Tryst in the Observation Room: Three Nights of Thorough Deception
Even after I had erupted three thick, turbid loads of desire from my core during our secret tryst in the observation room, my arousal refused to fade. It loomed ominously before me, still rigidly erect. Karin shook her head in clear revulsion as she stared at it.
“Haa… haa, you’re insane… You were this much of a monster!?”
Her face burned crimson with shame and lingering heat, her hands twitching with faint spasms.
“This… this should be more than enough! Whatever lust you have left, deal with it like a proper imperial knight—go swing your sword in the training yard! I can’t do this anymore!”
Karin snatched her hand away from my grotesque length and flung herself onto the bed as though fleeing for her life. The empire’s proud female knight, who had performed flawless handwork despite her crushing cognitive dissonance, yanked the blanket over her head and turned away, clinging to the last fragile scraps of her pride.
Heh. Cute. Her mouth had spat every filthy curse imaginable, yet her hands had remained utterly honest.
I smirked at the sight of her slender back beneath the sheet.
“Fine. I’ll handle the rest myself. You just stay there and rest quietly.”
I straightened my clothes with a few careless tugs and turned away without a shred of regret. Then I opened the concealed door inside the secret chamber—the one artfully linked to the room where Karin lay—and stepped into the “adjacent room.”
Click.
“Are you finished?”
Camilla sat on the sofa exactly as I had seen her at the party, still wearing that striking red dress. The empire’s foremost knight commander had crossed her legs with elegant poise. Resting on her lap was a blue leather notebook—the training journal she had filled out herself over the past week.
“You watched everything. Why ask?”
I gave a light shrug and jerked my chin toward the enormous “mirror” that covered an entire wall. From where Camilla sat, the adjacent room was visible in perfect, transparent detail. A one-way magic mirror.
This hidden space had originally been built so the President could observe the raw, unfiltered moments when his VVIP clients claimed the dolls he delivered. A perverse, meticulous observation room designed to monitor the merchandise for defects, signs of failing brainwashing, and to gather data. Yet now the President’s twisted sanctuary had become my perfect temple of carnal delight—a place where I could savor Camilla’s devoted service while enjoying the real-time spectacle of Karin’s fracturing mind.
Through the mirror I watched Karin the instant I left the room. She kicked the blanket away and shot upright.
“Hoh.”
I let out a small sound of admiration as I watched Karin fume on the other side of the glass. I had assumed she was simply being dragged along by the situation, but her knight’s keen intuition was already sniffing at the tail of the truth.
“Is it true?”
Camilla, having overheard her daughter’s perfectly reasonable suspicion, approached me with a seductive smile that seemed to say My, aren’t you naughty with our daughter?
“I only used words. I didn’t control her directly,” I answered, as if making an excuse, while leisurely savoring the unique flavor of a proud, intelligent woman digging her own grave.
“Hehe.”
A low, graceful laugh rose beside me. Camilla had been watching her daughter’s solitary struggle through the mirror without a trace of guilt. She gazed up at me with eyes glistening in ecstasy and whispered,
“So… how was our adorable daughter’s technique?”
“If I had to put it into words, I’d call it the excellent educational achievement of her mother and the man who nearly became her father-in-law.”
I answered with a sly grin and drew close to Camilla. I slipped an arm around her waist, and she melted against me as though she had been waiting for it. Together we sat on the edge of the bed in the room.
She handed me the notebook that had been resting on her lap.
“Read it. You wouldn’t ask me to tell you out loud like you did with our daughter, would you?”
“I did consider it,” I said, opening the notebook she offered. I had already enjoyed the version read aloud by a doll. My eyes slid across the densely packed lines.
The sensation of my daughter’s body, which felt like an illusion created by Him, was so incredibly pleasurable. The fact that I was holding my own daughter like this, that even this vulgar pleasure was a blessing granted by Him who would become my Master from now on…
“……!”
My eyes widened a fraction. An overwhelming wave of emotion hit me so hard it felt like my breath might stop. These were records of corruption far deeper and darker than the abyss—nothing like the physical surrender Karin had been forced to wring out of herself.
Ah. So that’s how it is.
Only now did a detail from part two of the original work flash through my mind. Even though both women had endured the same week of hell, Karin had remained a mere sub heroine while Camilla had claimed the seat of the main heroine. Even before fully awakening as a heroine, she had never been an ordinary doll. She had gone beyond losing her reason and coupling like a beast; she had perfectly reassembled every value she possessed—even her maternal love—into a “distorted love directed solely at her Master.” A grotesque masterpiece.
“Haa…”
A hot breath escaped me involuntarily. My member, which had refused to soften even after Karin’s heavenly handwork three times, now swelled far more viciously than before at nothing more than a few of Camilla’s thick, sensual sentences.
From now on… I can violate the perfect main heroine of the original story however I wish.
I closed the notebook and slowly lowered my gaze to Camilla, the woman I would soon make entirely mine.
“Haa… what a cruel twist of fate.”
Camilla looked up at me with an expression lost in rapture, letting out a fevered sigh.
“I never imagined that stepping forward to discipline my wayward nephew would lead to such a wretched outcome.”
“Wretched?” I shook the blue leather notebook she had written herself and smiled coldly. “The words in this journal don’t lie. Thanks to all this, you’ve experienced the greatest happiness you’ve ever known, haven’t you, Commander?”
“Hehe… that is true. However…”
Camilla stared into empty space with dreamy, hollow eyes, as though recalling an old monochrome photograph.
“Even that is fading away like a dream now. Even the memory of the man I once loved with all my heart. Inside my head these days, there is only…”
Her gaze drifted through the air before tangling around me, thick and sticky.
“Only thoughts of you—my one and only Master.”
Just how perfectly destroyed and reassembled was this mind? I suppressed the joy threatening to burst from my throat and settled deeper onto the edge of the bed.
My painfully swollen front and Camilla’s moist, yearning eyes as she gazed at it. Within this bizarre relationship of perfect harmony between Master and doll—
“Now that I think about it, we should settle on how you’ll address me,” I said, spreading my legs slightly as I looked at her. “Shall I call you ‘Aunt’ to preserve our familial bond? Or ‘Commander’ to honor the pride of the empire? Or, since I now own every part of you, shall I simply call you by name?”
“Call me whatever you like. Both ‘Aunt’ and ‘Commander’ are now nothing more than empty shells with no meaning to me. Everything I am belongs solely to my Master.”
“Then… Camilla.”
The moment her name left my lips, her lower abdomen trembled visibly. As though entranced, she rose from her seat, approached the space between my spread legs, and knelt.
“Yes, my Master.”
Camilla looked up at me with a bewitching smile. Her gaze was already fixed on my brutally swollen length.
“My breasts? My hands? Or… my lips? Which would you like me to serve you with?”
At that sultry, shameless question, a piece of original knowledge surfaced and I asked something mischievous.
“Let’s see. What was the President’s favorite method?”
“I don’t know.”
The answer came without a single second of hesitation. Camilla shook her head indifferently, as if she had been told about an insect that held no importance.
“I exist to serve my ‘Master’ with everything I have. He may have tuned me, but he was never my Master. The pleasure my body, mind, and soul remember now belongs only to you.”
……I’m going insane.
In that instant, I heard the sound of reason snapping inside my head. Despite having undergone the President’s brainwashing, she completely denied his very existence and recognized only me—the man before her—as the center of her world. This overwhelming sense of submission was the blind sincerity of a doll completed as the “main heroine,” something a mere sub heroine could never hope to match.
“We still have many conversations ahead of us, so let’s save your mouth. I’d like your breasts and hands.”
“Oh my. Both at the same time…?”
Faced with Camilla’s innocent question, I lifted my chin arrogantly and commanded,
“Figuring that out and serving me perfectly is the duty of a doll… Camilla.”
“Hehe. I’ll do my best, my Master.”
The moment the order left my lips, Camilla reached out and roughly tore the front of her red dress open. Her bountiful breasts spilled out invitingly. With delicate yet practiced hands she fully unzipped my pants.
“Ah… haa…”
She pressed her breasts together firmly with both hands and gently enveloped my massive length in that dizzying valley. Soft, hot flesh squeezed me from every side. She skillfully adjusted the pressure of her hands while beginning to move her waist up and down in a smooth rhythm.
“Haa… Camilla. Magnificent.”
“Hng… Master, ah… since you’re pleased, I too—mmh…!”
The supreme pleasure created by the combination of her firm grip and the softness of her breasts. Even as she used her own body like a tool, she kept her eyes locked on mine and smiled seductively. Sweet saliva dripped from the tip of her tongue like silver threads.
Breathing in the thick female scent she radiated and listening to the wet, sticky sounds of friction, I slowly turned my gaze.
Beyond Camilla’s head, the magic mirror covering one wall of the secret room showed the adjacent chamber in vivid detail. The sound from inside carried through perfectly.
There lay Karin, sprawled out like a starfish on the bed, still reeling from the realization that she had just given a handjob to the man she despised.
She had no idea that the very member she had serviced three times was now being furiously titillated between her own noble mother’s breasts in the room just beyond the wall.
Heh heh heh… I wonder if that’s how it’ll go.
At my feet, the empire’s knight commander shook her breasts lewdly for me alone. On the other side of the mirror, her daughter breathed a sigh of relief, completely unaware that even this moment rested entirely in the palm of my hand.
I licked my lips as my gaze traced the defenseless lines of Karin’s slender body sprawled across the bed, then let a cold smile form.
Right… I’ll start cooking that green sub heroine tomorrow. For now, it’s time to savor the main heroine.
Deep in the secret room, in the innermost depths of the count’s household built upon false miracles, I began to indulge in the sweet, vicious pleasure of a true ruler.