A Few Meaningless Bits of Dirty Talk
Am I dreaming for a moment?
I'd clearly fallen asleep and opened my eyes, but my vision still felt blocked somehow.
In front of me was black... no, white. Just like some cloth obscuring my sight.
...It took quite a while to realize it was a swath of flesh wrapped in fabric.
Thanks to the memories crashing in late, unlike my mind that had woken up long ago.
"…Kiara."
"Y-yes?"
"How long was I out?"
"…We're almost there. I was just about to wake you."
"……."
With no word to get up, I'd been blankly staring at her chest while pillowed on Kiara's thigh, not thinking a thing.
It was a stunning view, sure, but something felt off when I thought about it.
Weren't we being a little too natural with this skinship?
Even though we'd done way more than this before….
But right now, I was more clear-headed than ever.
"Adrian."
"Yeah."
"How long are you planning to stay in the capital?"
"Nothing set in stone yet."
Now that I knew the princess had sent me that pussy print, my goal was to make some kind of response.
I figured once that was done, I could head back to the territory.
"Then where will you stay?"
"…Nothing decided there either."
"Hmm……."
Chin. I startled a bit at the soft touch cupping the top of my head. Good thing I didn't twitch—Kiara would've noticed.
But if I had, she probably wouldn't be stroking my hair like this.
Stroke, stroke—
For some reason, it made my eyes glaze over like a cat getting petted.
"What about an inn to stay at in the meantime?"
"…I can find one."
"I'm talking about the cost."
"It's not lavish, but I've got enough to get by comfortably."
"Not that comfortably, though?"
I stayed silent instead of denying it, and Kiara's stroking hand paused for a second.
"…In that case."
For some reason, tension gripped Kiara's thigh beneath my head, making my neck bob slightly.
"How about… staying at my place?"
"……."
I blankly listened for a moment before realizing something I'd overlooked.
I'd assumed I'd just crash here until it was time to go home.
Did I need permission for that?
"If you'll allow it, I'd be grateful."
I spat it out without a second thought, and Kiara chuckled softly.
"Why would you need permission? You're my fiancé."
Ah.
I'd gotten cold feet for nothing.
* * *
Once Kiara gave the okay, all the tension melted away. Was it that, or did I just have a narrow view of Intelligence Bureau folks?
The duke's mansion was way bigger, but for some reason, the marquis's felt even more spacious.
More pleasant, too. The people brighter.
"Mm…."
Arriving at the relaxed marquis household made me realize just how grateful I was for the casual warmth I'd taken for granted back home.
We had a comfortable dinner. I greeted my future father-in-law. Chatted idly with Kiara for a bit.
By the time I checked, the sky had darkened, so I headed to my bedroom to turn in.
Not to spend the night with her, of course. Though if I could bunk with Kiara, I'd be all for it.
I've gotta write soon.
Alone at last, my head was full of nothing but writing.
Staying at the marquis house was nice and all, but with family back in the territory, I couldn't help missing them.
Even if I didn't, my sister—who only had her little brother for family—might worry.
Our little brother might be toying with the womb he groped before I left, too.
To get back to the territory ASAP, I needed to crank out some writing.
The problem was—
Material….
None.
Or more accurately, nothing set.
I hadn't planned to write from a blank slate.
Ophelie's notebook had sparked a brainstorm, so my head was overflowing with ideas.
Like incest, adultery, NTR, body mods, bestiality….
Hardcore as hell by this world's standards, sure. But not by mine.
They were all flavors I'd been starved of back home.
Sure, some would suck if they happened for real, but since I'd just be jacking off to pictures, who cares?
Anyway, if I could weave them into prose that hooked people, there'd be no better material.
Especially adultery and incest—I'd already covered them in past novels.
I just needed to amp up the erotic details a notch.
No need to pioneer new genres.
…The issue was differentiating myself if I stuck to these.
Most of what I'd written was guys physically overpowering women to fuck them. Time for some variation.
But a noble lady reverse-raping a married nobleman? That might stir controversy.
And going full softcore sex felt too tame for my image.
What a pickle.
Too good to use just one.
But picking a single main one felt like it'd pigeonhole me into steady-seller reruns.
As my worries deepened—
Knock knock—
A knock reached my ears as I sat at the desk. I glanced at the door, catching eyes peeking through the crack.
I knew who it was without asking.
"Kiara?"
"H-how'd you know…?"
"Only you or my future father-in-law would barge in after one knock in this house."
"…."
She slipped inside without another word, carefully shutting the door so it wouldn't creak.
Now I could properly see what she was wearing: a white negligee.
Short enough to bare her thighs, tight around her ample chest—like something she'd worn since she was young and still clung to.
No extras. No hair or ear ornaments for bedtime, just a book in hand.
She'd come find me with only a gas lamp for light.
"Something wrong?"
That was the normal reaction, right?
Perfectly fine just earlier, now showing up with this uneasy vibe.
"…Just…."
"……."
"…It's been a while, so I wanted to spend time together."
She said the cringey line so casually, like she wasn't some noble lady.
"Can't I?"
"As if."
With no writing on the manuscript paper yet, I just set down the fountain pen and turned.
Kiara had already doused the lamp and perched on the bed, watching me.
"You said you'd be in the capital a while?"
"Yeah, probably about a month."
"…Then, you know."
Her voice dipped seriously, so I leaned in.
"Shall we get a little closer?"
"…Pardon?"
I just blinked at the odd line, and she hurriedly added,
"N-no, I mean… uh…. There's this distance between us? Like we're just fiancés and nothing more?"
"…."
No way agreeing would look good, so I stayed quiet.
"So… a little…. This time, maybe get closer…."
Her voice weakened with every word.
"…I think that'd be okay…."
"Kiara."
"Eep, y-yes…?"
"I already think we're pretty close."
"…Huh?"
"Was I wrong?"
"N-no, that's not it…. We are close, but I just thought even closer—"
"Kidding."
"……."
I teased and dodged, and her cheeks puffed up instantly.
"…What was that?"
I'd wanted to see that reaction at least once. How could I resist finding my fiancée—who raced over at one letter—adorable when she came to me at night wanting to get closer?
"Honestly, I'm not sure what 'close' means here."
Like I'd told her, I'd always seen Kiara as someone close.
Not head-over-heels or anything, a bit awkward at times, but I'd accepted the pre-adult-ceremony Kiara.
The one who'd bared her secret fetish and opened up at the ceremony.
And the one being honest with me now.
I'd always thought of her as close. Distinguishing that from "close" might hurt, but I'd accept it.
"If we're not close enough, we can always get closer."
"……."
Kiara gave me a meaningful look, then set the book on her lap after a pause.
Shifting my gaze there reminded me of napping on her thigh in the carriage—super embarrassing.
"So, Kiara, what does 'getting closer' mean to you?"
"…Who knows."
She dodged a bit and cracked open the book.
"Spending fun time together… that should do it, right?"
"Is that book part of it?"
"…."
She nodded faintly.
I had no clue what she'd say with just a book, so I watched.
"…I thought we'd read it together."
"Then let's read now."
"……."
What kind of book made her think just reading it together would bring us closer?
I half-rose from the chair, and she frantically waved me down like she might faint.
"W-wait… stay there just a sec."
"…?"
"If you're next to me, I-I won't be able to focus."
"……."
"…J-just… listen to me read… th-that counts as reading together, right?"
I had no idea her intent, but I played along and settled back, eyes fixed on her.
"Hoo……."
No clue why she was dragging it out like it was a big deal.
"…I'll read?"
"Yeah. Listening."
"Ahem, hem……."
She cleared her throat lightly, and the book's words flowed slowly from her lips.
"…Juliet's days were this dull."
"…?"
My face twisted oddly at the first line.
"With the maids' help, she groomed her b-body and admired her stunning beauty in the m-mirror—that was morning."
…Well, the book she was reading—
"Light teatime? …Chatting about nothing—that was l-lunch."
—was one I'd written.
"Washing her spotless body and easing unbuilt fatigue—that was… d-dinner."
The one I'd gifted her, no less.
Juliet's Night Like Magic.
"…And drifting to sleep, awaiting another dull day—that was night."
She seemed to have a weird idea of "getting closer."
…Or maybe I was the one with the weird take.
She'd come to me at night specifically to get closer, after all—aiming for this.
"Even in such days, if there's j-just a little change……."
"M-more fun—w-wait. Adrian? Why are you suddenly…."
I stood and sat beside her on the bed; she slammed the book shut.
She yanked her perched body upright, kneeling on the bed now.
Was she wary of me getting close?
Even though she'd come to get closer. A bit disappointing.
"Keep reading, Kiara."
"…It's embarrassing."
"If you were thinking of that, you shouldn't have brought the book."
"……."
"What'd you plan to do?"
"…G-get closer."
"So what's your idea of getting closer?"
"……."
She couldn't hide her shyness, frozen in place.
Even this clumsy seduction felt cute to me.
"Don't be shy, Kiara."
I just needed to nudge her along.
She cautiously reopened the book, glanced at me, then spoke softly.
"…It'd be more fun."
Fun, huh.
Something she needed right now, too.
Slide—
Sitting beside her, I gently placed my hand on her thigh.
She jolted, lips pressing shut to stifle her shaky breath.
No resistance at all—she'd clearly come aiming for this.
"Kiara."
"…Y-yes."
"I think I know a way to get even closer."
Even if she'd planned this, I wouldn't hate it.
"Why get embarrassed reading it like this?"
"…C-can't say."
"Just be honest. No matter how embarrassing, I'm on your side."
As I said it, my stroking hand slid slowly between her thighs.
"What were you doing while reading that made you so shy?"
She gulped at the approaching heat, swallowed, then whispered,
"I-I masturbated……."
"How? With what?"
"…Wh-while reading the book…. Imagining I was J-Juliet… and…."
My hand slipped inside the negligee, stroking her inner thigh.
"Imagining… h-how it'd feel… g-getting taken like th-this……."
Once my hand burrowed under the thigh-length hem, the familiar wetness hit my fingertips.
Different angle: proof of arousal.
No panties? Full-on heat.
"…Th-thinking of y-you, Adrian… imagining…."
I wetted my fingers, pulled them out, and showed her.
Seeing the sticky thread from her mucosa, her confessing lips snapped shut.
"Kiara."
"…Y-yes."
"Can you do it like that time—in front of me?"
"…In front of you, Adrian?"
"Yeah."
"……."
She hesitated. Her book-gripping hands trembled, fingers clenching to hold on.
"If it's too embarrassing, no need—"
"N-no."
That wasn't a refusal.
"I-I'll do it."
"Good choice, Kiara."
I whispered praise in her ear; one book-holding hand drifted to her thigh.
It stroked upward, lifting the negligee hem to reveal the source of that wetness.
Her virgin pussy, soaked in arousal from her fantasies. Her glazed eyes begged me to ravage her roughly.
