Chapter 121
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Reality is Always Beyond Imagination
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Creak—
She timidly peeked through the slightly ajar door, her ash-gray hair and blue eyes slipping out just a bit.
'No one's there...?'
She threw on her outer robe and stepped out into the hall, glancing around to make sure nobody was nearby.
The silence of the mansion, with its lights flickering at intervals down the corridor, felt heavier than usual tonight.
Most of the servants headed home late at night, leaving just one or two on night shift downstairs. Unless she rang the bell or called out, they wouldn't sense her presence.
They were all ordinary folk without mana anyway, handpicked by her sister herself.
Rustle—
Even so, she kept her footsteps as quiet as possible—especially careful not to wake her sister in the bedroom nearby. She focused her concentration and moved with utmost caution.
A technique her Oppa had taught her in practical combat class. An application for stealth attacks, minimizing sound with each step.
She'd learned it thinking she'd never use it in her life... but as her sister always said, everything you learn finds a use someday.
Pat— pat—
Without using mana, she carefully controlled her stride to reduce noise to a minimum as she headed for the study.
She wasn't doing anything wrong or shady, but the way she crept along made her feel no different from a common thief.
What was a grown noblewoman doing sneaking around in the dead of night? She must look utterly ridiculous.
Someone as poised and refined as Rike, or as vibrant and confident as Seria, would never stoop to something this absurd—unlike her timid self.
'Gotta grab it quick and get back to bed...'
Unable to sleep because of the naughty illustrations in an adult novel? And she was a Dreitna daughter aspiring to knighthood, no less?
This secret shame of hers—something no one could ever find out about—was getting another thick, indelible ink mark today.
Click.
"Phew—"
She made it to the study door without running into anyone!
Letting out a small sigh of relief, Chloe pulled the door open just a crack... and froze at the unfamiliar scent wafting out.
"Huh...?"
'How many times has it been this round?'
Doggy style once at the start.
Then Eclair, now skilled at taking it down her throat, boldly started with her mouth, so once more.
While I was cleaning up midway and looked away for a second, she downed the rest of the wine in one go, pushed me down, and climbed on top.
That's when it really began.
After polishing off that bottle of wine, something changed in Eclair.
Her slurred speech straightened out—no more tangled tongue—and her movements grew even more aggressive, downright lewd.
'Did her drunken slur straighten out just to come back even sharper?'
If that were the case, why hadn't her mind sobered up?
Even I, who practically lived in taverns back in the day, had never seen drunkenness evolve in stages like this. It was a little disorienting.
"Roman...! Ahh!!"
Eclair rode me hard on the red carpet, shaking her hips furiously. As I watched, kneading her full breasts, the urge built up again.
True to her exceptional talent as knight commander, her prowess in bed was genius-level, picking up any position without hesitation.
I could count on one hand the times she'd taken the cowgirl position—always so passive sober—but drunk, her hips squeezed like a vice.
Squelch! Squelch! Slap! Squelch!
"Haht! Yes!! So good...!"
Her pale thighs and ass bounced, swallowing my cock to the hilt.
Semen overflowing from her womb mixed with her juices, making obscene sounds as our skin ground and slapped together.
To my ears, that viscous, wet smack was better than any symphony.
As my grip tightened on her breasts, she placed her hands on my abs, twirled her hips with me buried deep, and milked me relentlessly.
Squish— schlorp—
"Nngh...! Don't hold back... hngh! Cum like a man... again...! I'm close too...!"
I grabbed her ass, matching her plea to cum together, taking control of the pace. The edge I'd been teetering on shot over in seconds.
"Kitty. If you want it, squeeze harder."
Smack—!
"Hngh...!"
I slapped her ass firmly and pulled her pounding knight down by the hand.
I hugged her tight against me, thrust up to grind as deep as possible, and unleashed into her womb without restraint.
Splurt—! Glurk— splurt—
"Eek...! How much... more... ahh!"
The force was less than the first, but the volume was still impressive.
Her womb filled to bursting again, just like before. Eclair bowed her head, gritted her teeth, and clung to her sanity.
"Whew... that hits the spot."
The prolonged ecstasy of release was addictively intense—beyond words.
Since reincarnating in the empire, I'd never needed to hold back for her sake, prolong things, or switch positions. My body, honed by elixirs and breakthroughs, boasted inhuman stamina.
If she wasn't satisfied after one round? Round two was instant.
Even I had to admit my libido was insane.
'Blessing or curse...?'
The pros and cons were too stark to call either way, but with time on our hands like now, the benefits shone.
"Hii— my belly's so warm... feels good... hehe..."
Rubbing her lower abdomen with a blissful smile after the creampie, she made my cock swell again.
Multiple cowgirl orgasms had wrecked the carpet and floor. The mood was too hot to care about cleanup.
As we rested with whispered affections, then dove back into her riding me...
Something foreign snagged my senses.
'What the...?'
At our level, senses were razor-sharp compared to normals—especially to killing intent or intruders.
But soundproofing with mana confined our awareness to this space.
Even with that vaunted Romerius elixir, this was the perfect setup for an oblivious crisis.
'No way... Chloe?!'
Normally, I'd detect her from downstairs with focus alone. Now she was on our floor without a peep.
Eclair was blackout drunk inside my mana barrier, lost in pleasure, oblivious outward. This was bad.
"Kitty... hold up!"
I sat up to stop her bouncing, but her eyes gleamed. She pinned my shoulders down hard.
Thud!
Moonlight lit her red eyes with a succubus-like allure as she smirked, covered my mouth, and kept grinding.
"Shh... haht...! At this perfect moment... gonna whirl your silver tongue... nngh! to put me on top again? Hehe... ahh!!"
"Just... mmph!"
She sealed my words with a kiss, shoving her wine-tinged tongue in to blockade my mouth.
Even tangled in the kiss, I couldn't focus fully on her. My foggy brain revved desperately.
'What do I do? What do I do!'
Dispersing mana to scramble sightlines? To mana-sensitive Chloe, it'd scream "look here."
Subduing Eclair with mana? Would excited drunk her comply?
One wrong move in her unpredictable state, and she'd wreck the study.
'We're screwed...'
Chloe's cat-burglar steps mirrored exactly what I'd taught in class.
And she was creeping straight for the study, no doubt.
Show this lust-soaked den to the pure girl who calls me Oppa?
Every bit of goodwill I'd built would plummet.
'Gotta... find a way...'
Mid-kiss, Eclair halted her tongue, grabbed my face, and locked eyes.
Her red gaze cooled, hurt flickering through.
"Roman... you're with me right now, but thinking of someone else...?"
"..."
Ah.
Hammer to the head.
I'd really messed up.
Women have that innate sense no training can match.
Too late anyway—Chloe was at the door.
'...Screw it! Give up!'
Scattered thoughts yielded no perfect escape.
Worse, I'd screwed over my own woman.
'Chloe's innocent, but she's an adult... she'll understand? Our relationship isn't secret.'
I refocused on satisfying the beauty before me.
Lovers sharing intimacy wasn't wrong—it was natural.
Chloe would probably bolt in shock anyway. Play dumb and we're good.
I took a deep breath, pecked Eclair, and hugged her tight.
"Sorry. It was for you, Kitty. I'll focus now. Sorry..."
No lies in moments like this. Honest apology was best.
"Hmph... fine then."
Her pouty tone said otherwise, but I stroked her back and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
Somewhat appeased, she poked my side as "punishment," then rocked her hips lightly to rebuild heat, moaning as she licked my ear.
"Mmm... hngh... do that to me too..."
"Just say it. What do you want?"
"Like with Rike... use my body however you want..."
Was her flushed face from the wine? Or realizing her own kinks?
Either way, my task was clear.
As her drunken form shifted back to her shy, cuddly self, I held her and prepared to satisfy her fully.
'Sweat? No, not that...'
A bizarre, utterly foreign scent drifted from the cracked study door.
And up close, an unnatural mana flow—like a dam blocking a river. Familiar somehow.
Someone who shouldn't be here, but wouldn't be out of place...
'...Oppa?'
Secret rendezvous with her sister in the study?
After what she'd said today, leaving that note begging to see him... it made sense.
'...'.
Chloe Dreitna, avid romance novel fan.
That tiny door gap, barely finger-width, tempted her like forbidden fruit.
Her fantasy of the pair inside had already played out.
Oppa, the adventurer, lounging casually by the window. Her knight sister, arms crossed, bantering as always.
A scene more dashing than any novel illustration.
Unable to resist, Chloe peeked through with her blue eyes.
Not moonlight chit-chat, but raw passion shattering her wildest dreams.