5. Ravaging Kiara Like the Pages of <em>Meaningless Lewd Confessions</em>
After stirring up Kiara's insides like flipping through the pages of Meaningless Lewd Confessions, she passed out over and over from the mind-shattering pleasure, finally catching her breath face-down.
I lay propped up at an angle beside her, drenched in sweat from the intensity. It was my first real fuck, so I guess I hadn't managed my stamina properly.
"...It's really amazing."
"What's so amazing?"
"......It was my first time."
Proof of Kiara's words still lingered on me. When her virgin blood mixed with her juices and coated my cock, I'd glimpsed those ring-like scabs of red around the base.
Of course, they'd probably all washed away now after pounding her so relentlessly.
"You... did it so skillfully."
"......"
"...Like I'm not the first—"
"No way."
I quickly denied her worried tone. Even if it were true, it was better to lie in situations like this.
At least, women like virile men and men like inexperienced women... or so they say. But I didn't want to give Kiara—whose head was already stuffed with romance novel delusions—the red pill on this.
Truth be told, the only sex I'd had since coming to this world was with Opheli. But honestly, I didn't even think of her as a woman. More like a natural disaster or a demon come to devour my cum. Something like that.
If sex had to be with a person, then Kiara was my first.
"Haa......"
Kiara settled her still-racing heart. Her sweat-soaked nightgown had been tossed aside long ago. Did she even realize the temptation of lying naked in bed, entangled with her beloved fiancé?
My exhausted body aside, my cock was starting to swell again, as if declaring it was still ready.
I fought to keep a straight face, brushing back Kiara's hair as I shifted her gaze toward me while lying at an angle.
"...Adrian."
"Yeah."
"Honestly... I didn't believe you back at the coming-of-age ceremony."
"......"
Which of the many things I'd said was she talking about?
"But you kept your promise... about giving me the next work from the author of White Knight."
"......"
Ah. That one? Of course I kept it—I'm the author, after all. It was too easy.
If I wasn't planning to write just one and vanish, I had to show it to someone anyway. People had expectations for me, so I wanted to deliver something more.
"At first, I couldn't quite believe it..."
Kiara gazed into my eyes, speaking softly like she was sharing a dream.
"Now I think I get it."
"......"
She couldn't possibly mean she figured out I'm the author. No way. I'd hidden my identity so meticulously.
Unless it was Opheli dragging me out with her intelligence agency connections, or some absurd high-up from the imperial family digging up my address, no one could uncover it easily.
"Maybe that author is..."
Kiara paused, and I nearly died inside.
"...someone from your family?"
"......Huh?"
"You know, like... your older brother."
No need to specify that much. My only family is my sister, after all.
It was utterly baseless, but imagining Yuli writing that stuff made me burst out laughing involuntarily.
"...Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing, just funny."
"J-just say if I'm wrong...!"
"I mean, it's interesting you thought of that."
"......"
I should dial back on talking about the author. Make it clear it wasn't true, then switch topics.
"There's that reading group at the salon, right?"
"...Yes."
"Can't you just lie there?"
"......You're right. It used to be like that. I've even lied a few times myself......"
"Not anymore?"
"We used to just gloss over it, enjoy the fantasies... But that lady you brought, Lady Quiliar?"
"Oph... Lady Quiliar."
"After she came, they started demanding proof. Using lie-detection magic."
"......?"
This crazy bitch. While everyone else is doing WWE, she's turning it into UFC and whipping out the ref tools?
I want nothing to do with her. If not for her insane drawing skills, I'd have cut ties entirely and let her chase me to her death.
'She isn't listening to this conversation, is she?'
I'd buried the luggage deep in storage to prevent any one-way communication from her familiar-phone. Even so, if she was listening, it'd be creepy.
"So everyone gets super scared when it's their turn..."
"What about her?"
"...She talks, but it's all about herself. Like being under house arrest and what she did... "
"......What the hell did she do?"
"Stuff like striking ridiculous poses in front of a mirror to draw, or turning her familiar into tentacles out of curiosity about how it'd feel on a non-human target, then passing out for hours after her nipples brushed them and she came......"
"......"
"Who'd think that's fake when she says it herself???"
To outsiders, it sounded insane. But having met her, I knew it was true. She was crazier than imagination allowed.
"Still, if you don't want to share, just skip it."
"...You're right. Like you said. If I hate the reading group, I could just not go on those days... or leave after."
Hah...
Kiara inhaled sharply, like some weird thought hit her. Her breasts heaved with the motion.
I nearly lost it watching them jiggle and squeezed my eyes shut.
"......It's too good, what do I do."
"...Good?"
"I'm not the only pervert... Others think pervy stuff too......"
"......"
"And then... I imagine what they did... What it'd be like if it happened to me......"
"Want it?"
"W-what do you mean, want?"
"I could make it happen, if it's something I can do."
"......"
Kiara caught her breath. Desire dripped from her eyes as she looked at me.
"...We have time...... Could we try them one by one, slowly?"
"......You know what I think when I look at you, Kiara?"
"What... thought?"
"It pisses me off."
"...Pardon?"
I yanked her hand to my cock. She jolted at the sudden heat and pulled back.
"W-what are you doing...!"
"Too late for that now, right?"
"......"
Not that she hated it—her hand crept back slowly.
She gripped my raging cock with her small hand, tapping it lightly like playing piano keys with her slender fingers.
"W-wow......"
One hand couldn't even wrap around it fully. She tilted her body, bringing her other hand over to try.
Her heavy breasts swayed to one side, and my cock twitched honestly in response.
"C-can it get even bigger...?"
"......"
I didn't deny it.
"Then... this thing... stuffing me full......"
Unable to finish, Kiara's face melted as imaginations swirled.
"If... if you pounded me deep with this... w-wouldn't my hole stay open...?"
"Won't happen, Kiara."
"But still......"
Your pussy devoured my cock so greedily. It wouldn't stay open—it'd just become my personal onahole pussy.
"......I-I'll have to fix it then...?"
"Do whatever."
"......"
Gulp.
Her salivary glands seemed to malfunction at the sight of my cock—she swallowed again, then...
She mimicked her pussy's motions with slow hand movements. Unlike the instinctive devouring earlier, her shy clumsiness oozed out.
I didn't expect much cum after so many loads, so I quietly stroked her hair, lost in thought.
I already knew she bared her lewd desires at the salon under the guise of reading groups.
How exciting that was? Just look at Kiara rushing here, desperate to get fucked.
"...Hng, ugh......"
She reacted like this just from touching it herself. Imagine what it did to people.
Only noble ladies enjoying this? It made me jealous as hell.
Not that I wanted to swap stories with hairy-legged dudes.
"Huu..."
Was there a way to spread this feeling to others?
I'd already awakened pervy desires with my erotic tales. If there was a method...
Why not write it down?
"Slurp, hnn......"
I was ready to turn any fantasy into words. The issue was always too many ideas before.
But if I used this approach, I could weave them all together.
A structure like confessions from various people airing their pervy desires and experiences.
Even hard stuff like affairs, exposure, NTR, bestiality— it'd fit perfectly...
"...Hng."
A foreign sensation on my cock snapped me out of it. Kiara had gone from stroking to tapping it against her lower belly.
"...Kiara."
"Nnh- H-ha, yes...?"
"Wanna go again?"
"Th-that's......"
Her eyes rolled, then she looked up cautiously.
"...Can we...?"
Of course. You'd just rescued my blocked idea.
"Hngit—"
I nudged her body aside and mounted her again. Her hand slipped from my cock, landing uselessly on her belly.
She turned her head slightly but shifted her gaze back to me.
Seemed like consent, so I didn't hold back.
A short while later.
The world still hadn't recovered from the shock of White Knight, greedily devouring sequels like Juliet and rip-offs alike.
The capital's literary scene flipped upside down once more.
"A new work? Is that true?"
"They say it's not exactly a sequel, but..."
"That's not the point! Did Sad Zahermazo really release something new?"
"Yes, that's..."
The news spread fast. Even in the cramped capital, narrower than the empire's outskirts, it reached the ears of countless nobles living cheek-by-jowl.
But this time, it didn't end there.
Following noble society's rule that hobbies trickle down to commoners over time, even literate commoners began noticing the flood of erotic tales led by White Knight.
"Wait! If we don't line up soon, we won't get any books...!"
"Shut it! Don't you know who I am? Get me a copy right—"
The capital's bookstores buzzed with nobles heaving their heavy asses off chairs to buy personally.
Commoners who'd mustered courage to visit figured they couldn't even browse and started to give up—
Clack.
A particularly sharp heel click drew all eyes.
The woman bearing the noble name "Logist"—Princess Charlene Logist Brezemond.
She'd arrived at the capital's largest bookstore with hordes of attendants.
Even the rowdy nobles froze.
They bowed, making way as they felt the weight of status hierarchy.
"What are you all doing there?"
Everyone froze at the princess's movement.
It was enough to terrify the commoners at the line's end.
"Is your eyesight so bad you can't even see where the line is?"
Seeing Charlene join the end, nobles scattered in shock. Her attendants merged seamlessly behind.
The chaos sorted in moments, leaving everyone stunned.
"...P-please, one at a time. Thank you."
The bookstore owner's words started the line shrinking slowly.
One princess's action carried such weight.
Commoners, rarely glimpsing royalty, couldn't help admiring her noblesse oblige.
But to the princess actually lining up, it was unthinkable.
'...A new work?'
It was mere compromise. Sending attendants to buy meant no time to savor anticipatory fantasies.
R理성 versus the emotional urge to crack open Sad's new work and devour the words immediately.
Their compromise: the princess herself visiting the store.
Noblesse oblige? Irrelevant. She ignored the stares.
Her mind fixated solely on Sad Zahermazo's new release.
Chewing over the title Meaningless Lewd Confessions in her head.
'...Too abstract.'
Ironically, it wouldn't take long to realize this "abstract" title was the most direct imaginable.