Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Confusion (2)
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Why had things spiraled like this? That bewildered thought aside,
fortunately, my reason was still holding strong.
It was only natural.
Even when Kaen had first given me a blowjob, or when I'd tightly embraced her petite body from behind,
I hadn't lunged at her without a shred of self-control.
But laying hands on this ticking time bomb of a body? That changed everything.
No deep thought required.
I wouldn't stop at just groping her breasts—I'd clearly force my way into places Yuzu hadn't permitted.
That flimsy outfit? A firm yank from me would shred it effortlessly.
Right now, with rational thought intact, I knew Yuzu wasn't the author, but would my instincts alone let me think straight?
Last night, after treating Kaen like the author and reason returned, hadn't I been appalled by my own ridiculous logic?
Joint authorship... or some such nonsense.
Excuses to corner Yuzu with.
Even though the handwriting in the notebook had been identical from start to finish.
At least with Kaen, the coincidence that she really was the author with a rape fetish had led to a good outcome.
But Yuzu?
While reason still held, I needed to convince her to halt this dangerous nonsense.
Unless she wanted to end her life as a pile of black ashes soon.
"No."
"It's fine."
"I'm not fine."
"I'm fine."
The looping exchange hung in the air.
How could I blurt out, "What if I pound you like a bitch in heat?" Frustrating as hell.
"It'll be far ruder than you imagine."
"Minor details like that don't matter."
"...Not just lightly brushing your breasts—I might press down hard."
"Do whatever."
"Might not stop at breasts and reach elsewhere."
"I'm no ordinary person. Don't think you could overpower me."
Her attitude prioritized verifying my rudeness and roughness.
Permission to squeeze her breasts freely.
Confidence I couldn't subdue her.
Yuzu's lips moved in her usual impassive expression, no hint of a smirk.
"I'm tired. Hurry up."
"......"
I bit down hard on my tongue.
It had started nagging me since Yuzu touched her own breasts earlier, but as time dragged on, my mind grew hazier.
It felt just like when I'd pinned Kaen down and relentlessly hammered her womb.
Against my will to pull away, my gaze kept drifting to the slight crease in Yuzu's cleavage.
Yuzu watched me, subtly thrusting her chest forward.
She must have taken it as a go-ahead to touch her breasts.
...If I hadn't vented my lust on Kaen earlier, I might have pinched that peak by now.
Licked it greedily too—but before that, I'd probably burn to death.
"Then, promise me one thing."
"Say it."
"If I cross the line, you control it appropriately."
"...Fine."
Short and curt.
That secured a minimal safety net.
Not ashes, just some burns at worst.
The Saintess could heal anything anyway—preserving life was priority.
"......Pardon me."
But that didn't mean I could gleefully ravish Yuzu's body.
She wanted to observe how I lost reason when aroused, but as she'd said, losing it meant unpredictable actions.
Stay as calm as possible, just in case.
Best to fake losing control if feasible.
Hoo. With a trembling sigh, I set the potion on the table and cautiously reached for Yuzu.
"......"
First came the expected soft sensation at my fingertips.
Not yet grasping the breast itself, more like tracing the fabric encasing it.
My brain already flashed a warning: This feels dangerous.
Flustered as my mind was, my fingers began gradually pressing into her breast.
From above, downward.
From the sides, inward.
My body acted first; awareness lagged behind.
"Ah, s-sorry."
A rough imprint marred the taut fabric of Yuzu's clothes.
The research annex, blackout curtains drawn.
Illuminated only by faint blue flames—
Even a light press, yet the fleeting shadow on her clothes was massive enough to convince anyone I'd squeezed hard.
"No need to apologize. Keep going."
"......Yes."
Yuzu absolved me in her usual icy tone.
So far, so good.
Stay calm. Please.
Self-hypnosis complete, I softly kneaded her breast once more.
"......"
Rough shadows bloomed across it again.
As I sank into that familiar, dazed sensation gripping her breast—
"Luke."
Yuzu's signature stiff voice filled my ears.
"Don't hold back. A little harder is fine."
"......"
Words no woman should utter lightly, stacked deliberately.
"...J-just to be safe, I'll ramp up slowly."
"Why?"
"Why..."
"Light teasing like this won't arouse you."
Ominous.
"But jumping straight to hard... wai—?"
Sarak. Her ash-gray hair cascaded beautifully.
The instant my gaze was stolen, Yuzu's small hand clamped my hand firmly.
The scratches from Kaen's nails hours ago stung.
"Like this."
"Lady Yuzu, wait—"
I blurted it out in haste, but my voice didn't reach.
I released all force from my fingers on her breast simultaneously,
but it meant little.
Yuzu pressing my fingers would force mine to follow anyway.
I could have splayed my fingers in resistance.
But for some reason, I didn't.
In the end, my subdued fingers plunged deep into her flesh.
Is pressing this hard okay?
The thought hit, fingertips stiffening as if my mind blanked.
Yet the fact both hands brimmed with soft fullness remained unchanged.
"This much is fine. No pain."
"......"
"Harder here hurts, but I'll endure. Verification comes first."
"......"
Yuzu's voice echoed softly.
Breasts.
Essentially just globs of fat on a woman.
No need to get excited.
Just regain composure.
Screw up now, and it's unsalvageable.
I'll dump the building lust on Kaen later.
Excuses swirled in my head to cling to reason.
"Feel me up however you want."
My limit.
"Aroused yet?"
"...Lady Yuzu. Let's stop here..."
"Insufficient after all?"
I knew from experience she got chatty when it involved "research."
Usually just self-muttering, never real conversation—that was my take.
But with her breasts filling both hands, I couldn't respond.
Affirmative or negative.
Any words felt destined for disaster.
"Luke. Under the clothes—think that'd arouse you?"
Dangerous suggestion.
Whatever else, I had to block that—instinct rioted in my skull.
"N-no. This is plenty. Just give me a moment..."
"...Fine. Suit yourself."
Lying that I was already aroused would be a fatal blunder.
Having said reason snaps when excited, faking it needed prep time.
Squeeze till her brows furrowed, flick the nipples a few times—escape with a burn on some body part.
Paradoxical headache: how not to get aroused?
No choice.
I twisted one wrist gripping her breast.
Positioning thumb and index to pinch firmly.
Can't give her time to think.
Smart as she was, she'd spot anything off quickly.
Swiftly, tracing the lewd curve to the nipple's peak.
Unfamiliar with women's bodies, but Kaen's earlier exploration helped me locate it fast.
"......"
Yuzu showed zero arousal.
Some firmness, but compared to Kaen's, far softer.
Expected outcome.
For Yuzu, this was "experiment" extension.
Directly verifying the baffling side effect.
Only I harbored lewd intent.
Driving me insane...
To fake arousal undetected, I had to cross a line.
No rape, absolutely.
To lose reason convincingly without truly, halt at a razor-edge Yuzu might misread...
As I scraped her nipple with my thumb, I resolved and squeezed the handful with all my might.
Late wonder if she wore no underwear flashed by later.
"......Eut."
A breath nearer pain than pleasure.
I averted my eyes forcibly, kneading her nipple over the fabric relentlessly.
Wanted to make her feel good first, but inexperience made my clumsy groping painfully obvious even to me.
How had I touched Kaen's nipples to make her climax?
Recalling daytime: lust-fueled wild squeezing—no details stuck.
Her kink was forceful violation anyway.
Technique irrelevant; sadistic pain alone thrilled her.
All I could do was moderately torment Yuzu's body.
Tame compared to Kaen.
"...It hurts......"
Yuzu's voice leaked faint as breath.
My hand slackened briefly, but recalling my role, I forced the torment on.
Don't get swayed by that voice.
Fake arousal: ignore Yuzu, act selfishly.
After hesitation, I cupped her ample breast fully in one hand.
Squeezed till it felt firm; flesh bulged between fingers.
Fat lump.
Fat lump.
Chanting inwardly amid her faint breaths.
"Heut......"
Still a pain-laced groan, pleasure absent.
I'd braced for flames searing my forearm,
but as Yuzu scratched my hand signaling hurt—no reaction—she slyly laid both her hands atop mine on her chest.
An incomprehensible murmur escaped her.
"Luke."
"......"
"Luke."
"......"
"...Luke."
"......"
As if awaiting reply.
Repeated.
Fearing she'd detect awkwardness in mine, I stayed mute.
But ignoring had limits too; as I readied a suitable response—
—Gulp
"Luke...-nim......"
A strange suffix, meekly tacked to my name.