was fully exposed, meekly holding her position.
Was she really doing all this just out of curiosity from reading a romance novel?
A small suspicion sprouted, but without mind-reading, there was no way to resolve it right now.
"…I'll take it off."
"Hic…… Hng…."
Still no reply from Kaen.
At least she wasn't refusing—that was enough.
I hooked my fingers onto the bra clasp, somewhere between ordinary and indecent.
Awkward since it was my first time, but it didn't take long to undo.
Finally, Kaen's modest breasts came into view over her shoulder.
Cherry-pink nipples that suited her snow-white skin perfectly.
Breasts just small enough that my fingertips barely met at her sternum when I gripped one fully.
Maybe they seemed bigger than expected since I was used to seeing them hidden under her uniform, but that was it.
Not quite huge enough to call "busty."
Too big for "petite."
At the tip of those beautifully shaped breasts,
I hooked my finger lightly.
"……."
Lightly.
Lightly.
Really,
lightly.
Pathetic.
The moment she'd let Luke into the bedroom, that was all Kaen could think.
At first, spotting him in front of the mansion had made her heart pound the hardest.
He seemed to be cleaning, judging by the surroundings.
But seeing only around her house littered with leaves, she was sure he was dwelling on last night.
She'd panicked and shoved him upside-down onto the bed by mistake, so she had to smooth things over somehow.
With that in mind, Kaen had approached Luke as casually as possible and struck up a conversation.
When he tried backing away like he wanted to prostrate on the ground, she'd closed in tight to deny him the chance to apologize.
Then she'd brushed off last night entirely, as if it never weighed on him.
Kaen had been proud of handling it perfectly from start to finish.
Until Luke flashed that wry smile and tried to leave.
Big trouble!
Why?
Had her approach been wrong?
Before she could reach a conclusion, Kaen grabbed Luke desperately.
If she let him go now, they'd never return to how things were.
Because of that.
Kaen had no choice but to throw out a hastily made-up excuse.
You touched my body freely first, so now I get to grope yours until I'm satisfied.
"Hic……? Ah, ngh……?"
She never imagined a flimsy excuse cooked up in under five seconds would spiral this weirdly.
"W-Wait……?!"
Her mouth clamped shut with both hands.
The voice rising in her throat bounced back inside against her palms.
She had no idea it would be like this.
Even when she masturbated alone, flicking her nipples, it had never been this bad.
No one had ever told her it would feel like this when touched by someone she liked.
"W-Wait… plea…. Ngh…."
Kaen whispered desperately, barely audible even to her own wolf ears.
A little gentler, please.
A little slower, please.
Not difficult requests at all, but impossible to voice, trapping her in a vicious cycle.
She hated those fingers obsessively tormenting her nipple.
She wanted to snap that index finger that pinched tight with thumb and middle finger, then flicked wildly.
Yet that same cruelty that stroked softly now and then, like medicine after poison—she wanted to bite his nape for it.
Twisting her body to escape, she yearned to flick his forehead for not giving an inch.
Just a moment. Thirty seconds, please. A break, anything.
As Kaen panted like that, her eyes caught the clock ticking away.
15 minutes left.
Imagining what might happen from now until then flooded her mind at once.
She threw her head back toward the ceiling again.
"Hii──? ──?!"
Feels good.
Annoying.
Want more.
Want to hit him.
Amid the swirling confused sensations, Kaen fixated on "want more," her thighs trembling as she surrendered her whole body into Luke's arms.
"Hek…. Hek……."
Her ponytail, brushing his collarbone, now pressed firmly below his chest.
Already tousled from his petting fingers tangling it every which way.
After 15 minutes, it'd be a crumpled mess like a stone.
She had to re-tie it properly before Kiara noticed.
Making that quick plan she'd soon forget, Kaen dazedly caught her breath and looked down at her body.
"Hak…. Heuu……."
Maybe because her senses had cleared a bit?
Her breasts heaving up and down with every ragged breath felt utterly mortifying.
Her nipples, perked up stiff from his fingertips, made her want to crawl into a hole.
Didn't it look like she was begging to be touched?
Like Kaen von Dandelrion, only daughter of the famed swordsmanship house Dandelrion, had turned into a bitch wolf in a plebeian's arms.
Separate from her feelings for Luke, it was humiliating.
She should have at least kept her noble poise intact, unflappable as always—instead, a few nipple flicks had reduced her to this.
Yes.
Just like the heroine in Luke's erotic novel!
"Uuu……."
She'd only planned to be stroked a bit, hugged tight in his arms, and maybe hugged face-to-face at the end.
But he'd advanced straight to breast play, and now steam practically poured from her face.
Why had she allowed it?
If she'd said no from the start, she wouldn't be in this state.
Cold water.
She needed cold water right now….
"…Lady Kaen."
"Eek?!"
Luke's sudden voice snapped her back.
Kaen bolted upright in his arms, hastily straightening her clothes and slotting back between his legs in the same position as before.
Her nipples, swollen taut from nearly ten minutes of teasing, rubbed against her shirt making weird sounds,
but fortunately—or unfortunately—she'd already made plenty of weird noises, so it wasn't that embarrassing.
"Wh-Wh-Why, why??"
"Just in case… is there nothing else you're curious about?"
"No……."
No! That's enough!
She nearly spat it out, but then she finally noticed something pressing against her hip bone.
"If not, maybe we should stop here for today."
"……."
"I might make another mistake on you like last night."
"……."
"And there's still… a lot of cleaning left to do."
Hot.
Hard.
And the length…. Impressive.
Roughly navel-reaching, by eye.
"W-Wait a sec."
"Yes."
"15 minutes…. left, right?"
"Yes. Lady Kaen."
I didn't know for sure.
But he looked incredibly tormented.