Chapter 119
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Midnight Indulgences
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Sister's probably asleep. Or... maybe not?
"A renowned knight with no experience with women? That's unexpected... Hehe! Unlike that pretty-boy gigolo face, your cock's pretty impressive, isn't it?"
Rebecca glanced at her own jiggling breasts, then grabbed Rodney's rock-hard shaft and smacked her lips.
This man's blushing fit, his brick-wall reactions—it was poking at Rebecca's twisted walls.
"Kuh...! Even adventurers are women! Have you no shame?!"
"After coming all this way, shut up with the nonsense... and just take off your pants!"
A clatter erupted in the inn room as their bodies tangled together.
"Hiiih... Uwaw...!"
Chloe sat on her bed late at night, reading her newly bought novel. She stomped her feet, letting out a small squeak as she scanned the room.
Even though it was just words on a page, the embarrassing descriptions made her check if anyone was watching out of habit.
It was her own room, so of course no one was there... but still! The guilty thrill made her lean closer to the book, face heating up.
Rustle—
She'd always stuck to sweet, all-ages romances before, but this time she'd bought her first sticky, adult-oriented one.
It wasn't curiosity about adult smut that drew her—the theme was just too intriguing.
A love story between a promising male knight dubbed the empire's top prospect and a free-spirited female adventurer.
Just flip the genders, and it was happening right next to her.
She couldn't just pass it by.
"Hiiut...!"
The real fun—the juicy bits—were just starting. Page by page, the steamy, explicit descriptions filled the paper.
She was an adult, so reading adult novels wasn't a social issue.
But openly devouring one with such blatant depictions? This was her first.
For Chloe, whose family education on sex had been purely theoretical textbooks, her tolerance here was basically zero.
A fair few scenes were unimaginable, words she couldn't even grasp.
Regrettably, her knowledge fell short of full context.
Still, this novel's intensity blew away those that ended with a mere kiss.
Lost in it, her lower body twisted on its own, an itch creeping up her inner thighs. She had no clue what the sensation was.
A taboo act, but slotting in big sis and big bro made it vivid, like watching a play unfold before her eyes—brimming with realism and thrill that kept her hooked, unable to stop midway.
Time flew, pushing her bedtime later inevitably.
As a trained Knight Department cadet, Chloe could pull an all-nighter without daily issues.
Still, sleep mattered, so she stuck to it religiously.
Sometimes, if she pushed without sleeping, sis would ghost in like a specter... but tonight, no sign.
'This might be a heaven-sent chance... opportunity!'
Having read this far, stopping was impossible. Her mind sharpened like black coffee—no way she'd sleep now.
If the goddess granted this chance, she'd repay it by finishing the novel—a solemn vow!
Gulp.
Focused reading, but hitting highlights made her eyes dart to the door. What if sis was up and came nagging to sleep?
'She's really asleep, right...? Kinda anxious...'
Her not checking in at this hour was unusual.
Sis hadn't complained, but she'd been swamped lately—probably crashed early from exhaustion. Chloe figured that, but... she couldn't sense her presence.
Flip—
Chloe turned the page, forcing faith that her sister was asleep.
For mana-rich folks, sleep was more about mental reset than physical fatigue.
Gleipnir intro, Innocence details—mountains of topics to swap.
But Eclair wasn't in a state to listen.
Did she realize?
From the start, her deliberate slowness masked it, but when she entered, her eyes burned with desperate hunger—like she wanted to devour me.
I was the one who'd introduced her to pleasure's joys, popped the lid on her lust.
The duty to sate it fell to me. Only me.
"Tch... Haup... Gulp—!"
She gulped down the wine trickling from my mouth like a baby bird.
High-proof stuff, no mana to sober up, no snacks—just chugging fast. Her eyes were already half-lidded.
Each sip of my spilled purple wine twisted her tongue more, eroding her unique speech, stumbling even casual chat.
Her limit hit.
Over half a bottle solo, no breaks—her ironclad poise finally wobbled.
I'd seen her tipsy once before; without mana, her tolerance was weak.
"Rooomaan..."
I stroked Eclair's head as she nuzzled my chest.
"Yeah~ Right here."
"Hehe... Don't go anywhere. Captain's... captain's order...! Missed you...!"
Today's haul was rich. Drunk Eclair mirrored post-passion, pre-sleep—raw honesty spilling.
Similar, but not same. This had its own spicy charm.
Just serving as her wine glass, tending her—full sensory feast.
"Shouldn't you stop now?"
"Quiet...! I'm not drunk yet... Perfectly fine!"
Classic drunk line #18, oozing humanity as she squirmed in my arms, throwing a tantrum.
"Calm down~ Here's more."
A pat on her ass stilled her; content, she wrapped arms back around my waist.
"Mmm...! That's more like it!"
I dodged her eyes, fetched a water bottle from inventory, sipped water instead, and fed it to her slow.
Taste gone awry, she clung sticky, stealing the water with fervor.
Not really drinking—shoving tongue in wildly for fierce kiss, then pulled back, exhaling hot, boozy breath.
"Haa...! Roman's... thing looks so cramped..."
She stroked my bulge softly through pants, guiding my hand to grope her breast.
Offering her chest—her signal. Reminded me of our first night; nostalgic pose.
Reflexively kneading, she moaned thick, nasal.
"Hrng...!"
No intent to tease here. Belt off, pants down, cock out.
Endured kisses long; she wiped precum from tip, kept stroking, swallowing hard.
"...This is your fault, Roman. Taking it out... seducing me...!"
Even drunk, "cock" stuck in her throat.
"Yeah. I lured the pure, innocent Eclair."
Her silk pajama shirt hid soft, premium bra.
Deep hand in, tormenting hidden nipple—she twitched.
"Hiiit...! Uh...! Y-you know... exactly...!"
Her hand joined, clumsily pumping my shaft up-down.
Worth teaching with Rike; drunk, she remembered—adorable.
Slide—
Hand trailed her lower belly down naturally.
Matching sleepwear set; tugged pants and panties to thighs—sticky nectar strung from pussy to fabric.
"Ooh—!"
Drooping fluids gleaming in moonlight—erotic sight drew my awe. Back to action.
Who said men can't multitask? Brain fry be damned—this I'd nail.
Left hand endless on inverted nipple; teeth graze ear rim lightly.
Squelch—
"Aht... Ang..."
Right hand down below: floodgates open.
Held back boozed-up? Testament to her iron will.
'Before the main event—'
Whirr—
Mana barrier first—soundproof quick, just us. Then hands and mouth busy.
Nibble ear softly, caress breast gentle, tap popped nipple.
Fingers hooked inside, grazing weak spots feather-light—tease, not rush.
Squelch—Squish!
"Haak... Hak—! Hiaaang!! Haaang...!!"
Her pent-up moans burst free—lifting my mood too.
Booze? Or release of piled lust?
Staggering, dropped my cock, gripped my arm and shirt—surrendered to pleasure.
"Hauk...! Aaaang!! Ro-Roman—! C-cumming...! Hiiit...!!"
True education, habit's terror.
Incoherent, dutifully reported climax—pussy clenched my fingers tight, shirt balled in fists.
"Heuk—!"
As she nearly collapsed post-peak, I caught her waist, pulled to chest.
Seated in study chair, her on thigh, pinched soft cheek.
"Feel better?"
"Haa...! As if! After all that holding back—!"
Her style: actions over words.
Short rest, she rose wobbly.
Pants at thighs, unsteady step to window sill I entered from.
Ass out, pink pussy thrust back—perfect beast-mode doggy pose.
Saw slick hole; bolted up, stood behind.
Her initiating—uncharacteristic. Cock throbbed achingly hard. Laid on pale cheeks, rubbed.
Eyes on pulsing meat, flushed victory smirk.
"Such a pervert... Hurry and seed this body...!"