Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: [Special Edition] Two Petals
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Let me say this upfront.
This chapter is nothing more than the byproduct of some perverted writer's lust, cackling alone in a dark room as he celebrates turning this into a PLUS series.
It's just a [Special Edition].
It has zero connection to the main story—pure smut scene only.
If you hate girl-on-girl action, don't like sex scenes at all, or you're one of those refined gentlemen who thinks, "No clams for me—I prefer a thick, hard cock!" then please hit that back button before your stomach turns.
Thank you.
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Clunk.
The heavy door shut, and the sound of the lock clicking into place echoed through the room.
It gripped Rozhi's heart like the clang of prison bars slamming down, leaving the girl alone inside with her fate.
"......"
Rozhi lay prone on the floor, barely daring to breathe.
Before her lounged a silver-haired devil, reclining at an angle against the crimson velvet sofa.
Her overwhelming presence and seductive fragrance made Rozhi's head spin.
"Get up."
A languid command, impossible to defy.
Rozhi struggled to her feet on trembling legs.
"Come closer."
Sharl crooked a finger.
As Rozhi shuffled forward hesitantly, Sharl suddenly seized her waist and yanked her down between her legs.
"Kyaa!"
"Shh. Quiet."
Sharl's thumb brushed over Rozhi's quivering lips.
"Pretty... and such pale skin.
Good thing you don't take after that pig of a baron, right?"
"P-Please spare me... My father, the money somehow..."
"Oh? Who's talking about killing you?"
Cool, slender fingers toyed with Rozhi's earlobe and jawline.
Then they trailed lower, gliding down her neck to her collarbone,
finally catching on the buttons of her shabby dress.
"Hngh..."
Only after the hand paused did Rozhi let out the breath she'd been holding.
Maybe it'll stop here? A sigh of relief.
But no—
Pop. Pop.
Against her hopes, the buttons tore free.
The worn fabric fluttered limply to the floor.
Her white undergarments-clad body was exposed.
"Ah......!"
Rozhi flushed crimson with shame, arms flying to cover her chest.
But Sharl pried them away, her gaze raking over the luscious milky flesh like a tongue.
"Hmm... not bad."
Sharl's cool handback slid down Rozhi's collarbone.
Then it cupped the underside of the pert mounds gently.
"Hik...!"
Rozhi's shoulders jerked.
It felt like ice against her skin, goosebumps rising,
yet there was an odd comfort in the hand supporting their weight.
"Heavy. Heavier than they look."
Sharl hefted them in her palm, testing their heft, lifting and releasing.
Each time, the pale flesh jiggled, losing shape before springing back.
Tap. Tap.
Now her fingertips grazed the sides lightly.
Even that faint touch made them quiver sensitively.
Pleased by the sight, Sharl's eyes narrowed.
"Haa... please, stop..."
"Hold still. I'm inspecting."
Sharl chuckled amusedly, circling the nipples with her fingers.
The ticklish sensation made Rozhi's hips twist involuntarily.
And without warning—
"Hyaak!"
Sharl's five fingers clamped down roughly on Rozhi's breast.
"It hurts... it hurts...!"
"Sorry, reflex."
Sharl savored the pained moan, twisting harder.
"Aaak!!"
"This one's on purpose."
The soft flesh bulged between her fingers,
red handprints scarring the white skin like brands.
"Hngh... hng..."
Tears spilled from Rozhi's wide eyes, trickling down to her chest.
Watching them roll over the reddened skin,
Sharl's eyes glazed with ecstasy.
"Ah, so beautiful."
She wiped Rozhi's eyes with a finger, whispering languidly.
"In winter, when fresh white snow piles up thick...
don't you just want to stomp it flat?"
The purer, the more you want to break it; the holier, the more you crave to defile it.
"That's you right now."
Sharl shoved Rozhi roughly onto the sofa.
Her bare body splayed vulnerably atop the plush velvet.
"Hiiik......"
Sharl straddled her, pinning both wrists overhead with one hand.
Rozhi's eyes trembled below, swirling with terror and anticipation.
"W-Wait... I'm a girl..."
"Yeah. I know."
Sharl leaned in.
Silver hair cascaded like a curtain, veiling their faces.
Their breaths mingled hotly.
Mmch.
"Mmph?!"
Sharl's lips claimed Rozhi's.
Her soft tongue slithered in like a serpent, coiling around Rozhi's fleeing one and sucking it deep.
Wet slurps shattered the room's silence as saliva mixed.
"Haa... slurp... mmph..."
Releasing Rozhi's gasping lips, Sharl trailed her tongue down her jaw, to her nape, then collarbone.
Glossy saliva trails marked her path.
"Hyaang! N-No...!"
Her sensitive breasts ravaged by the tongue tip, Rozhi's back arched like a bow.
Her thighs rubbed together instinctively.
An unbearable itch, and...
"Why cross your legs like that, hm?"
Sharl smirked lewdly, sliding her other hand up Rozhi's inner thigh.
Swish.
A damp stain soaked through her panties. Clear nectar saturated the thin fabric.
"Ah, ah... not there... please..."
"Already soaking like this. Such a slut."
She shoved the panties aside, revealing the hidden flower.
Orange-brown curls matching her hair, drenched with moisture.
The aroused, flushed mucosa winked, gulping air.
"Hold still. You're a virgin, right?"
Squelch.
One knuckle forced between the closed petals.
"Aaaang!!"
A sharp cry tore from Rozhi's throat.
The alien intrusion, her first.
"Tight. Never fingered yourself?"
"Hng... N-No... I haven't......"
Sharl giggled.
Her fingertip scraped the clenched inner walls, making Rozhi's thighs quake.
Her other hand pinched and tugged the nub above.
"Haaang!"
"Just this? Rubbing and grinding here?"
"N-No... not... hng..."
"Be honest. Feels good when you touch it alone, right?"
Sharl rubbed the clit rapidly,
clear juices gushing freer.
"No answer, and it'll hurt more."
"Y-Yes... yes...! I did... touched it...!"
Shame burned her face, but pleasure was honest.
Rozhi sobbed even as her hips bucked into Sharl's hand.
"How many times a day? So swollen from it?"
"D-Don't know... whenever I... wanted... hyaaang!"
"What a pervert, grinding your pussy every night. Just a hymen left."
Sharl smiled satisfied, pushing her finger deeper.
Squelch.
"Hik...!"
One finger fully sheathed.
Inner walls clenched welcomingly.
Undeterred, she eased in a second.
"Relax. Room for one more."
"Ah, it hurts... feels like it'll tear...!"
"Won't tear. You're flooding."
Squelch, squelch.
Spreading her fingers stretched the tight passage, lewd frictions sounding.
Drool dribbled from Rozhi's mouth.
"Found it."
A thin membrane at her fingertips. Proof of untouched purity.
Sharl paused her clit-rubbing, whispering in her ear.
"Want me to take it?"
Rozhi's half-lidded eyes snapped wide in horror.
"N-No... hng! Please... not that...!"
"Don't worry. I'll be gentle."
Rozhi clutched Sharl's arm, shaking her head desperately.
Tears and drool smeared her face as she sobbed pleas.
Sharl watched, savoring,
then,
"Fine... you need it for marriage someday."
"Ah......!"
As relief washed over Rozhi,
"...Relieved? Feeling safe?"
Sharl's fingers mercilessly ground her clit.
"Hya! Kk... ah... haa...!!"
Ruthless motions: crushing the swollen pearl, pinching, flicking.
Fingers inside scraped walls, milking nectar.
"Happy I spared your precious hymen, bitch?"
"Ah... haa... g-good... yes... ah!!"
And soon—
"Aaaaaah...!!!♡"
Rozhi's hips bucked in spasm.
Her entrance clenched Sharl's fingers; clear fluid squirted.
"Haa... haa..."
Rozhi slumped, spent.
Sharl held her glistening fingers to Rozhi's lips.
"Suck."
"Y-Yes...?"
"Your cum. Lick it clean."
Sharl shoved them in.
Dazed, Rozhi suckled her own fluids.
Fishy, tangy.
"Sucks nice. Tasty?"
Sharl pumped slowly, asking.
Rozhi licked mindlessly, soullessly replying.
"Yesss... tasty......"
Reason numb, shame melted in pleasure.
"Good girl."
Sharl thumbed saliva from her lips, whispering seductively.
"Like that so much? Want to taste mine?"
Sharl rose.
Before Rozhi's eyes, she slowly slipped her black silk dress straps down.
Swish.
Smooth silk slithered off her shoulders.
Piling like shed skin on the red sofa, it revealed blindingly white flesh.
"Ah......"
Rozhi stared, entranced.
Where the black dress had been: marble-smooth skin glowing like moonlight.
Against the crimson velvet,
Sharl's pallor shimmered ethereally.
Slender neck to collarbone, full firm breasts.
Taut waist curving to hips—breathtaking perfection.
And below.
Silvery pubic hair, translucent.
Like frosted grass, pink folds peeked shyly.
"Come suck. Devotedly."
Sharl stood on her discarded dress, legs spread over the sofa.
Enchanted, Rozhi crawled forward on all fours into her thighs.
"Smell it."
Sharl gripped her head, mashing it to her mound.
Rozhi's nose pressed wet flesh.
"Haa......"
No foul odor.
A head-spinning, honeyed floral nectar scent filled her lungs.
"Ah... the scent... so good......"
"Overreacting—it's just pussy smell."
"No... want to keep smelling forever..."
Rozhi murmured dreamily.
To her, it was no mere scent—an aphrodisiac numbing reason, awakening instinct.
"...Good. Tongue out."
Lick.
Rozhi's tongue tentatively lapped Sharl's folds.
Soft, warm flesh. Sweet nectar flooded her mouth; she extended further unwittingly.
"Slurp... lick..."
Tracing the slit up and down, Sharl's thighs twitched.
"Haa... good. So good......"
A low moan escaped Sharl.
Reward and thirst for more surged in Rozhi.
Like a bear at honey, she devoured the secret place.
Slurp, lick, suck.
Parting silver curls, she found the swollen clit.
Rolling it on her tongue,
sucking with lips. Fingers rubbed the entrance softly.
"There... tongue stiff... harder...!"
Sharl clutched her hair, pressing firm.
Though breathless, Rozhi pressed deeper, craving more sweetness.
Her tongue delved inside,
"......!!!♥"
Sharl's back arched sharply.
Hot nectar gushed, drenching Rozhi's face.
"Mmph... sluuuurp..."
Rozhi swallowed every drop.
"Haa... huu..."
Kneeling between thighs, looking up with cum-smeared face, panting.
Sharl caressed her cheek lazily, smiling satisfied.
"Good job. Felt amazing."
"Y-Yes..."
The praise echoed sweetly, worth more than jewels.
Rozhi wiped sticky fluids with her hand,
gazing up at Sharl.
'Aah......'
Sharl's flushed, panting face was noble, moonlit beauty.
Capture, debts—irrelevant now.
Even fortunate.
To feel such a exquisite touch...
'Want more praise.'
'Obey her every whim.'
'Bark if dog, pose if doll...'
Burning loyalty—no, blind submission—surged.
Rozhi nuzzled Sharl's knee like a pup, whining.
"More... love me more..."
"Hehe......"
Sharl stroked her wet hair, laughing.
And,
"Then spread your legs."
Rozhi parted wide without hesitation.
Her drenched pink folds winked, ready for her chosen master.
Sharl slid one leg between Rozhi's.
On the sofa strewn with black dress,
two white bodies overlapped.
Splat.
Wet mounds met.
Warm, slick mucosa friction.
"Aht...!"
Rozhi's hips jerked.
Clits grinding—pleasure beyond fingers or tongue.
Squelch, squelch, chap, chap.
Sharl rocked hips: forward-back, circles.
Wet flesh slaps filled the room.
"Haang! Ah, ahh! Too good...!"
"Grip here... tighter...!"
Rozhi clung to Sharl's neck.
Breasts crushed; heartbeats synced.
Breaths, sweat, nectar mingled.
In frenzy, Sharl dipped to ravage Rozhi's lips.
"Mmph...!"
Lips sealed; hot tongue invaded.
Coiling, sucking, scraping palate—brutal.
Rozhi countered, entwining tongues.
Slurp, suck, smooch.
Saliva overflowed unnoticed as they devoured breaths.
A devouring kiss.
Tongues tangled, sloppy sounds echoing.
"Haa... sluuuurp..."
Lips parted after ages.
Silver saliva thread stretched, snapped.
"Haa... haa..."
Eyes locked, gleaming lust.
Signal given, Sharl's hips intensified.
Squelch, squelch, smack, smack!
Faster slaps. Friction heated,
clits crushed toward climax.
"C-Coming... I'm... cooooming...!"
"Haa, Rozhi... together...!"
Bodies spasmed as one.
Sharl gripped her shoulders.
"Aaaaang!!!♡"
"Hngggg!!!♥"
Screams erupted;
hot nectar exploded between thighs.
Mind blanking white, world melting ecstasy.
Trickle, trickle.
Indistinguishable fluids puddled below.
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Much later, cradled in Sharl's arms, Rozhi opened her eyes. Exhausted boneless,
her face beamed purest bliss.
Sharl kissed her sweaty brow softly, whispering.
"Be good till you go home..."
Rozhi smiled happily, eyes closing.
"Yes... Mistress."
Home? Irrelevant now.
Kaintrea Ducal Residence.
Sharl's room faded into the thick scent of two petals.
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