+18 Chapter 4: Three Months of Traces / Moans Echoing in the Night

—The first month, he couldn't do anything.

Fundamentally, Taro was a cowardly and timid person. For better or worse, he lacked the courage to assault a woman. This was especially true when that woman was far stronger than him and, moreover, the one guaranteeing his livelihood.

Thus, for the first month after Taro became Charlotte's disciple, not only did he refrain from any sexual acts toward her, but the fear of being caught prevented him from even masturbating a single time.

—The second month, his restraint snapped.

However, holding back for so long ultimately backfired. His burning affection for Charlotte—his beautiful master, who was endlessly kind to him—combined with the alluring, feminine scent that permeated the house, became unbearable. The dam broke one morning when he woke to find his underwear soiled with his own semen. In that moment, his self-control, his sense of tension, and even his fear of discovery were overwhelmed. His restraints came completely undone.

And so, his actions began to escalate, little by little.

At first, it was just repeated masturbation. He would spend days inside the room prepared for him, constantly jerking his member while recalling his interactions with Charlotte or fantasizing about having sex with her.

Next, he began using photos of her as "material." He had a photo of the two of them together, which he'd taken after asking, —I want a picture with my master!— He edited out his own image, leaving only Charlotte. Even though it wasn't particularly revealing, this photo was more stimulating than any erotic image he had ever used before.

Soon, Taro's impulses could no longer be contained. He drank Charlotte's used bathwater. When she was away from home, he would "borrow" her underwear.

If Charlotte had caught him even once and scolded him, his actions might have stopped. Unfortunately, while she normally noticed even the smallest irregularities, her attention span for lewd events was looser than a bucket with no bottom. Whether she detected a strong, fishy odor in Taro's room, found her shampoo mixed with semen, or noticed her used underwear had disappeared, she would only make interpretations that were convenient for Taro and never noticed a thing.

And so, with each —just a little more— repeated over and over, Taro's actions grew even more extreme.

—And then, the third month. Finally, Taro infiltrated Charlotte's room while she was sleeping.

At first, he just looked at her sleeping face and left. He naively thought that if it were just that much, the kind Charlotte might let him off with a scolding if he claimed he had come to wake her. After testing the waters several times and finding Charlotte completely unaware and fast asleep, he finally moved to action.

His first act was to take pictures of her sleeping form. Her nightgown was far more revealing than her usual attire. He took photo after photo of this treasure, any single one of which could be worth millions of yen. Then, as if that weren't enough, he began to remove and shift the crucial parts of her negligee and underwear.

Charlotte Lilywhite—a name that resounded throughout Japan, no, the world, as the strongest, most lovely super-heroine. This sacred, inviolable girl, who could normally annihilate a lowlife like him with a flick of her finger, was being toyed with in her sleep. Her plump, cherry-pink nipples and her beautiful privates, which had never been seen by a man, were exposed beneath the orange-tinged dim light. This incredibly lewd and absurd sight sent Taro's excitement through the roof.

He kept pressing the shutter like a madman, and now his phone's image folder contained hundreds of pictures of Charlotte's alluring figure—a mountain of treasure whose total value was beyond estimation. They were deeds for which, even if he were annihilated a hundred times over by Charlotte's tens of thousands of fans, it would still not be enough.

But would someone whose restraints had come this far undone be satisfied and put away the spear in his crotch? Of course not.

And so, Taro finally crossed a further line. He began to directly molest Charlotte's sleeping body.

At first, it was still just touching her a little. But when he realized she still didn't wake up, he grew bolder, moving on to caress her body. And when he confirmed that was still safe, he moved on to sexual parts like her breasts and crotch. Once again, Taro's self-control vanished into thin air.

...And so, we arrive at the present.

Taro’s hands moved over Charlotte’s body with practiced ease, a testament far more eloquent than any words to how often he had performed this ritual.

"...Snooze. —Snooze."

"This is your fault, Master Char...! It's because you don't notice even when I do this...! See? If you don't wake up soon, I'm going to take something precious from you again today...!"

Taro’s lips drew dangerously close to Charlotte's, which were parted in a soft, sleeping breath. A blasphemous scene was about to unfold: the greasy, swinish lips of a man whose face could wilt flowers attempting to touch the lovely lips of a beautiful maiden whose face could make them bloom. But, of course, Charlotte did not wake up.

"Mmm, nnngh..."

"Smooch! Yes! I've taken Master's lips for today too~~!!"

Just like that, Charlotte's lips, which had never been permitted to any man but her father, were easily stolen. Only a few days ago, she should have still been experiencing her first kiss, yet without her ever realizing it, her kiss count was already approaching triple digits.

And as if that weren't enough, Taro’s outrage showed no signs of stopping. The mere act of stealing a kiss for a few seconds was an unforgivable sin, yet unbelievably, he kept his face pressed against Charlotte's for dozens of seconds. Then, as if she were growing short of breath, the moment Charlotte's mouth opened slightly, Taro began invading the even more sacrosanct interior.

"Sluurp...! Lick...! So good, so good♥ Master's mouth tastes so good♥ The lips of a beautiful girl, never permitted to anyone for 20 years, I'm taking them again...!"

Like a slithering snake, Taro’s tongue rampaged through Charlotte's mouth. He rubbed against every soft part of her oral cavity, sucking up her saliva as if with a dropper. It was a disgusting act, one that would have made her vomit repeatedly from sheer revulsion had she been conscious.

However—

"Mmmph♥ Nnngh♥♥ Lick♥♥ Sluurp-slurp-slurp♥♥♥♥"

"~~~~~~! Hahhhh...! Master, you're too cute...! Masteer Chaaar~~~!"

The body of the sleeping Charlotte was endlessly obedient to its instincts. Her mouth’s response to the unforgivable intruder was not one of rejection, but unbelievably, a grand welcome. As Taro's tongue brazenly violated her dignity, Charlotte's own tongue welcomed it, as if saying, "Welcome, please come in♥" Her tongue entwined with his like a lover's, sucking at his mouth just as he did to hers. Unbeknownst even to Taro, the assailant, Charlotte's mouth had long since yielded to him. The moment her beloved master arrived, it would put on an extravagant welcome.

"Master, I'm sorry. But it's your fault, it's because you're so lewd...!"

"Nnngh~♥?"

Spurred on by Charlotte's unconsciously earnest "service," Taro’s restraint shattered completely. His next targets were, as any man would be drawn to, her breasts and her pussy. His hands greedily kneaded Charlotte's spectacular, bust-sized dynamite breasts, which measured over 100 cm. Her firm yet soft flesh deformed like marshmallows, swallowing his fingers.

"Hohyu♥ Hoh♥ Hoooo~~~~♥♥♥♥"

"So Master really is super sensitive, huh♥"

And of course, her breasts had already yielded as well. The explosive bust that had made nearly every man who saw her yearn for her had become the plaything of an insignificant, porcine loser. It was the very definition of a responsive instrument; every touch made Charlotte, like a lewd instrument, continue to let out moans of pleasure.

"Because of you, Master, my boner won't go down at all...!"

"Ohh♥ Ohoh♥ I-kyu♥♥ I-kyuuuu~~~♥♥♥"

While roughly bringing Charlotte to climax again and again by flicking her nipples with one hand, Taro pulled out his fully erect, uncontrollable cock from his pants. The large, rigid, burning-hot thing was already dripping with pre-cum, and the moment it was free, it filled the room with a thick, musky male odor. Taro then pressed his exposed cock snugly against Charlotte's pussy. And then, he began to—with his desire-filled manhood, as he pleased, against the absolutely inviolable garden of this maiden—

"Ahh...! Damn it! I wanna put it in, but that'd be going too far, right...!"

—He did not penetrate her.

A shred of self-control, enough to make him think that actual penetration would be a bad idea, still barely remained in Taro's heart. ...Frankly, even if he did penetrate her, Charlotte wouldn't notice, but Taro, being a mere mortal, couldn't know that. Resigned, he began rubbing his cock along the slit of her pussy.

"Haah...! Hah...! Since you won't... let me do it for real! You have to service me like always...!"

"Hohyoh♥? Ohoh♥ Hoooo~~~~~~~♥♥♥"

Spouting selfish words, Taro trampled over Charlotte's body as he pleased. He used his bloated, obese body to crush her well-proportioned form, stole kiss after kiss, kneaded her breasts and toyed with her nipples, and rubbed his cock against her pussy slit.

Despite the utterly outrageous situation, Charlotte's body endlessly returned honest, female reactions. With every kiss and every pinch of her nipples, she experienced minor climaxes, spraying her juices. Her pussy, twitching and writhing lewdly from the orgasms, clung to Taro's rubbing cock like an anemone suctioning onto a finger, providing him with sweet stimulation.

"Ah...! I can't! I'm gonna cum! But before that...!"

Though he was on the verge of ejaculation, Taro hurriedly stood up for some reason. He then pressed his cock directly against Charlotte's face. If he couldn't cum inside her pussy, he at least wanted to cum on her face—another act born of utterly selfish desire. But here, an unexpected piece of luck befell Taro.

"Nom♥ Sluurp♥♥ Sluurp-slurp-slurp~~~♥♥♥♥"

"Ohoh♥ Master Chaaar~~~♥ If you do that......♥"

Charlotte's already-yielded mouth reacted to her master's meat rod being pressed against it. As if a princess kissing her beloved prince, she kissed the disgusting glans of his cock. And then, unbelievably, she began to suck on his urethra, making suck-suck♥ noises like she was eating a tube of ice cream!

He was already on the verge of climax, and now this stimulation. There was no way he could withstand it.

"Ah, I'm cumming...♥ Ahh♥ AHH~~~~~~~♥♥"

"Gulp♥♥ Gugyu♥♥ Hahyu♥♥"

A foul, lukewarm, milky fluid was dumped in massive quantities into Charlotte's mouth. Bitter and sticky, she nonetheless let not a single drop spill from her lips, swallowing it all down deep into her throat.

"Haaah~~~♥ Thank you♥ But I should probably stop now, right?"

Schlurp♥ Smooch♥

Taro, having ejaculated copiously and entered his refractory period, regained his cool and thought he really should call it a night. However, Charlotte's tongue, still attached to his cock, meticulously licked and cleaned him. Throb, throb...! Taro's cock erected once again.

"Maybe... one more hour is fine...!"

In the end, Taro continued to play with Charlotte's body for about two more hours after that.

—The next morning.

"Mmm~!"

Bathed in the morning light filtering through her calm-toned Japanese-style curtains, Charlotte awoke feeling refreshed. In an instant, the vigilance of a battle-hardened warrior, ingrained in her very soul, assessed the state of her room and her own body.

The room was filled with the scent of a man and a woman! Sticky fluids, though somewhat wiped away, still clung to the futon, her nightwear, and even her skin! The bitter, fishy aftertaste of something left in her mouth! Her own body was so aroused that even now, if she let her guard down, she might climax, and her black lace panties were soaked from multiple orgasms! Charlotte's brain processed all of this information without the slightest distortion.

(Nn. No abnormalities again today, it seems♪)

Finding not a single shred of anything amiss in the room's condition, Charlotte smiled brightly.

"Now then! I must make breakfast for Taro— Hyaah♥"

Ota Taro. The boy she had taken as her disciple a few months ago. The moment she thought of him, an abnormality occurred in her body. Her tongue, as if craving a kiss, swirled around the fishy liquid remaining in her mouth; her breasts quivered jiggle, her nipples perking up perk; her pussy twitched throb throb, squirming greedily and spraying a little love juice.

(Ehehe, I was a bit worried at first about how things would go, but I'm glad we've gotten along so well♥)

Interpreting these physical reactions as proof of her growing closeness with Taro, Charlotte's smile deepened.

(As a former man, a romantic relationship is out of the question, but I'm glad it seems we can be close as master and disciple, as friends♪ ...I was a little bit on guard, but in the end, nothing happened!)

She had been slightly wary of Taro, what with his somewhat lecherous glances. While feeling a little guilty about it, Charlotte had remained cautious. Of course, she hadn't gone so far as to use any protective items, but she had kept her senses sharpened to gauge the situation. And based on that, she could state with certainty:

Taro absolutely did not do anything violent to her—!!

Well, if his eyes were a little lecherous, that was just part of his charm. Looking forward to meeting her sincere and earnest beloved disciple again today, Charlotte—

"Hic♥ Nn♥ Was my body just a little stiff?"

—dismissed the single orgasm and squirt as mere muscle stiffness, and Charlotte stepped out into her usual daily routine.