Chapter 263: Anouk Howls

She said no?

"This is an open place. There are people who might see."

So that was the problem. But who would be watching a place like this?

"Then please tell me a spot where we won’t be seen."

When I asked, she pointed.

"There."

The palace gate had a watch-hut-like structure on the great roof, and another roof above that. We were standing on the lower roof. It was a 360-degree open environment, but I had not chosen it—Anouk had simply led me here. Was there no one there? No night watch?

"There" meant the watch hut.

"Hello?"

I opened the door and stepped inside. Through the glass I had seen no one, and there was no sense of another presence.

"It’s all right..."

Anouk’s voice had grown a little firmer than before. The melt-level seemed to have dropped from 80 percent to around 60.

Just as I thought that, Anouk tripped on the step at the entrance—it was not barrier-free.

"Oops."

I caught her. Instead of her chest I ended up holding her soft belly. Apparently the medicine’s effects had not reached there yet.

Come to think of it, I had only been looking at Anouk from behind and had never properly seen her from the front. While enjoying the feel of her belly, my fingers sank in. Even if one trained the body, I had heard that the flesh in places like this was hard to reduce.

"Please stop..."

Because I had been wriggling my fingers against her belly, the melt-level had probably risen to 70 percent. While rubbing, my hand naturally drifted downward—such is a man’s nature! I could not tell where a hand could even enter this outfit. Perhaps the clothes were one-piece from top to bottom and removing them was impossible? Well, Anouk had a mouth, so that was fine enough. Ah, there was a button here?! But how was one supposed to take it off? A senior had once told me that when bras changed from back-hook to front-hook, he had struggled because he no longer knew how to unfasten them... Being able to undress a woman anytime, anywhere, was always an encounter with the unknown. Thinking of it that way, the person who invented the jersey was great. However, this world had neither rubber nor zippers, so jerseys did not exist.

None of that mattered. I let my fingers crawl lower. Naturally I was holding her from behind, so my other hand was kneading her breast while my cock pressed firmly into the cleft of Anouk’s ass. I ground it against her. This feeling! Anouk twisted her hips. Through the cloth my fingertips were stimulating a place that was hot, wet, and in a terrible state.

"W-we mustn’t do this... Her Majesty is... w-waiting..."

Anouk did not seem to know the law that thinking something is forbidden only pulls you deeper into it.

Still holding Anouk from behind, I let her shuffle pata-pata-pata forward until she placed one hand on the table in the center. With her free hand she made a shuru-shuru-shuru motion around her waist—and then her trousers dropped with a shush. My cock dropped with them.

There, with a purun, Anouk’s bare ass appeared. In the darkness her white buttocks stood out clearly.

"Hurry..."

Anouk said it hotly. "Hurry" could only mean hurry and put it in! She was inviting me in the rear-entry position Lily (officially?) disliked. At this point there was nothing left to hesitate over! I took my cock in hand and pressed it roughly where I thought it should go—but it missed? It hit a different hole... Anouk’s hand reached back between her legs, pinched the tip, and guided me. Then I pushed in!! Aaaaaaaaah—!!

"Ugh?!"

A muffled sound escaped Anouk. While panting haa, haa, haa, she squeezed and squeezed. Tight at the entrance, tight farther in, as if trying to prevent me from going even deeper? Love juice was pouring out in abundance; fluid was already dripping down to my own crotch.

"Guh...guh...guh..."

Every time I moved my hips Anouk let out a sound that could have been a moan. From the hips I was slamming against came wet nyucho, nyucho, nyucho sounds. Gripping Anouk’s white ass while thrusting in and out, I rose higher and higher. It might have been soon, but I had been storing it up! It would not be an exaggeration to say I had been saving it for this! If asked whether it was all right to do this only the second time I met Anouk, I did not know. All I could say was that feeling good was justice!

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes! My entire body had become a cock! I was being sucked into Anouk. I gripped her ass tightly and poured everything into her.

I pumped so hard I almost thought I could hear a byuuu!! I was squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. The tip was being sucked so hard it felt like it might tear off!

Anouk was breathing with her shoulders—zeh, zeh, zeh. When I tried to cup her breasts with both hands and kiss her, she turned her face away. Apparently kissing was not allowed. We were joined below, yet kissing was forbidden. I did not understand the logic, but this was not a matter of logic.

"U-u-uuuuu—hurry... we have to hurry..."

Anouk’s moaning voice reached me. Her insides were still twitching, yet her mind seemed to be waking? Even as she said "Ugh!!" when I gave her hips a little shake.

But we had to go to the Queen. When I pulled out with a spot, Anouk sank to the floor as if she had lost her support. A drop of fluid fell from the tip of my cock, so of course it was overflowing from inside her as well. Would it stain the floor? Did we not need to wipe it?

Anouk was panting with her shoulders—fuu, fuu, fuu. She suddenly stood, pulled out something like a small towel, tucked it between her legs, and pulled her trousers back on. Hmm... was that all right? If she herself was fine with it, then it was fine. Then she came and clung to me, resting her face on my shoulder. She stayed still. Was this really the same intimidating lady-in-waiting from before? Truly? The face was similar, but was it not a different person?

We stayed like that for a while. The hand gripping me kept opening and closing. What did that mean?

"That’s enough. Thank you."

Anouk pulled her body away from me and spoke quietly. She was gradually drifting farther from my first impression of her.

"Let’s go."

"Yes."

Why did I even start this? I wondered as I followed behind Anouk with a tooon, tooon. There were always people like this around important figures... there were surely some around the Duchess as well. Elle? Annie? Yes, they were there. A talented hawk hides its talons, or something like that.