Chapter 101
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 101
Chapter Title: Have a Taste
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"Have a taste."
Eclair, following Rike's lead, ended up in a maid outfit so uncomfortable she wanted to bite her tongue off, even lifting her skirt in an utterly outrageous pose. The trigger for all this started from something trivial... or rather, a pretty significant worry.
...
...
Not just herself—Rike said she felt the same.
When she mated with Roman, his endless stamina always overwhelmed her. At some point, she'd tire out and drift off without realizing it.
The delicacy and caution she felt from his brutishly large hands. Sensing his affection there, knowing he cherished and respected her, her mental barriers crumbled, leaving her helplessly soaked in bliss.
His broad, warm embrace surely played a big role in her deep sleep too.
If asked her honest feelings about satisfaction in bed with Roman? She'd firmly declare that no greater pleasure should exist in this world.
The ecstasy from sating that desire was still so addictively intense that facing Roman made her body heat up on reflex.
She knew Roman—always keeping his nails trimmed short—was more delicate and special than other men in the Empire.
She wasn't without experience or rumors heard.
In bed, Roman only whispered sweet, pleasing words and acted accordingly; she'd give him a perfect 100 without hesitation. So, coldly speaking, what score would Roman give her?
'Not 100, that's for sure...'
These tiny, petty niggles kept piling up.
Physiologically, feeling him thrust deep into her womb and ejaculate repeatedly felt good... but she'd never seen him stop and look satisfied.
'I heard it's usually the opposite for men and women...?'
From the scraps of knowledge Eclair had picked up eavesdropping, men climaxed quick and easy, while women took longer to heat up—longer than men—with higher bars for satisfaction, demanding double the time, care, and effort.
She knew better than to judge a platinum adventurer by ordinary standards. Still, thinking about their future, she couldn't ignore the worry.
Even now, sharing a bed with Roman, she hadn't shaken her passivity since that first bold night—her most daring yet.
She'd thought wielding her body was her one true strength, but emotions got in the way, and it didn't move as fluidly as she'd imagined.
What had come over her mind that day to confess and act so brazenly?
Even now, she hadn't fully adapted to baring herself before him. When he caressed her bare skin or suckled her breasts like a babe, shame bleached her mind blank.
She felt Roman giving her time to adjust without pushing, so she was making her own efforts to overcome it. Image training, and such...
'...Maybe talk to Rike about it.'
Embarrassing as hell, but among women, she was the only one Eclair could broach this with. She'd vaguely thought to do it someday.
Click- knock-
As she slipped a shirt over her undergarments, preparing to leave Roman's place after their time together, her eyes drifted unwittingly to the clothes hanging in the living room to dry.
'Ma... maid outfit? No servants in this house...?'
Rubbing her eyes didn't change it—it was unmistakably a maid uniform.
But hardly a normal one. Shamelessly revealing, zero practicality... coarse fabric too. Weird all around.
Rumors about Roman flooded her mind at once.
"..."
She seized that vague "someday" by summoning the delivery right then.
Timing it for academy lunch, Rike slipped out to join her for a meal and tea, carving out a short but intense private moment.
The answer to her burning question was simple.
"Ah! That maid outfit you saw, sis? That's mine."
"...Why?"
Rike flashed a seductive smile at her puzzled look and delivered her rehearsed line.
"Because Oppa likes it when I wear it."
Her teacup never wavered; pure confidence laced her words.
"As expected..."
She'd half-guessed it, figured it had to be, but the blunt confirmation left her oddly hollow, strength draining away.
"You should wear it too, sis. Oppa would love it."
"..."
She didn't want to wear it, but couldn't say she hated the idea. She was painfully aware she only took from Roman.
To prove her love ran deeper than anyone's. She'd boldly vowed to bear him any number of children—but right now, that was just empty talk.
Receiving priceless treasures and irreplaceable emotions left and right. Hiding behind "adaptation," she'd never once asked what he wanted in bed first, or given it.
In the bedroom, she was always a broken doll—purely passive.
Letting it slide despite knowing... wasn't that betraying Roman's respect for her feelings?
'Roman...'
Looking back, even she was sick of her own frustrating behavior.
Just loving him more than anyone in her heart without acting—what made that different from her mistake with Chloe?
She couldn't repeat that horrific blunder.
Grip-
Frustration dug her nails into her palm.
Knight and courage went hand in hand. Eclair spat out what was on her mind raw to Rike.
"If I wore it... would Roman really like it?"
Rike's purple eyes flew wide mid-sip, surprise plain. Then she smiled softly.
"Of course. The thrill alone of your lover going out of their way for you—that's plenty, right?"
Words that pierced every bond, lover or family—practically universal truth.
"...Well said. A foolish question."
"Not foolish at all. In your shoes, I'd have asked the same."
"..."
She'd resolved to try something Roman would love, but no concrete plan formed.
As she chewed her lower lip in thought, a coaxing, honeyed voice tempted her.
"Sis. Want my help? I know Oppa's tastes inside out."
Age and status be damned if there was wisdom to gain.
Today, she'd learn from Rike how to please Roman even more.
And so, right now!
No enlightenment... but after days of mental fortitude training, she endured the body-melting shame and scorching humiliation.
Maid-clad, skirt hiked high, she held the pose. Dazed Roman bolted up and closed in.
"Both of you—stay just like that..."
His voice firmer than usual. That stern tone sent a strange thrill rippling through her.
His beastly eyes burned with raw excitement—proof Rike's advice held water, at least.
He closed in, arms snaking around both waists in a tight embrace, hands sliding downward.
His palms claimed handfuls of butt flesh—different textures, warm and yielding, fingers sinking deep. The garter belt's thin line cutting between cheeks added a jarring edge.
"Aang!"
"Eut..."
Rike's unfiltered moan, Eclair's stifled gasp. No joke—mental high alone could make him cum.
With Rike, this was old hat. Eclair? He'd figured it'd take ages or a perfect trigger, even if she offered.
Whatever sparked this, skipping out would be a massive loss this far into life.
"No clue why you're both suddenly so damn pretty... but any man turning down this treat is insane. Keep those skirts hiked."
He eased his hands over their rears, slipping into fully bared panties.
One thing in common: both sopping with arousal.
Middle fingers teased their entrances side to side, stoking insertion fever.
"Hueung-! Ang! So... mean."
Rike's skirt-gripping hands quivered as she nuzzled his shoulder.
"Eut...! Huwik...!"
Eclair's flushed face gritted teeth against her moans.
She inched her butt back, fighting the pleasure, but soon panted hot breaths and slumped her head on his shoulder.
As he poised to plunge fingers inside, Rike clutched both his arms.
"Oppa... hold on... Huuik..."
"Yeah?"
At her plea, he withdrew from their panties—fingers gleaming with sticky slickness.
Rike nudged him back onto the bed, tugged down his bottoms, and freed his precum-drooling cock.
"Hueung... Today it's service... but also senior's lesson. Heup...!"
Pink tongue flicked out, laving the shaft's underside to tease him. Watching, he pieced together why this was happening.
"W-What...! With your mouth...?"
To keep Eclair's fire stoked amid her wide-eyed shock, he beckoned.
"K- Eclair. Come here."
Too awkward calling her Kitty in front of Rike, given her status... neck bell and cat ears nearly slipped it out naturally.
She seemed resolved today too—room for bolder tries.
"...C-Coming."
He seized her hesitantly approaching hips—brimming with healthy allure—fondling as she watched Rike work.
"Euut...!"
Small kiss mark on her exposed upper cleavage; he savored Rike's hot mouth without missing a beat.
"Chubop... Haa... Even I'm embarrassed... Hueup..."
Rike wasn't totally at ease either.
But the fresh thrill hit hard—ejaculation built faster than usual.
As his cock twitched, Rike ramped up strokes, tongue maxing out on the glans.
"Huu- Here it comes...!"
Rike clamped his thighs, burying her face deep in his groin.
Byubuk- Buk...! Byuput-! Byurrr...
"Eup!! Kup...! Keuhup-!"
Throat gulping his load, eyes tearing up, Rike didn't swallow the rest—spilled it onto her palm amid coughs.
"Kehek...! Haa... Same load as yesterday. So much, thick like jelly..."
Rising, she approached Eclair—frozen stiff, eyes rattling like stones.
Dabbed leftover semen from her palm onto a finger, held it to Eclair's lips.
A fresh, gentle smile lit Rike's face, utterly at odds with the act.
"Sis. Ah~"