Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: 4. Kaen von Dandelrion (6)
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Crossing a line you'd once trampled was far simpler than anyone could imagine.
I hadn't intended to go this far at first.
All I'd meant to do was carefully probe a sensitive spot to figure out if Kaen was the author or not.
I had no plans to keep fingering her until she climaxed over and over.
But Kaen, cradled in my arms, kept letting out those pleasurable breaths.
The thin thread of reason wrapped tightly around my fingers was fraying to the breaking point.
And the nagging thought that she might be the author had taken root in my mind.
Before I knew it, I'd stepped right over that line.
"Hik... ? Ah, uh... ?"
I started flicking her nipples lightly with my fingers, just as I'd decided to test gently.
I deliberately hugged her tight as her body slid down slowly, her hand clamped over her mouth.
I nearly left bite marks on her pristine white nape but bit my tongue hard enough to taste blood and held back.
The thread of reason I'd gripped with both hands thinned in an instant.
Just a little more pressure, and I could snap it right then and there.
Kaen's true identity still hadn't been revealed.
Up to now, the odds were heavily against it.
I should stop here.
If things escalated to the worst-case scenario, it was over.
Reason screamed all that at me.
But the arms clutching that thread of reason for dear life were yelling back.
This proves it. You've got your answer.
Take her now.
"W-wait... please... Eut... ."
Kaen's moist voice leaked through the fingers clumsily covering her mouth.
Even if she couldn't finish the words, I knew she was begging me to stop.
It was also proof she might not be the author of that erotic novel.
But I didn't wait for Kaen.
Instead, I pinched her soft, squishy nipples hard between my fingers.
"Sto...p... ."
Her tender pink nipples twisted and deformed under my relentless fingertips.
After she arched her back once, I fixed my thumb and index finger firmly on the nipple and flicked the tip upward with my middle finger.
As her head started lolling to the side, I paused the torment and gently stroked it with just my fingertips.
None of this was the act of a sane man.
I'd done it thoughtlessly.
Blankly.
"Hii──? ──?!"
Finally, Kaen—still muffling her own mouth—ground the back of her head against my chest as she climaxed, and my hazy reason flickered back to life.
Barely, though.
"Hek... Hek... ."
No more. This was getting dangerous.
Still groping her breasts, I glanced down at my wrists.
Fortunately, they were both still attached properly.
But... .
If Kaen said we should stop here... .
Could I actually stop?
"Heuu... ."
The answer was no.
I didn't know the exact reason, but ever since yesterday, reining in my impulses had been getting harder and harder.
Suddenly, I recalled Yuzu's experiments over the first month after enrolling at the academy.
Nothing else came to mind, but those bright red pills she'd given me periodically were suspicious.
I vaguely remembered her saying they were to confirm the experiment's results... .
I definitely needed to ask Yuzu today what exactly those pills I'd taken were.
Until then, though... .
I had to wrap this up somehow.
"...Kaen-nim."
After staring at Kaen's heaving chest for a long while, I swallowed hard and spoke carefully.
*
"There's still... a lot of cleaning left to do."
Yes, I'd made plenty of mistakes already, but at least I'd ended it with the right words, without screwing up.
Time to get out of here.
My pants felt unbearably tight, but I couldn't just whip it out and stroke off in front of Kaen.
I could duck into some secluded corner and jerk off to my imagination later.
Problem solved.
Or so I thought.
"W-wait a sec."
Kaen's response wasn't permission to leave.
Instead, she tightened her tail around my waist and directed a question toward the opposite wall.
"Fifteen minutes... left, right?"
"...Yes. Kaen-nim."
I nodded, then realized how idiotic that was and forced out a verbal reply instead.
My voice came out drowsy, like I was half-asleep.
"Pervert."
"Yes."
Kaen murmured it casually.
"...Pervert."
"Yes. Kaen-nim."
Once more.
"Pervert... ."
"I'm listening."
"Pervert."
Kaen kept whispering the same word in a voice that sank lower and lower until—thunk—she bumped the back of her head against my collarbone.
A familiar pain.
More like a stimulating jolt than actual pain, really.
It probably hurt her more, so why did she keep doing it?
The pointless thought helped shake off some of the lust, and I felt a bit better.
"...Does it hurt?"
Then, an absurd question pierced my ear.
Not like she was the one who'd caused it and now offering comfort—what was her angle here?
In situations like this, playing along was probably better than brushing it off with "I'm fine."
Gripping the bedsheet I'd been holding, I answered.
"A little. It hurts."
"... ."
Kaen fell silent for a moment.
She just turned her head slightly away from me.
Then whipped it back up to look at my face.
Then fiddled with her disheveled shirt while staring down at her own chest.
Was she feeling guilty?
Or maybe trapped in the contradiction of why should I apologize when a plebeian tormented me?
"W-wait there."
Her jet-black tail, thick with gray fur, finally uncoiled from my waist and brushed across the bedsheet.
For a brief moment, I felt relief at regaining my freedom.
But her command to wait sparked doubt.
Maybe she planned to apply some ointment.
No need to go that far.
Or maybe just slap on a bandage.
Either way, I should cover up this hideous bulge now.
She might not have noticed after I'd pinned her hips down for so long, but seeing it directly was another matter.
Taking advantage of the moment as Kaen sat up, I tried pulling my shirttail out to cover my pants.
"... ?"
I tried.
Until Kaen bit her lower lip and knelt demurely in front of me.
"Kaen-nim?"
"Sh... Quiet."
A reflexive question slipped from my mouth.
Kaen silenced me by tugging firmly at my pants.
"And... come a little closer."
A jumble of thoughts raced through my head, but my butt was already at the edge of the bed.
Worries that this might lead to something extreme again.
And, just maybe, hopes that it would.
"Pervert."
"...Yes."
"Cumming once makes it stop hurting, right?"
From the context, she meant my dick, not my collarbone.
What a foolish question.
She seemed to think the throbbing erection was causing me pain.
If she recalled the sensations she'd felt from me teasing her nipples moments ago, she'd figure it out quick.
Way too naive for an erotic novel author.
Guess it really wasn't her writing after all.
With that conclusion flipping back yet again, I looked down between my legs.
Her beautiful lavender eyes, now free of all fatigue.
Her ink-black hair, tousled here and there from my stroking.
My gaze traced downward to the thin trail of drool at the corner of her lips, as if she'd been salivating moments ago.
"...What if you need to cum twice?"
Since I'd already leaned toward her not being the author, saying You don't need to worry about it, Kaen-nim would let me escape this awkward room without further incident.
She might hold me accountable later for groping her nipples without permission, but this option had the least risk—and I'd already gotten to fondle the Northern Archduchess's breasts, so the reward was solid.
The right answer was sitting there plain as day.
I hadn't overlooked it.
I just had to say it.
"No way... three times... ?"
Ridiculously enough.
With my brain numbed by lust, I proved far dumber than the innocent Kaen.
"...Yes."
*
Kaen's face sank lower.
Lower.
Lower.
Until my glans towered far above her hair.
"Huu... ."
I turned my head slightly aside and exhaled a breath thick with heat into the air.
I'd boldly asked for a blowjob from Kaen, but maintaining any composure in this state was driving me insane.
If I'd been convinced she was the author, fine—but with the scales tipping toward her not being one, why the hell was I doing this?
Was I actually an idiot?
A bizarre situation where I couldn't even understand myself.
Determined at least not to rape Kaen, I gripped the bedsheet behind me tightly with one hand.
"Heup... He... ."
A vulgar wet sound accompanied a slick stimulation spreading from the base of my cock.
I wasn't sure if it was intentional, but her relaxed tongue lapped so softly.
Part of me wanted to feel the inside of her mouth too... .
Get real.
She was doing this to ease my "pain."
"Haa... Like this... ?"
Kaen asked from below, her red tongue extended to lick the underside of my shaft.
"Yes. That's... right."
"...Got it."
Kaen swallowed hard, then focused on licking up my length.
Watching her, I could only clutch the bedsheet even harder.
Something tore with a distinct rip at my fingertips.
It was expensive, for sure.
I could only hope Kaen wouldn't notice it was my doing.
I kept tormenting the innocent sheet.
Tightrope-walking between reason, instinct, and the urge to cum, eyes squeezed shut— that's when I suddenly realized.
I couldn't feel anything on my cock anymore.
"... ?"
Just thirty more seconds, and I could've held onto reason while blowing my load.
Was she tired?
I cracked open the eyes I'd squeezed shut, still facing sideways.
Then lowered my gaze downward.
"... ."
There was Kaen, staring blankly at my cock.
She licked her lips, then let out a soft "Huu."
Would asking why she'd stopped seem rude?
That brief hesitation left me speechless for what came next.
"Hawp... ."
"Ugh... ?"
Hot.
Her tongue had felt warm at first touch, but I figured it'd cool quickly.
Her mouth was entirely different.
It went straight past warm into scorching.
This is dangerous.
Insanely, unbelievably dangerous.
My instincts reached that certain conclusion without any calculations.
"Kuh... !"
"Nghup?!"
—Splurt! Splurt!
My hips shuddered like they'd broken.
The semen I'd held back, held back, and held back some more.
I poured every drop of pent-up lust into Kaen's mouth, clutching the already-torn bedsheet even harder.
This was bad.
No, fucked.
Overwhelming pleasure shattered those worries and numbed my brain.
To keep my hand from instinctively grabbing Kaen's head, I poured all my strength back into gripping the sheet.
"Mmph? Mmph?"
With just the glans in her mouth, Kaen couldn't move, her ears twitching as she stared up at me intently.
As if asking what to do.
Swallow? Spit? If she pulled it out, would it spray her face?
Of course, I couldn't answer any of those questions.
Telling her to spit was probably best.
And close her eyes, since it'd splatter her face too.
But the words that slipped from my sighing lips were.
"...Swallow. Now."
Strangely arrogant.
That wasn't what I'd meant to say.
If I were a noble, she'd slap me across the face for it.
Arrogant.
So arrogant.
"... ."
—Gulp.
—Gulp.
—Gulp.