Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Carrot and Stick (4)
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Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Kaen's tongue hadn't even touched me yet, but my breaths spilling from my lips were already coming in sharp gasps.
My body had flipped like a switch had been thrown.
If I let her service me like this, I was certain I'd do something unforgivable.
I will never mess up in front of them.
That had been my number one rule since enrolling in the academy.
And now it was starting to crack and shatter.
The surging lust boiling up inside me was wiping everything from my mind.
Nobles.
Etiquette.
Moderation.
Patience.
All those annoying words were shoved aside by the bold two syllables of "lust."
Before I knew it, my hands weren't gripping the bed anymore.
I bent forward at the waist, as if fleeing from my position lying back, and reached out toward her.
Toward Kaen, no less.
"...Huh?"
Kaen didn't dodge my hand.
Instead, she watched my movements intently with eyes full of curiosity.
In the end, my slowly extending fingertips brushed against her bangs.
During sparring, no matter how much I swung my sword, I could never land a hit on her.
This was the first time my hand had touched her body.
"What? Got something on you?"
Her hair felt soft.
I had no way of knowing how much care she'd lavished on it to achieve this texture.
Not that I particularly cared.
I was just barely suppressing the impulse to ruin it completely.
Why was I doing this?
Was it just lust for Kaen driving me?
Or was there another reason?
Saliva pooled absurdly under my tongue, wetting my throat.
I didn't know.
Right now, I just wanted to spew out this desire.
I wanted to empty myself completely using the Kaen in front of me.
Hoo... The tail end of my exhaled breath trembled.
I pushed back the hood she had pulled low over her head and placed my hand on her hair, stroking it slowly.
"...What're you doing?"
It wasn't a touch laced with affection or love—nothing beautiful like that.
It was something a bit more violent.
Licking alone wasn't enough.
I wanted to grab her head and ravage her mouth wildly.
I harbored filthy lust toward Kaen, who had offered to service me of her own accord.
"Hey. Stop it. You're messing up my hair."
"......"
"...No, whatever. Do what you want. It's not like you'll get another chance to touch my hair."
She even leaned her head toward me, as if inviting me to touch it as much as I liked.
As time passed, the last remnants of my reason slipped away.
Absurd suspicions floated through my throbbing, lust-filled mind.
Earlier today, when I was passed out under that tree, why hadn't Kaen just opened the notebook right away?
If she had, she would've slapped my cheek to wake me and called me a crazy bastard.
Why?
Why had she just waited until I woke up?
While I was asleep, what had she been doing?
"That's enough stroking already, right? If you keep pressing down on my head like this, it's gonna be hard to lick."
"Lady Kaen."
"Yeah?"
"Tell me honestly."
My voice came out sharp, unlike how I usually spoke to her.
I had crossed the line I was supposed to hold.
Crossed it.
Trampled it.
Scattered it into the sand.
Now, no trace of that line remained.
"That notebook you saw earlier today. First time seeing it?"
It was a stupid question.
I clearly remembered her reading it and freaking out, calling me a pervert. But rational judgment was impossible.
Kaen had prepared a gift to keep me from going off the rails.
Leaving that simple reason aside, my mind twisted it forcibly: She's using the gift as an excuse to satisfy her own desires.
It felt like I'd been hit with a spell.
There was no way just permitting her to let me cum in her mouth could cause this.
The thought was fleeting.
Instinct took over far more quickly.
Her demure kneeling form, thighs pressed together.
Her tongue sticking out just a bit, even though it hadn't touched my cock yet.
Her lips glistening with her own saliva.
Those pale purple eyes clouded with hazy heat.
Her bangs, tousled messily by my hands.
On that innocent-looking face that said she knew nothing, I wanted to plant the pleasures of adulthood.
"First time seeing it?"
Kaen's expression filled with confusion at my question.
Moments later, she furrowed her brow as if wondering what bullshit I was spouting.
"Obviously. Where else would I have seen something like that?"
"Then why'd you wait until I woke up?"
"...Wait?"
"You were waiting. Staring down at me intently."
"I was just... I didn't do anything."
"......"
A lie.
I'd felt her ear twitch while stroking her hair.
Based on her usual habits, I drew a conclusion.
Kaen was hiding something.
And at this point, there was only one thing she could be hiding.
"Liar."
"W-Wh-What are you talking about?"
"Well, I don't know what you did while I was asleep."
"I didn't do anything while you were asleep."
One of her ears twitched again, brushing my thumb.
"So it was you who wrote it, Kaen."
"...? Me, who wrote it?"
Kaen stared up at me blankly for a moment.
She blinked a couple times, as if chewing over my words, then her tail shot straight up as a loud voice burst out.
"What the hell are you talking about?! Why would I write something like that?!"
Her cheeks, already faintly flushed, turned bright red in an instant.
I kept stroking her hair, ignoring it.
"That explains it. Why you suddenly got so compliant."
"Compliant my ass...! Get your hand off! You think I'm some pet? I was just wondering if you liked this kind of thing..."
"It's not what I like. It's what you like."
"I don't! I hate it! And pervert, you know I'm noticing you're dropping the honorifics, right?"
"I know. This is what you wanted too."
"That's ridiculous bullshit... Mmph?!"
Her voice cut off.
Because the hand that had been stroking her hair now pressed her mouth against the tip of my cock.
Kaen's hazy eyes widened in shock.
She frantically alternated glances between my cock—where precum was bubbling up—and my face.
A delightful reaction that stirred a male urge to conquer.
I tapped my cock against her lips—tap, tap—and commanded her.
"I'll give you a chance. Service me yourself. Put your heart into it."
"......"
"If you do a good job, I'll do everything you wrote in that notebook."
Kaen's gaze was still defiant.
It carried a faint murderous intent, like she was forcibly suppressing her anger.
Chilling.
Was it the lust at its peak making it chilling?
Or Kaen's killing intent?
I didn't know the exact reason.
But what was certain was that I still had her head gripped.
And Kaen was still kneeling beneath me.
Only then did a few lines from the notebook pop into my head vividly.
Something about always acting like a bratty young lady to get sincerely raped by me.
The thought was brief. My action swift.
"Guhk?! Puhah...!"
I shoved my cock into her mouth by force.
Her hard front teeth resisted the intrusion, and the startled Kaen pushed against my hand with all her strength.
If my guess was right, this was all part of the act.
Because she wanted to be forced.
To stoke my lust even higher.
A devious woman, despite her cute looks.
I didn't hate it.
I preferred this pretense of resistance over her meekly revealing her true nature and begging to be fucked.
"Let go...! You pervert bastard, get your hands off my hair...! I haven't even kissed anyone yet..."
Kaen's voice, filled with fury, reached my ears.
It felt so real, like I was truly forcing her—the sense of taboo was intense.
But if she really hated it, she'd have knocked me flat and stomped me already.
As my guess solidified into conviction, hesitation vanished from my touch.
I yanked her head toward my cock again.
This time, she tensed her neck and resisted, making it harder.
But a neck is still a neck.
Unlike other body parts, it wasn't something Kaen could easily train.
In the end, I pressed my cock firmly against her lips as she tried to flee in panic.
She twisted her head desperately, but kept stealing sidelong glances at my cock.
I wanted to just thud, thud it down her throat.
But that'd be tough until I developed her throat first.
I was lost in such leisurely thoughts when—
"...Ah?"
The ceiling.
The dormitory ceiling I'd counted mold spots on before falling asleep every night was right in front of me.
It felt closer than usual.
Only then did I notice the floating sensation enveloping my body.
It was just like being swept up in wind-attribute mana.
I was floating in the air.
"I'm never doing that again!! You shitty bastard!!!"
Kaen's voice came from an odd direction.
Bam. The front door slammed as if it might break.
And I came crashing down backward onto the bed in a ridiculous position.
Thud.
Why had I done that?
Thud.
Why the hell had I pulled that idiotic stunt?
Thud.
Was I really just a pathetic loser who couldn't control his own lust?
Shhhhaaa—
Under the showerhead pouring cold water.
I repeatedly banged my head against the bathroom wall.
The cold water shock worked wonders.
My mind, stuffed full of lust just moments ago, had regained its calm.
At least I'd come back to my senses, which was a relief—but only for a moment.
Now that my head was clear, the full details of what I'd done replayed vividly, driving me insane.
There was no way Kaen was the notebook's owner.
Why had I tried to force my cock into her mouth?
I might need to make a big decision.
If my memory served, there were some sturdy ropes left in the dorm storage room.
"Fuck."
The silver lining—if you could call it that—was that Kaen had bolted before things got worse, so it only amounted to attempted rape?
I hated that this was the reality I had to jerk off to for comfort.
If I ran into Kaen wandering the academy tomorrow, I'd have to smash my head into the dirt right then and there.
If that could even slightly quell her anger, it'd be a relief—but who knew...
"Haah..."
After finishing my shower, I toweled off my hair and stepped out.
I prayed it had all been a dream, but as if to shatter that hope, a few round water stains and the crumpled bedsheet came into view beside the bed.
Of course.
With a sigh heavy enough to cave in the ground, I walked to my desk.
A few tattered swordsmanship manuals from overuse. I picked up the desk calendar beside them.
Sleep had fled entirely, and brooding over Kaen wouldn't yield anything but suicide, so I checked tomorrow's schedule instead.
Private room cleaning. Room 308, Professor Yaktoon Polinear.
Experiment progress report. Yuzu Berna.
Luckily, tomorrow's tasks weren't too tough.
Cleaning Professor Yaktoon's private room—he taught elemental magic—and visiting Yuzu's lab in the northern sector to assist with an experiment briefly. That was it.
I was used to them, so I could knock them out in no time.
I hadn't done today's task of cleaning the central avenue in the western sector due to exhaustion, so I could bundle that in tomorrow.
With my plan set, I glanced sideways furtively.
"So... what about that."
There lay a broken door, cooling coldly on the floor like a rag.
The door had already been hard to close properly, but I hadn't expected the hinges to come off.
Still, it was an easy fix.
Grab a couple hinges from storage, patch it up, and crash.
I hung my wet towel over the chair and stepped out in my sleepwear.
"...?"
What was this?
As I crossed the threshold, I spotted a palm-sized paper on the floor.
I didn't remember seeing it when I returned to the dorm.
Too tired to notice?
The dark footprint on it was probably Kaen's.
Just some trash that blew in, I guess.
I squatted and picked it up.
I'm sorry.
The top read an apology.
I think I went too far today. I should have controlled my strength so you could handle it, but it ended up being a pointless waste of time. Next time...
It was a letter.
No sender named, but from the content, probably from Baekya.
I'm sorry?
The Saintess had been telling the truth.
I never imagined Baekya would say something like this to me.
Must've eaten something bad.
Other than that, her handwriting was impressively neat, befitting a high noble from Seroa.
The erotic notebook's script flashed in my mind, but this seemed crammed onto a small paper, making comparison tricky.
I'd have to lay the erotic novel beside it later and compare side by side.
Walking down the dark hallway to the storage room, I read on until the final paragraph.
The handwriting changed here.
Scribbled hastily, maybe?
Moonlight alone was hard to read by, so I lit the storage lantern and looked down.
Are you insane?
It started with an insult.
Never got proper sex ed as a plebeian? Fine, you maybe, but why was Kaen licking it so naturally?!
Well.
She called it a carrot.
It's none of my business if you two are secretly meeting, but I have to say this: That's not something you shove in a person's mouth.
I'm too worried. If your schedule's free tomorrow morning, come to the library. I'll give you some basic sex ed. I'll wait until 10.
At the bizarre nonsense continuing on, I forgot why I'd come to the storage room and just stared dumbly at the letter.