27. [Side Story] Mizuki's Secret and Her Two Princes (Mizuki⭐︎)
This side story, set during the peak of midsummer Mizuki Festival, covers the episodes leading up to chapters 25 and 26 from her perspective.
□□□□□□～□□□□□□ is the Mizuki POV version of chapters 25 and 26.
It's a bit too long, but splitting it felt weird, so I'm releasing it as one chapter.
You can skip it if you want, but since I went to the trouble of writing it, I'd love if you read it.
I have two princes.
Of course, this isn't reality—it's all in my imaginary world.
I don't really remember what sparked my first time masturbating.
Something must have happened, but by the time I noticed, I had a habit of rubbing my crotch against things. It felt like scratching an itch—pure relief.
I learned it was wrong on a rainy day in early elementary school.
Dad and I had plans to play outside, but the rain canceled them.
I was playing video games, but Dad wouldn't join, so I pestered him, clinging to him on the sofa and grinding my crotch against his thigh.
Mom saw and yelled at me like crazy.
That's when I knew it was bad. But I didn't get why.
By upper elementary, I switched to my fingers.
Not sure of the exact age—probably fifth grade.
The trigger was a video I found by backtracking Dad's phone browser history.
Back then, I'd borrow his phone for any question and search online. After a few searches, I hit back to check history. It was slow, so I mashed the button, and a video started. It was a naked woman going at it solo.
I watched the whole five minutes. But it just grossed me out.
Didn't make me hate Dad. We still bathed together then. Mom worked weekends a lot, so Dad took me trekking and camping—fun times. When I got my first period, he helped while I googled in panic. He was reliable when it counted. Loved him tons.
Oh, and Mom was the one who said no more shared baths. Not blaming her or anything. Just clarifying. Love her too. Miss her.
Back to summer vacation. That video nagged at me—gross but curious. Curiosity won; I touched my clit with my finger. Felt squishy, that was it. Should've stopped there.
Days later, urge hit again. As I fiddled, it swelled, and unbelievable pleasure shot through me.
After that, daily ritual all summer. Scared to finger my vagina, but I'd tease the entrance, use the slickness on my clit. Always stopped just before the big wave—good enough.
"I'm weird. Totally messed up," I thought nonstop. No one to ask. Mom? She'd flip. Fine with yelling, but I needed why and how to quit.
Had to hide it.
Balanced with studies—top grades middle and high school, student council secretary in third year middle.
Swam hard in club, but never broke regionals.
Masturbation ebbed and flowed—daily streaks or days off. Mood thing. Tried quitting tons, failed every time.
Once sex ed clicked, first prince appeared.
Older guy—Dad's age or more. Worn-out, listless, hiding from society. Forces lewd stuff on reluctant me. All imagination, obviously.
Too dark—would break me—so I added Prince Two: handsome, princely isekai guy. Sweet, naughty fun with him. In fantasy land. But his design flopped—face always blurry. Didn't know my type. Fine till real crush.
Not just two—others merged into Prince Two, tweaking his personality and build per mood.
"Weird. Messed up" lingered. Wondered what others did. But confessions? Lies mixed in. I sure wouldn't spill truth.
No way I'd say this shit.
One vow: Marry my first kiss, live happy. No matter what, protect that.
High school hit.
Elite public school—high national uni scholarships, train commute start.
No big dreams. "Housewife"? Laughter bait.
Swim club senior one year up synced commutes—hung out more. Post-GW date-ish outing in May.
Others thought we glued; heard it. I hoped a bit, but no love sparked. Princes still my guys.
Maybe needs time? Wait for feelings. Or would no masturbation have led normal romance?
Peak self-loathing then—couldn't quit.
Train incident: Same uniform girl weirded out. Bag hid it, but grope visible. Chikan sure—went to help.
There was my first prince.
No real name. Called himself Mash.
Total mistake—nailed him as chikan, but just prince lookalike.
Forced kiss. My fault. But harsh.
Here, flashed Dad for a sec—impossible match.
Then, second prince's vague face clarified.
No. Rewriting memories in this mood? End delusion here.
Misunderstanding, but sekuhara nonstop—kept distance on purpose. Or so I thought. Drew to him hard. Goblin shield. Next thing, wearing his mana seed necklace, picking his clothes, gave uniform, panties, charm.
Sealed Prince Two. First Prince now both roles.
No—Mash hijacked First Prince.
Mash ain't prince. Prince ain't Mash.
Clarify or disaster.
Already disaster.
He brought dog-eared slave girl. Cute—total opposite me. Just four days here. Hurt.
Fam, she said. Interacted tons later. Mash casual if nearby; Fam desperately close—heart distance. Adorable struggle. Not physical.
But good. Distance possible.
Yet joined his party.
Relaxed fit. Sekuhara pissed me off still.
Surprise: Communicated with locals, connections. Unlike hermit prince.
Unlike my Wind's Blade isolation—especially Lead clash, duel-quit only way. Mash helped.
Prince looks, but reliable adult side totally different.
Night fell.
Post-duel night, prince toyed with me freely. Imagination only.
Daily ritual since arrival.
Didn't notice door unlocked, intruder.
On bed, supine, usual clit and shallow vag tease.
Plain white tee, light blue polka-dot panties. Hands inside, working.
Wetter than usual. Day's Mash-prince overlap. Protected again.
"Nnh... un... mmm... n... n..."
Usually silent, but tonight leaks.
Eyes shut tight, fantasy focus. Lost in it.
One breast grabbed hard—savoring feel.
"Ahh!"
Voice slipped. Extra horny.
Nipple pinched—already hard from excitement.
Twiddled firm.
"Mmm!"
So good.
"Mizuki."
Named. New? Nipple twisted hard.
"Mmm! ...N... n?"
Off. Pinch hurts. Just imagine? Eyes open.
"N... Mash...? Huh? Mash?"
"Morning, Mizuki. Having fun, huh?"
Real world too—prince. No, Mash. Kneading my nipple. Real Mash? Yes. Secret solo caught by him. Brain panic.
"Kyaa! Mash! What the hell—get off!"
Lunged up—pinned. Tee gaped, tits out. Never shown anyone—now him. Looming, groping.
"What? Helping you out. You're backed up—I'll cooperate."
"Get out! I'll scream bloody murder!"
Slap hands away. Desperate resist. Straddled belly, kneading nonstop. No escape—must somehow.
"Do it. Then nude Mizuki viewing party." Chilled.
"...Please, forgive me."
Glanced—Fam there. She'd stop him with other girls.
"Fam! Please, stop Mash!"
"Fam, as I said. Sit quiet or party boot."
He planned my plea. Me solo-deep, virginity crisis.
"Shu-sama..." Fam murmur.
Mash hand to crotch. Didn't want wetness known.
"Hey, don't touch!"
Panties front yanked. Mound stroked. Shivers up.
"Whoa, no hair. Shaved?"
"Not here. Came hairless—dunno why."
Answered. His words echo prince. Can't resist.
"Right. My wish granted."
His wish made me bald? Nah.
Distracted—finger past mound to slit. Body twitched despite hate. Knew I'm soaked. Clit touched, rubbed. No disgust—good. Heartbreaking.
"Other changes?"
"Ahn, n-no... normal..."
"Mizuki, I'll do it right—spread 'em."
"...No. Hell no."
Obvious no. Belly-ridden, hands trapped. Can't let more freedom. Clamp thighs. Forced pry. Fingertip at back hole—most hated spot.
"Ah." Slackened. Deeper in.
"Damn, soaked back here."
Finger in ass—sudden, no clench time. Foreign overload. Push? Safe? Out now. Likes backdoor?
"Agu, Mash, stop!"
"All in."
Twisting knead, full depth. Ass center, body arched. Weird pleasure. Novel. But shame max—out please.
"Let front play, pull out. Resist—finger two."
"Wait, got it— no two!"
Pulled. If gaping, die shame. Wiped on thigh. Unseen? Anxious, silent. No more ass—spread. Off me finally.
"Panties in way—off."
Closed legs, yanked. Resist urge—hate ass finger.
Staring crotch. No. Shame. End this rampage how?
"Mizuki, thought black-shiny from solo, but pink and pretty."
"...Don't say mean shit." Tears.
"Mash, I skip sometimes, but near daily. Sick?"
Blurted.
"Jacking? Normal. Back home same—post-no-fap, multiples daily."
"...Guys don't count." Accepted—fog lifted bit.
"Asking then bitch? Fam, you? Since when?"
"N-none."
"Liar. Mizuki worries—tell."
"Started age 10. Towel wipe found spot. Rarely alone, then sick—only chances."
Even Fam. Way less than me.
"Mizuki. Secret please."
"Yeah. Got it."
Wanted mine secret too—told worst person voluntary. Pointless.
"Oi, Mizuki. Don't forget rape."
Pointed out. Reality: zero escape.
"Spread and show yourself."
Pulled lips, vag visible. Obey only choice. How act to stop?
"Mizuki, gorgeous."
"...Not happy."
Face to crotch. Scary.
Clit poked—tongue prob. Already swollen.
"Nn... nn..."
Leaks. Licked. Way better solo.
Intensifying. Finger at entrance—deeper than usual.
"A, Mash, s-stop, a, ahn..."
No voice control unlike solo. Hate sharing—leaks.
Tongue-finger merciless. Won't stop at my usual cliff. Unknown territory.
"Mash, cumming, gonna cum—stop, ah, ah, ah, I-I cumm—!"
Easily came. First time. Intense bliss. Toys me to pleasure effortless.
Body limp pleasure-locked. Watched him strip.
Dick at entrance. Rape, yet body okays all—unbelievable.
"Mizuki, contraceptive."
Fam offered. No Mash baby—reach.
"Drink, consensual."
Dominates—what wants? Retract.
"Mash, laughable, but vowed marry first kiss—from kid. Here, you forced—body to marriage at least."
"Guy exists?"
"N-no."
Senior flashed. Wrong, this man taught.
"Then me fine."
Words end—dick in vag. Slick smooth entry. Kinda good.
"Uh, a-already in?"
"Tip only. Why no resist?"
"Head resists—body ignores..."
Body obeys him. Infuriating. Move girl-like longer. Want love. Blame: I taught body princes. Tears. Wiped finger.
"Give up. Full in."
"...Mash, not that."
Post-in, party fallout fear. Even stop, I'd leave for self.
Distracted—deeper. Max clench resist. Snap—barrier broke, hilted.
"Auuuuh!!"
Hot iron rod gutted.
"M-Mash, really in? H-hurts."
"In. Feels insane. Perfect grip. Pussy famous instrument too."
"Au, not happy!"
Why praise that?
Withdraw—folds cling. Slam full again.
"Agu."
Pounded. Palms roam: hair, cheek, neck, tits, waist. Raped, yet happy—more touch.
"Mizuki, best."
Hugged. Arms his back. First man—warm, broad. Insane: body syncs his rhythm.
Face near. My prince.
"Mash, ahn... ahn, ahn..."
Breathy moans. Hate close hear.
"Mizuki, forgetting rape."
"I... hate myself. This no..."
Earlobe nibble. Tongue in ear. Shudders. Neck, armpit licked.
"Mizuki, self here?"
"Peach fuzz originally—gone with pubes..."
Answer again.
Faster pace. End near.
Tits kneaded, nipple sucked. Moans. Stop please. No—keep feeling good.
"Mizuki, cumming soon."
"Eh? No—baby!"
Knew close. Creampie bad.
Hips blur.
No inner cum—push off. Hand gripped, pinned head.
Dick throbbed inside.
"Noooo—!!"
Pulses flooded cum. Opposite words—bliss. Wanted all inside. Froze till empty.
Inner cum ok'd. No pill. Baby? How?
Softened, slipped out.
Breaths settled.
"Lost... everything..."
"Mizuki, hate to interrupt daze—pill."
Passed while limp.
"Eh, ok?"
"This mess, right?"
"Yeah, thx."
Swallowed. Bitter. Water crave.
"Mizuki, sorry add—three no fit here. My room."
"Eh? No, leave me."
Need solo think time.
"Up."
Forced. No think time. Tee off—nude. Shame, no hide energy.
"Fam, sorry wait. Back room—lead."
"Yes."
Fam keys, lantern out.
"Hey, naked!" Hands cover tits-crotch panic.
"Fuss, all see." Nude hall march.
"M, too mean?"
"Walk."
Follow Fam. Rub hurt. Cum-juice drip—stagger stairs. Slow? Finger in there.
"Higu!"
Scream slipped. Hand mouth seal.
Mash room. Big bed. Fucks Fam here.
Finger still in. Voices ok now—kneaded.
Upper pinned bed. Lower standing—ass out. Shame pose. Face hidden good. Finger out.
"Lost it. Rear entry now."
"Toy-like, cruel."
"Nah, Mizuki ready."
Smeared juice on cheek.
Dick re-enter. Easier than first.
"Nooo!"
Thrusts start.
"Ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn..."
Leaks.
Ass spanked. Hole eyed. Shame. Tug—clench hard or gap.
"Mizuki, really pretty..."
Asshole review. Mercy.
"Au, ahn, ahn, ahn..."
Moans nonstop. Done for.
Fam visible. Hand in own crotch. Staring Mash.
"Fam..."
Mash call—nears.
"Shu-sama... ngu, ngu..."
Invisible, but kiss—sloppy sounds.
"H-hey, too much!"
Blurted.
"Sorry, focus you. Cum soon."
Ass gripped, hips blur. Pachi-pachi.
"No inner!"
"Same as last creampie. Deepest, mark mine."
Not same. Preg intent?
"Cumming."
Throb again.
"Aaaaah!"
Gut pulses pour. Accept only.
Tool-rough. Mad. Felt it.
All seen, body roamed. Mad. More touch-see crave.
First taken. Mad. Happy.
Creampied. Gross. Brain-white bliss. Gut fill comfy happy.
Baby maybe. Scary. Mash ok.
Mad at this Mash.
Dazed—he draped.
Snores started.
Fam peeled Mash off, dragged center. No wake—deep sleep. Patted quilt beside. Ok there. Room back? Too much.
"Mizuki, ok?"
"...Yeah. You sure ok?"
"Shu-sama likes you." True? Trust?
"Wanna hear your side."
"..."
Silent. Dumb question. Hates obvious. Can't stop Mash. Loves real.
Shift—blanket tuck. More talk? Post-freakshow words fail. Fam same—wants chat, hesitates.
"Night, Mizuki."
"Yeah, night, Fam."
Fam other side Mash. Lamp off.
Brain mush. Tears.
Sex with non-like.
No. Confess. Mash always intrigued. Crushing hard. Unique feels.
Mash prob like. But object-treat future? Worry.
Want party tomorrow.
Act normal = old normal?
Fam forgive? Beg anyway.
Worst, next dunno.
Crotch touch. Ache lingers. Mix drip. Scoop see—pitch black nada. Musky scent.
Taste? Long debate.
Bold—suck.
"Ugh, nasty. Blood too."
Idiot move. Water want—nope. Shoulda grinded adventurer till basic magic.
Morning, kissed Mash.
Light greet-lip touch—my will, first real.
I leaned, he sealed.
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