Morning After the Fuck...
A pleasant morning birdsong chirped outside. Grace Nova opened her eyes to the sunlight filtering through the curtains.
“Hngh...”
Grace Nova greeted a refreshing yet unpleasant morning. Her head was clear, but her lower body throbbed with pain.
Rubbing her eyes, she reached out to her right side and felt warm, rough skin. It was like a man's texture...
A man?
“...Hiiik?!”
Grace had no choice but to be shocked when she looked to her right. A naked man was gazing intently at her.
“Morning.”
Daron Dran. Bold as ever, he grabbed her breast.
Of course, Grace was naked too, so her bare tit was kneaded freely in Baron Dran's hand. Without time to process the situation, the grand duchess let out a massive scream.
“KyaAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!”
...
Fuck, she's loud. Good thing I turned on the soundproof magic tool just in case.
“B-B-Baron Dran, what is this?!”
Grace bolted upright, covering her vital spots with the blanket. Her clothes were scattered on the floor below the bed.
“Right now, we...”
Grace's eyes darted around as she tried to assess the situation. Empty bottles everywhere, stains of sticky fluids...
It was obvious to anyone.
“We... did it...?”
“I never imagined I'd get to mix bodies with you, Grand Duchess. It was an honor.”
“Why are you so brazen about it! You raped me!”
“Pardon? We did it with mutual consent. We drank a ton together, our hearts aligned, and we shared a night of passion.”
“Booze... booze?”
Grace ruffled her messy hair, straining to recall last night.
As if. I'd been using her like a living onahole, slipping in suggestions between thrusts, just like Elis taught me. No major worries there. In fact, Grace couldn't remember last night at all.
Of course, that wasn't all. While she was lost in the drug-induced hypnosis, I'd done a bunch of groundwork.
First off, I couldn't make her completely forget trying to drug me. No suggestion could fully rewrite memories like that. But I did manage to make her blank out from a certain point onward.
“After pouring the wine... I don't remember anything after that.”
“Didn't I accidentally drop the glass before I drank?”
“Dropped it?”
“Yeah. The glass you brought shattered, so we switched to the fresh ones here. Then we kept drinking.”
The grand duchess had zero memory after first pouring the wine. By casually mentioning I hadn't drunk from the untainted glass, she concluded her plan had failed.
And instead...
“After that, we brought more booze—not just wine—and drank several more rounds.”
“Did I say to drink more?”
“You actually ordered the servants outside to bring a few more bottles.”
All those bottles here? My command to her last night made that possible.
It was stone-cold truth that she'd ordered the servants for more booze. What she didn't know was that I'd made her do it...
She'd never figure that out. Even if she checked with the servants later, it'd check out—they'd brought it on her orders.
“E-even so, I wouldn't have allowed... sex.”
“We were alone in a room. With booze fueling us, why wouldn't sparks fly between a young man and woman?”
Grace was in a super ambiguous spot right now. She couldn't remember what we'd talked about to get her so entranced, but with the extra drinking beyond her plan, my story held no contradictions.
Young guy and girl get wasted and fuck up? Happens every day.
Grace clutched her confused head, then realized something odd.
“Wait. You slept with me?”
“Yes.”
“I... um.”
She hesitated, then spilled a secret. If we'd really fucked, it was safe to mention.
“To protect my virginity... there's a spell on there.”
“Ah, right. It was a pain to deal with.”
I pulled back the blanket and whipped out my pride and joy.
“Eep?!”
“But it was no match for my cock.”
“...It's huge.”
Her innate slut nature shone through—Grace eyed the unfamiliar dick with shock and curiosity.
“Want to check for yourself?”
“A-are you insane? You gonna stick it in again?!”
“Huh? I meant with your hand...”
“Ah... haha. Hahaha.”
Grace laughed awkwardly and turned away, slipping her own fingers into her pussy to check. She'd soon confirm her hymen was gone.
And...
“Baron Dran. D-don't tell me you came inside raw...?”
“I tried for a condom, but you said since it was your first time, you wanted to feel it raw...”
“I did?”
“It was a dangerous day, but you said you had birth control pills, so it was fine to creampie.”
I'd already clocked her cycle during sex. I dropped info she couldn't know unless she said it herself.
“Do you... regret it?”
“I... don't know.”
Grace knew her own perversions. With her exhibitionist kink, she couldn't deny it. And me knowing that? Direct hit to make her trust me.
“Ah, last night I learned all about your kinks, Grand Duchess. Like your exhibitionism, for one.”
“...”
Grace went dead silent. The smart bitch looked caught red-handed in some huge fuckup, mouth flapping wordlessly.
“D-did I say that...?”
“Yep. You did.”
You crazy slut... did you blab that shit again?
Her face burned crimson as she buried herself in the blanket. Must be mortifying as fuck. First time with a guy she just met, and spilling all her twisted kinks too.
“So...”
Grace peeked out from the blanket, eyes on me.
“What now?”
“Breakfast together?”
“This isn't the time! If Father finds out we spent the night, I'll survive, but you won't, Baron Dran.”
“Worried about me?”
“W-well...”
Grace Nova. Falls for love easier than expected. Or nah, just a slut, so easy conquest? Either way, she didn't seem too pissed about fucking me.
“We can cover it up clean.”
“R-right...”
Regaining her senses, Grace decided to bail ASAP. Kasid Nova not showing up yet meant he was clueless about his daughter and some outsider.
“Baron Dran. Forget today happened.”
“Forget popping the famous Grand Duchess Grace Nova's cherry? No way.”
“Popping... Baron, that's crude. Whatever, I won't care if you forget or not—just don't blab.”
“Grand Duchess. Forgot last night?”
I grinned and grabbed her wrist as she started dressing.
She flinched at my sudden casual tone but didn't resist my forcefulness.
“Last night?”
“We agreed to help each other.”
“Help how? With what?”
I shoved her hand aside and fingered her pussy.
“Hng... what're you doing?”
“From yesterday, we're partners who relieve each other's lust.”
“What the hell? Last night was a mistake—no more with you! You're the crown princess's— ngh, stop... stooop...”
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch♥
“Forget eating the Empire.”
“W-wait... how do you... did I spill that too?”
No memory post-wine, so my knowing shocked her again.
“But I'll give you everything else you want.”
“You don't even know what I want!”
“Freedom from your father. A guaranteed comfy life. And... a man.”
“...Clothes♥ W-wait...”
“Independence from Dad? I'll help. Tons of cash and a warm home? Got you. Sex? Exhibitionism or whatever kink, I'll enable it all.”
“Ah. Ohohoho♥”
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch♥
“In return, follow me. Worried about my low status? Don't be. I'll climb higher and claim you properly.”
No real memory of the fuck—just a one-nighter—yet my male vow to possess her made her pussy quiver.
Grand duchess. A notch below princess... ultra-noble status.
Yet here she was, pussy tormented, clinging vulgarly to some guy.
“Baron Dran... what's this, feels so weird...”
“No booze memory, so it feels like your first time again. This is true mind-break.”
“Ah, ohht. Solo masturbation never hit like thiiiis♥”
“Totally different from your solo wanks, right? Grand Duchess. Fuck me, and you'll have this pleasure forever. Feel that freedom! And...”
“Ah♥♥♥”
“Cum!!!!”
Squiiiirt!!!!!!!
“Cummiiingggoooh♥♥♥♥”
Grace's eyes rolled back, face utterly wrecked as she came like a slut.