Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: 2. Carrot and Stick (3)
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I have something to confess.
The best-case scenario I'd imagined at dawn...
In other words, the delusion that this reddish-brown notebook might be where one of the nobles jotted down their desires—it was still stirring up ugly lusts in the back of my mind.
"H-how's this? Is licking it like this right?"
"......"
"......Ugh... Are you so happy you can't even speak...?"
Any man would be the same.
A month at Rpefas Academy.
Unlike other girls who could freely come and go to the outside world whenever they needed, I'd been stuck here studying how to unclog blocked sewers.
Less than an hour of study.
Barely over thirty minutes of training.
The rest of the time, I roamed every corner of the academy to earn tuition.
After such grueling days, I'd collapse into my shabby dorm like a ragdoll with broken strings to recharge.
Then the next day, the same routine would repeat.
There was no time to rest.
Scarcely enough time to grow stronger for my dreams.
No time to vent the building sexual frustration, either.
Back home before enrolling, I could manage at least three times a day.
Now, with no breathing room, it was just once or twice a week at best.
It was suffocating.
I pitied myself for having to squeeze out time just to jerk off.
I finally understood what it meant to go mad over mere lust.
On the toughest days, I even welcomed it when my sex drive vanished from exhaustion.
About two weeks after I started forcibly bottling it up.
I never wanted it to come to this.
But from then on, my gaze began drifting toward them more often.
The sadistic smirk that crept up whenever someone bullied me.
The arrogant attitude that made it seem like a chore to even speak to a lowly thing like me.
The indifferent stare that saw me as nothing more than 'Test Subject 1'.
Not a single one of those traits appealed to me. Their one redeeming quality?
They were beautiful.
More than any woman I'd ever seen.
Overwhelmingly so.
Sexual frustration piling up with no outlet.
Girls tormenting me in all sorts of ways.
And the flashy beauty clumsily bridging the gap between them.
In the end, a twisted desire toward them began to fester deep in my heart.
Just once, I wanted to order them around as I pleased.
Just once, I wanted to leave my mark on them as I pleased.
Defile them.
Make a total mess of them.
Hiding those impossible desires inside was even harder than I'd expected.
Before I knew it, fantasizing had become a habit—I'd always think carefully before speaking in front of them, to avoid any slip-ups.
Then one day.
While cleaning, I stumbled upon the erotic novel notebook, brimming with the sadistic fantasies I'd been imagining.
And the author seemed to be one of them.
I stubbornly denied it could be true, yet I couldn't let go of that sliver of hope.
Even when Kaen caught me with the sadistic contents.
Even when I briefly showed the reddish-brown cover to Baekya.
Even when the Saintess teased me by calling me 'author-nim'.
What if she was the owner?
What if she wanted to be raped by me, just like in the novel she'd written herself?
Pretending not to know. Acting oblivious.
Putting on a show.
That thought stabbed deep into my heart and kept resurfacing.
"The taste is weird....... Salty......"
I glanced downward.
My dick, harder than it'd ever been.
Beneath it, Kaen—hood pulled low—bobbed her head slightly up and down.
Jet-black hood.
Jet-black hair.
Her brow furrowed in disgust, as if she wanted to stop right now.
Pale purple eyes.
And that bright red tongue, stretched out as far as it could go.
"Heup.... Ung....... Haa..."
A chilling pleasure I'd never felt before washed over my body.
Did she know what that meant and do it anyway?
Or did she not even consider that she was servicing a nobody like me?
I had no idea.
Could Kaen really be the notebook's owner?
Hmm. Even so, Kaen didn't seem like the type.
This whole situation felt so surreal that I wondered if everything—from dawn until now—was just a dream.
If not for the pleasure making my hips tremble already.
I'd have decided it was a dream and handled the woman before me however I wanted.
"Heh... Heh.... Hey. Pervert. Is this right? That's how it was written in the book."
"...Who knows. I'm not sure either......"
"What? Who knows? Are you kidding?"
Her gaze flicked up toward my face.
Kaen's lips glistened, smeared with her own saliva here and there.
"Y-you're the one who wrote in the book that you wanted to try receiving this from a noble...! And now you're backtracking after coming this far?!"
Kaen's cheeks flushed red as she gripped my dick with both hands and growled.
Her tail, puffed up stiffly behind her, seemed to mirror her tangled emotions.
Still, she knew full well she was holding a man's vital part—her grip was controlled, not crushing.
"You said... you wanted to see a noble licking this filthy thing! I figured I could endure at least this much, so I did it...!"
"It's just... my head's not working right now..."
I straightened my crumpled shirt from our earlier scuffle as I spoke.
A woman who'd always looked down on me was now lowering herself to lick my dick. What man could think straight?
The fact that I hadn't given in to the urge to pounce on Kaen right then was praiseworthy enough.
"Your head? ......Oh. Is that it?"
Kaen blinked a few times as if understanding, then slowly looked downward.
There, at the end of her gaze, was my dick—its tip glistening from her saliva.
"Feels good, huh. So good you can't think straight."
Her arbitrary conclusion.
But not entirely wrong.
Maybe an 80-point answer.
My head wasn't fuzzy for that reason, but I let it slide without correcting her.
Taking it as affirmation, Kaen's face crept into view with a sly grin.
"Alright, then. Let's keep it simple from now on!"
"Simple?"
"Like this."
Kaen lowered herself prone beneath my dick again, pressing her tongue to the underside of the glans.
Like a dog sitting before its owner.
The tongue's inherent hot, wet sensation pressed vividly against the underside of my shaft.
"How's this?"
"......Pardon?"
"How's. This."
"...How is it?"
"Yeah."
Did it need explaining?
It just felt good.
So good I wanted to blast my load all over her tongue right then.
Kaen looked up at me with an innocent expression from beneath my throbbing, vein-bulging shaft.
Just that alone filled me with a male conquering thrill—and on top of it, she was servicing me with her own tongue.
From tonight on, I'd relive this memory every time I jerked off.
I answered honestly.
"Feels good."
"Good. Then.... how's this?"
Kaen's tongue slid down the shaft a bit.
Destination: the thin seam between glans and shaft.
She licked smoothly up to the tip and asked.
"This too? Good?"
"Yes."
"Then......"
Kaen kept asking if it felt good as she worked her way downward.
Somehow, the atmosphere was different from her usual self.
The situation itself was unreal—Kaen licking my dick—but her voice carried something else, too.
Heat, maybe.
Stickiness.
Was it just my imagination?
I gripped the bedsheet hard, then reluctantly let go.
I lacked the courage to cross that line with Kaen over something as flimsy as lust.
"......Lady Kaen."
"Yeah."
"I think... we should stop here."
"...Suddenly? Why? Was this part bad?"
Kaen pulled her tongue away, looking up innocently with a puzzled expression.
"No, it felt good."
"Then why?"
"If we keep going....... I might cum."
And understandably so—I hadn't jerked off in a week thanks to being so swamped.
Her tongue had barely moved a few times before the thought 'I might blow if this keeps up' dominated my mind.
If I shot on her face or in her mouth now, carrot or no carrot, she'd whip me until I dropped dead.
Today, I'd learned the feel of her tongue—so parting with good memories intact was the smartest choice.
There might even be a next time.
"So?"
"Uh....... When a man feels good sexually, he releases a white fluid called semen."
"I know. Do you think I never got sex ed? I'm just asking because you can just cum."
"Pardon? But if I do that......"
Kaen questioned the weirdest things.
It would've been easier if she'd asked what or how much.
Her throwing back a casual 'Just cum then?' left me stumped.
"In what you wrote, she drank it like it was delicious?"
"......Me?"
"Don't you remember? The part where she makes the noble drink semen, then checks with her finger if it's all gone—that's the one you forced me to see!"
I was the culprit.
No—the novel's author was.
I hadn't realized that was the scene.
In my rush to find something to show, I'd thrust it at her without context.
"It won't taste good."
"Have you tried it?"
"No!!"
"Then why'd you write it like that?"
"How should I know.... Sigh....... Guess the author had weird tastes."
"Weird tastes. Hm. Yeah, definitely weird..."
Kaen wiped her lips with her wrist and muttered.
If I ever found out who the real author was...
They'd get it worse than anything in the novel...
"But that stuff.... Is it really that bad?"
"...Pardon?"
"I'll endure it, I guess. It's for making babies, so it shouldn't be dirty. I was planning to go that far anyway."
Kaen scratched her soft-looking cheek as she spoke.
But her gaze wasn't on my face—it was on my twitching dick, leaking precum.
Into that tiny mouth. As much as I wanted.
Until her cheeks bulged.
My filthy desires.
Without a care.
All of it.
"...You're gonna do it, right? I'll lick it again?"
That thought cut through the clutter in my head, scattering the stray notions away.