Chapter 54
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Can't You Do It Gently?
Can't you at least be gentle about it?
The way to weaken the aphrodisiac's effects was simple. Just apply some saliva.
That would quickly soothe the itching.
Charlotte had used that principle. To reduce my resistance to the outrageous act of penetration, she'd smeared aphrodisiac on my ass.
I had no choice but to allow her tongue.
The problem wasn't the spot. The reason I'd refused Charlotte's help was because she was eyeing my ass.
But now, the itching had spread to my dick—a spot with far less aversion by comparison.
Applying saliva?
If there was someone to help, it was an easy fix. Compared to my ass, it felt ridiculously straightforward.
'If only there wasn't this chastity cage.'
For some reason, ever since meeting the Mk.1 girls, I'd been getting erections left and right. It made my old erectile dysfunction feel like ancient history—the thing sprang up stiff as a board.
Applying saliva to cure the aphrodisiac meant an erection was inevitable during the process.
And that would bring pain. My cock, trapped in the iron chastity cage, would strain to get hard, causing a different kind of agony than gripping it by hand.
Horrifying.
"I'm a priestess."
Nine offered to help with that part. As a priestess, she emphasized she had holy spells for easing conditions.
Not a bad idea. If I could push past a bit of embarrassment, it was the most rational choice for my current situation.
So I nodded. Licking my dick suddenly felt like something I could brush off.
Her red eyes and true vampire bloodline still made me uneasy...
But compared to Olivia or Charlotte, she seemed more reasonable. I could afford to lower my guard a little.
'Still, I'm not fully trusting Nine.'
No letting my guard down. You only get backstabbed once or twice before you learn—any more than that, and you're not getting hit; you're handing it over.
"Shall we head to the bathhouse first? Seems better than a room since we can wash up right away."
Nine's suggestion. I shot it down firmly.
"Are you suspecting I've rigged the bathhouse with some scheme?"
"......"
I didn't answer. But my expression said it all.
Nine put on a hurt pout.
'No way I'm falling for that.'
The Mk.1s were masters at faking emotions. What you saw was fabricated, a trick.
Filter it out first, think later.
Realizing I didn't buy it, Nine quickly schooled her features. The pout vanished.
'See that?'
Good call not trusting her. Almost fell for it like an idiot again.
I brushed past Nine and headed to the bathhouse. Again? Denis might think it weird and ask why if she saw.
Pathetic as it looked, I had no choice. I desperately wanted to ease the itch tormenting my crotch.
I knew ignoring it would lead to disaster. No putting it off.
Nine and I entered the bathhouse alone. She carefully slipped off her loose priestess robes and said,
"It wouldn't be fair if only you showed your cock to your daughter. I'll strip too."
"...Not really."
I didn't care if I was the only one naked. I'd gotten used to the Mk.1s' teasing enough to shrug it off.
Dulled to it, maybe. Good news or bad? Hard to say.
It meant my mental health was pretty wrecked. Definitely bad news.
No way to spin it positive.
I glanced at Nine and dropped my pants. No need to strip my shirt.
"...Just taking off your pants?"
Nine asked casually, down to her underwear.
"Yeah? Pants are all that's needed. The itch is down there."
Solid logic. No room for argument.
"I took everything off, though?"
While I hesitated, Nine ditched her bra and panties. Completely nude.
Why the hell strip? The question burned in my throat.
Her choice to undress made no sense. Nor did throwing it in my face like that.
'Mk.1 logic.'
The Mk.1 mindset was impossible to grasp. Trying just hurt me.
"...You can put 'em back on after."
I didn't even glance her way. She shook her tits like she wanted me to stare, but I kept my eyes forward and stripped off my underwear.
"Daddy."
Nine approached. The air rippled with each step.
Obvious, really.
With tits that huge pushing the air ahead, even a former hero at level 99 would've felt the waves.
"Why give presents only to Olivia and Charlotte... and nothing to me?"
"...Presents?"
Presents? I didn't remember giving them anything.
If anything, they'd stripped me of my pride and dignity.
"Your first time with Daddy. You did it with Olivia."
"...That was..."
You forced it on me. I didn't want it.
I wanted to vent my grievances. But I couldn't.
'Would she even listen if I complained?'
No way she'd take it at face value. She might act tamer than Olivia or Charlotte, but Nine wasn't normal.
I didn't think she was.
"Your anal virginity. You said you'd give it to Charlotte."
"What bullshit."
No plans to give it. Ever.
I'm a guy. Giving is one thing; receiving? Physiologically impossible.
"Charlotte's gonna fuck you, Daddy. If you keep resisting, she'll hold back... but eventually overpower you. She did before the regression. She moved first."
"......"
Charlotte Mk.1—the one to watch closest. Nine had lived it, so I etched her words into my mind.
"She'll be more careful this time. But when she hits her limit, she'll take you. It's set in stone, like fate. Like how Mommies left with other men."
"...What?"
Set future. Destiny. Nine's words gutted me.
The despair of realizing some things couldn't be changed, no matter the struggle.
Thanks to her, those memories resurfaced. I scowled and glared at Nine.
"Help or don't."
"Daddy, you're so mean."
My irritation flipped the script—she started whining and continued.
"Why only Olivia and Charlotte.... Nothing for me."
"I didn't give 'em shit. They took it."
I hadn't given anything. Had no intention to.
So why gripe at me?
I got her feeling deprived because of Olivia and Charlotte's aggression. But it wasn't my fault.
I was a victim too.
'Nothing at all?'
Nine hadn't gotten nothing.
"...You sucked my blood too."
Less than the others, maybe, but not zero.
My sharp jab hit home—she went silent, busted expression and all.
Landed a solid hit. Felt good.
I slipped in a subtle request.
"Just help me."
"With nothing in return?"
"...You offered."
My dick was itching bad now. I wanted her spit pronto.
Knowing the aphrodisiac's terror cut my hesitation. Experiences with Charlotte had toughened me up.
"I did say that, but..."
Nine dragged it out in a nasally whine. Stalling.
Until my itch worsened.
'You're all in on it after all!'
I gritted my teeth. Anger was anger; itch was itch. I decided fast.
No room to squirm from the loser's position.
"...What do you want?"
"Quick decision-maker. Heard Charlotte took forever."
"......"
Rigged game of Go-Stop. I was the mark, played by the Mk.1 hustlers.
"Spit it out."
Urged on, Nine beamed.
"Let me suck your blood regularly."
"...Fine, whatever."
No time to haggle. My crotch throbbed urgently—I needed relief now.
I yanked down my underwear and closed in on Nine.
She giggled.
"Sticking your smelly grown-up daughter your stinky cock?"
"...You're not my real daughter."
I didn't raise you. The Mk.1s' dad is Dyke Mk.1.
I'm Mk.2. Father to the Mk.2s.
'I sure as hell won't raise mine like this.'
No clue on Dyke Mk.1's methods.
He failed. I won't repeat his mistakes.
"Right, Daddy's correct. We're not blood-related at all."
"......"
"That's why we can do stuff like this."
Nine gathered saliva in her mouth. Then spat it right on my dick.
The itch faded instantly.
But my cock tried to harden, unleashing waves of agony.
"Holy Protect."
Nine chanted her holy spell, and sacred light enveloped my crotch. The pain vanished in a flash.
"Whoa...!"
I couldn't help but gasp at the warm glow.
True vampire blood? Hard to believe—this holy power was unreal. Words failed me.
"Keep going?"
"...Yeah. Still itches a bit."
"Sure."
Nine gathered saliva again. Spat. Expert aim—not her first rodeo.
S-seriously, can't you be gentle...?
Something felt off.