Chapter 32
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Charlotte Kowtows, Sincerely Apologizes
She showed no signs of letting go. Charlotte's face stayed pressed against my ass, clinging relentlessly.
"Ngh, hngh!"
No matter how much I thrashed around, Charlotte wouldn't release me. She hugged my waist and thighs tighter, hanging on even more stubbornly.
Smack, slurp-. Sluuuuurp!
"Father, haah! Haah!"
Charlotte pressed her lips to my filthy hole. She stuck out her tongue and forced it inside.
The sensation I'd once felt from the slime crept up again from the depths of my ass—something pushing against the flow.
Lick, lick-. Chuuuup!
"Hngh!"
My back arched stiffly, and my legs trembled.
I couldn't resist. A totally different kind of weakness drained my lower body compared to when they'd grabbed my balls.
Squirt! Squirt-!
Charlotte's hand toyed with my cock. The moment her rough fingers grazed the head, I pathetically spurted out semen.
I ejaculated watery cum onto the waterbed.
"Oh my. Dyke, did it feel that good?"
"Your nipples are all hard. So cute."
Olivia and Nine had watched the whole time as I gave up my ass and spurted cum like a loser. They stared intently, not missing a single frame.
I couldn't lift my face. Shame crushed the back of my head.
With my ass thrust up straight, I could do nothing.
Chuu, chu! Chuuuuurp! Chup!
"Hngh, urgh! Hngh…!"
Here I was, getting toyed with by these girls claiming to be my daughters. All I could do was stifle my moans.
When that blonde-tanned thug took Tina's virginity, when I saw Celine head to Count Pigmon's mansion on her own, when she started offering a different kind of "service" to alley bums.
I felt the same helplessness as back then.
Ironically, my cock was harder than ever. This was the most aroused I'd been since dropping into this godforsaken world.
"No… that's not…"
I didn't want to admit it. I refused to acknowledge getting turned on in a situation like this.
"Dyke, you're doing it again. Same reaction as always."
"…Ngh!"
"You don't want to admit it. You hate the idea. That's what you're thinking, right?"
"……."
Olivia was reading my mind. Magic?
I clenched my fists tight. I strained to resist.
"Father, are you fighting back? Fine."
Charlotte forcibly spread my ass cheeks. She grabbed them with both hands and pulled them apart.
My brain rang from the sensation I'd never felt before.
It was all firsts. Showing my ass to someone, having someone else spread it—everything.
Maybe at a proctologist or getting a Brazilian wax.
You'd show and spread your ass there, sure.
"No… stop…!"
But they wouldn't shove their tongue in.
At most, they'd look and touch with fingers. That's it.
Lick, lick-. Lap lap-.
"Hic!"
Charlotte was different. She pushed her tongue right in.
When I clenched to resist, she seemed to love it—making her tongue firm and pointy, poking and prodding.
Chup, chup! Chup chup chup chup!
"Eyes rolling back. Charlotte, how long are you gonna keep that up?"
"…Until I die, Olivia. Tonight's my time. Haum, slurp. Slurp slurp!"
"Until you die? You mean until Dyke dies?"
Charlotte ignored Olivia. Her soft tongue kept dipping in and out of my ass.
Cum leaked out in globs. Clear as water.
Olivia stared at my cum, then clapped her hands as if she'd just remembered something.
"Semen tasting! Totally forgot!"
Olivia pulled something from her subspace. A packaged condom. She deftly rolled it onto my cock.
"Stretchy condom. No matter how much you cum, it all collects—perfect for tasting."
"He couldn't hold back the moment Olivia touched him and came again."
"Pathetic dick. Not the first time."
Their mocking voices degrading me mentally, fingers tickling my chest, a face that wouldn't let go of my ass.
I'd reached my limit.
'Left brain, I'm with you.'
I gave up all 100 billion brain cells. My eyes slowly closed.
—Put this on his asshole. He'll come begging for more licks later.
—Thanks, Olivia. You even made an aphrodisiac for me. My eternal loyalty.
—Shut up. Didn't make it for you.
Chirp, chirp chirp-.
The birdsong tickled my ears. The rough sheets woke me from sleep.
I forced my heavy eyelids open.
"Ugh…."
I barely opened my eyes. A room.
My room.
My head was a mess. I replayed yesterday's events.
I didn't want to remember, but I had to. The sensations lingered in my ass.
'Crazy bitches.'
I'd been humiliated. Shameful acts too embarrassing to tell anyone.
I wanted to give them a beating right now.
But I couldn't.
Force or authority meant nothing against the No.1s. They weren't invincible, but against me, their power felt limitless.
In front of them, I was a toy. One they could play with however they wanted.
A toy rebelling? Waging war with a toy? Laughable.
That was my place. All I could do was take it powerlessly.
Knock knock knock-.
—Mister? You up?
It was Lisa.
—Olivia said you'd be awake by now.
"…No.1?"
—The big Olivia. Little Olivia… I-I'm her big sis.
"……."
Were they watching me? How'd they time my wake-up perfectly?
I scanned the room. Activated my senses and swept through. Nothing.
My room was clean.
"I'm coming out."
—Hurry down. Mom's waiting for you.
"Denis?"
—Breakfast together, right?
"…Ah…."
Thinking of Denis made me awkwardly embarrassed. My face kept flushing from yesterday.
How was I supposed to face the No.1s?
I hadn't done anything wrong. Still, seeing those three felt mortifying. I wished I could avoid them.
But my wish didn't come true. The No.1s were camped out in the hall, waiting.
The moment I descended the stairs, all their gazes locked on me.
"Dyke. You seem really tired lately?"
If Denis hadn't spoken up, my legs might've given out. I couldn't withstand the perpetrators' sticky stares.
"…No?"
"Yesterday and today. You sleeping in? Never happened in five years."
"Haha…."
I forced a calm face and kept walking.
"Maybe he's at ease now?"
"At ease? From what?"
"…They're here."
I glanced at the No.1s.
"Ah, yeah."
Denis took it at face value.
"Honestly, it's reassuring."
Denis's reassurance stemmed from regression knowledge. Teaming with someone who knew the future? Unshakable. That vibe.
Not for me. They were tough because they were regressors.
They knew everything about me. More unnerving than the Demon King.
"Hungry? Let's eat."
The talk didn't drag. Denis quickly set breakfast.
Lisa plopped down eagerly. She'd waited for me.
Seeing her smack her lips made me chuckle.
"Everyone's so into Dyke. Staring like that."
Denis smirked at the No.1s.
"All bulk, no brains. Still see him as daddy."
"……."
Anger bubbled inside.
'If they see you as daddy, why do that shit?'
I wanted to refute Denis. But that'd make me look crazy. Exposing my own shame? No thanks.
I shut my mouth.
I wolfed down breakfast. Then stepped outside.
I breathed fresh air to clear my head.
"Hoo…."
"Father."
I'd fled the No.1s. But they chased me again.
I turned creakily. Charlotte stood alone.
"…What."
I acted as bold as possible. It was daytime—they wouldn't do that stuff now.
"I'm sorry."
As I glared, Charlotte bowed frantically. Nearly folding at the waist in apology.
"I think I messed up. The relationship from before regression was our special memory. Using it to torment Father…."
"……."
Sincere? Her near-tearful face and quivering voice seemed real.
"You were snickering in the inn? Suddenly?"
"…Father fresh from sleep was so cute, we couldn't help laughing. Don't you smile involuntarily at Lisa? Same for us…."
"……."
I got it. Felt weird as the target, but.
Recalling the No.1s' behavior, they didn't seem to hate me.
"You're reflecting? On yesterday?"
"…Yes. Seeing Father faint suddenly, I realized. Even if I want that relationship, I can't force it."
"……."
"It's one-sidedly imposing our feelings. We've only just met Father."
"…True enough."
They just looked exactly like the heroines—super familiar. Not actually close.
Charlotte seemed aware.
"So we won't force our feelings on Father anymore."
"No more forcing?"
"Yes. We'll approach slowly. So please don't guard against us too much."
"……."
Sincere. The sincerity made the apology feel real.
"…Fine. If that's how you see it."
No reason to refuse.