Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Aira, Flower of Evil #12
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Aira's slender fingers slipped into my pants.
At the same time, her body pressed even closer against my back from behind.
The soft sensation of her breasts against my back was vividly felt, and the pleasant scent wafting from Aira's body overwhelmed my nose in an instant.
Throb, throb—.
My cock was already standing tall toward the sky, no preparation needed.
Aira wasn't the type to initiate physical contact with others.
I'd licked her body before, but she'd never touched mine in return.
She was a haughty queen, after all.
I figured she'd never lay a hand on someone beneath her—
That's what I'd naively assumed.
So I'd thought nothing would happen even if we shared a bed.
But tonight's Aira felt somehow different.
Was it the rare night stroll through the streets that stirred something in her?
"Theo. I'm curious now. About what kind of person you are."
The fingers wrapping silkily around my cock were cooler than I'd expected.
That chill made the sensation even more striking against my throbbing, heated shaft.
Silkily—.
When that cool palm gripped my cock like it owned it, I finally understood the idiom "having one's weakness seized."
"Theo, this. Why's it like this?"
Her small palm made me feel utterly captured. Just that light squeeze had me like a deer caught in a noose.
I really couldn't move a muscle, in every sense.
"Answer me. Why's it so hard?"
Aira kept whispering hot breaths into my ear. Was she truly clueless, or was this just an extension of her torment?
Either way, my position—forced to answer—filled me with a shameful sense of humiliation.
I was struck anew by the fact that I had to respond to Aira's questions.
Superior and subordinate.
Command and obedience.
Like a master ordering a dog to show its belly to confirm loyalty.
I had to answer this to prove my loyalty to Aira.
"Hmm? Why's it so hot? Why won't you answer? Don't make me ask four times."
"It's... because you're touching it, Lady Aira."
This was our relationship.
Aira taking or demanding whatever she wanted from me, unilaterally.
But tonight felt different somehow.
Hard to explain, but not like anything before.
I sensed the 'role' I'd built up until now might crumble here, so I needed to end this quickly.
I'd thought everything was under my control.
This deviation made me anxious.
No. Not too late yet.
"...Wise Lady Aira must already know, but I'm not some eunuch. Please let go now, Lady Aira."
But Aira's grip on my body showed no sign of loosening.
She whispered in my ear, moist as wet silk.
"But I haven't confirmed it yet."
Stroke, stroke, stroke stroke stroke—.
Aira's hand began gliding along my shaft from base to tip.
A woman stroking a man's cock—it could only mean one thing.
She wanted me to cum.
"Theo, it's been almost a year since we met. But thinking about it, I don't know much about you."
Stroke stroke stroke, stroke—.
Honestly, Aira's technique was nothing to write home about.
Just shaking my cock up and down.
Monotonous and awkward, like a pubescent kid's first wank.
Yet Aira was the prettiest girl among all I knew.
That alone—her wanting my release, stroking me—was more than enough to build electric pleasure from my tailbone.
The feel of her breasts against my back.
The sweet breath tickling my ear.
All elements to drive a man mad.
Everyone whispered that sly monk Theo had bewitched Aira.
But the truth was the opposite.
Who was caught in the web? Who was bewitched?
"—Theo, tell me about yourself."
Stroke stroke.
This pleasure outclassed jerking off with Aira's stockings alone, or fantasizing about thoroughly training the wicked queen Aira.
Lately, work had kept me from relieving my urges, so my sensitivity was steadily building.
At this rate, I might really cum in Aira's hand.
The thought terrified me.
"Lady Aira. Stop, please stop now. The teasing's gone too far."
"No. Are you ordering me right now?"
Squeeze.
Aira gripped my cock like she meant to crush it.
The brief pain dropped my building pleasure a notch.
It halted the imminent climax, but I was still trapped.
"Fine then, Theo. Answer my questions honestly, and I'll let go."
Aira made her offer.
"...What do I need to answer?"
"It's been a year since we met. I know what you are now, but not what you were. Even that you're a half-nymph—I just learned today."
That was news to me too.
"Theo, who were you? Your parents?"
"I was..."
Aira's question touched on something I'd pondered before.
This character Theo's past.
There must be some backstory to how he lived until now, but no real clues.
If any hint existed, it was the name Theo Gospel.
"I was an orphan entrusted to the church. That's why I have the surname Gospel."
"I see?"
The surname Gospel was one the Church of Radiant Flame gave to orphans and illegitimate children.
A marker implying orphan from birth.
Yes, I was an orphan.
A half-fairy orphan.
In this land full of famine, refugees, fallen nobles, and orphans, it was nothing special.
"Then, how did you end up sold as a slave to Elga?"
"That's... I just woke up that way. I swear it's true."
I had no idea why I was in that cage.
I'd gone to sleep for my usual commute, woken in this world as a slave.
But to survive, I did what I had to—and made it this far.
In the form of a sly monk, just like in the novel.
━A real rebellion is coming. That quarry overseer. Interrogate the quarry overseer!
━If it's a lie, you're dead.
To prove my worth, I recited novel episodes I knew—upcoming events.
━The quarry overseer was plotting a revolt. How did you know?
━Well...
It came true, my words like prophecy.
Elga, amused, showed me off to Aira—and here I was. A sly monk.
"So, you remember nothing from before becoming a slave?"
"It's true... Why would I lie to you...?"
"Hmm~. Doesn't seem like a lie. You told the truth, so—."
"You're letting go now?"
"Yep. Now for your reward. Move your hips as much as you want."
"Pardon?"
"Cum, and I'll let go. Then it won't be a lie, right?"
Move my hips freely.
Only one meaning.
Use Aira's hand gripping my cock like an onahole—and jerk off right here.
Was I even allowed?
But with things like this, turning her mood was tough.
To regain freedom, obey.
So I moved my hips.
Forward and back.
Treating her tight grip like a true onahole, thrusting solely to cum fast.
Thrust, thrust—.
The blankets flew, dust rose from the bed—only those sounds filled the room.
Like a horny rabbit or pup mounting its master's hand.
I was a dog.
"This position makes it hard to see your face, Theo. Lie on your back."
Then Aira ordered me to turn.
I shifted from the awkward pose to straddling her lightly, her legs spread wide in an M.
Stroke. Slurp.
Aira licked saliva onto her palm.
Watching warily what she'd do next, she formed a circle with her hand between her spread thighs.
"You can use this."
For real?
"Hurry."
I thrust my rigid cock toward it.
Squish—. Her saliva made it smoother than before.
"Better for you, right?"
"...Yes. Truly wise."
"Then move. Until I say stop. Don't stop."
"......"
Instead of answering, I thrust.
"...Like a dog in heat...."
In the candlelight, Aira's face flushed red—she seemed amused by me shaking my hips into her hand.
Squish, squelch—.
Her saliva mixed with my precum made lewd sounds.
Focusing on her upper body, it felt like I was fucking Aira herself—the position fueled my arousal.
Like pounding the queen's pussy.
"Theo, when you feel like cumming, tell me first. Men sense it coming, right?"
"...Y-yes."
Sweat trickled down my back. The room filled with my panting.
"Hah, hahhh."
"So that's what men are—creatures that shake their hips like this."
Aira watched me like a fun toy, and it pissed me off.
Wicked bitch.
Who was I suffering for?
Don't just let me lick your soap-tasting body—give me the real thing once.
Then maybe real loyalty would form.
Dog bitch. Want to strip her and pound away.
Cursing inwardly, I felt like I was truly raping Aira in my rage.
Was that why?
Climax built fast from my ass, up my waist and back.
"Lady Aira—! Stop, I have to stop now. Please let me.... Hah—."
"......"
I signaled the climax. But Aira just stared, no response.
"Lady Aira...?"
"Don't stop."