16. Interlocking
"...So, Marian. To summarize your story—your father somehow ended up using an onahole modeled after your genitalia... Ugh, I'm already lost from this point onward."
"I-I didn't want things to turn out like this either!"
"Right, right. Anyway, you keep feeling it whenever your father uses that onahole... That's what you're saying. Good grief. So your current dilemma is whether this constitutes incestuous sex or not?"
At my summary, Marian blushed and nodded.
Why are you blushing?
Honestly, how far into depravity are we going? I feel terrible for Count Lowell. Though it seems he's willingly using the onahole enthusiastically...
"Alright, stand up for a moment."
I rose from my chair and approached Marian.
She stood up with a puzzled expression. I gently placed my hand below her navel, on her lower abdomen. Before I could even register the soft touch,
I scattered magical energy.
"...Huh?"
"Stay still. I'll sever this damn link first."
When I closed my eyes and focused, I immediately sensed it—the thin Thread of Magic stretching from her uterine area.
This thread likely extended all the way to the Count's chambers.
Snap— The sensation of an invisible string breaking.
Marian shuddered violently before slumping her shoulders with a long sigh.
"...Haa. I finally feel alive again. My body feels lighter."
"Congratulations. This solves your idiotic dilemma for now."
I sat back down and asked:
"So what about that onahole in the Count's possession? The link is broken, so it shouldn't happen again. Oh, and it'll probably malfunction too. The Self-Repair Coordinate must've disappeared."
Marian shrugged nonchalantly.
"Hmm. It's not like I can swap it out, right? Father seems quite attached to it already. If it breaks naturally, that's that."
I burst out laughing at the absurdity.
"...Anyone hearing this would think it's some filial piety gift. If you marry like this later, wouldn't it be outright fraud? Voyeurism, incest... You've got quite the thick mask, Lady Marian."
"Hehe. It seems you don't understand noble society well, Noah-nim. If you knew what other nobles do behind closed doors, my troubles would seem quite trivial."
"...Even considering that, this isn't exactly normal. Tsk."
We exchanged meaningless banter to clear the air—if you could call it that. Though I'd only been away from Bellua for a few days, we somehow had this much to talk about.
I can't share my true thoughts with anyone except those who know my secret. It can't be helped.
As Marian picked up a biscuit, she suddenly looked at me as if remembering something.
"By the way, Noah-nim. Do you plan to work immediately after returning from the dungeon? You could've rested today."
"Too much on my mind—I just ended up here. Staying idle only breeds unnecessary thoughts. I'll just take jobs today. I already told Jane to accept any reservations."
"...As expected."
"I'm curious what 'as expected' means."
"Hehehe."
Marian finished her biscuit and began tidying up. Part of me wanted to stop her and ask something.
Who else could I consult about these worries?
But...
I had to let her leave as she chuckled and exited the room. Though my troubles were something I could share with Marian, they were still too embarrassing to voice.
Truthfully, the reason I decided to work today was
because I wanted to confirm something.
Last night's fucking amazing sex with Isabella. Even considering her heat cycle, it wasn't just about heightened sensitivity.
Was it good because it was Isabella?
Or is any sex just good?
If I receive customers without Sensory Dampening Magic...
—Knock knock.
Jane peeked her head through the door.
"Noah-nim? Since you're starting work today, I brought the list of reserved customers."
She strode to the table and handed me a parchment.
"Five customers today. Should I accept more?"
"...No, five is plenty for the first day."
"Some have been desperately waiting while you were away. I could've taken more, but figured you'd prefer five for the first day."
"...Want a praise?"
"No. Thanks."
I casually scanned the names.
Karl—a mercenary new to Bellua? First time seeing this name.
Bron—a regular. I remember him being ill-mannered.
Jack—another regular.
Hans—haven't seen him in a while.
And the last line.
"...Huh?"
"Problem with the list?"
"No... Not exactly."
"Ah, that woman came again. Curious what two women do together, but you won't tell me, will you?"
"......"
The last name on the list was familiar.
Isabella. Ibel's real name.
Well, should I consider this fortunate? Isabella wouldn't know anyway. It seemed like a perfect opportunity for comparison.
Plus, I'd get to enjoy sex too.
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"Ooh, this is the famous original onahole...!"
Rough breathing echoed from beyond the wall. That Karl guy walked straight to the wall while unbuckling his pants.
Then without foreplay, he immediately—
Schlick.
"Oooook—!"
Before I could even process the sensation of raw flesh without Sensory Dampening Magic...
Squelch.
He trembled his hips and spilled cum inside my pussy.
First customer Karl had severe premature ejaculation.
"Who the fuck you rushing, bitch? Just get ready to take master's cock!"
Next was Bron, who spewed vulgarities whenever he opened his mouth. Normally I'd magically mute him, but today I decided to listen quietly.
Thrust, thrust, thrust—!
He pumped enthusiastically but... small.
Well, at least he seemed happy. His cock only scraped shallowly near the entrance.
No sensation of fullness,
no stimulation deeper inside,
just clumsy fingering-like sensation.
"Guhhh! You temptress...!"
"......"
The self-satisfied bastard quickly squirted and left.
Second customer Bron—noisy little man. Dissatisfaction. Thumbs down.
Next was Jack—utterly average. So unremarkable I wouldn't remember him. Shook hips moderately, came moderately, left.
Fourth customer Hans.
"Long time no see. Earned some spare money. Getting reservations has become tough lately."
"Business must be good?"
"More mercenaries means more work for smithies."
Hans was (relatively?) well-mannered and decently endowed. When he thrust in, I finally felt actual pleasure.
Definitely...
Sex is supposed to feel good.
Thinking this, I began subtly swaying my hips to match his rhythm.
"...Huhk!"
"Good?"
"Your hip movements... they're art...!"
Decently satisfying sex.
But that was it. It felt good, but was it worth shattering my identity? Needed more contemplation.
Though Hans seemed ecstatic.
I don't do this job to "serve" men in that way.
'...My pleasure threshold became too high. This isn't enough.'
After tasting mind-blowing sex, lesser experiences felt inadequate. Had I tried Hans's cock before, it might've sufficed.
Then came the final customer.
"Last reserved customer."
After Jane's announcement, the door across the wall opened. Footsteps approached.
Cautious, hesitant footsteps...
'Isabella...'
Anticipation made me gulp.
Awkwardness about facing my disciple aside—last night's cock felt too damn good.
Surely she'd make me feel good again... As I thought this, Isabella suddenly grabbed my ass through the wall.
"...Long time no see. Number 1."
"Yee...eah. Busy?"
I feigned composure. My voice was modulated—no way she'd recognize me.
Juices dripped regardless.
Isabella responded calmly, unaware or not.
"Had lots of work. Personal matters too..."
"Hmm."
"Ah, and thank you."
"For what?"
"Others might've spread my secret. But you've kept it. No rumors at the Adventurer's Guild or taverns prove it."
"Hm. That's our brothel's principle. What happens here stays here."
"...I see."
Simultaneously,
I heard Isabella take a deep breath beyond the wall, followed by undressing sounds—shoes off, belt unbuckled...
Then silence.
In the tense atmosphere, just as I inhaled—
Her glans touched my hole.
"...I'm putting it in."
Schloooork—!
"Ah, ah, aah—!"
This. This is it.
The fullness Karl's premature ejaculation, Bron's tiny cock, Jack's mediocrity, and Hans's decent effort couldn't provide...!
When her glans tapped my cervix, my eyes rolled back as I came lightly.
"Haa, haa... Hahk... haa..."
Then, a single phrase from beyond the wall:
"Master...?"
Startled, I clenched my pussy with all my might.