How surprising. A body like that, and Diane wouldn’t give herself to a man. The sultry charm she radiated was nearly enough to get me, a fellow
woman, wet for her.
No doubt some of that was due to her family’s profession, but her fiery hair and porcelain-white skin set her apart from other girls. Oh, how envious I was…
Gorgeous enough to rival even my sister’s looks, with a striking beauty mark under her eye and an hourglass figure that drew the eye of every man, she oozed charm with her every gesture. I coveted all of it!
And so I carefully seduced Charlot, that he would choose me over her.
Diane was sent fleeing in shame from his ball, and here I lay in victory with his tongue inside me.
“Oohohoho! Ahahahahaha!”
A conquest complete. A moment nearly as perfect as when I was told that Olivia had been sold into slavery, perhaps. Since the moment I was born, I had been showered in love—by my father, my siblings, and even my servants.
Every man we met loved me more than my sister. It seemed natural to me until I grew up and came to realize that her lovely face, her jaw-dropping figure, her elegant bearing, and everything else about her were superior to mine in every aspect.
It was around that time that all of the men around Olivia began to loathe her. Any ounce of love they may have felt for her instead seemed to transfer to me. I didn’t understand it at the time, but now I did.
Every girl more attractive than I would be squashed beneath my heel like an insect. All I had to do was engulf them in a mire of malice, and I had every right to do so.
“Hahaha… Aaahahaha!”
Maddening as it was, I couldn’t escape my envy. At that very moment, Diane was likely drowning in a mire of malice. Gradually, within a week, she would be mired in the same inescapable bog as my sister.
Any girl more attractive than I must be made to hate me.
I couldn’t stop laughing. Oh, what ecstasy! Might I even let Charlot penetrate me tonight?
“Nngh! Aaaah! Heehee, you’re getting quite excited, aren’t you, Charlot?”
Since my new hound had clambered into my bed, he’d been impressively erect—bigger at full mast even than the prince, perhaps?
“Heehee. Come, now. Claim your reward for choosing to love me.”
With my consent given, Charlot fell upon me. Why, this dog was surely in rut.
Schllp, schllp, schllp.
“Nnnngah! So rough! Nnnnaaaangh!”
He grew even larger when he put it in me. And he was remarkably skilled, at that!
I’d been certain he would have experience, since Charlot and Diane had once been so intimate, so I’d been shocked to learn it wasn’t so. However, it seemed he must have slept with a prostitute or two. His enormous penis scraped against my cervix, assaulting me with pleasure the likes of which I had never felt before.
Shlap, shlap… Sploosh.
“Mmh! Haah, haah…”
Oh? He already came? I watched Charlot’s penis shrink before my very eyes after a single orgasm. He seemed mortified; perhaps the thrill of penetrating me for the first time was simply too much for him?
I sighed. Well-endowed and skilled though he may have been, premature ejaculation meant no fun for me. Still, perhaps it served as an acceptable reward, at least.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Charlot? Good. Now, on to the next one. Come to me!”
The next man waiting in line hurried over and climbed into bed. As he did, Charlot went sighed and went to stand against the wall once again.
Let’s see, so this was… who was he again? Oh, no matter. As long as he could bring me to climax, he would receive his own reward. The night was young, my craving for love insatiable. Offer all your love unto me.
★ Diane ★
Spurred into action by Olivia’s letter, I took the family’s prized golem carriage and set off for the Rarogne Region the very day after Charlot broke off our engagement. Golems ran several times faster than horses, and they could scatter monsters with ease. They weren’t cheap, of course, but Margrave Meitia’s sole administration of the sex trade had made us the third-wealthiest family in the kingdom. As for why my father urged me to hurry so…
“You do realize that, according to this letter, Olivia is the only woman to whom the hero is attached.”
“Hm? Well, yes. They were blessed only yesterday, so I can’t imagine they’ve begun to speak of his taking a concubine just yet.”
The letter was so sickeningly sweet that I thought I might vomit just from reading it. Broaching the subject of concubines wouldn’t just be boorish; it would probably anger the hero.
Though Olivia’s marriage to the hero came as a surprise, the real shock was the revelation of her curse. Finally coming to grips with the horror she’d been subjected to, I felt a deep nausea settling in the pit of my stomach. At last I understood why she had always been so hated by men.
“Read again the letter, and read it well. I gave it only a cursory read, yet it was all too obvious that she frets over her inability to satisfy her husband.”
Trust a manager of brothels to have a sharp eye for such things. Suddenly a strange thought came to me—why had my father never shown any odium toward Olivia?
“It’s essential in our trade to never allow oneself to have feelings for the girls; thus, I could not be swayed either way, either positive or negative. To have feelings for a woman in this life leads only to pain for all involved.
Though I hardly need to tell you that.”
I wanted to believe that my father had some measure of love for me, but his logic was sound: if he was emotionless toward women in general, the curse would have no effect on him.
“Furthermore… Hmm, though I claimed my feelings cannot be swayed, I do appear to feel some distaste for you. Perhaps you’ve fallen victim to the very same curse.”
That’s quite the thing to say in such a deadpan voice, Father. Wait, you’re serious?! This is horrible!
“Impeccable timing for it, I suppose. Go get the hero to lift your curse,
and maybe seduce him while you’re at it. I’m certain the girl I’ve raised is capable of that. Some call this hero a man of compassion, but I sense only gullibility in him. I can think of a plethora of ways to inveigle him to bed you.”
An easy mark, then. Several ideas sprang to my mind as well.
“Listen well. You shan’t supercede Olivia as his lawfully wedded wife, but if you can settle into a comfortable position as his second wife, you may find your way to great power in the developing frontier.”
If I made myself his liaison to the royal family, all their plans for the frontier would funnel through me. It made sense. And to be honest, I found somewhat appealing the idea of becoming my best friend’s sister for the good of our family.
Women married to the same man became sisters. Perhaps my father also anticipated that I would gain connections through the hero’s future marriages.
Truly, betting on this hero was an exceptionally good gamble.
Incidentally, you may be wondering if we’d concocted a similar plot with the lord overseeing the frontier, Second Prince Charles. But in truth, no, we had never discussed such a possibility. Since his adoption into his wife’s family, Charles and his wife, Desiderata, had been working to birth a successor, to secure stability for their lineage. Until they did, any proposal from a hopeful second wife would be rejected out of hand. Desiderata was pregnant at the moment, so no doubt girls across the kingdom were preparing to throw themselves at Charles—not just for his handsomeness, but also for his reputation as a prodigy.
At any rate, with all those complications, we’d not bothered entertaining the thought, so with Charlot’s rejection, my marriage prospects now hinged on receiving Olivia’s consent. Won’t Olivia be surprised when I come calling out of the blue. Oh, but life was unfair! I would have liked to enjoy a sweet courtship with the hero rather than pushing him into it, but I was short on time.
Beside the mansion’s gate there was a locked box with a hole large enough to slip paper through, called a letterbox. It was meant for leaving letters when the lord of the house was absent or otherwise unavailable. The second prince had declared them a modern convenience, and since then they had spread like wildfire through the wealthier families of the frontier and begun gaining popularity from there.