Chapter 19
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Kaen von Dandelrion (9)
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Something was off.
"Nghik...? Ugh...?"
This was weird.
"W-Wait... Luke, this... is too much..."
Something seemed to be holding her back, like it was saying, 'No further.'
But just changing positions a little.
The moment I pinned her down hard and thrust something deep inside her.
I could bury every last inch that hadn't fit before.
That was weird.
"W-Wait. My belly... my belly feels so full..."
Still gripping Kaen's thighs tight, I slowly pulled my cock out from the root.
Her voice cut off at the same time.
A beastly groan replaced it, though I wasn't sure if it was even hers.
"Hrrghik..."
The root.
The shaft.
Finally, the head popped free, and a sticky thread of her juices stretched long across her crotch.
Her hole gaped wide from taking me in.
I stared at the strands draping over it.
Then slammed my hips down again, just how I wanted.
"...? ...! ......!!"
—Pahng!Pahng!Pahng!
The pleasant sound I'd never heard before flooded my brain.
Flesh slapping wetly against flesh.
Saliva pooled under my tongue.
Just the root-bottoming thrusts making a different noise from below, and the urge to cum surged up my spine. I clenched my teeth hard.
Beep— Ringing filled my ears.
I swallowed the thick glob of spit and hammered down into Kaen's twitching pussy as much as I wanted.
—Thuk!Thuk!Thuk!
Without pause.
As much as I craved.
Pfyuut, pfyuut. Her juices squirted endlessly, staining her pale belly sticky.
"......!!!? ......!?"
I pinned her thrashing thighs down like she wanted me to let go and ravaged her deepest spot at will.
To a degree that would hurt any normal woman.
Did it hurt Kaen too?
While she squirted like she was incontinent from getting raped by me.
Well, even if I found out, I had no intention of stopping these pistoning hips.
The brief curiosity evaporated in the bed's heat.
"......?! ......!!"
That was when.
Around the time Kaen realized she leaked the most when I ground roughly root-deep back and forth.
Some voice kept shouting in my ears.
I couldn't make out the words before they slipped out the other ear, circling in the air.
I figured it out quick.
Kaen had grabbed the pillow by her head and buried her face in it.
I couldn't be sure, but probably since I pulled out completely.
"Kaen."
"........ ......"
"Move it."
A voice so cold it startled even me slipped out.
That was all.
No guilt at all.
Like this was natural between us.
"If you don't move it now, we're done here."
I even threatened her, holding the rape hostage.
The kind where anyone overhearing would dig in their ears first.
Ridiculous.
"One."
"......"
"Two."
"......"
I counted quietly, pulling my root-deep cock out.
One: the root.
Two: halfway.
"Three."
"......"
Three: almost all out.
She'd get it by now.
Four, and no more rape if that big pillow stayed.
But.
Even after staying silent so long.
The pillow clung tight in her arms.
"...Four."
In the end, my pussy-soaked cock pulled fully free.
Why? hit my mind first.
Kicking away a chance to get raped willingly? Weird.
I needed to know why.
Hands off her limp thighs, no resistance. I reached for the pillow she hugged tight.
Before, I'd fret about sullying her noble skin.
Now our roles reversed, lust surged again. I casually grabbed her forearm and shoved it aside.
"......Ah."
I should've noticed then.
No, when I let go of her thighs.
Arms shoved aside, I finally saw Kaen.
"Huu... Huu..."
Sweat-matted hair stuck to her cheeks.
Tongue tip peeking out.
Her pleasure-wracked body heaving for air. That was all.
...Yeah.
Kaen von Dandelrion.
A few root-deep pistons, and she'd passed out, hips twitching faintly.
...Can't... breathe.
—Pahng!Pahng!Pahng!
...Head... hurts.
—Thuk!Thuk!Thuk!
...Feels... good?
—Slap———!!
"Hrrghit...?!"
Sudden sharp pain pierced her whole body.
It snapped Kaen awake enough to lift her head slightly.
Familiar sights filled her view.
Hinoki bed headboard.
Sword rack with three decent blades.
Bookshelf stuffed with unread tomes.
And.
A pure white pillow.
Covered in weird wet stains.
A pure white pillow.
Face-down on the bed, everything matched her bedroom perfectly.
Except that soaked pillow.
But.
"Ung...?"
Something was off.
"Ughk...? Heek...?? "
This was weird.
"Wh-What...?"
Her hazy mind cleared, filling with questions.
Why was her back so sticky?
Why was the pillow drenched?
Why this weird smell filling the room?
Why no strength in her waist?
Why did her head spark like this?
"Pfhaa...? Aughk...?"
Ten seconds conscious.
Rubbing her cheek on the sheets, Kaen vaguely grasped why she was like this.
Luke.
That bastard.
She'd gone along with him out of kindness, and he'd tried to fuck her like some novel heroine.
...No, he'd actually fucked her.
"L-Luuuke..."
Breathless from face-planting into the fluffy bedding.
Head hurt from oxygen deprivation.
Felt good because...
...Dunno.
Something tingly from her lower belly, but no way he was still going.
Better worry how to explain this mess to Kiara.
Kaen shoved the lewd thought away and tried to sit up.
"Hk?!"
But she couldn't.
Her upper body, briefly off the bed, thudded back onto the covers.
Waist weak, but arms should've been fine.
"......??"
Why?
Arms suddenly give out?
Creak, creak from below. Feeling weird, she tried rising again.
Her body sank down once more.
"Ughp...!"
Someone's hand pressing her nape.
"Eup! Eub?!"
That's why she couldn't breathe.
Too calm for that thought—the pressure was too strong.
Face in the covers like this, she'd inhale dust.
And why was her body shaking?
Mysteries everywhere.
Something thuk, thuk hitting her ass—deal with that first.
Kaen pulled her pinned hand free and reached back.
Her fingers brushed something hard, repeatedly.
"......"
A body she'd touched before.
Hugging tight from behind: Luke's.
So firm.
"Eut...? "
Realizing Luke was still behind her, sensations sharpened.
Ears, dry as after diving, filled with creaking bed and wet slaps.
Numb tingle etched in her ass, reason unknown.
Even her tail gripped and yanked firm.
...Who? No need to look.
Luke.
Bastard.
"Haht... Ueut...! Hikek?!"
Getting eaten.
Still being devoured by Luke.
Realizing her state, crushed under his hand, she bit the blanket at her lips.
Pleasure built while unconscious? It crashed in, mind-breaking.
Climax.
Climax.
Climax again.
Just awake, her pale purple eyes rolled back.
She'd pass out again like this.
Chewing the blanket to endure, a chilling sensation crawled her back.
—Grip
"......!!? ...!"
Played with her tail, now gripping her ass and pounding freely.
Absurd to Kaen.
Tail aside, using a woman's ass like this?
Like her body was a mere masturbator.
Arrogant.
Liking him didn't mean crossing lines.
You're just a plebeian.
I'm a noble you should revere,
—Slap———!
"————?!!?"
race.
"......?? ...?"
—Pahng!Pahng!Pahng!
In the endless bedroom din.
Kaen fell silent again, taking Luke's cum on her back over and over.
Kaen's maid, Kiara, paced cautiously outside the bedroom door.
Should she knock?
They're having a good time—don't want to interrupt.
But if they're lost in time, she should warn them.
Thirty minutes passed as Kaen said, then an hour—no man emerged.
Checked the shoe rack thinking he snuck out—nope.
The plebeian was still inside with Lady Kaen.
Doing who-knows-what.
Still secluded tête-à-tête.
Arms crossed, Kiara huffed.
Not annoyed.
A triumphant 'I win' snort.
"Knew it. So obvious, no way you wouldn't notice."
From birth in Altiorre's main house, she'd seen tons of romance.
Fictional sweet novels to sticky midnight trysts.
Kiara had awakened to romance quick.
Her eyes never lied.
Kaen brighter since the academy.
Always eyeing that plebeian guy.
"Wonder how far they've gone by now..."
No kiss expectations.
Hand-holding at best?
Maybe Lady Kaen confessed first: 'I like you!'
"Uhihihi..."
Plebeian-noble secret love.
Kaen felt creative juices surge. Wait, Kiara did.
Hundreds of romance novels read.
Fictionalize this, and she could write a decent one.
"Title's key. Nothing much to do here—maybe write a novel..."
Grinning at visions of literary fame.
Then the ever-shut door creaked open slow.
Plebeian?
Lady?
Didn't matter.
Ahem. Composed, Kiara smiled demurely, standing prim.
If Luke, ask sneaky on progress while seeing him off.
If Kaen, smirk 'I won' to rile her.
Teasing got fun since academy enrollment.
Seeing blushing, shy-shouting Kaen? Worth starving days for.
Short wait.
Plebeian stepped out.
"Ah."
"...?"
What?
Kiara tilted her head, smile forgotten at eye contact.
Hair sweat-drenched, wafting odd scent.
He averted eyes quick, spoke.
Even slammed the door shut hasty.
Evidence piled: scoop.
"Uh, Maid?"
"......Y-Yes. Call me Kiara..."
"Lady Kaen said..."
No way—they're on first-name already?
And she allowed it?
Impossible.
Silly, but not the point.
That smell from him.
Definitely the one from cleaning linens before.
Did it happen? Didn't it?
Did cute wolf-tail lady become adult? Or not?
That mattered most to Kiara.
"She said it hurts—absolutely don't enter."
"That's all?"
"Yes? Uh, yep."
Gotta go in.
Pretend to clean, sneak peek.
Though it'll show in laundry later—why the excuse?
Needed time to brace for her seeing.
Dismissing it, Kiara flashed her usual bright smile.
"I'll see you off!"
"Ah, sorry first—mind if I use the bathroom? As you see, I'm a mess. Didn't ask Lady Kaen."
"Of course! I'll tell her I used it."
"...Thanks?"
His handsome face puzzled.
What'd I eat? Why so nice? Written plain.
Not nice—just wanna boot you and check on Lady Kaen.
Kiara led Luke to the staff bath quick, then stomped upstairs.
—Knock knock
"Lady Kaen?"
No reply.
Asleep exhausted?
Or didn't hear?
Knocked again, called—no dice.
"Pretending not home?"
Ear to door—even then, silence.
What?
"Coming in?"
Rattled the handle loud to scare.
Not even locked.
She'd pick it anyway, planned to sneak even locked and starve days.
Something wrong now.
"......Lady Kaen?"
Kiara eased the door open slow.
Whoosh—sex stench hit hard, unpleasant but expected.
Stepped in a few paces,
froze solid.
"......Uh..."
Small wet spots on bed? Expected.
Not huge stains everywhere.
Expected thrown objects, chased out.
Not still face-down, hugging pillow, huffing weird breaths.
No condom possible, traces on body/floor normal.
But splattered white on her back...
"......I saw nothing..."
Tail gripped mangy, fur messed.
Maple-red handprints stark on pale ass cheek, three or four.
Unexpected.
"......"
Gotta... leave.
Out.
Now.
"Milady? Uh, dinner—tell you then?"
Did she hear?
Dunno.
Tail twitched? Or rigor mortis like.
Kiara shut door firm, went down, waited for Luke's shower.
To learn why Lady Kaen was like that.
Nail-biting wait—Luke emerged refreshed.
"...Hey!"
"Yes?"
Yelled sharp, soft reply back.
This guy wrecked her like that?
Voice too gentle, mismatch.
Kiara confused.
He really did that...?
Thought circled.
"H-How was the bath?"
"Great. Nearly met the professor like this. Thanks."
Time crunch.
Luke smiled, eyeing her like more questions?
"......"
Embarrassment burning, suspicion sprouted in Kiara's mind.
Less suspicion, near-certainty.
If Lady Kaen had those tastes, and Luke just obliged.
Everything neat.
"I'll see you off!"
Yeah.
Academy or not, plebeian wouldn't manhandle noble like that.
She must've begged for it.
Kiara nodded at her theory, escorted Luke out.
Masochist noble and reluctant plebeian forced to indulge.
Pretty common trope.
She thought, anyway.