Erotic Homework
After Anne left, I handed Rene the book.
“What is this?” She examined the cover with a puzzled frown.
“This is a world-famous erotic novel. The content is quite crude.”
Rene’s face twisted in confusion. “Why are you giving this to me?”
“Why do you think? If you want your master to dote on you, Miss Rene, you need to become a little more vulgar.”
“Wh-what?”
She was so flustered by my words that she could barely form a sentence.
“Think about it. You grew up as a noble…”
“As an imperial princess,” she corrected.
I played along with a careless nod; arguing was too much trouble. “Anyway, since you grew up in privilege, it seems you don’t know many vulgar words. You’ve probably never even heard terms like cunt or asshole.”
At the blunt language, she immediately hid her face behind the book.
“Could you please not say such filthy words while looking straight at me?”
“In any case, in bed you will need to speak crudely and vulgarly.”
Rene lowered the book just enough to peer over it. “So what exactly do you expect me to do?”
“If you don’t know vulgar language, you study it by reading. Simple.”
A tiny vein throbbed on her smooth forehead. “I have to study something like this?”
“Yes. It’s necessary. Do you even know what your greatest flaw is, Miss Rene?”
“No?”
“Oh dear… You really lack self-awareness. Your biggest problem is that you’re excessively refined. Every word, every gesture, reeks of nobility.”
“Isn’t that only natural?”
I wagged my finger back and forth. “Your master wants to make you vulgar. Especially in bed.”
Of course, the master was dead, so I had no idea if that remained his intention, but the previous letter suggested he had planned to use her as a pleasure slave. And men often preferred vulgar women between the sheets.
If she was going to service many men, she would have to match their tastes. While a noble bearing might excite certain aristocrats, satisfying those who craved filth required the ability to perform it convincingly.
“Ugh… I am not vulgar!”
“You will be. Starting now. Read this for the next two and a half hours, then write a report. You have plenty of time—you should be able to finish fifty pages, yes?”
With an angry glare, she snatched the book and stormed toward her room.
“Unbelievable…”
Rene vanished without another word. I called after her.
“Where are you going?”
“You told me to read, didn’t you? I’ll read it in bed.”
She stepped inside and—
Bang! The door slammed shut with enough force to rattle the frame.
“Time for a nap,” I muttered.
I tidied the training cart, retreated to my own room, and drifted off.
The moment she entered her room, Rene pulled out a notebook and quill.
Ink… I need mana-infused ink…
She was already plotting her escape, designing a scroll that would carry her far from this place. Unfortunately, mana-infused ink was expensive and rarely stocked. She had obtained writing tools under the pretense of keeping a diary, yet she still lacked the proper implements to draw the scroll.
“First… I’ll need a compass.”
Scrollwork required precise metaphysical patterns drawn with exact angles and lengths.
Even if I use my own blood as ink… where am I supposed to find a compass?
Rene sat on the bed, crossed her legs, and sank deep into thought.
If I use blood, I’ll have to erase the wounds perfectly. That guy’s potions should handle it… As for the book, I can claim I’m using it as a surface. But I still need something to draw circles.
She considered the problem from every angle until a clever idea sparked in her mind.
That’s it! I’ll say I want to take up sewing or knitting. They’ll have to give me thread. If I stretch it tight, I can improvise a compass!
She resolved to acquire thread on their next outing.
Once her tangled thoughts settled, Rene lay back on the bed and let her mind wander again.
But… why on earth did I get wet when he spanked me?
During the Kegel exercises paired with the spanking, Rene had become unmistakably aroused. Of course Arthur had struck her in the most deliberately erotic way possible, but the inexperienced princess had no way of knowing that.
It hurt at first… then gradually this strange feeling took over…
The mild sting had melted into a warm, lingering pleasure. Having tasted ecstasy far more clearly than before, she could no longer deny the truth: being spanked on her bare bottom had excited her.
“Ugh… How humiliating…”
A wave of intense self-disgust washed over her at the realization.
She flopped over dramatically, burying her face in the pillow. Her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions.
Yesterday… I begged him to hold me…
She had done something the old Rene would have rather died than do. Spreading her pussy wide, showing everything, pleading to be fucked, to be impregnated—the memory felt like a permanent stain on her soul.
Overwhelmed by shame, she pressed both hands to her burning face.
Is my body truly that lewd?
Unlike the beginning, the pleasure Arthur gave her no longer felt repulsive. Especially after the orgasm control training—when she finally climaxed, the sensation was so intense she nearly blacked out. The girl who once rejected the very idea of orgasm now found herself thinking it wasn’t bad at all.
No… it actually feels good.
“Haah… Why am I like this? Is it the Ryan blood?”
Her father came from House Ryan, one of the empire’s foremost martial families for generations. Stories claimed both the men and women of that bloodline possessed unusually strong libidos. There was even an old folk saying that the name “Ryan” itself symbolized a lion’s lust.
Having inherited that lineage, Rene’s sexual sensitivity had always been exceptional. She had simply grown up in the conservative imperial household and never encountered anything that might awaken it.
“Haah… I really don’t understand any of this.”
The more she pondered, the worse her headache grew. She turned her gaze and noticed the book lying on the edge of the bed—the one her master had ordered her to read.
Rene picked it up and read the title.
Deang and Dora
⟨ by Joy Lucas ⟩
“Haah… He even wants a book report. What a bastard.”
She opened the blue leather-bound volume. It told the story of a man named Deang and a noblewoman named Dora. The description of Dora’s appearance felt eerily familiar—red eyes and grey hair.
“Huh?”
Red eyes belonged exclusively to the imperial bloodline, a mutation born when the founding emperor married a gold dragon. Grey hair was the signature trait of House Trivian. The previous emperor’s marriage to Eurydice had produced children with grey hair: the current Empress Teodora Augusta, her younger sister Joy, and Rene herself. No one else possessed both traits at once. Even the crown prince had black hair.
In other words, this novel had clearly been written with her, her mother, or her aunt in mind. Rene let out a hollow laugh.
“Does this author have a death wish?”
She decided she ought to remember the name of someone daring enough to commit lèse-majesté and scanned for the author.
“Joy Lucas?”
She had never heard the name before. In fact, until now she hadn’t even known erotic novels existed. And the content was beyond outrageous.
It depicted a grey-haired woman named Dora raping a cold, black-haired man named Deang and binding him to her. A classic reverse-rape premise, yet in this world the subject matter was so scandalous that Rene’s face flushed scarlet on its own.
Is this author insane? A woman… raping a man?
Pure in such matters, Rene had never encountered the concept in her twenty years of life. She knew what rape was from sex education and newspapers, but the idea of a woman forcing herself on a man had never once crossed her mind. The sheer stimulation left her reeling.
With her cheeks burning, she committed the author’s name to memory. Once she escaped this place, she would track the writer down and give her a stern lecture.
She had no idea that the author Joy Lucas was her own aunt—and the most popular writer of erotic fiction in the entire world.
Riiiiing!
The unpleasant clamor of the alarm clock dragged me from sleep.
“Ugh… What time is it?”
The clock read 5:20.
“Time to get up and receive my morning fellatio.”
I’d lost count, but it felt like I’d come at least five times over the last two days combined.
“Mmph.”
I stretched until my joints popped, rose from the bed, and left my room. The living area was quiet. I opened the door to Rene’s bedroom.
She lay on the bed, completely absorbed in the book. She hadn’t even noticed me enter.
Looks like she enjoyed it. I’d given her one of the more popular titles in this world, and it seemed to have hooked her completely. Her face was flushed crimson as she turned the pages.
“Is the book interesting?”
She yelped and frantically shoved the volume under her pillow.
“Kyaaaak! What an incredibly rude person! Don’t you knock?!”
Rene glared at me, face burning red.
“I didn’t realize you’d get so engrossed.”
“I-I’m not! What exactly are you implying?!”
“Look in a mirror before you deny it. Your face is bright red.”
“It is not!”
Embarrassed at being caught so deeply immersed, she practically shouted.
“Hmm. In that case, shall I check your panties?”
“Wh-what?!”
“If it wasn’t interesting, you wouldn’t be wet, right? Should I verify by force, or will you admit it honestly?”
Her lovely red eyes trembled.
“Ugh… You’re awful…”
“So you did get excited?”
Under my relentless questioning, she turned her head slightly and whispered in a tiny voice.
“I… got excited.”