Chapter 61
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Do It, Drink, and Do It Again
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"Can't we just do it, drink, and do it again?"
—Actually said (Illustration present)
Ever since ancient times, rumors have swirled around the Lofty Academy library—tales of dusty old mysteries that bordered on the absurd.
Some were outright ridiculous ghost stories, while others claimed that floors off-limits to cadets hid magic tomes seized from black mages.
Doran must have figured that I, an adventurer at heart despite my badge, was intrigued by such things. He promised to give it a positive think and asked for just a few days.
In truth, there were no such black mage grimoires in the academy library.
But where there's smoke, there's fire.
Those rumors were traces of hidden pieces meant to lure playable characters.
Mouthwatering, to be sure.
But the place was plastered top to bottom with high-level security spells, leaving no gaps. Without legitimate access from a linked quest, infiltration was impossible.
'If you want to get on my good side, prove it with sincerity.'
Since the dean had brought it up first, opening it up was a done deal.
He hadn't specified whether it'd be just the upper floors or all the way down to the basement—that was up to his judgment, and I was pretty eager to see what he'd decide.
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"Then I'll be off."
"Once you've had some, let me know your thoughts!"
Gripping the angular box containing liquor whose value I couldn't even gauge with my expertise, I left the dean's office and headed out of the academy.
Since I'd scored something good, I followed the giver's advice and made a beeline for a shop worthy of the chocolate.
I'd passed a place specializing solely in chocolate before, so my destination was set in no time.
'...What, all the customers are women?'
The overwhelming gender ratio visible through the glass window gave me pause, but I grabbed the doorknob and turned it anyway.
The door was made of fine wood but felt narrow for someone my size.
I twisted sideways and sidled in crab-like, instantly drawing every eye in the place.
No surprise—a hulking guy with a head bigger than most had barged in. Understanding their stares, I scanned the display shelves with my eyes.
"...All this is chocolate?"
The sheer extravagance had polite speech slipping out unbidden.
I'd thought bitter chocolate meant something like XX% cacao from a tin...
Surrounded by desserts with names I could barely pronounce, I scratched my cheek like a nervous monkey.
Never in my life had I set foot in a place like this.
"Our representative dark chocolates with strong bitter notes are these five varieties here."
The female clerk who'd backed away at first sight of me now fully clocked me as a customer and droned on in mechanical tones.
"This Bin Lint chocolate stands out for its nutty undertones amid the bitterness, made with top-grade Forastero beans. It's cheaper than Zeke's, which uses Criollo, but doesn't fall short on flavor—"
'Should've brought Rike along after all...'
I couldn't follow even if I concentrated.
Did fine liquor always come with a price like this?
An unexpected trial right from the start.
As I endured the clerk's explanations—my ears threatening to bleed—and stared at the shelves, a familiar presence prowled around me.
"..."
Red hair and green eyes radiating excessive vitality, at a height that made even Rike look shorter. Dressed in casual clothes from the dorms, she looked anything but noble—pure comfort.
"H-Hello...?"
Her eyes betrayed panic several times worse than when a sure strike had been effortlessly blocked.
I gave a light nod in greeting and turned away.
But Seria, though averting her gaze, kept hovering nearby, clearly fixated on me.
If some shady brute had done that, I'd have grabbed his collar and smashed a haymaker into his jaw. But this felt like a small animal warily circling—more amusing than annoying.
Plus, she was Liliane's little sister.
I approached Seria, who was stealing glances, and stated boldly,
"I'm looking to buy some chocolate to go with liquor."
"...Liquor?"
I showed her the box with the booze inside and gave a quick rundown. She pondered seriously.
"I'm not big on dark chocolate myself... but a friend of mine's gotten into bitter flavors lately, so I know the popular ones."
Seria's friends were a limited crew, the ones she hung with.
And that line about awakening to bitter tastes? That was exactly what Rike had said when trying to seduce me.
'Nah, can't be...?'
She wouldn't have said that to a friend with those implications.
My head interpreting it as dirty talk was definitely the problem.
I paid for the recommended crowd-pleasers—and threw in extras for Seria—then hurried home.
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"I'm back!"
Home, laden with chocolates and various fruits.
'Tonight's got a nice mood brewing.'
With time to spare until tomorrow, I figured a drink with Rike would lead to some steamy vibes and naturally into bed.
But even that was my complacency.
My one-track mind always veered off course around Rike.
Rike was already waiting, looking utterly desperate.
"Roman... Can't we just do it, drink, and do it again?"
She wasn't wrong.
Hell, it was genius!
I dumped everything on the table in a heap and wrapped my arms around Rike's waist, pulling her close.
"Held out a lot, huh?"
"After feeding me something that intense outdoors..."
Rike wore one of my oversized shirts, flashing black lingerie underneath.
I undid the buttons with one hand while mixing our saliva.
"Mmmph... haah... more..."
Straddling Roman on the sofa, kissing as he unbuttoned my shirt—my body ignited like mad from that moment.
The shirt hung open, underwear still on.
Knowing what he wanted, I tugged my panties aside with my fingers.
My exposed pussy was shamefully soaked, love juices slicking his glans.
I lifted my hips; he gripped his cock, guiding it in as I lowered myself—penetration.
Squelch—
"Hngh...!"
His size thrust in, shoving my womb aside instantly.
Trouble.
This was serious trouble.
I never got used to the sensation of my mind going blank white from his cock.
I couldn't hold back the drool or the moans bursting out.
My muscles ignored me, trembling in ecstasy.
Clinging to my senses, I bobbed my hips up and down.
Squish- squelch! Plop-! Splurt!
"Haah...! Aaah!! R-Roman! I love you!! Ngh... aaah!!"
"I love you too."
His sincere voice flowed into my ears.
A rush of emotional euphoria swelling my spirit.
Physical pleasure filling me relentlessly.
Knowing pleasure beyond what my body could handle was coming, I moved my hips even faster.
Less than a minute in, and I was at my limit.
Squelch, squirt! Splurt-!
"C-Cumming... hngaaah!!!"
My head snapped back on its own.
If Roman hadn't grabbed my waist, I might've toppled backward.
"Roman... I came three times..."
"Good girl."
He smiled softly, stroking my hair.
In the warm embrace of my lover, I caught my breath and resumed moving my hips.
If it's what my beloved wants—clothed sex, fellatio, even cumming from words alone—I could do it over and over.
I just wanted to satisfy him somehow.
But my hypersensitive nerves wouldn't let me move big.
This wouldn't do.
"Roman—move for me."
"...You sure?"
"Yeah. Even if I beg you to stop...! Don't stop until you cum..."
Did my resolve get through?
Roman scooped me up and headed to the bedroom.
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Squelch- squish! Splurt! Squelch!
"Aaaah—!!! Roman!! I'm... gonna... break...!! Please, st-stop!! Stop... haaah—!! Aaah!!!"
Screams bordering on shrieks erupted.
Nothing like when I was on top—the speed was incomparable.
Pinned by his unstoppable, heavy muscles, Rike pistoned relentlessly, tears streaming from overwhelming pleasure.
"I'll fill your tight pussy up."
Even as my mind flew apart, his voice rang clear.
Doing as told, I held my breath and clenched my lower belly tight.
"Nngh...!"
His cock pressed hard against my womb, maximum contact.
It throbbed, pulsing irregularly.
He's about to cum inside me now.
He felt good.
That was enough.
Spurt—spluuurt-!! Spurt-! Spurt-!
"Ngh... hngh...! Too much...!!"
His load filled my womb to the brim and kept coming.
Just taking it passively had tension shooting to my toes.
"Haaah... haa..."
Could pleasure truly kill a person?
Resurfacing just before drowning in ecstasy's flood, Rike panted heavily.
"Can you go one more time?"
"..."
I swallowed hard.
If I said no, he'd stop without hesitation, like always.
Even so... I nodded.
For my lover alone? No.
I wasn't the only one reveling in this perilous, mind-shattering bliss.
"...Don't stop this time either."
...
I opened my eyes and knew.
'Ah...'
Passed out again, leaving him hanging solo.
Beside me, Roman had cleaned up and was asleep.
Cleaned up, but his cock—unsatisfied—stood rigid, tenting the sheets.
How many loads before his stamina calmed?
'We didn't even drink...'
Do it, drink, do it again... What arrogant nonsense.
My first time drinking in life.
My first drink with him—and lust derailed this historic night.
'What's wrong with me...'
And I alone got satisfied and slept soundly.
He wouldn't complain, but that thick cock was honest.
Unresolved lust might build into resentment long-term. A twinge of anxiety.
I ended up thinking it again.
'Another woman...'
Pleasure bombing my mind nonstop.
How many could endure until he came even once?
No new connections in sight right now.
Apart from instructors, the last woman near Roman was that tent from outdoor class.
'Chloe's sister... Eclair, right.'
No special feelings yet, but could she stay unmoved seeing him up close?
From Rike's view, inconceivable.
What if that woman became number two?
Insanely strong, so probably tougher stamina than me.
'Chloe likes sweets, but her sister hates them—prefers spicy or moderately bitter...?'
I recalled casual info.
Matching his tastes started with basics like that.
Blasphemous given Eclair's status... but just imagination—who'd know?
'Chloe'd devote herself if she liked men... Stacking the sisters—wouldn't that satisfy him?'
Sisters trading his cock mouth-to-mouth for the bitter-loving big sis.
How far did her fantasies go?
'He'd love it... prospects...?'
Not bad for riling a man thoroughly.
Sketching what he'd like pushed it toward depravity.
Even Rike found it ridiculous.
'Odds of it actually happening? Zero.'
Why, though?
Rarely entertaining such weird delusions, Rike burrowed under the covers and snuggled into Roman.