The Granil Lady Is a Maso-Pussy? No Way???

"For an accurate interview, I'll be recording this."

Fumina switched on the recorder.

Having traces of my words left in the world wasn't exactly pleasant, but at this point, it was somewhat unavoidable… right?

"Um, so Lady Patricia. What's your usual masturbation frequency, roughly speaking?"

"Easy question. For a healthy lifestyle, a healthy release is essential. Morning, lunch, dinner, and right before bed—four times a day. I finish them steadily and reliably."

"I see. And what kind of material do you usually use when you masturbate?"

"Feeling like you can't masturbate without external props seems a bit lacking in independence. Imagination alone is plenty for me. I think ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about a romantic night with a handsome man."

"Do you not use any toys when you masturbate?"

"Ridiculous. If I damaged the hymen meant for my future husband with something like that, what then? People need to learn ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠self-restraint. I don't use vulgar toys."

Fumina's questions continued, and I answered honestly.

The more the Q&A went on, the stronger my self-confidence grew inside me.

Perfect. Even I have to say, a woman this demure and refined is rare. Maintaining such elegance even in the most vulnerable moments like masturbation and sex—impeccable.

But just as my self-assurance peaked, Fumina's response hit like a thunderbolt.

"Hmm, this is tricky. Nothing here makes for good training literature."

"What?! What do you mean? Are you saying there's something wrong with me?"

This lowborn wretch daring to judge me? Does being the one I requested make her forget her place, you filthy bitch!

"Well~ It's awkward to say, but you really come off as a woman who has no idea how to play with her own pussy… Oh, I'm not trying to insult you, Lady Patricia. Most ordinary women are probably like this. I was too, at first. But…"

"But what?"

"Have you ever read training literature where the heroine gets exactly what a woman like this wants?"

"Urk…"

Of course not. Not once.

Training literature stands at the opposite end from so-called romance novels. The template is the heroine with a bright future getting dragged into ruin by a single cock. Without that, it's not training literature.

"The key to training literature is fulfilling the woman's dark, vulgar, and—crucially—self-destructive fantasies. If that's missing… honestly, a high-quality piece just can't be written."

"Th-then isn't it your job as a ghostwriter to make that happen somehow?"

"But then we couldn't claim it was based on you, Lady Patricia."

"Guh… So what exactly are you suggesting?"

Infuriating as it was, I got the gist of what Fumina was saying.

But what did she want me to do about it?

"Yes. If I may be bold, we should awaken the maso-pussy potential lurking inside you, Lady Patricia."

"Ha? Me, a maso-pussy? Don't make me laugh. No way."

If anything, I'd lean more toward sadist than masochist. The idea of someone else dominating this noble bloodline is unimaginable.

"No, no. It's surprisingly common. All us women have a maso-pussy nature deep down. It's just that only certain cocks can draw it out. Otherwise, the training literature genre wouldn't exist in the first place."

Fumina declared it confidently and held out her phone, showing me a video.

It featured a woman I never expected.

Spewing vicious words, the man shook his hips even more violently, stabbing into the woman's pussy.

He ignored her screams completely, thrusting just to satisfy his own cock.

No doubt in his mind that she was his property.

The man was, of course, Lazar. Hard to imagine anyone else.

This alone wouldn't have shocked me much.

But what truly floored me was the woman in the video.

It was Erika von Steinmetz.

Rine's equal—or arguably superior—in rank, daughter of the Steinmetz family.

She couldn't resist him properly and was getting ravaged.

I could somewhat understand Rine falling for Lazar. She was always a bit dim-witted.

A naive girl latching onto simple pleasure wasn't that weird.

But Erika? Unthinkable.

And why did this bitch Fumina even have this video?

"Oh, nothing much. Rine sent it herself. Ask her, and she can get you plenty more."

"Wh-what!?"

That casually?

"Apparently, Erika was pretty defiant toward Lazar at first. But he persistently drew out her maso-pussy nature."

Fumina showed me several lewd photos of Erika von Steinmetz beyond the video.

"Women, no matter how much they deny it, all crave domination by massive cocks. You can't understand training literature without admitting that honestly."

…Ridiculous.

Craving domination by a massive cock? Not me.

Such desires don't suit noble blood.

Nobility means "dominating."

Me submitting to some guy just because his cock is big? Please.

"Hmm, looks like you're not convinced."

"Obviously. You get it, right? Rine and Erika—noble blood, both. Surprising they'd end up like this. But assuming the same for me is a total miscalculation."

I swear on 700 years of Granil history: never happening.

"I see. Want to test it lightly, then?"

"Test?"

You, test me?

…Fine. If it proves I'm a true noble lady, sure.

"S-so… how exactly do we test?"

"Super simple. This phone has videos of Lazar fucking various pussies. Masturbate to it, and if your mind doesn't waver like usual, that's proof enough, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right?"

"Indeed. Quite straightforward."

Masturbating four times a day is routine. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠A slight change in stimulus won't faze me.

I accept the test!

※

Lazar's curse ran deeper than I thought.

Johanna wasn't top-tier nobility, but as an academy teacher, she had refinement.

Using her like a brood sow.

Every time his thick hand slapped her plump ass, even I flinched.

"F-for a commoner…! To handle a woman's body like th-this, ngh♥ So ignorant of the heavens…!"

When he rubbed her clit, my pussy climaxed instantly, squirting on the bedsheets.

But not because Lazar looked cool.

Of course, treating a woman's body like a toy—that cool, tough vibe, transcending status with masculine superiority—yeah, I felt it.

But unrelated, right?

Nobles don't touch fragrant food if it's rude.

So my pussy getting super horny, squelching and squirting? Just 'cause it's the type that gets wet easy. Not his fault.

"Hehe, isn't Lazar so cool like that? That rigid cock fulfilling a maso-pussy's reason for being. The ideal for all men, right?"

"Sh-shut up. N-not cool at all…"

"Lazar never cares about the woman when using her. His cock's pleasure is priority. He might caress to make the toy more fun and enjoy reactions, but only for his own sake."

Fumina whispered useless info in my ear nonstop.

Truly, utterly useless.

"Even if your brain's melting from pleasure and you beg for a break, he never listens. It just excites him more—he pounds his cock even harder♥, smashing your womb without mercy. No pity no matter how much you cry? Hold back without crying, and he goes harder♥ Hehe♥♥♥"

"Urgh♥♥♥"

Squirt! Squirting everywhere.

But not because I crave a massive cock pounding me. No way!

"Taming maso-pussies is a staple in training literature. Especially Lazar—he'd love crushing a haughty lady like you, Lady Patricia."

"Y-you insolent…!"

Crushing this Granil daughter for fun? How brutal and cruel?

I, Patricia Granil, won't yield to just a thick, manly cock drilling my pussy and wrecking my womb!

Hell, test me if you want!

"Ah, perfect, Lady Patricia. Seeing you now sparked inspiration. This'll make great training literature. Hehe♥"