Chapter 122
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: A Sleepless Night for Both of Us
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Everything, everywhere—it all felt utterly incomprehensible, nothing made sense.
This ridiculous situation was undoubtedly supposed to be... nothing more than a minor mishap depending on who you asked, the kind of incident that could be laughed off in the distant future.
Having sex with a beloved lover isn't a crime by any means! But I knew full well it wasn't something to do openly in front of others or in a study.
So, this one thing—the introverted girl outside the study had to understand.
That the exposed scene of passion visible through the crack in the door was absolutely not something Eclair and I had intended.
This messy, tangled trouble had to eventually be accepted in Chloe's heart as a natural, unavoidable event.
I believed that even someone as shy as Chloe would eventually calm her startled heart with the near-universal remedy of "time," coming to see it as just a normal thing between lovers.
That's what I thought.
Having studied the Dreitna sisters' personalities in detail, even if just through text, I could vividly picture the likely outcome based on simple mechanisms.
I'd even praised my own thick-headed self for rationalizing it all in a split second, despite my useless brain!
But human emotions, naturally, don't carry words like "simple" or "absolute."
In short, something completely unexpected.
Life is unpredictable, you can't see even an inch ahead—but for me, who knew Chloe's personality and backstory, nothing had ever felt stranger.
"...This is driving me crazy. Why isn't she leaving?"
Unlike my expectation that Chloe would gasp in shock and flee the moment she saw the sex scene, given her personality.
Those blue eyes fixed on the gap in the study's door showed no sign of leaving. Had shock frozen her feet?
Part of me considered signaling her or dropping the sound barrier entirely.
But thinking of the sisters' combo of timidness and frustration... maybe it was better if Eclair, who was in no state to handle it right now, stayed oblivious for the time being.
"Focus... focus."
I yanked my attention back from drifting outside and nailed my gaze to Eclair.
One mistake was enough. Pros in any field don't repeat the same error.
Eclair had finally let slip those words she'd hidden deep inside, borrowing the courage from alcohol. She'd asked me to use her as I pleased, so I'd respond with my all.
"Get your head straight. I'm not letting you go until I'm satisfied."
"...Mm."
Her silence was answer enough, her face brimming with tension and anticipation.
Still connected in the sloppy juncture from enjoying cowgirl, I rose to my feet.
"Ngh...!"
To me, featherlight Eclair was easy to lift clean off the ground, loading up what they call "standing carry" in sex positions.
Among positions, it ranked high in physical demand, but for Eclair and me, it was no obstacle at all.
Eclair wrapped her arms around my neck, hanging on as she naturally shifted her weight to her knees.
Amazed at her quick grasp of a position she'd never tried, understanding its key points and preparing perfectly even before we started—I wrapped my arms around her.
Supporting her calves, ass, and waist with my hands, I "used" her purely with raw strength and stamina.
Piston thrusts with zero mercy or respect for the woman. Just venting my lust however I wanted.
Squelch! Squelch! Slap! Slap! Splurt!
"Ooh! Hn! Ro-Roman! Wait... this is dangerous... Hiiik!"
I couldn't see it, but I felt liquid splashing and soaking her feet. Despite her desperate plea to stop, Eclair's face looked deliriously happy, grinning ear to ear.
Rike would beg for mercy with pitiful pleas mixed with teasing gestures, tightening her pussy to provoke me—but Eclair's style was definitely different.
Similar yet offering entirely different flavors, both Rike and Eclair were perfectly my type, my taste.
"Should I just keep going until she passes out like Rike?"
To fully atone for making Eclair feel neglected, I poured my all into using her body to slake my lust.
To avoid any half-hearted distraction toward Chloe, I reinforced the sound barrier and focused utterly on her.
"Ooh! C-coming... again! Please... stop now... Romaaan!! Haaang!!"
Even as she clenched hard in orgasm after orgasm, I gave no respite, holding her aloft and pounding my cock in until I came.
I didn't time my release to match her peaks.
Pressing her tight against me just after her latest climax, I unleashed a flood deep inside her.
"Nguh... Roman-!"
"That's just once. Get it together."
As I kneaded her still-red-hot, spanking-warmed ass from our first round, she laid her head on my shoulder, moaning softly right in my ear.
"Hnnn..."
Gripping her ass and spreading her pussy, the cum I'd shot inside her multiple times now backflowed, dripping in thick globs to the floor. Plop- plip- splat-
"Phew—finally leaving."
Perhaps snapping to at the sight of my semen pouring out, Chloe, who'd been frozen outside, finally started pulling away from the study.
The sound barrier kept noises from leaking.
But seeing her sister—bound like a captive by a man, carried and fucked standing, pumped full of absurd loads of semen until pussy and cum trailed down her legs...
I worried about Chloe's shy personality, yet knowing she was watching me carry-fuck Eclair only made me hornier. I was truly a beast, a mad bastard.
"I'm not into exhibitionism or anything... what the hell? This is insane."
I'd never get off on showing my woman to others. The disgust if someone saw her naked was indescribable.
Maybe with Chloe, Eclair's blood sister, it came from a sense of allowance, like it was okay for her to see.
Right now, I didn't even know myself.
"...!"
The moment I peered through the door crack, I nearly cried out without thinking.
I clutched the romance novels in my arms tight, barely swallowing the scream rising in my throat.
A raw clash of primal urges that shattered the delusions built from steamy novel scenes.
The sight of them transcended mere "lewdness" by leaps and bounds.
"S-Sis?!"
I couldn't keep watching. I had to flee this spot right now.
Chloe's mind clearly understood this was a realm forbidden even to blood kin.
But the vivid, feral sex scene unfolding before her eyes for the first time amplified the itch in her loins, pounded her heart like it might burst, and locked her legs stiff.
No sounds reached her, but in the silence, her sister's face wore an expression Chloe had never seen.
It wasn't the warm gaze she turned on Chloe. Nor the absolute dignity and pressure of the Empire's Fifth Knight before other nobles.
Just pure, aching adoration for her lover... red eyes brimming with desperate love.
Even without a voice, Chloe knew.
Her parted lips panted hot breaths, her throat working to unleash unchecked moans.
Her lover lifted her sister effortlessly with muscled arms, relentlessly asserting his potent manhood without pause.
After a long bout, at some point, he crushed her tight in his embrace.
She could see his muscles' lines and bulges sharpening, tension flooding his entire body—and at the same moment, her sister shuddered violently then went rigid.
His massive, rough hand kneaded her sister's swollen-red ass, and white liquid rained down to the floor.
"Th-that's... a man's...?"
The fluid she'd only known theoretically by name and color.
As it gushed from between her sister's legs, Chloe snapped to her senses.
She knew from family education: when a man releases white fluid, sex ends.
Before their attention shifted outward, she had to slip away quietly...
With the sound barrier her lover had set up, this might be her only chance—her frozen feet finally stirred.
Unable to turn fully, she shuffled backward on trembling legs.
Only upon reaching the stairs downward could she face forward and walk properly.
Was the mansion always this vast? The path to her room felt dozens of times longer than usual.
Her steps overflowed with caution, even more than when sneaking to the study like a stray cat fearing her sister might wake.
Click!
Back in her room, the instant Chloe shut the door, her legs buckled, nearly sending her collapsing.
"Hah... hah..."
Tensed to the brink, she'd held her breath the whole time—now dizziness swirled in her head.
The adult novel illustrations didn't matter anymore. She tossed the books haphazardly on her desk, flung herself onto the bed, and burrowed under the covers. Her mind was more tangled than a kitten's yarn ball.
Academy tomorrow meant her lover's practical combat class—how was she supposed to face it?
Wriggly-
Squirming like she was swimming through the bed, Chloe realized the fabric of her underwear felt strangely uncomfortable.
"Hng..."
Under the covers, she slipped a hand down. Grazing the damp white panties with her fingers drew out clear, sticky fluid.
Her body quivered at the novel tickle and pleasure, nearly sending her hand back down in addictive haze—but she caught herself and stopped.
"N-no!"
Even in childhood sex education, her mother had warned her.
A knight must practice restraint. For a female knight especially, chastity was paramount—no yielding to lust or touching down there until marriage claimed her purity.
Too many dire thoughts flooded her mind to go further; terrified, she pulled the covers tight and tried to sleep.
"..."
Sleep, of course, wouldn't come.