Chapter 120
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: In the Study
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In the study.
Rubbing the glans against her ass—looking like two full moons stacked together—I slather it thick with precum, grip my cock, and seek out the entrance below.
"Hiiik...!"
As I nudge the glans into her slick pussy, she already starts letting out sticky moans.
She's always sensitive with high sensitivity, but today Eclair seems even more desperate, and it's utterly adorable.
Squish—
I slowly part her virgin-tight pussy and ease inside.
"Haaang...! D-don't... put it in s-so... s-slowly... haang! N-no...!"
This is worlds apart from just brushing her G-spot with my fingers earlier.
Every time the glans drags slow but sure across her weak spot, her ass trembles and her walls clamp down.
I haven't even buried it to the hilt yet, but already sticky folds cling to the head, resisting.
"Your womb's come all the way down. Feels that good?"
Smack!
"Aaang—!!"
Leaving a handprint on her snowy white ass, Eclair rewards me by squeezing her pussy, her springy flesh wrapping tight around my palm.
The commander of the knights getting off on spanking—might not make her the best knight, but as my woman, she's a perfect match for Rike.
"Heuht... uheung!"
Thrusting in as deep as possible until my hips press flush against her ass, I knead her breasts like dough, and her pussy twitches greedily around my cock.
"Kitty. Focus on the sensation."
Pounding her fast and hard isn't always the way to max out pleasure. Sure, it's not a bad choice...
But to receive my seed, her womb's descended, so I pull back slow... agonizingly slow... letting the glans rake her sensitive spots on the way out.
Squelch—
Her pussy gapes open, her juices making lewd, sticky sounds.
"Oogh...!! Th-this... thiss—!! N-nooo... haang...! Hiiik! T-too... ngh!"
From her hands gripping the window frame to her standing legs, everything shakes without mercy. Her panties dangling from her thigh are soaked through—no sleeping in those tonight.
'Let her cum once first... then strip her when we change positions.'
Can't kill the heated mood with fumbling around.
—
Her ass, redder than her pale skin now, radiates heat and ripples wildly without cooling.
Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang!
"Romaan... Roman!! Haa... aaang!! S-so... good!!"
Just like Rike said, seeing her sideboobs jiggle in doggy is the hottest thing.
Mine alone. My personal view. What other conquest and satisfaction could rival this for a man?
Rike and Eclair both get off when I act forceful and commanding—unlike my usual self.
'Are they both natural masochists... or did I make them that way...?'
Rike's upfront about it and asks for it outright, but with Eclair, I'm not even sure if she realizes her own tastes.
Even if she does, her personality means she won't say it unless pushed, so I read the room and execute precisely.
'The body's honest, huh.'
Days like today, when I spank her ass and she doesn't blush in protest, doesn't hold back her moans in shame—just lets them flow freely—it's perfect alignment.
"Hoo! It's building up thick... pussy clenching so tight."
Smack—!
"Hiaang!! Inside...! Cum... inside...!! Haaang!!"
The booze, maybe? Her uncharacteristic plea curls my lips into a grin.
"Of course inside."
One last smack on her ass, then I ramp up the speed to hold off the peaking release.
One of my habits.
Before creampieing, I grab her tits hard.
Reaching out to seize one jiggling breast, she senses my impending climax and presses her legs together, tightening her pussy.
Spurt! Splurt-splurt!! Spluuuur...
"C-cumming! Oogh...! Hooo!!"
Thick semen floods her womb, hitting her peak at the same instant. Her back arches in a perfect curve, milking my cock—a genius in her own way, different from Rike.
Worried she'd collapse, I release my supporting hand on her belly. She sinks to the floor with a thud!, excess cum spilling from her pussy.
"Hek... hek! Hak!"
She cums over and over, heaving ragged breaths.
Facing Eclair's face—her innate tendencies fully exposed tonight—I thrust my cum-and-juice-coated cock toward her.
"Haa... ah—"
Sitting there panting in bliss, she sticks out her tongue and opens wide. While Rike does it eagerly on her own, Eclair waits for me to use her.
Her red eyes, brimming with unhidden, thick lust and anticipation, stare right at me.
'Bet I'm giving the same look.'
Grabbing the back of her head as she wants, I shove my cum-smeared cock in.
"Hoo—fuck, that's good."
"Slurp...! Mmph! Hyaa... mmph! Gulp..."
The hot wetness of her mouth and her tongue lapping underneath make my already rigid cock steel-hard.
'No heading home early tonight...'
—From this moment, having promised our futures together with Rebecca, we knights and adventurers will inevitably face finger-pointing and crises so dire our lots seem cursed.
We might one day regret this choice.
Yet we must swallow those words and walk hand in hand.
A paradise-like future won't come knocking if we just wait.
Like sifting through dead ashes for a tiny ember, we must seek it out ourselves.
The hardships from our status gap may crash like a torrent, but together, hand in hand, we can endure.
That is the beauty and primal power of the noble emotion 'love' bestowed upon us by the Goddess.
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Flip—
Finishing the last page, Cloé straightened her hunched back from intense focus and flopped onto the bed.
'D-done... all read!'
It was a reading trance worthy of the term.
Her first adult novel, but Cloé could declare with certainty: this wasn't some crude porn piling up dirty words in print.
The characters' emotions flowed in like gentle waves, soaking her before she knew it—a bewitching prose.
'This author's incredible...'
She'd heard it was a writer fixated on erotica yet wielding a unique, never-before-seen worldview. Now she saw why they were famous.
The steamy illustrations of Rodney and Rebecca's trysts midway through showed real effort, conveying deep love for the work.
A standout masterpiece: their initially sudden, intriguing relationship gradually coloring each other.
'Someday... me too... something like that...'
Habitually drifting into fantasy, Cloé snapped back to harsh reality and opened her eyes.
She knew. It's impossible for me.
Reading sweet romances always made her yearn for such love, but this novel was different.
Pure emotional exchange could fuel fantasies somehow, but picturing physical contact with a man terrified her.
Her rationality still recoiled outright...
In the academy, leering gazes pretending innocence while ogling her chest, ass, or hips felt starkly naked—no sign of improvement.
Only Father and Brother spared her that disgust.
Just two until adulthood? One family's blood, the other dating Sis and likely soon family... the odds were abysmal.
Only two men for normal conversation, sans romance? No brushing this off lightly.
"Hiiing—!"
Hugging her pillow and rolling on the bed did little to shake the aching, hopeless mood.
Today felt especially off.
'...Why am I like this?'
Closing the book to sleep brought thoughts flooding back; she skimmed key parts repeatedly, lingering on the erotic illustrations.
Dawn hadn't broken yet, but sunrise neared.
She'd thought of it as a Goddess-given chance—just read and sleep—but finishing left her wide awake. What now?
'At this rate, no sleep at all... what to do...'
First, separate herself from this book. Those illustrations kept pulling her in.
Her lower body itched, heart pounding—no matter how she stared, the sensations built without release.
'Leave it in Sis's study? She said she won't touch my books...'
To sleep, banish it from her room entirely.
Sis allowed only her—her little sister—to enter the study freely, even permitted shelving in empty spots.
Worried about waking Sis's sharp senses? The study's on the top floor; her bedroom's opposite end.
Whoosh—!
To affirm her resolve, she flung off the covers and slipped on fluffy indoor slippers.
Creeeak.
Cloé, pajama-clad with an outer robe, hugged decoy books to camouflage it and tiptoed out the door.