Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: 4. Kaen von Dandelrion (8)
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Where on earth had it all started to go so wrong?
Kaen, her eyes brimming with tears of embarrassment, stared at Luke—who had transformed into the same beast from last night—and let those thoughts drift through her mind.
Was it from the moment she'd tried to cling to him with some clumsy excuse?
...Sure, her greed had led them here, but that couldn't have been the real cause.
Or maybe from when she'd closed her eyes to his rough handling down there because he looked so pained?
Yeah. That had to be it.
I'll never do it again.
No matter how much he begs on his knees.
With that firm resolution in her heart, another memory floated into Kaen's mind.
Every time Luke squeezed in training during his busy schedule, I'd always stuck by his side, sapping his motivation.
Or so it seemed.
"......"
Something felt off.
All she remembered was wanting to help him, demonstrating how to swing a sword properly.
Sure, she'd hit him with a wooden practice sword plenty of times for realism, but both she and Baekya had gone easy on him—gently, even.
Had her good intentions ended up killing his drive?
She hadn't clung to him to drag him down. She'd done it because she loved being around him.
Because she enjoyed it.
Because she wanted to be with you.
Because she wanted to exchange even one more word with you.
Idiot.
"This isn't why I called you here, is it?"
"No! I just......"
"......"
"Just......"
If she didn't...
Those other girls eyeing you openly might steal you away.
Should she have been more obvious about it?
Kaen resented Luke for not noticing her feelings.
And yet, the thing stabbing at her heart wasn't resentment—it was guilt.
It felt like tending a flower with diligent daily watering, only to find it withered and cold days later.
No matter how she explained that she hadn't meant it that way, it wouldn't matter to Luke now.
The flower had already bloated with water and faded to a dull hue.
All Kaen could choose between was
regret
or
apology.
Regret didn't suit her at all.
Apologizing wasn't her style either, but it beat wallowing in a corner, wondering why she'd done what she did.
But still.
Somehow, trying to apologize—barely covered by his shirt, no less—made the words stick in her throat.
Of course she'd never done it before.
Back home, everyone had always catered to her without her saying a word.
She didn't even know how to apologize properly.
...Sorry?
As if that one word would fix everything.
I did wrong...?
Still not enough.
Imagining herself whispering "I did wrong" from beneath him sent a shiver down her spine, but she pushed it aside for now.
Then, one more thought brushed through her mind.
What if she stayed quiet and let him do as he pleased until his mood improved?
"......"
Kaen averted her gaze from Luke's eyes and glanced downward.
The cock she'd lavished with her tongue and lips just moments ago.
The one so thick it made her jaw ache; all she could do was glare when he told her to open wider.
That cock was now pressing against her lower belly, looking even bigger than before.
The goal was obvious.
She wasn't some naive child. Naked in bed, a man and woman had only one thing to do.
It was clearly a signal: he'd shove it all the way in there.
Right up to... just below her navel.
She'd never even fit a finger all the way in.
If something that huge went inside...
─Gulp.
She'd break for sure.
This... can't happen.
Couldn't she just earn forgiveness by sucking him off diligently instead?
As Kaen's meager imagination sketched out the consequences in her head,
Luke flashed a faint smile, snatched her hands, and crossed them above her head.
"......?!"
A sharp ache radiated from her gripped wrists.
And then, the sensation of that cock sliding down from her belly.
No.
This can't happen.
I hate pain.
I especially hate showing an ugly, pained face in front of Luke.
Amid those thoughts,
Kaen was
pathetically aroused.
"......? ...??"
She didn't know why.
She'd simply been pinned down, helpless beneath the male who caught her interest.
That was all.
And yet.
Something thick and sticky leaked from her already shamefully soaked pussy.
Right after, a hot prod between her thighs.
She didn't need to look to know what it was.
But still,
Kaen deliberately looked down at her belly.
"......"
Press, press. The cock grinding against her as if ready to thrust in any second brushed her clit and rose upward for a moment.
A jolt of pleasure that made her hips twitch.
Kaen squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing a moan, and secretly panted while fixing her gaze on her lower belly.
I'm about to get eaten.
Just like the heroines in Luke's novels.
Completely wrecked.
Eaten alive.
"Hic......"
Could she even endure the pain?
Even that brief two-page glimpse was packed with incomprehensible acts like swallowing semen.
...Just how sadistic did Luke want his sex to be?
Who knew.
Maybe during sex, he'd whisper "I love you"—a word she'd only heard in dreams.
Maybe they'd share breaths with tongues slick from each other's saliva.
".... ......! ......?!"
Maybe he
would.
She didn't... know.
"W-Wait...? W-Wai... t......?"
As Luke's glans forced her folds apart,
every thought she'd been having
shattered violently from her mind.
Not from disappointment.
To withstand the overwhelming pleasure.
"Stop.... Don't, don't go deeper......"
Kaen flailed her pinned arms, pleading with him.
It hurts.
Kiara, you warned me my first time would hurt like hell.
And that was all from novels, not your experience?
Right now,
this sensation forcing into my belly feels so good,
my head's going weird.
"Ahk...! Ha.... Hah.... Ha......"
Thankfully, Luke halted with just under half buried inside.
Kaen buried her face beside her pinned arms and panted raggedly.
Love you?
Kiss?
Breath?
All her foolish fantasies sank beneath the surface.
The only thought surfacing now: Why am I like this?
As a noble.
Or as a woman.
Being forced like this should disgust her.
So why
did it feel so good she might go mad?
"Heok.... Haa......"
......Like a pervert.
"Stop?"
"Mhm......"
She nodded vigorously, rubbing the side of her head against the pillow without turning.
She needed time to get used to this pleasure.
If only she'd been brave enough to finger herself all the way once.
Then maybe.
"Ah. So you want it just like that scene."
"──?!"
If only she
had.
"Lu, Luke...? If you go... deeper now......"
If only.
"Ah...? Ahh...?"
"The third or fourth time she gets fucked by me."
"......?"
"Ignoring her lies about it hurting and stop, pounding her womb flat right to the hilt."
I don't know.
How would I know a scene like that?
Her belly already felt stuffed full.
But one sensation she should've felt was missing, so Kaen gulped down the saliva pooling under her tongue.
It hadn't reached yet.
Luke's thighs.
Luke's pubic bone.
And Luke's lower belly.
"Don't......"
Her voice barely escaped.
But apparently, it didn't reach him.
That already monstrous cock had thickened even more inside her...
If anything,
he was
getting... excited...
─Why can't you do this?
"You're a pervert.... It won't... go in deeper....... Stop, stooop......"
─Sigh. Watch closely and try again. Lower your shoulders a bit more.
"Euggh....... Don't thrust your hips like thaaat......"
─Hmm.... All strength, no skill...
"...?! Th-There, rubbing it like thaaat...?!"
It wasn't anything impressive.
Just slamming half-swallowed cock into her tight pussy that wouldn't yield easily, pounding away as I pleased.
That was it.
And yet.
Kaen was already spraying clear fluid all over my body.
"Ahk......! W-Wait, ahhh...?!"
This sensation of wrecking a woman's body.
Using a noblewoman's body like a toy.
The thrill of pinning down a woman who'd fought tooth and nail against my rape attempts.
Like Kaen beneath me now, my breathing grew ragged too.
Impossible as it was, my mind felt like it was melting.
"Aghk.... Eek?!"
Every time my glans battered deep into her pussy, crushing the farthest depths until it felt ready to burst,
then scraping out with it clamped tight like she was begging for a break, pulling almost all the way out to cool in the bedroom air,
my head boiled.
My reason fled.
An unfiltered question slipped from my lips.
"You okay?"
"Heh...? He...?"
Of course not.
Her thighs and hips were trembling that badly; I'd be an idiot not to notice.
Why ask anyway?
Because after sparring Baekya and Kaen every training day, sprawled on the ground, I'd always hear it from above me.
"You okay?"
Even with limbs broken everywhere—impossible to be okay—that innocent face asking popped into my head.
Now I threw the question back at Kaen, writhing happily beneath me.
"You okay...?"
Kaen panted harshly toward her arms pulled overhead.
A hazy voice leaked from her lips.
She had no clue why I'd said it, but whatever. Didn't matter.
She didn't need to know.
The conquest of pinning the bitch who'd always annoyed me.
That was enough.
"N-No way it'd be......?!"
Her stammered reply vanished into a gasp.
I'd ignored it and crushed her pussy again.
"Hiiik...?! Stop, stooop...?!!"
Once.
Twice.
Four times.
Ten times.
I kept slamming into her spasming pussy without mercy.
Just like in her novel.
Until her eyes broke.
Until her tongue lolled out like an idiot.
Over and over.
Pounding root-deep like animals mating.
And Kaen's eyes, blankly staring up at me,
somehow lacked focus.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Ahk.... Haa......"
No answer—just her lips parting uselessly.
She gulped hard as if to speak, then opened wide again, heaving hot breaths.
"Calling me a pervert over and over."
"You are a pervert...!"
"Says the one raped in bed with a happy face."
"Sh-Shut up......"
"Then at least stop smirking. Your face says 'Thank you for raping me.'"
"That's ridiculous.... Kgh......"
Kaen tried to retort but clamped her lips shut as my finger brushed her cheek.
From here to here—that's how far your smile went.
As I stroked her with my thumb to show her, she glared daggers, as if to say stop.
Still playing the noblewoman reluctantly raped, it seemed.
I knew the truth, so why bother acting? But since I'd never indulged a rape fetish before, I let it slide.
"Then, you hate it?"
"Obviously......?!"
Squish.
As I hammered the deepest spot at her answer, she frantically tried to hide her face.
I chuckled, propped on the bed with one hand, and turned her cheek back toward me.
Red flush from her nose to cheeks.
A single tear clinging to her eye corner.
Her delicate brows furrowed in feigned grimace.
Lower lip bit tight to suppress that smile.
She was so cute I mindlessly patted her head. Kaen stared blankly up at me, then whipped her face away with an "oh crap" expression.
"Hate being done like this by me?"
"......"
Only her ragged breaths—gasp, wheeze—answered my final question.
No denial.
No affirmation.
"Guess there's no helping it then."
"...?"
Her wolf ears twitched at my low mutter.
I released her arms at last and pinned both thighs down instead.
Maybe the position was why it hadn't gone in smoothly so far.
I didn't know which worked best, but it beat wasting time.
Her crossed hands slowly slid down.
Stopping at her chest.
"......"
She could've slapped my cheek.
Pushed my chest.
Options aplenty.
But no—all she did was cover her perky nipples.
"...W-What're you staring at?"
"...Nothing. It's fine."
She really can't lie.
Swallowing a laugh, I slammed into her pussy with all my strength once more.
"Euggh......?!?"
I never expected her to swallow me to the hilt right away.