A Gaze Alone Could Never Make Me Come — Impossible, Impossible! (※It Wasn't Impossible?!)
Hold on a second.
Let us talk a little about the man called Blas Lepen.
Blas Lepen. What kind of bastard was he?
My friend Kim Mo, who had played this game with real dedication, took one look at the character's conduct and passed judgment like this.
"Aigoo. Pathetic loser of a little shit."
"The hell's your problem? Why are you losing it again?"
"I'm not cursing you, dumbass."
"……Then what?"
"Nah. The guy they trot out as this game's sub male lead has a personality that's a complete circus."
Right. A pathetic loser of a little shit. That was Kim Mo's verdict on Blas Lepen.
So why had Blas been written off so thoroughly by my friend Kim Mo, a player of The Saintess's Flower Garden?
Well……. Because the man called Blas Lepen, inside the game, was timid, and he had not a scrap of boldness in him. Petty, and insidious to the bone.
Borrowing Kim Mo's way of putting it, if you had to sum him up in a single line — a guy who wasn't even a man. That about covered it.
And only after I possessed a body in this world did I finally understand why my friend had judged him that way.
Ha.
This motherfucker…….
"Strip."
A black smile tugged at the corner of Blas's mouth as he said it to the woman standing before his eyes.
Untouched, bright silver hair. Alluring purple eyes with a faint, noble violet sheen. Skin as clean and white as fine porcelain — and yet, here and there, a pink flush had stolen over it, proving she was no marble statue of a goddess, but a living person.
The Saintess, Ilien. No — it would be more accurate to say the one who had been Saintess Ilien. Even so, that shell, at least, was still the beautiful Ilien's, and Blas wanted to take even that much.
Ilien had no shortage of suitors, and Blas had been one of them. Among that crowd, though, he stood at the very outermost edge. Ducal young master or not, the competition had simply been too fierce. Among the bees swarming the flower called Ilien there had been a young genius of the Imperial Knight Order, the heir of the Magic Tower hailed as the greatest magical prodigy in history, and royalty of the other races besides. Set against them, Blas — eldest son of a ducal house though he was — had been, comparatively, nobody at all.
So he had yearned for her, and he had never truly expected to become her lover. He was too insignificant. She was too noble, too beautiful, to be joined to someone like him. And so Blas had done nothing but worship her. He worshipped her lofty grace, and he told himself she would surely be matched with someone far more worthy than he. When that day came, he would bless her from a great distance. He had been certain that was the resolve he had made.
…….
And how had it ended?
She, everyone's idol, had been handled by the likes of mere bandits and dirtied like a cookie dropped on the ground. Her fervent suitors, in the few days while the whore wearing Ilien's shell lay asleep, heard that she had been violated by bandit scum and every last one of them walked away. To be a little more precise, she had chosen a noble annihilation worthy of herself, so dirtied was not quite the right word. Even so, the flesh that remained had been stained with a soot that would never wash out — because the soul of some nameless wanton had seized Ilien's body for its own.
And Blas had witnessed that filthy stain with his own eyes. Pubic hair was plastered thick around her beautiful mouth. A man's cloudy white seed had been splattered across those lush breasts. From the soft pink between her legs, the fluid meant to take a cock was leaking in a steady trickle.
The moment he saw it, his eyes were opened — to the insidious thing inside himself. What he felt, taking that filthy, hideous sight into his vision, was not regret that he had failed to save her. It was regret that he himself had not been the one to defile the Saintess that way, and that he had handed the chance to nothing more than bandits.
Blas had yearned for Ilien. Yearning had become worship, and worship of her — without his even knowing — had curdled back into something base: the wish to drag her down into corruption with his own hands. But he had realized it far too late. The noble Saintess was gone, and only a beautiful, lowly wanton remained.
If that was so, then shouldn't he at least take this bitch who was Ilien's shell, and wring a vicarious satisfaction out of her?
At the order to undress, the shell's face began to burn red with shame.
Ho. And here I thought her a pure harlot. So there's still enough pride left in her to feel shame?
No longer a saintess — a mere shell, a whore — and she dared defy the word of a high noble like him. From the one giving the order, it ought to have been thoroughly unpleasant. And yet Blas found that very reaction welcome. Because all he wanted was to drop her. To defile her. To corrupt her. Even if what stood there was nothing but Ilien's shell, he wanted to ravish, thoroughly, the woman he had once worshipped.
Take off my clothes……?
Bewilderment rose in me at Blas's words. When he invited me to this ducal house, hadn't that meant he would look after me for nothing?
…….
Ah. Now that I thought about it, I wasn't sure he'd ever actually said it would be free.
Even so — I came because he called me after I'd eaten, and out of nowhere he tells me to strip!! That was completely out of line. Feed a person one meal and suddenly you're treating them like some loose whore you can have for the asking!
"What's the matter? Ashamed, are we, for all your airs……? Hah. And yet it seems you bit, sucked, and took it all for that bandit bastard."
"W-wait a minute! That was because of the drug! I'm not that kind of woman……. I mean, I'm not that kind of person!"
Ugh……. My tongue slipped. Calling myself a woman. This was what came of male bastards constantly demanding me as a woman. And in a completely filthy sense, too! So, for the record, I am not a woman! And I am even less the sly, shameless woman he thinks I am……!
Whether or not any of that inner shouting reached him, Blas looked at my refusal and answered with a threat.
"If you do not strip this instant, I will cast you out of this manor."
"……What?"
"Whether a whore like you even knows it, I cannot say, but this Imperial Capital is hardly a safe city after dark."
"Urk……."
"You may well suffer, in the back alleys of the capital, the very same treatment you endured in that cave."
"……."
"Your belly will starve, and the season is cold enough that you may take frostbite. If you still wish to leave, I will not stop you."
The threats kept coming. And yes, I had already guessed as much. That the world outside was not safe enough for a young woman to wander after dark. That even if I went hungry, filling that hunger would be hard. That this body had neither a skill worth money nor the stamina to earn any. Step outside, and it came down to one of two things: have a hole forced open, or open a hole myself.
If that was the choice…….
Of course I didn't want to become a puppet dancing to that man's demands. I absolutely did not. But there was no other way……!! I had no separate means of surviving in a woman's body!
Tears of shame spilled in fat drops even as I began to undress. A soft slide, a whisper of cloth……. Garments brushed past skin, and at last the naked form of the beautiful woman I had possessed was bared once more beneath the moonlight. Snow-white skin. Cherry-blossom areolae standing in contrast against it, and, hidden in the mound below, a tightly closed inner flesh. Elbows and knees flushed ripe with color — from the shame, maybe.
"……Nnh. I took them off. Is this enough now?"
"Yes."
As he said it, Blas's gaze began to crawl, sticky, over my naked body. He simply sat in his chair and quietly watched the body I had been stripped down to. That became five minutes, then ten…… and nearly crept into hours. Even so he stayed where he was, offering nothing but a half-lidded, insidious stare.
Nnh, what the hell……. You didn't strip me so you could mount me like a dog in heat? Why are you dragging this out?
And so I stood there, in front of the man who was looking at me, with nothing but my bare skin on display, and I did not move for dozens of minutes.
And yet — how strange. Was it the cold night wind slipping through the window left a crack open, teasing the sensitive places of this body without pause? Or was it a man's lustful gaze stirring the reproductive instinct of the female body I had possessed? From the lower lips I had kept clenched shut, as if they were begging for something, a sticky, filthy drool began to leak in strings.
"Nnh, whyyy……?! Why on earth, whyyy……♡."
"Heh. Now this is a masterpiece. I have done nothing but look, and you feel pleasure? Just how obscene are you, whore?"
"I'm nooot lewd……. Nnh♡."
"Unconvincing. Dripping slick from your lower hole on a gaze alone, and still you claim you are not obscene."
"Nnh……♡."
"Poor Ilien, truly. However did a filthy soul that lives for nothing but sex come to occupy her body."
The moment cunt-slick began to run from me, the man's mouth burst its banks as well, and the abuse poured out without end. You're a pervert. You're an obscene bitch. Do you feel even a little sorry toward the original owner of that body? A woman of bottomless vulgarity, and so on……. Words far too insulting for one person to spit at another.
And yet, strangely enough, as those words kept coming, the pleasure that had been quietly simmering all this time swelled until it could no longer be ignored, and my body began to burn. My legs twisted together. That shameful place between my thighs would not stop itching.
Huh, whyyy……♡. I wasn't even fed an aphrodisiac, so whyyy?! If this keeps up, I'll really be exactly what that man says I am…….
Don't I look like a pervert, don't I look like a slut!! I have to deny it, I have to deny it♡ I'm not a pervert, I'm nooot……♡
But my mouth-hole, unable to overpower the hunger of my pussy-hole, spilled out the exact opposite of what I had been thinking.
"Nnnnh……♡. Can I rub my pussy with my fingers, pleeease……."
"What did you say?"
"I wanna cuuum, lemme cuuum pleeease……♡. I wanna play with my pussy with my own fingers and cuuum quick, I wannaaa♡."
"……."
"Haaah, it huuurts……. I wanna come, I wanna cooome……. I wanna feel good right nowww."
Wait. What was I even saying? My lips were flapping on their own, spilling obscene words. Nnh, this isn't it. This isn't it……. But, buuut……♡.
Was the sight of me like that simply too ridiculous? Blas's mouth twitched, and then he snorted outright.
"Puhahahaha! Now this is a spectacle!"
"Nnh, ah, I-I dunnooo……. I'm gonna touch my pussy! I wanna come, I wanna cooome!"
"Hey. Wait."
"Y-yeshee……?"
"Who told you that you were free to move as you please?"
A single line from Blas's mouth stopped the fingers that had been heading for that obscene hollow. Eh……♡ Why……? I wanna come. I wanna come right now, nnuuu…….
"Obscene bitch. I will not permit you to come on your fingers."
"Th-then pound me with your cock, ple—"
"Ha. Begging for something far above your station. For a whore like you, I permit neither fingers nor a cock."
"H-hiiik……. Then how am I supposed to come?"
"Who knows. But does a harlot like you even need something to stuff that hole of yours?"
"Eh……?"
Having put the question to me, the man let the corner of his mouth climb again, insidious. Then, without a sound, he shaped the words with his lips alone. The shape of that mouth was telling me this.
Hueeh……? Hiiik……?!
Impossible, impossible, impossibllle……!! How am I supposed to come from a gaze alone! Please, don't just look — fuck me! I wanna come, I wanna come, I'm telling you I wanna come, I wanna cooome……!!
…
…….
And yet.
It should have been an impossible demand. Coming from a gaze alone should have been absolutely out of the question. And still, strangely enough…… perhaps my obscene cunt-hole had answered Blas's demand all on its own. The pleasure down below climbed past the threshold and drove straight toward climax. The sticky fluid running down my thighs grew thinner and thinner, until at last it became a single stream and burst free like creek water pouring down a valley.
"Haaah, nooo, no, nooo……!! I'm coming! I'm comiiing……!! Nnh, hork……♡."
I hit my peak and my posture collapsed with it. I caught myself on the table beside me and sprayed the obscene fluid gushing from my pussy all over it. Then what was left of my strength gave out completely, and my frail body folded down onto that lewd essence. I had collapsed face-first across a table fouled with my own slick.
"Hnnnuu……♡ Hnnnh♡."
Blas looked at me like that, wore a satisfied expression, and tossed a single line my way.
"The departed Saintess would weep if she saw this."
"Hnnh, haah……♡."
"Wondering however a great slut like this came to take my body. Kuhut, kuhuhuhu……."
Nooo…….
I'm not a slut. I'm not a pervert eiiither.
I'm not lewd, I said…….
Hnnh♡