The White Knight's 49 Shadows
As I mentioned before, the second day drew even larger crowds than the first.
With more people came a rowdier drinking party, naturally.
And right now, inside the banquet hall, spilled drinks and food from drunken nobles littered the floor.
The servants who should have been cleaning it up merely watched from afar.
If they poked their heads in and something weird happened, they'd be the ones getting chewed out.
—Kiara had spotted this gap in the chaos.
She took the collar I offered and tucked it straight into her bosom.
"…Very well."
I nodded to my fiancée's temptation, giving her a curt agreement.
Soon after, we mingled briefly with people returning from their errands, sharing a few drinks.
After downing two or three glasses, perhaps.
"S-sorry. I'm not much of a drinker…."
Kiara rose unsteadily, feigning overindulgence.
I stood with her, supporting her arm, and quietly bowed my head.
"We'll head out first."
Whether it was good acting or they just didn't want to deal with us, we slipped away at the perfect moment.
No attendants tried to stop us.
They probably welcomed fewer people to manage.
"…This should be far enough."
As we snuck through the crowd and into the rooms, the presence of people thinned.
By the time we reached Kiara's door, not even the smallest sounds could be heard.
Kiara, who had been limping along in drunken pretense, gradually steadied her gait.
"…Hoo."
"Nervous?"
"W-well… isn't that obvious?"
"You've done this plenty before, though."
"Even if I have, some things always feel awkward."
"……."
Kiara, now walking normally, quietly opened her door.
She stepped inside, glanced back at me, and said,
"…Wait just a moment."
She flashed a sly smile and shut the door.
Left standing alone unexpectedly, I leaned against the wall and thought for a bit.
How did things end up like this?
I just went for a walk yesterday, and somehow I'm doing this with my fiancée now.
Am I the weird one, or has Kiara just lost her mind to lust?
Still, it wasn't like I hated it entirely—my feelings were all mixed up.
Creeeak—
The door opened slowly, revealing Kiara barefoot in a négligée—her nightdress.
It wasn't much different from what she'd worn yesterday.
…Which probably meant no underwear underneath.
Her eyes met mine as I waited, and she blushed shyly for a moment.
"Hurry up."
She reached out a hand, then pulled it back.
Seemed like she thought better of it.
I walked alongside her as she quickened her pace to hide her embarrassment.
"If we go behind the kitchen, no one will notice."
"Won't there be cooks in the kitchen?"
"The cooking noises are loud, so it's fine. They don't even notice if you talk to them."
"They're not just pretending?"
"If they ignore us even after I offer two years' salary on the spot, what can you do?"
We passed the kitchen back without issue, just as she said—no servants spotted us.
They only looked exhausted from handling the nobles devouring snacks nonstop.
With no one catching us and hurried steps, we escaped the building in no time.
"A bit further this way is the walkway. Servants use it every morning for food deliveries, so it's well-paved."
That's why she could come out barefoot.
Definitely not her first or second time mentally rehearsing this.
And she seemed more excited than usual.
Is it because this is the first time she's doing something illicit with someone else?
Suddenly, I thought that just silently following might wear her out on her own.
"Kiara."
"Yes?"
"When I think we've found a spot with few people, I'll signal."
"…What kind of signal?"
"Anything I wouldn't normally do right now—that'll be the signal."
No need to spell out what it was for.
Gulp.
Seeing her swallow and nod quietly confirmed it.
"…The garden has a risk of getting caught."
Kiara spoke slowly as we walked the path.
"I've scouted two spots. The garden, and the walkway farthest from the banquet hall."
"No hiding spots?"
"There's a flower bed with shrubs and landscaping trees. It's at the edge of the grounds."
The bushes I'd seen here seemed enough to conceal her if we crouched.
Probably no different from what she'd seen in the garden.
"…And, Adrian."
"Yes."
"When we get there… how you treat me."
After hesitating a long time, she finished carefully.
"…You can treat me like Nina."
"……."
I deliberately didn't answer.
How deep into the book did she have to get to want to immerse herself as the heroine?
We just kept walking slowly in the awkward atmosphere.
Walking with my fiancée—who was barefoot in nightclothes while I wore a neatly pressed uniform and shoes—felt like a huge disconnect.
It had happened yesterday too, but it still didn't feel familiar.
Getting used to something you'd only seen in words and pictures wasn't easy.
Thud.
Even walking slowly, we'd reached the farthest end of the walkway.
The sporadic shrubs and trees from earlier were clustered here.
Knowing this, Kiara stopped and lowered her head.
Her body trembled with tension.
Thud—
I gazed at her briefly and adjusted my uniform.
"Haa…."
I tugged at my collar a couple times.
Her gaze followed, so I gave her a sidelong glance.
Then I swept back my white hair and let out a deep sigh.
Unnatural movements.
Kiara noticed the signal and slowly looked up at me.
Her face, flushed with red heat, grew even more aroused.
"Kiara."
"……."
"Do you remember yesterday's command?"
"…Y-yes."
"Recite it."
"N-no underwear… and no touching yourself… come just like that…."
Her lips twitched.
"All worked up… and wait, you said…♡"
"…Time for an inspection."
At my short words, Kiara, who had been looking up, briefly bowed her head.
"Nngh…."
She gripped the hem of her nightdress—which barely showed her ankles—and slowly lifted it.
Her pussy, hidden beneath the long skirt, came into view.
Already slick and drenched, sticky fluids trailed thickly down her thighs.
"Excited without permission?"
"Th-that's…."
Thud. I stepped closer, cupping her chin with my hand.
I grasped her cheek too, slowly lifting her face.
"I asked whose whim made you excited."
"…Y-yes…?"
I looked down at her face, her speech mangled.
"You know that's not the answer I want."
Her expression was already melting away.
"M-my… fault…."
"…No, Kiara."
I slid my hand slowly under the lifted skirt.
"Hngh…!"
The wet touch of her skin met my fingertips.
Her visibly soaked pussy reacted instantly to the pressure, aching for it.
She probably hadn't felt anyone's touch until becoming an adult.
Tap.
Rubbing her half-exposed clit made her hips jerk involuntarily.
After a moment of surprise, I slowly peeled back the hood over it, and her eyes lost focus.
"Nng… h-haa, kii, hi. Hyaah…."
Kiara couldn't adapt to my slowly moving fingers.
Her twitches wouldn't stop.
Her legs trembled as if forcing down overwhelming pleasure.
"Hk?!"
A light tickle on her lower belly with my thumb made her jolt—sensitivity had spread there too.
I pressed firmly on her nicely bulging lower abdomen, as if showing off her womb.
"Ah, hng…."
Thump.
Kiara's hand went to her chest as she twitched.
Trying to push me away?
She doesn't want to be pushed away.
"Don't resist."
"…N-no, hng…."
I released her face for a moment.
And then—
Slap!
A light smack across her cheek.
Her head snapped to the side; shock flashed in her wide eyes before her quivering lips curved up slowly.
"I said don't resist."
"Nng…."
Kiara slowly lowered the hand from her chest.
But her stifled moans grew a bit fiercer.
I stepped half a pace closer, offering my shoulder.
Unable to push me away with her hands, her body—unable to handle the pleasure—leaned into mine.
"Hngg…. Th-that, hyaa, haa…. Ah, kng…."
Had she gotten somewhat used to the pleasure?
I hope not.
I pushed my hand deeper, toying with her balls and lower belly.
My fingers sought the most intimate spot on a woman's body, probing where her perineum would be.
"…!"
Kiara grabbed my arm desperately, her knees buckling.
Her body, unaccustomed to female pleasure, couldn't handle it.
But since when had I been the type to care?
"Wh-White Knight…? I-I'm new to th-there…."
She pressed her forehead to my chest, pleading desperately.
"…New?"
She'd called me White Knight herself—she must have known how this would end.
"Filthy bitch."
Squelch—
I crushed the inner walls of her tightly clenched entrance.
My fingertips were gradually enveloped by mucosa as I slowly stirred her insides.
"Ad, rian…!"
Panicked, she'd even forgotten how to address me.
The deeper I went, the more her gripping hand trembled.
Sluuurp—
"Hii…."
I slowly withdrew my fingers, now buried to the base.
This should be fine for two fingers.
"Ah, Adrian…? I…. I…. No more, that's too muuuch—?!"
I pressed my index fingernail against my middle finger and thrust in.
It went in much tighter than before. Pussy juices seeped between my fingers from the mucosa.
I delved deeper into the slick inner flesh.
Aligning my index and middle fingers side by side gradually, prying her open slowly.
Squelch….
Just the first two knuckles in, and Kiara was clinging to me.
Her pitifully trembling legs bent and straightened repeatedly.
Her knees half-folded, her grip on my forearm only tightened.
But that grip wasn't pushing my teasing hand away.
Can a noble lady really be this perverted?
"Adriiaan…."
Her ruined expression and lolling tongue couldn't even form proper words.
Her mind was already muddled from the sensation of my fingers parting her mucosa.
Then, I lightly curled my index and middle fingers, scraping where her clit root should be.
——!
Her body nearly collapsed forward.
Kiara gasped in surprise.
The hand on my forearm desperately shifted to clutch my shoulder.
"…Adrian. That's really too muuuch—"
No intention of stopping.
She'd decided herself how far this would go, hadn't she?
She wanted to know anyway—how much she could feel.
Prod—
I relentlessly teased her weak spot.
Each scrape inside made her rise on tiptoes and buck wildly.
"Oog…. Uguu… w-whoa…. Th-that's too deeeep……ah, haa…."
With my free hand, I wrapped around her back, trapping her body completely.
When the hand on my shoulder finally gave in and hugged me.
"Uguuuh♥"
Pshht, splurt, pssshhhh—
On the day she became an adult, Kiara squirted messily, like a naughty girl.
…No, calling it just urine would be misleading.
No one would mistake a squirt for mere piss.
"Haa…. H-hng…."
Squelch—
My fingers, bitten tight by her lower mouth, were finally freed.
Breathing raggedly, Kiara slid down on her own.
She sat with her knees drawn in, legs in a W shape.
Her heaving breaths interspersed with twitches spoke of massive aftershocks of pleasure.
"…Kiara."
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried.
Did I push a first-timer too hard?
She'd only recently learned about proper sex.
"……."
I reached out to her face.
Unthinkingly, forgetting it was the hand that had been inside her.
…But.
"…Slurp."
My fiancée's libido seemed to have intact cognition.
"Hah."
Looking up at me from below like a puppy begging for a treat, sucking my fingers eagerly.
"You shameless bitch."
She seemed like a lady who desperately wanted punishment.
"Looks like you need proper training."
I pulled out the collar still tucked in my bosom.