Diaochan (3)
I stared, riveted, at Diaochan's body as she stepped close enough to touch.
"..."
Flawless, porcelain skin. Smooth, graceful curves. And even the faint, lovely fragrance that seemed to drift from her every pore.
Dressed in something thin and gauzy, Diaochan held her posture without the slightest concern for my naked appraisal.
A flinch.
So she wasn't entirely unmoved after all?
Diaochan had been sitting with impeccable composure, but the moment I shifted my arm, her whole body jolted, as if tensing at what was to come.
Honestly, it astonished me every time we met.
Just what was a woman's body made of, that it could give off a scent so fresh and sweet?
Differences of degree aside, every woman I had ever met carried some lovely fragrance about her.
Some smelled of blossoms, light and airy; others carried the green sweetness of ripening fruit.
They say a woman's body gives off an aroma that stirs a man's blood — I vaguely remembered hearing it had something to do with the difference between female and male hormones, though I never learned the details.
...But this much was certain: whatever a scent meant to seduce men was supposed to be, it wasn't this.
She wore neither soap nor perfume, so how could a human body naturally produce a fragrance like this?
Simply put, this world was strange.
Hm. Hold on.
Now that I'd grown somewhat accustomed to Diaochan's scent, a question occurred to me.
If women smelled of flowers and fruit... what did I smell like?
"M-Master..."
Seo Yeo was no help as a reference — she never seemed to have a spare moment to smell anything at all.
She simply converted every sensation I gave her into pleasure, which made it impossible to draw conclusions.
"You beast! I said stop, I said stop...?!"
Lü Bu, resisting me with what little strength her hands could muster, had been much the same.
All her effort went into enduring the pleasure without blacking out; she'd shown no particular reaction to scent.
As for the Peach Sisters... I couldn't say, seeing as we'd only been together the once.
Even going diligently about their duties, they still jumped and put distance between us whenever I so much as came near.
I supposed the shock of that first night ran deep.
Then again, I had let the leash of my reason slip a little that time.
If any woman had ever reacted to my scent, it would have to be Cao Cao.
"What a feral scent you carry about you."
"...What are you talking about, all of a sudden?"
After we'd tumbled about for a while, Cao Cao, wrapped around me from behind, had buried her face in the nape of my neck and murmured exactly that.
"It's a compliment, so no need to look so bewildered. At least to me, it's a most alluring scent."
"..."
"So... shall we go another round?"
After that, any time we might have spent talking went instead to lips locked together and more tumbling about, so no definite conclusion was ever reached.
Still, one thing was clear: she hadn't reacted negatively.
"Diaochan."
"Yes, Master...?!"
Before Diaochan could respond, I reached out and pulled her firmly into my arms.
"...? ...?!"
Startled by my sudden move, she went rigid, unable to take a single action.
I whispered softly to the woman nestled in my embrace.
"There's something I'm curious about. What do I smell like to you?"
"Do you mean... your scent, Master?"
When I gave a small nod, Diaochan buried her face even deeper into me and drew in an enormous breath.
...There was really no need to inhale quite that hard.
She was taking this far too seriously.
So thinking, I waited for her answer — and after a long while of devoted attention to my scent, Diaochan finally reacted.
"...Haaah."
"Hm?"
Not at all in the way I had expected.
Something about the way she was breathing seemed... off.
"Ssss... haa."
"...Diaochan?"
Squirming as she pressed her face deeper into my chest, she drew the question out of me.
"...Master."
"What is it?"
Then Diaochan slowly lifted her head and met my eyes.
Sensing something distinctly off about her air, I asked again — and she answered.
"I'm sorry."
"What do you mean by...?!"
Just as I had done to her moments before, Diaochan pounced on me before the words had even left my mouth.
"Mm..."
At the sudden turn of events, all I could do was hang a question mark over my own head.
Diaochan had kissed me first.
"Chuu..."
And even then, as if something were still lacking, she moved with startling boldness.
Awkward as it was, the way her tongue slipped in and entwined with mine of its own accord was more than enough to fluster me.
What was with this reaction, beyond anything I could have imagined?
...Could she have a scent fetish?
That was a taste I truly never saw coming.
Feeling my senses swim in the fragrance now rolling off her in waves, I moved my arms.
Diaochan was so absorbed in keeping her lips on mine no matter how I shifted that, trusting touch alone, I had little trouble undressing her.
"Mmnh... chuu..."
She showed absolutely no intention of letting go.
What was one supposed to do in this situation?
Worried that forcibly peeling her away would sour the mood, I simply kept moving as I was.
With nothing before my eyes but Diaochan's exquisite, trembling beauty, I closed them for the time being.
Blind now, I leaned on the sensitivity of my fingertips and slowly mapped out her lovely body.
"Nnh..."
We had done nothing but kiss, yet when my fingers found her already dampened folds, Diaochan's whole body shuddered.
Confirming that she was indeed reacting, I pressed the advantage and set upon that spot with relentless focus.
"Mmnh—?!"
So all the experience I'd banked hadn't gone to waste.
Tormented by my fingers, Diaochan was brought to her peak in short order.
"Mmph..."
And even then she refused to break the kiss — what terrifying tenacity.
...All right, now I had a rough idea how to handle her.
I was in sleepwear myself, dressed just as lightly as she was, so shedding my own clothes posed no difficulty either.
The moment something flaunting its full majesty made its appearance, Diaochan — stimulated further still, if anything — pressed her body flush against mine.
Most women would at least spare it a glance. How peculiar she was.
When Diaochan tensed her thighs and raised herself up slightly, I took my proudly standing length in hand and searched for her entrance.
Locating her folds by feel alone was a novel experience in its own right.
A brief moment of searching.
Found it.
Having located the place to sheathe myself between them, I lined us up and, without hesitation, took hold of Diaochan's lovely hips.
A lewd squelch!
"Mmnh...?!"
As I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto me, she shuddered once more at the sensation of being split open.
I worried for an instant that it might hurt her, but Diaochan instead began rolling her hips, stoking my desire.
At that bewitching, vixen-like display I felt the last of my reason fray, and I began to move in earnest.
Plap! Plap!
The sound of our mingling tongues and the obscene, wet slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room.
Several minutes passed with the two of us sharing our affection face to face, lost entirely in each other.
"Nngh—!!"
"Kh—?!"
As her passage — already spent countless times — clamped down tight around me, I spilled my pearly seed deep inside her.
"...Ah."
With that first round concluded, Diaochan at last seemed to come back to herself, parting our lips and facing me.
"So you're finally back."
I teased her as her eyes slowly regained their focus.
"I thought my lips were going to fall off."
"A-Ah..."
At my words, Diaochan bowed her head deep and flushed scarlet — a rare sight indeed.
"To think that I, whose duty is to serve you, Master, neglected my office in my haste to sate my own desires..."
"It's fine. It was quite the novel experience for me too."
"...It is not fine."
"Hm?"
Murmuring so, Diaochan lifted her hips and drew me out of herself.
Wondering what she was suddenly about, I watched her — then startled at the action her lowered head revealed.
"Whoa, wait — what are you doing?"
"Cleaning the body of yours that I have soiled—"
"Let's leave that for later."
Diaochan looked up, puzzlement plain on her face.
"But in the books I have studied—"
"Later, I said."
"...As you wish."
When I firmly put a stop to it, Diaochan obediently let the matter drop.
From the look of things, she'd been about to clean me with her mouth, but even I could tell that right now, that part of me was in no state to be licked.
Bloodstained as it was, having her tend to it with her tongue seemed a bridge too far.
Demanding such a thing purely to indulge my own sense of conquest would have pricked my conscience.
I looked her square in the eye and said,
"Forget that — time for round two."
"..."
"I'm curious to see just how long you can last."
"...I shall give it my utmost."
Diaochan's face settled into an expression of grim resolve.
Well, judged purely on results, she held out to roughly the same degree as Cao Cao had.
...So this was the mettle of a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.
I honestly couldn't decide whether it was Cao Cao, matching Diaochan, who was impressive, or Diaochan, matching Cao Cao.
One thing was certain: both had lasted far longer than any ordinary woman.
Of course, the tally fell woefully short of wearing me down, so while Diaochan took her rest, I pulled Seo Yeo — still standing sentinel by the door — into my arms and enjoyed her instead.
For all the times our bodies had joined, Seo Yeo remained as hopeless as ever between the sheets.
...Which, come to think of it, was probably why she never batted an eye no matter how many women I added to the household.