Chapter 45
Chapter 45
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - The Innocent Princess and the Venomous Knight (14)
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Too late. Way too late.
"It's already been twenty minutes... Why...?"
Was that man not coming?
"......"
No, more importantly, why was she waiting for him in the first place?
"Hoo..."
A sigh escaped her lips. If he didn't show, it was to her advantage. Unlike her, where extra time meant more of the bet, being late cost him directly. But was it really a loss for him? Or...
She felt tricked. Or rather, she had no choice but to think so.
As much as she hated to admit it, after just four sessions, her body was already hooked on him.
His touch, his lips, his body heat, his scent.
They wouldn't fade.
From the moment she woke in bed that morning, through meals, training, showers, and even falling asleep again. His lingering presence haunted her mind endlessly, tormenting her. Arousing her.
And it wasn't just her mind. In a mere four hours, he'd subjugated three parts of her body.
At some point, just seeing his hands made saliva pool in her mouth. A salty tang lingered on her tongue, tickling like it was scraping against it. Yet compared to what he did, it felt unsatisfying.
Her neck and collarbone were the same. After days of being licked and sucked thousands of times, marks had bloomed across the skin. She'd blamed bug bites, but sharp-eyed people probably noticed.
"...Haa, haaah..."
Even now.
Just thinking of him made her skin itch.
Even in this room warded with warming magic, her body heated up, her breath quickened, and her lower belly throbbed.
Today was finally the breasts. One of the most sensitive erogenous zones for a woman, a cherished part. For two hours today and tomorrow, only her breasts and nipples would be tormented.
If it was this bad already, she couldn't imagine what it'd be like after two days.
So.
She'd harbored that not-expectation of an expectation, but he wasn't coming.
Her time to have her breasts fondled was slipping away, and she felt complicated emotions toward herself for regretting it.
"Another ten minutes have passed..."
Knock knock.
"?! ...Come in."
Click.
"My apologies. I'm a bit late today. Actually, no need for me to apologize."
"...A bit? It's already been thirty minutes. And you call that a bit?"
She realized her mistake only after speaking.
A meaningful smile turned her way.
"If I'm late, isn't it good for you, Lady Etilene?"
"Th-that's true, but...!"
What excuse could she make? Nothing came to mind. She had to come up with something, but no matter how she thought, there was no downside for her if he was late. There was... but she couldn't say it.
mockery crossed Valdes's face.
"I get it. Strip."
His blunt command.
The signal that bet time had begun.
"......Yes."
The clothes wrapping her upper body slid off smoothly. By her own hands, her only garment.
In an instant, she was half-naked.
Exposing the luscious fruit of her peach-like feminine form.
"As expected. No bra."
A chill ran through her—
"Hnnngh... Y-yes..."
His satisfied gaze raked over her breasts.
She knew. Even if she undressed slowly, or wore layers, he'd count it as time. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"And..."
He pinched her nipple.
"Hnnnngh!!"
"Already this hard for a commoner..."
Both nipples, erect for a commoner man. With index and middle fingers like scissors.
Pulling the captured nipple stretched her breast forward. Young and firm, it didn't elongate much. Still, the pointed shape was embarrassing.
And more embarrassing than that.
"Ah, hn, hn, hngh..."
Despite the pinching, she wasn't in pain—she was feeling it intensely,
"...Haaahng—!!"
And squirting love juices as she came.
"Haa, haa..."
"We're just starting."
It felt too good,
...That was the truth.
"...Yesss..."
"Hngh, ah, ha, ngh, kuh..."
Etilene bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans.
In these past few days, she'd bitten her lip more times than in her entire life ahead—excluding the bet period, of course.
"Hng, hn, ngh, uhng, ngh..."
She knew it was futile.
But.
"Try holding back those moans a bit more?"
"Ngh, hn, y-yes, yess♡ ...Heek!"
He wanted it.
Since when? Listening to him felt good. Precisely, his blunt speech. Obeying his commands—allowed only during bet time—gave her intense satisfaction.
Probably since the contract seal was etched.
'And this seal isn't from the contract magic, but something else.'
She wasn't a fool.
She could tell the seal was off.
At first, she'd brushed it off, but the changes since it appeared pointed straight to it. No other suspects besides the lewd tattoo.
The shape was weird to start. Embarrassed by its location, she'd checked late, but it was a pink-outlined heart. Too mismatched for a contract seal. And just yesterday, it throbbed as a new stroke was added.
That's when she realized the trap.
But even realizing it.
'Feels... haa, so good...'
She had to admit it.
Her body was nearly half his already. Honestly, she worried how long she could last the remaining time.
Surrender? Impossible.
It was her body, not her mind. Feeling good when obeying him didn't mean she liked him or wanted to submit. She just craved the pleasure he gave.
So she had no confidence? No, she could endure.
Just enjoy the pleasure until he left Ulstro in ten days.
"What're you thinking?"
Valdes squeezed her breast hard and asked.
"Hng! J-just..."
She couldn't tell the truth.
About the fake brand on her lower belly, or that she'd never submit. Or to prepare to leave Ulstro in ten days since she was getting used to the pleasure bit by bit.
But if he bolted? No more pleasure.
So Etilene hesitated, and in the end, said something else.
"J-just... thinking of Lady Mercedes..."
"Tell me more."
"...Uhng, hnnng. W-well..."
More? She couldn't detail other thoughts.
After brief deliberation, she blurted whatever came to mind.
"L-Lady Mercedes must... get touched like this all the time, I thought... Hngh!"
As her words trailed, the hand on her breast tightened, urging her on. Any harder, and it'd lose shape—the breast deformed.
Just fifteen minutes in; after the rest, wouldn't her breasts be covered in red handprints? Her nipples swollen and perpetually erect? A faint anticipation rose.
"Ev-every time, her breasts, kneaded, nipples... hngh! Pinched, and, and..."
Etilene's words devolved into babble.
"See... You were lying, huh?"
"Ngh! Th-that's..."
"Your tits. Lift 'em."
"Y-yes."
Obeying, she cupped and lifted from the base. Valdes released his hand, seemed to pull back—then suddenly dipped his head.
"Eh?"
Slurp!
"Hnnngh!!"
Smack, pop-, slurp! ...Slurrrp, slurp, sluuuurp...
"Ngh! Gulp, hngh, ah, ah, th-this...!"
Shed only expected hands, not his tongue. Despite yesterday's torment on her neck and collarbone with skillful licks and sucks.
His tongue tip flicked the nipple, circled the pale areola, painting it with saliva. Like marking territory, thick laps, repeated circles.
Back to the nipple. Cheeks hollowed slightly, suction kicked in.
"Heek! Ah, hn... hngh, ha! Ah, aaghh...!"
The soft tongue grazing the bumpy nub felt hypersensitive.
"Kuhngh!!"
The novel pleasure tensed her hands supporting below; more ecstasy surged. Her suckled breast—would something spurt out? She worried.
'It tickles... Wanna scratch, touch it...'
Etilene clamped her thighs, rubbing her groin.
With pleasure flooding her body, her pussy couldn't stay unaffected. She wanted to finger herself right now.
She'd masturbated once a week if that; now dozens of times in five days. Shy and clumsy at first, now she'd tear her hymen for climax.
"Slurrrp... Fwa. Don't let go of your tits, ever."
"Y-yes..."
But he said no moving. So she couldn't.
'Ah, if... he'd let my hands go... Would I, do it here...?'
The doubt arose, but before she could ponder—
"...Hoo, bored of sucking nipples, so this time..."
Valdes stripped his lower half. Pants and underwear yanked off together, revealing his raging erection.
Seeing it, Etilene forgot her question clean.
"Shall we use this?"
Gasp. ...Gulp.
"What? Gotta command you one by one? Kneel."
"...A-alright..."
She dropped to her knees. Recalling spying on the two camping—she'd knelt like this too.
Unprompted, Etilene crawled forward on knees, wrapping his cock between her breasts. Heat, presence, scent incomparable to any other spot.
Her womb kept complaining.
*This* is what it needs, not breasts—throb throb... pound pound... clench clench...
But.
"...Ah, time's up."
Today's bet time,
"Ah..."
Was over.
Lately, Lady Etilene's been acting weird.
Not sure exactly, but... yeah. That day. When the princess's servant Valdes vanished with her for 'training advice.' From then on. Definitely.
Since, she's shown uncharacteristic behavior. Obvious enough others noticed.
Rumors spread in the knight order. That they're dating.
Someone saw them enter her room together.
But I don't buy it.
Her expression then wasn't of liking or love. If anything, dislike. And it's been barely a week since? No way.
Rumors spread faster than that.
Someone jealous of her and the servant started them for sure.
The problem is...
"Haa..., ...Hngh..."
'Again...'
A lewd moan from beside; she glanced sideways. As expected, Lady Etilene.
Now was platoon meeting time. Sitting a bit away, she wasn't focusing. Other knights probably noticed, but as the junior, she had no role, so they ignored it.
Her face and moans stiffened my lower half.
'Ah, damn it.'
...Erection.
Getting hard just from a favorite comrade's face and voice. Feels pathetic, perverted.
But unavoidable.
Lady Etilene was always beautiful and elegant, but just that. Like an ideal statue. Lately, though, she exuded a subtle allure.
If only I felt it, fine—but comrades' chatter said otherwise. Cause was clearly her.
A woman suddenly starts radiating sex appeal? Usually one reason.
'When she... learns a man...'
Stupid thought. She shook her head to dismiss it.
"Hm. Everyone else agrees, but are you against this, Sir Noisel?"
"Pardon? Uh... N-no! Sorry!!"
Blank for a sec, replayed her words. Then understood.
Jumped up, bowed apology to the princess.
Mistake. Worst timing too.
"Hehe. It's fine. But if you disagree next time, raise your hand properly."
"Uh, y-yes. Understood..."
Soft chuckles around.
Lucky.
Our platoon had the mildest, most lenient vibe of the three. Thanks to Vice Commander leading us. Bald middle-aged guy, but a good one.
After, I ignored Lady Etilene, focused on meeting. Can't repeat mistakes.