Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Liv Night (2)
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The tea times of blooming young ladies were always a battlefield of endless chatter. The topics varied widely. Gossip from recent academy happenings, light debates on magic, or sharing info on market prices.
But the undisputed favorite was the deep, secretive talk about love and marriage proposals.
Under the guise of ladylike refinement, their beautifully adorned curiosity about sex blossomed into hushed tales of the risqué among noble daughters.
Things like ways to seduce a man in bed, exercises to tone lower-body muscles. Even routes to buy hard-to-get sex toys from the canteen without anyone batting an eye.
Of course, for Liv, whose relatively unaristocratic life kept her distant from such things, these cheek-flushing stories weren't something she encountered often.
The occasional smutty novels floating around the academy, deemed obscene by authorities, were also outside her interests.
Though she had many friends her age, no one bothered tossing sexual jokes at the stone-faced Liv, who always sat expressionless, lost in her books.
But even she, who lived with half the outside world blocked off, caught wind of certain stories.
"Really? Liv, you actually need a condom? Not for some experiment, right...?"
Her roommate Karen, who eyed her suspiciously while handing over her own contraceptive, shared a lot about private matters since they bunked together.
Liv had forgotten the details, but she'd heard about Karen's first time once.
"It just hurt. Head all dizzy, room stuffy and sweaty, felt gross. Stomach like something foreign inside, and the next day... ugh, forget it. Masturbation felt way better."
"But I heard it's not always like that. If the chemistry's right, it feels so good your whole body shakes, right?"
Even that was hard for Liv to grasp. Back when she worked at the canteen, touching her belly with Louis had sparked an indescribable feeling, so she'd looked into it.
On a careful night when her roommate was out, she hiked up her clothes and pressed her stomach. Nothing.
Feeling foolish, she dropped it and never gave sex another thought.
She figured mind-blowing pleasure was for other people.
Even taking Louis inside for the first time felt the same.
Squelch—.
"Ngh. Hnnght."
"Does it hurt?"
"N-No. Nothing."
With just a thin rubber layer between, his thing forced into her tight channel. First, his size beyond imagination choked her breath. Her legs went weak, thighs failing to hold power, so she instinctively craned her neck for a kiss.
"Haup, mmph... H-How is it? Feels... good?"
"And you, Baroness?"
"I..."
Hard to say. A subtle sensation. Definitely not thrashing-in-ecstasy level.
"It's fine. You'll get used to it soon."
Liv hated how Louis said it like he knew everything. It implied he'd done this with other women before, unlike her.
Squelch, squelch. Facing him on the sofa with shallow thrusts continuing, Liv turned her head with a pout.
Her breasts jiggling each time her body lifted felt a bit embarrassing.
"Doesn't have to get used to it. This kind of thing..."
"You said it felt good earlier."
"That's...! Different!"
"Should I rub your belly too?"
His hand lightly swept up her abdomen.
Gulp. Tension built in her lower body unconsciously; Liv swallowed hard.
She hesitated a moment, then nodded. It was her idea anyway. And with him poking her lower belly constantly, some warm relief might help.
"...Do whatever, ngh."
"Turn this way."
To let him reach her belly easily, she twisted half around, leaning back against him.
And soon after, the anomaly began.
Drip.
At first, it felt like a drop of lukewarm water falling on her forehead while lying in bed.
A mere 0.05 grams of impact, just enough to stir her mind slightly.
Drip, drip.
But as time passed, the sensation periodically prodded somewhere, waking body and mind. Like water torture on rock. That's when Liv sensed something off.
And finally—
Squish.
"Ahhng!?"
His cock plunged deep inside, hitting somewhere, and a moan escaped as her toes curled tight.
Startled, she looked down at her belly, lightly pressed by Louis's hand.
His huge thing inside made her lower abdomen bulge more than usual, sending sharp electric signals from the curve.
"W-Wait, Boss. Just now..."
"Yes?"
"That spot..."
"Here?"
Squelch!
"Hiyaang~!?"
This time, her waist buckled clearly. Louis immediately noticed her reaction in the tightening channel.
One hand gripping her soft breast, he kindly showed her the spot that had made her feel it intensely before.
Right below the navel, opposite the outer belly spot she usually pressed—toward the cervix.
"You feel it deep inside, Baroness."
"D-Deep, hng, inside..."
"Here. The tight end where the tip can't go further. You know where."
Her head whipped in panic; he rubbed inside and out more blatantly, stickily.
Liv couldn't help knowing her erogenous zone now.
Her body's most precious, deepest organ.
Prodded and kneaded mercilessly, pleasure signals exploded in her brain.
"Hngg! Haht, hek, not there! That's precious... hiaang! Not supposed to touch...!"
"You gave it to me. So no worries."
"I di'nnnot, w-wait! Just permitted a bit... hngk!!"
His cock levered up her cervix; her lost hands trembled in air. Light climax with juices gushing.
Even in the vice-tight channel hindering movement, the part pressing the entrance was hard to pull out. Hugging from behind made it worse. Each press on the bulging below-navel spot drove her mad with pleasure.
"No, there, dangerous...! Hiyang! Hands, off!!"
"You said touch here too. Too much? Pull out a bit?"
Squelch—!
He pulled back instead; the tip scraped the entrance it had just rubbed. Her body convulsed toward climax after climax, mind going white.
Splurt! Spurt!
The slightly withdrawn spot hypersensitive. Outer hand-pressure contracted muscles, exposing more.
Into the slick pleasure-path, stronger thrust. Flicking cervix harder than a water drop. Climaxing her again.
"Ahk, hnggg—!"
Hand, belly, womb, glans glued, burning every pleasure nerve below. Felt like her body conquered by his hand.
Nothing she could do. Just clench to feel good or make him feel good.
Her prim neatness, near-expressionless haughtiness—all melted by his pleasure.
Liv realized this intense, stimulating, scary-yet-addictive climax habit etched deep in her brain.
Ah, this is dangerous.
"Change position? Hard to move properly like this."
And it'll get more dangerous.
Her naive plan to captivate Louis, leaving no room for other women.
One sensitive womb made her certain she'd crave his pleasure forever instead.
"B-Boss..."
"Yes?"
"Don't... discard me...? To the end. Take responsibility?"
"Haha, what's that."
Tears of pleasure streaming, Liv nearly collapsed, reaching back to cling, pleading.
"Of course. Can't run now."
His words as he resumed let her relax into climax.
"Haak, hnght... W-Wait, break, hngk!"
Feels good. Too damn good. Coming to, I was totally lost in Liv.
Ant-slim waist, sweat-matted scattered hair, stubbornly taking my cock to the end yet denying creampie.
Sobbin' under me on the sofa ignited mad conquest lust.
Her weakness so exposed—crush the womb a bit, press front-back mercilessly, and she folds helplessly. Cutest thing.
And each time, clenching like it'd snap my dick. Made me wanna torment more.
"Hng, aght, hnght...!"
Dozens of minutes pressing doggy with more weight, ejaculation sense rising. Kinda wasteful, I thought.
So sensitive now with condom; raw, how much wilder would our Baroness get?
Logically no, but her pullin' male instinct craved flooding that naughty womb deep.
I whispered in her melted ear.
"Gonna cum soon."
"Ngh, yes..."
"No pill, risky, right?"
"Never, hnght! Absolutely not..."
Rubbin' her lower belly softly, she sobbed, shaking head wildly. Strangely, I got her worry.
No basis, but felt like one creampie and she'd impregnate instantly.
"Hng, later..."
Liv glared teary-eyed, bit lower lip shyly.
"Later, anytime, ahng, creampie me, so now..."
"Got it."
Least after graduation, or mastering unique magic and reviving her house.
Today, condom it was. The pressure alone climaxed her wide-eyed again.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. During the blissful release, I kissed her trembling lips in my arms.
After, spent Liv eyed the cock from her and the knotted condom.
"Water here."
"Thanks..."
Sipping, she peeked curiously. Handed the tied condom; she wore odd mix of joy and regret.
"What?"
"N-Nothing. Did I... do good?"
"Yes. Perfect. Felt amazing."
"..."
No reply, but undeniable smile bloomed. Barely holding waist, she neared triumphantly.
"Means I'm better than her."
"Adella?"
"Yeah. You came... so much. I match you better."
"Hmm, well..."
Tearin' another condom from the table.
"We'll know when these are gone."
"Huh...?"
Last with Adella was about ten? No rubber then, fuzzy count.
Three left—perfect.
"Rest more?"
"Ah, uh...?"
Dumbstruck mouth agape, I offered water carefully.
"Or more water?"
Thud.
Condom slipped from her hand to floor.
'Ah... what time is it?'
Liv barely lifted her limp body from the sofa. Outside dark, fireplace embers pulsing like heartbeat, dying.
Grabbing water for parched throat, mirror showed tear tracks and flushed cheeks lingering from passion—like tragic heroine.
"..."
Louis slept on the floor. Recalling hours-ago bliss, she clutched belly unconsciously.
Water down, she slipped off sofa quietly, lay beside him.
Trembling hand stroked his tousled hair.
"Ngh..."
Sharp reaction from slight touch; she understood his subconscious now.
Very gently, slowly, Liv hugged him.
Headside: crumpled outer clothes scattered.
Stretching, she covered floor-sleeping Louis. Pocket-peeking paper caught eye.
'Better no one sees this.'
Read contents last, tossed into still-warm fireplace without hesitation.
"Mm... Baroness? What's... up?"
"N-Nothing. Sleep."
Forcing sleepy riser down, placed his hand on her belly; he dropped head back to dreams.
Liv sighed relief, closed eyes.
Hoping from tomorrow, she'd make days happy enough to bury his miserable past.
—This shouldn't have happened... Damn, too late.
—Winning with just two is impressive. You'd have just hindered.
—Result's this. If we were stronger...
—If Louis's oath breaks, what happens?
—Louis? Or continent?
—Both.
—Exactly as you think, Whitelett.
—Nova's right. That's why I opposed from start.
—...
—Moment your kingdom and Holy Nation summoned this poor kid to catch Demon King, you loosed the arrow.
—At least he knows.
—Then?
—Tell garrison back in Thessalon. If these two show, never let in. They'll turn back.
—...For Eris?
—Yeah. Then head to empire's secret path you told.
—Before Bahran, I'll detour Sandalphonia. Location?
—Pharenchia. Seems fitting. I'll tell the king. Even war with Holy Nation, he'll block Louis losing hero power.
—Guarantee he endures alone? You saw—last, not sane.
—So he'll cling to last reason thread.
—If berserk? Pharenchia small granary, but Helzev rampage level? Nothing left.
—True. I'll watch from lighthouse...
—Worst, raze academy.
—Sane?
—What's hero? Protecting good. Amid war-unrelated innocents, he'll revert bit by bit. Who knows? Flower-crowned idiot girl might stick and care.
—Touch temper, damage huge.
—Must bear all. Whitelett, Greenwood forest deaths? Too far to weigh lives.
—Still...
—Whitelett, Louis must keep oath.
—...
—Guard Raviel Mountains. No demon crosses.
—Back to lighthouse. Research left. Some for academy blueprints.
—Feed Yongyong. Bye all. Louis, bye.
Sorry.
—Terra...? Whitelett? Nova?
Ah.
—Eris...