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Comments? Ideas? Requests? I would welcome them; contact me at (ninjaxgaijin@yahoo.com). Enjoy your reading.
Terpfen and Streti had given many useful suggestions for this story. It’s nice to discuss stuff with you guys. This one’s for both of you.
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“All alone as I wake
Moving in a new place
Shivering as I trace
A road of my own
Cut by the deep cold”
--Anggun, “A Rose in the Wind”
Old Book Vol. 69
A Suikoden II Fanfic
By: Ninja Gaijin
Chapter 1: In Which the Librarian Discovered an Unusual Book
“Is this what you truly desired, my love?”
“By all means, my lord. To be able to gain your attention again was the only thing that mattered during the past year of my life.”
“Then it would be an honour for me to request your hand, as I had wished to meet the lady that had enchanted mine eyes since then, once again.”
…And they lived happily ever after.
Emilia finished reading the final lines of ‘The Secret Lover’, the newest in her ever-growing collection of romance novels. Well, it wasn’t exactly ‘new’ because she had finished it twice since she received it in last month’s book delivery. She had not specifically requested that title; Gordon, the trader, who also dealt with her book purchases for the Dunan Castle Library, said it was thrown in as a compliment from the book supplier. But it turned out to be quite good. Quite different from the familiar literary style of Milich Oppenheimer, which she was fond of, but she found new, interesting things within ‘The Secret Lover’.
EmiliaThe story was about a young peasant girl who was lovely but very shy. She liked to take lone walks through the woods, while singing and dancing by herself, which she would never do in front of other people because she was too timid…
Emilia could quickly relate to the shy protagonist, because the librarian was awfully shy herself. The girl in the story was also a commoner, just like Emilia, while the protagonists of Milich Oppenheimer’s novels were always noblemen and women.
…During one of her lonely excursions, the girl went too far from home and it was already dark when she tried to find her way back. She was scared, so in order to muster her courage to walk through the woods, she continued to sing and dance, so she did not lose herself to fear. Her singing and dancing was actually quite good, but nobody had ever appreciated that because she never performed in front of anyone…
…But that night, somebody had been watching her. The girl was seized in the dark forest. Out of nowhere, a man wearing a half-mask that covers the top half of his face grabbed her and took her in his embrace. The masked man said that he had never seen such a beautiful spectacle before in his life, for he had been watching the girl sing and dance all the way through the forest. “Never have I seen anyone sing and dance so beautifully, and I would give anything to be able to enjoy it forever…” he said. She was helpless against his intense gaze, in his strong arms, as he expressed his infatuation towards the girl with a kiss…
…And then they made love.
And, to Emilia, that was the thing that made it different to Milich’s novels. For some reason, the romance in Milich’s works—which was not only between a man and a woman, but sometimes also between two men, or two women, or a man and two women, or other permutations—was heavily focused on feelings and words, and Milich almost never described physical romance beyond kissing. In contrast, ‘The Secret Lover’ went on to hint that the girl and the mysterious man ‘made love’.
But the writer left all details to imagination!
…Sometime during their unplanned tryst, the girl swooned, and when she came round, she was back at her house. She remembered the fateful encounter with the masked man, and she could never forget him. In the following days and weeks, she asked everyone if they know anything about the masked man. But nobody knew anything. Her only clue was her memory about how he looked like, and that he really loved her singing and dancing. She wanted so bad to see him again…
…until finally, she decided to find him using the only clue she had. She thought the mystery man would still be somewhere around her; she reasoned that if she were to become more noticeable, he would be able to find her. She would quit being just an invisible peasant girl, and she would make herself known to everyone living in the land. In her land, a woman could only be famous if she was royalty—an impossibility for a low-born girl like her—or if she was an artiste. With her natural talent and her newfound drive to reach fame, the peasant girl started singing and dancing in front of audiences, and gradually she became famous. She performed in larger and larger stages and in front of more people as her popularity rose. The whole land fell in love with the girl, who had become a famous singer and dancer, singing songs that conveyed her wish to see her mysterious lover once more…
…and one day, the Court summoned her to perform in front of the eminences of the land. She was no longer the shy peasant girl who was not confident enough to sing in front of people; she had become a glamorous artiste, who enchanted souls with her performances. As she finished her show, someone in the audience proclaimed, loud and clear, the words spoken to her a long time ago.
“Never have I seen anyone sing and dance so beautifully, and I would give anything to be able to enjoy it forever…”
It was a nobleman, who was also the masked man from back then. She had met him again, there in the Court, and the secret lovers were reunited, all because of the peasant girl’s persistence. The closing act saw the nobleman ask for the artiste’s hand in marriage.
The end.
Emilia really liked the book. But she needed to go back to reality now. Connell the phonologist stood in front of her with a book he wanted to borrow. As soon as he finished her business with Emilia, someone else approached Connell. A soldier. The soldier whispered something to Connell.
“He asked for me? That’s unusual,” Connell said, but asked no further questions. He went with the soldier.
Emilia could go back to her daydreaming afterwards. She tried to envision herself as the leading lady of ‘The Secret Lover’. It was true that she secretly craved romance… She felt envious of Dunan Castle’s more prominent female inhabitants. Sometimes she wished she was Hilda or Yoshino, spending days and nights in the company of their loving husbands. Or Tengaar and Teresa, who had lovers at their side.
There were a lot of attractive, handsome, eligible, and available men in Dunan castle, but Emilia was suffering from her own shyness. She was always too shy to speak about her feelings, and she thought that she was not attractive enough to get the attention of the men. She had also noticed the striking beauties that had also taken residence in Dunan Castle. The fortune-teller girl, Rina, with all her girlish charm and her flirtatious attitude. The elegant Leona, always a pleasant sight at the tavern. Valeria. Sierra. Raura. And transcending them all, the runemistress, Jeane. Jeane was seduction incarnate. Just yesterday Emilia had seen the effects of runemistress’ presence, and how Jeane compared to herself. Emilia was visiting the barracks in the morning to see the old knight Maximilian, who borrowed a book a long time ago and had not returned it since. The barracks were full of soldiers, but nobody paid much attention to her except for a few that knew her. Just then, Jeane showed up from the second floor where the officer rooms were, looking a bit messy as if she had been doing some physical work, but her charm was not diminished a bit. As the runemistress descended the stairs and walked across the barracks, all eyes were on her. Emilia herself was not spared; she found herself transfixed, her sight following Jeane just like everyone else’s, her heart leaping when Jeane stopped, smirked, and chuckled at her. Compare that to their reaction when I was around! Emilia thought.
Emilia sighed in exasperation. She felt conflicted by her fantasies. Part of her chided such shallow emotional dreams, merely wishing to appear more attractive for… for what? On the other hand, she did envy the attention Jeane and the others were able to command. If only she were that good-looking… would more people come to the library? Would more people try to talk to her? Would she turn heads?
Not that she was not attractive, by the way. Emilia was rather good-looking. She had a pretty face and a nice body, but her usual demure clothing and plain style failed to give her that glitz possessed by the other women she thought about. Her acute shyness and solitary habits did not help much, either. Hence her escapism into romance novels.
“Emilia, should I put these here?”
Her reverie was broken by Templeton’s words. The boy cartographer was hauling a huge wrapped package clearly too heavy for his frail girlish arms; Emilia’s eyes lit up as she saw the package, knowing full well what the contents are.
“Yes, please put that on my table. Thank you very much, Templeton,” she said with a smile. Templeton blushed and returned the smile, and then left.
Emilia impatiently tore open the wrapping. It was that month’s book purchase. After being appointed as the librarian of Dunan Castle, she managed to coax the higher-ups, with the help of Lady Teresa, to allocate a small portion of the budget to purchase books for the castle library. Even though the state was still at war, people still needed to educate themselves, she said, and she thought books would be very useful. The library was still less popular than, say, Leona’s tavern, but Emilia tried her best to get as many people to enjoy reading there.
“Hmmm… ‘Emissary Handbook’, Mr. Fitcher might find it useful… ‘Flammable Gases and Liquids’… who was it that ordered this one? Was it Mr. Adlai or Mr. Mazus? ‘The Emperor’s Mistress’!” she squealed in excitement to see a romance novel she had ordered—written by the author of ‘The Secret Lover’, someone strangely named ‘Tadroush’. “Hey... what’s this?”
Tucked among the books, Emilia found a very unusual book. It was not as thick as the others, perhaps with only 48 pages, and on the cover, there was a beautiful printed image of a woman, portrayed as if she was dancing, with one arm lifted over her head and the other extended to the side. The woman in the cover wore her long hair in a ponytail, and her face was partly hidden behind a face veil. She was dressed in a two-piece pink costume consisting of a fitted top and loose-fitting, sheer pants. Her olive skin reminded Emilia of another inhabitant of Dunan Castle, and she did look a bit familiar…
Emilia realized who that woman was when that particular person showed up in front of her, just then.
“Miss Emilia…”
A young woman with olive skin and black hair worn in pigtails wearing a white and salmon-pink long dress came up to Emilia. She was Karen, whom Riou recruited from Kuskus Town. Since Karen joined the Dunan Army, Emilia hardly ever met her. Emilia did not know what function the girl served in the army, either. Medic? Diplomacy? Fighting? That last one seemed more unlikely, because Emilia thought Karen did not look like a fighter or mage.
“…I was told that books coming into the castle would be passing through you, so I want to ask if…” Karen said, shyly, and then she saw the book Emilia was holding in her hands. “Oh! There it is!” She beamed.
“Is this… yours?” Emilia examined the book and opened a few pages. Inside, she saw more pictures: a few pages portraying Karen in dancing poses, and pictures of other women in a variety of dresses. Emilia had heard of a new technique called ‘light engraving’ which allows people, with the help of the Lightning Sealing Rune—a variation of the Lightning Rune—to instantly create a depiction of what they see onto some medium. Apparently that technique had been employed to make printing blocks for picture books, such as the one Emilia currently held.
“Well… yes,” Karen said. Her voice was timid and soft. “As usual, the publisher sends a copy to me; that one’s the first that comes out after I moved in here.”
“…What is this?” Emilia said, opening the picture book’s pages and glancing at the pictures with a rising sense of interest. She was truly curious about what the book was about. Karen, on the other hand, looked a bit uneasy.
“Um… it’s called a ‘gravure book’. I…if you want to read it first, I’m all right with that,” Karen said.
“Hmmm,” Emilia hummed. “Well, if I may… I would like to take a look at it, and I’ll come over to your place to return it tonight,” Emilia said. Then she realized she did not know where Karen’s place was in the castle. “Um… I’m really sorry, but… where should I meet you?”
The olive-skinned girl smiled, reached into a pocket on her dress, and handed over a small card to Emilia. ‘Free pass’ was written on the card. Emilia received it with a puzzled look.
“Miss Emilia, you can go to the stage about two hours after sundown today. I’ll meet you there,” Karen said, while giving a wink. She then left.
*****
Emilia spent the rest of her afternoon ‘reading’ Karen’s ‘gravure book ‘. Well, reading might not be the best word to describe the activity, since there was barely any text inside the 48-page picture book. Most of the contents were pictures. Pictures of women. Very beautiful women in attractive dresses. The first five pages featured Karen in that pink costume, in various dancing poses. Emilia could not help but admire the girl’s lovely brown skin, whilst contrasting her appearance in the pictures with how the girl looked when she met her earlier. It was clearly the same person, but the different clothes created two different images: the long dress and the pigtails Karen wore then made her look cute, whereas the two-piece costume and the ponytail made her look like more… striking. Like Jeane or Rina.
KarenOn the Karen pictures, there was a caption: “Karen of Kuskus, Dancer”. So that’s what she does, Emilia thought. She’s a dancer… not exactly a profession essential in wartime, but then again, Emilia herself was a school receptionist and librarian, not a wartime profession either.
Emilia continued to see the next set, pictures of ‘Irene of Rockaxe, Songstress’. This Irene was a black-haired, pale-skinned woman, wearing a black tight blouse and black short skirt with fur trim. She did not pose in certain positions like Karen, but most of her pictures seemed to focus on her rather curvaceous breasts and buttocks. One, a half-body picture, had her crossing her arms under her breasts so the shapely pair got pushed up, as if they were going to pop out of the low neckline of her blouse.
Then Emilia found a set of ‘Ulla of Gregminster, Courtesan’ in the following pages; Ulla was a beautiful blonde whose appearance could only be described as ‘dramatic’. In her pictures, she sat on a chair while smoking a cigarette on a long holder like Leona sometimes did, wearing a large red flower on her hair and huge earrings. She wore a long gold-coloured dress with a side slit high enough to reveal her long legs almost entirely, a pair of long gloves, and gold bracelets. What really caught Emilia’s attention, however, was Ulla’s face. It was covered in so much—Emilia was tempted to say ‘too much’—make-up that not one part revealed her natural skin. It was hard to guess Ulla’s age as any imperfections on her face was concealed by a pale layer of foundation. Her eyelids were painted bright blue and her cheeks had a faint red shade. But the point of attraction would be her lips, her glossy blood-red lips. Her overall look gave off an aura of decadence.
The last picture in the book was of Ulla, but it also displayed another person, a man. The man’s head and face was not visible—the picture’s main focus was the sitting Ulla; the man was standing behind her, and his head was outside the picture margins. Ulla turned her head a little to stare at the man, with a haughty expression. And the man’s hands were holding the straps of Ulla’s dress, which had slid off her shoulders, as if he was the one pulling the straps down.
As if he was going to undress her.
The book ended there. As Emilia closed it, she felt herself blush. Strange thoughts began to fill the pretty librarian’s head. She was usually content with narrative, but after seeing the ‘gravure book’ she became more curious. She was amazed by the looks of the women in the book. How the curvaceous Irene flaunted her huge breasts. How Ulla’s face was made up so dramatically. How the real Karen compared to the Karen in the picture book. That last observation sparked a thought.
Since she read almost all books she had encountered, Emilia knew a bit about the light engraving technique; it can only capture images of reality. So that meant Karen’s pictures in the gravure book depict her real appearance, captured by light engraving, and printed onto a book. Which in turn meant the simple girl that Emilia just met actually wore that seductive dress and pose. And she did look stunning in her dancer costume.
She told Emilia to see her at the stage that night. Emilia made a note in her mind to inquire Karen about the pictures. Perhaps she would discover something interesting.
The library was almost empty for the rest of the afternoon, save for a few readers reading quietly. Emilia read Karen’s book all over again, and she began to imagine the models for the picture book in real life. How Karen might have danced while getting her image light-engraved. How Irene and Ulla might have posed. And, as she made further connections and guesses, how the two other women might have looked ‘normally’. Both wore make-up, Ulla in particular wore it heavy, and both wore fancy dresses. Emilia wondered if the two women usually looked more demure—just like Karen’s everyday look. And at some point in her fantasizing, Emilia’s self slipped in. How would she look if she was done up like them? Would she become as striking as Dunan Castle’s beauties?
And there was that last picture, the one where the man looked as if he was going to undress the courtesan—
Emilia’s imagination stopped there. All her romance novel reading had not yet given her enough material to visualize what would happen next, and her own guessing was not good enough either.
She waited impatiently for sunset. She somehow felt that she would get the answers after she met Karen.
*****
Immediately after having dinner at Hai Yo’s restaurant, sometime after sundown, Emilia went to Dunan Castle’s Stage. The Stage was part of the recreational facilities in the military stronghold-turned-town, and Emilia had been there a few times, mostly to hear Annallee the songstress’ singing. She wondered if Karen would be performing there too. As she approached the stage door, she saw a young dark-skinned man with a fierce glare and dreadlocks. The man, whom Emilia knew as Bob from Two River City, seemed to be guarding the door.
Emilia“A hundred potch for tickets,” Bob said, crossing his muscular arms in front of his chest.
Emilia remembered the free pass Karen gave her. She took it out and gave it to Bob.
“Miss Karen gave me this.”
Bob took the free pass and stepped aside. “Enjoy the show,” he said, grinning. Emilia thought she could see sharp fangs among Bob’s teeth. But that thought got off her mind easily as she walked into the Stage.
*****
Emilia could not believe that the room she entered was the same Stage she had visited two times before, both in daytime. It was dimly lit, and in addition to audience chairs there were tables too. She saw three waitresses from Leona’s tavern there, one manning a makeshift bartender’s table with several beer and ale casks near the entrance, while two others take orders and serve drinks. Emilia was not a regular of Leona’s tavern, but she remembered what the waitresses’ usual outfits look like, and now they were wearing something different—long silken dresses like what Leona normally wore, but theirs were white and sleeveless. Apart from her and the three waitresses, there were no more females in the room. The rest were males, sitting in groups of three to five around tables, drinking and laughing. Well, except for a huge blond man sitting alone in a corner. That would be Humphrey. Emilia could not see everyone clearly; she could recognize Yam Koo, sitting near the stage, accompanied by Tai Ho and Shilo around a table. Sheena sat with several people in the next table, and he was trying to charm one of the waitresses. Emilia decided that it would be better to find a place to sit first. She found one empty table at the back. Karen was not among the audience; but Emilia suspected the younger girl would show up any time now—
—at the brightly lit stage. Just after she sat down, the stage lit up and Karen was there, looking shy, in her white-and-pink long dress. Behind her there were two musicians, Alberto and Pico. The audience broke a round applause; some whistled. Karen smiled, lifted her hand, and something in her hand twinkled.
A rune?
It happened so quickly. With the twinkle of her rune, Karen twirled and immediately transformed… into the girl Emilia saw in the gravure book.
Emilia stared intently at the transformed Karen. She could not see where Karen’s long dress had gone. In its place, Karen now wore a pink strapless bra top with tassels dangling on it, and a pair of voluminous pants made from sheer see-through material which offered glimpses of her fit legs. A belt ornamented by small gold coins and tassels went around her hips, while her flat and tight midriff was bare. She wore her long hair in a ponytail that almost reached her buttocks, and bracelets adorned her arms. A veil concealed the lower part of her face, leaving only her thickly-linered eyes competing in brilliance with gems along a small tiara on her brow. Glitter sparkled over her upper chest and her shoulders.
The musicians started to play. The beat of drums began to enliven the stage. Dancer Karen’s left arm reached upwards, while her right arm was straight to the side—exactly the same pose as the one seen in the book cover—and the dance began. It turned out that her arm movements were not the main focus of the dance. Instead, she worked her torso, from her chest to her hips, to the rhythm. Her hips undulate and jerk at each drum beat, her belly muscles ripple, and the rest of her body accented the movement of her torso. The tassels on her bra top and the coins on her belt turned out to be more than just decoration; as they trail behind her chest and hip jolts, they gave the illusion of continuous movement, mesmerizing the eyes of the spectators. Bracelets and coins tinkle as she shook her body, adding a metallic nuance between drumbeats. Karen spun and shifted, facing away the audience at times, her ponytail’s slow pendulum-like movement contrasted with the rapid shimmy of her bottom, exaggerated by the wild movement of tassel ends around her waist. On one move, she stretched backwards, bent back, moving her arms whilst maintaining that position. On another move, she approached the audience while continuing to shake her hips and pulled one of them—she picked the closest one, Yam Koo—and moved as if she was cajoling him to dance with her. Yam Koo did some awkward moves but he seemed pleased by her gesture. After a finishing series of rapid and almost unbelievable moves, the dance ended. Karen bowed to the applauding audience and then disappeared behind the stage curtain.
When the audience finished clapping, they began to throw in tips into collection trays carried by the waitresses. Then one of the waitresses approached Emilia.
“Miss Karen said you could meet her at backstage,” she said to Emilia.
Emilia followed her to the backstage, not forgetting the book she wanted to return. It turned out that there were several rooms behind the stage, and one of them was Karen’s. The dancer was back in her usual dress; she changed back so quickly, Emilia thought. Karen invited Emilia into her room.
Karen’s room walls were full of light-engraved pictures. Emilia sat on a chair while Karen sat on her bed.
“Here, your book,” Emilia handed over the book to Karen. “Miss Karen, I’d like to ask you a few things.”
Karen seemed anxious, but she was quick to point out the reason. “I’d be glad if you drop the formal ‘Miss Karen’ thing, Miss Emilia. Call me Karen. It sounded more, um, friendly. I’d prefer we don’t speak like teacher and student or something.”
Emilia blushed at the girl’s spunky attitude. True, Karen was years younger than she was—Emilia’s 29, by the way—and it seemed that Emilia’s patronizing tune, carried over from her job at the Academy, rubbed Karen the wrong way. Emilia wondered if the girl had a bad experience with teachers.
“Sorry for that, Karen,” Emilia apologized.
“No big deal. I’m just uncomfortable with academic teachers in the past because I was always more interested in dancing and arts than scholar stuff. My favourite teacher, Mina, always acted casual.”
While that confirmed Emilia’s assumption, it was not what she came there for.
“Oh, by the way, that’s a great performance,” Emilia applauded. “Great moves. And a nice outfit, too.”
“Thanks.”
“But I was wondering… what happened at the beginning of the dance? I think I saw something glowing on your hands, and immediately you changed into your dancer costume. Was that a rune?”
“Yes,” Karen said, showing her right palm to Emilia. Emilia could see a runic symbol shaped like two intertwined circles on Karen’s palm. “It’s the Twin Ring rune. It basically gives you, um, instant makeovers.”
Emilia got more curious. “How does it work?”
Karen did not reply for some time, and finally she admitted. “Dunno. I… Well, I’m never good at explaining stuff, anyway, but I can feel how it changed me. It’s just that I don’t know how to explain it.”
Unsatisfactory answer, but Emilia could accept Karen’s reason. At least she could find out more about this rune by reading books. That she herself was not good at interviewing, she understood clearly. She always had trouble speaking to people, because of her innate shyness. She decided to switch the topic.
“I’m also interested in knowing more about the gravure book… I’ve seen a lot of books, but I just learned about this kind today, when, um, your book arrived with this month’s delivery. So… what was it all about?”
Karen looked as if she had blushed, but her tan complexion did not show it if that were the case. “Well um… it’s mainly bought and enjoyed by… guys. They like seeing pictures of girls, don’t they? So somebody got the idea to make books containing girl pictures. The light-engraving technique creates pictures quicker than painting, and the light-engravers can even directly make printing plates with our pictures on it. At least that’s what I can see when they take our pictures, they immediately seal the pictures to the printing plates.”
“That’s all news to me,” Emilia interjected in the middle of Karen’s explanation. “Really interesting. I didn’t know that people can have such interesting ideas like that.”
“You think so?” Karen bounced a naughty smile. “I’d say it’s a good idea. The payment for being a picture model is quite nice, and I might say it really helped my dance gigs. But I guess it’s good business too. I’ve been told that the man who owns the gravure book business got rich enough to buy a castle where he lives with his wives and mistresses, some of which had been picture models for the books.”
Then Karen stood up, opened a drawer, and pulled out five other gravure books. “I’ve appeared in five of them. Perhaps if you want to look…”
Emilia did not wait for Karen to show her the books; she immediately approached the younger girl. After quickly considering whether she would read them there or borrow them from Karen, she decided to borrow, and she asked without waiting for Karen’s offer.
“C-can I borrow them for a while?” Ever since she read that first book, she was curious. Now she could not wait to see what kind of pictures were in the other books. Karen was happy to part with her books for a while, and Emilia left Karen’s backstage room carrying books back to her own room at the library.
*****
Emilia started with one, which had the picture of a woman wearing a short pink dress sitting on a couch. There were pictures of four models in there, including Karen, who was wearing a black robe and a black dancing costume. The second one contained pictures of five models, Karen included. Emilia noticed that the models’ profession—always mentioned after their names and hometowns—had something to do with entertainment or similar pursuits. There were dancers, songstresses, actresses, acrobats, barmaids, innkeepers… and courtesans. In the books, almost everyone wore beautiful dresses and gaudy make-up.
EmiliaThe third book had Karen on its cover, wearing something like what she wore to dance that evening, complete with the face-veil and the jewels, but with one little difference in detail—
—she was not wearing her voluminous pants. Instead, she only wore a pair of knickers and her fit, shapely legs were fully visible. Emilia was quite surprised to see Karen in such a daring outfit; the mystery of her partly hidden face contrasted with the visibility of her body. For the rest of her set, Karen kept the same outfit while doing dance poses, but in the last pic she had taken off her face-veil, and stared at the reader with her glossy lips slightly parted… as if inviting a kiss.
Emilia gulped. To think that the woman in the picture was really Karen, who seemed shy in her everyday life…
The next model in the book was “Amber of L’Renouille, Palace Attendant”, a girl with curly dark blonde hair… with only a long piece of white cloth covering her body like a blanket. Amber’s first picture had her lying down on the floor with her golden mane spread all around her face, and the white cloth covering her body, from just above her breasts down to her hips. She sat up in the next picture, grasping the blanket to cover her front, but her back was revealed… all the way down to the curves of her buttocks. In the next picture, she stood facing away, her hands spread to the side, holding the white blanket behind her. The white blanket hung quite low so her back and buttocks were exposed again. Several other pictures of her posing with that blanket, and on her final picture, the blanket was under her.
And her whole nude body was visible.
Nudes! Yes, there were nude pictures in that third book. The next set was of a courtesan, and she wore progressively less and less clothes with each subsequent picture, until she was also completely nude. Out of four models in the third book, only Karen did not pose nude. The others had nude pictures.
Then, flushed with excitement, Emilia reached for the fourth book. Karen was on the cover, but she was not alone; a beautiful blonde dancer wearing a huge flower in her hair was also pictured. Emilia learned in the next few pages that the blonde was Mina of Antei, a dancer. Karen mentioned that name before. Mina was her teacher. The two struck friendly poses for the pics… too friendly perhaps. In the last picture of the teacher-student set, Mina held Karen close and looked as if she was going to kiss Karen, while Karen, which looked less glamorous in that set than in the others, anticipated.
Emilia paused and tried to make sense of the pictures. The concept of romance between females was not new to her, as she had read one Milich novel that had two female characters in love with each other. But the books gave her vivid depictions. Such as that last one.
She continued to find another set of nudes. The model did not only pose; she was portrayed touching various parts of her nude body, especially her nipples and her sex. She looked as if she had great pleasure just by doing that. Unconsciously Emilia moved her own hands towards the regions the girl touched, trying to emulate the act. As she pinched her own nipple through her shirt, she was shocked by the sudden pleasant jolt it produced.
“Ahh…?”
She stopped touching herself, a bit ashamed by the carnal reaction. She continued flipping the pages of the fourth book. “Fabia of Zexen, Courtesan” had long black hair with bangs, garish pink make-up, and no clothes on. She was also accompanied by a man in the picture. Fabia was kneeling in front of the man and pulling down his trousers. In the following picture, Fabia was pictured… holding the man’s penis in her hands.
W-what is THIS!? Emilia’s mind screamed, looking for explanation, but she turned the page, eager to see what happened next.
There was a picture of Fabia sucking the man’s penis. The librarian held her breath as the next few pictures still show Fabia doing various things to the man’s shaft with her lips, tongue, and mouth. And in the last picture, the man pulled away from Fabia, and there was some white liquid sticking on the courtesan’s face.
The fourth book did not end there. There was one final set, featuring a woman and a man. Right from the first pictures, the man had his hands all over the woman’s nude body. He even licked her neck. The woman—not named—also sucked the man’s penis. In the next picture, the woman lied down and the man inserted his penis into her vagina.
“And then they made love.”
For some reason, that line from ‘The Secret Lover’ re-emerged in Emilia’s mind as she saw the pictures depicting the pair with their genitals joined. Both the man and the woman looked as if they felt great pleasure. In the final picture, the man pulled his penis out, and again there was that white liquid around the woman’s quim.
Is this how people made love? Emilia was desperately illiterate on such things. Sure, she knew a lot of stuff, but bodily pleasures were something she had little knowledge of. She had read some science and medical books, but they were not very helpful.
Emilia closed the fourth book with thoughts battling other thoughts in her mind. So was that really ‘it’? The white stuff—is that what the books refer to as ‘male seed’? They looked like they enjoyed the ‘intercourse’—does it actually feel good? With a shaking hand, she reached for the fifth book.
Just like the fourth book, the fifth book had pictures of male-female pairs having intercourse. They did it in a variety of positions: man on top and woman lying on her back, woman on top, woman kneeling while man entered from behind, man penetrating woman from behind while both were standing. There was also one picture of Karen in the fifth book. She was wearing her dancer costume, but without her top. And the veil covering her lower face was… stained by the white liquid, male seed. She had done something like that, too.
Emilia’s fantasizing went berserk with all the new images she had registered. It was late, and her fantasies carried on to dreamland. She dreamed that she was Karen, dancing on the stage, surrounded by the eyes of men. In her dream, she became Irene, Ulla, Amber, Fabia, and the other women in the books. Looking good. Attracting admiration. Giving and receiving carnal pleasures. Half-consciously, she even began to touch her own body, trying to experience the sensations the picture models might have felt.
No wonder she got up really late the next morning.
*****
After waking up late, Emilia hurriedly had breakfast and then scoured the library for several books. She returned to her post with a bunch of medical books and an encyclopaedia of runes (written by none other than Jeane). The medical books’ section on procreation gave her some technical info to comprehend the things she saw in the books last night, but they were not enough. She understood the goals of sexual intercourse; what the medical books did not explain was why it seemed to be so pleasurable. No explanation on the attraction of the nude female body or why penises were sucked either. So much missing information.
About noon, Emilia stopped to have a light lunch, and returned to reading. She opened the rune encyclopaedia and went straight to the section on the Twin Ring rune. She began to read what Jeane wrote about Twin Ring:
“The Twin Ring rune is a rare regular rune that gives its bearer the qualities of charm and passion when used passively. When activated, it emits an appearance-changing spell which follows the bearer’s inclination, conscious or unconscious. It doubles the impact of stimulus on the senses, and also overall strength and stamina, but it also tends to lower balance and inhibition. Although not exclusive, Twin Ring users tend to be female. The rune is apparently popular among females working as entertainers, as it can give them instant boosts of spirit and quick makeovers much needed in their industry.”
The entry was short, and again Emilia felt she could use some more info about the rune’s transformation effect—the ‘appearance-changing spell’ Karen had evidently used last night. So there was only one place to go: the rune shop.
“Templeton, I’m going out for a while. Could you take care of the library for a moment?”
“Yes… but where are you going?”
Templeton never got his answer as Emilia quickly left the library building.
*****
Emilia entered the rune shop to find Jeane, the runemistress, sitting alone there.
“Tee hee… may I help you, Miss Librarian?” Jeane welcomed her with a teasing smile.
“I… I… I would like to get a… Twin Ring rune!” Emilia got straight to the point.
Jeane did not change her smiling expression.
“My my… That’s a rare request,” Jeane said. “Especially from Miss Librarian. I wonder what she is up to… hee hee…”
Emilia blushed and hesitated to answer. But Jeane seemed to let it go as she stood and searched among her stock of runes.
After a while, Jeane was still searching. The rune was a rare one, Emilia thought. Perhaps Jeane did not have one in store…
“Aha… here we go. Hee hee… I knew I still have one. Now, Miss Librarian, your hand please…”
Emilia put out her right hand and saw a crystal orb with a symbol of intertwined circles on it. Jeane told Emilia to hold the orb. The runemistress held the librarian’s hand while muttering some incantations. Emilia tried to observe the process of rune transfer, but it was not exactly something easily seen. In an instant, the orb glowed and Emilia felt something zapped into her palm. The next moment, the orb lost its light and became an ordinary crystal ball again, and the intertwined circles symbol had been inscribed on her right hand.
Jeane then told her the spell to activate the rune. Emilia did not forget to bring a pencil and notepaper with her so she noted it down carefully. What she did forget to bring was money. She just realized that she left her purse at the library when she rushed out.
“I… ah…” She began to panic while Jeane watched calmly, always smiling.
“…Are you okay, Miss Librarian?” the sexy runemistress asked.
“…I…”
“…Don’t worry about that,” Jeane cut whatever Emilia was going to say. “We’ll work out the payment later, hee hee…”
“Y… yes. Thank you!”
Emilia left the rune shop feeling a bit different. The Twin Ring rune had started to affect her. For starters, her fantasies began to stir again. The images from Karen’s gravure books continue to pop up in her mind. She also felt her skin getting more sensitive. The touch of her clothes against her skin felt more intense. And more… sensual. Even walking back to the library caused her to experience strange sensations, especially around her crotch.
Back at her desk in the library, Emilia was surprised to discover a wet patch on her panties.
*****
The library had been closed for the night. Once she made sure no one other than herself and other tenants of the library building (i.e., Templeton) were in the building, Emilia got into her room and closed the door.
It had been a pretty rough afternoon for her, as she tried to endure the effects of Twin Ring rune for the first time. She could barely concentrate on work as the rune—she thought it was the rune—caused her fantasies to go wild, as if she was seeing suggestive dreams while awake. She had to keep herself from touching her own body. And she’d been busy deflecting people who asked “Are you okay” when they saw her, because she had been blushing, sweating, and breathing hard.
The rune kept calling on her to activate it.
Being a librarian and formerly a school receptionist, Emilia hardly ever used runes of any kind in daily life, and all afternoon she wondered if all runes mess up with the bearer’s mind just like Twin Ring. But she wanted to try it out. That was what made her ask Jeane to attach the rune to her body.
And now, the time had arrived.
Emilia changed into an old plain one-piece dress; she saw Karen’s transformation the night before, and she wondered where her long dress went, so she decided to play safe by wearing an old dress. In case she lost it, she would not miss it. She would also take off her glasses, but she first took out the spell note and memorized it before she put it aside. Years of reading had compelled Emilia to hide her big brown eyes behind eyeglasses, and she also could not afford to lose it.
Emilia put down her glasses on a table where she could easily reach it, and then she stood in front of her dressing mirror. She read the incantation to activate the Twin Ring rune…
Then, immediately, she let out a weak scream. It was not of pain, but of surprise, as she felt ripples of unusual energy spreading across her body. Her body jerked and twitched. She could feel she was changing!
And in an instant, her body calmed again. Emilia closed her eyes the whole time, a bit afraid to see what happened. She groped to get her glasses, and after locating them she put them back on while still closing her eyes. Then she opened her eyes to look at the mirror.
And she almost could not recognize the woman staring back at her.
Emilia’s brown hair was usually held up in a bun, but the woman on the mirror had her hair cascading down her back. Her skin tone had also seemed to change—but only her face, though. Emilia tried to touch it and felt her face was covered by a layer of thick base and powder. The reflection was also touching her face… so it WAS her own reflection. Her facial skin looked perfectly smooth and flawless, even if it seemed to have a slightly different colour tone than the rest of her body, making it obvious that she had been heavily made-up. She hardly ever used make-up before, and never as heavy as now. Behind her glasses, she could see her eyelids had been lavishly decorated with light blue, and her eyes lined with black. Her eyebrows, usually inconspicuous, now looked more visible; she thought they were darker and somehow better shaped. Splashes of rose blush covered her cheeks. And her lips… they looked more prominent and full, being covered in glossy red, so thick that it felt like the colour could drip off. The redness put emphasis on them, making it impossible for anyone not to gaze and marvel at them. Even Emilia herself was surprised by the change brought by the play of colours on her face.
Not only her face, but her clothes changed as well. She could not find the old dress she had on anywhere, but instead she was wearing stuff she had never worn before. She felt the back of her soles lifted off the floor a bit by a pair of heeled black leather boots. Going upwards, she saw that she was wearing a very short black skirt that barely went past her buttocks. She also wore a short tight green top whose thin straps hung onto her shoulders, leaving her shoulders and back mostly uncovered. She wore nothing underneath the green top, so her nipples were protruding behind the fabric.
“Oh my… this is me?” she asked herself, incredulously. But she found that she could not actually concentrate on anything, and her rational mind, usually sharp and analytical, was under constant attack from her fantasies. Romantic and carnal fantasies. What remained of her thinking mind was busy remembering images from Karen’s gravure books. She thought she could remember where she had seen things she was currently wearing, from among the books. The rune encyclopaedia entry said Twin Ring would “change the bearer’s appearance according to her inclination,” and apparently she was given stuff she’d seen in the books. And among the bombardment of images and sensations, she felt an urge to go out.
The rune was commanding her to go out.
While looking like that.
And the rune insisted.
She could almost swear that the rune was getting her legs to move her out of her room. As if daydreaming, she opened her room door and walked into the empty and dark library, towards the door to the outside. She was a bit scared about the rune’s rather commanding grip on her consciousness, yet at the same time she felt she should just give in. She arrived at the door and opened it…
The night air caressed her exposed shoulders and back as she got outside the library. It was quite late in the night, and no one was around. Emilia shuddered as she realized she hardly ever walked outside with so little clothing. She did not know what the rune wanted, but she felt a little excited too. She continued to surrender herself to the emphatic influence of the rune, letting her legs take her wherever the rune wanted. Dunan Castle was dark and quiet at night; there were a few lights around the library, but she could see no person nearby but herself.
She was still steps away from the library door when someone ambushed her.
*****
“!!!”
Emilia yelped as someone appeared out of nowhere and twisted her arm behind her back, while at the same time covering her mouth so no sound came out. Her attacker quickly dragged her from where she had been standing before, in the middle of the yard in front of the library, towards the castle wall across the yard. The attacker held Emilia’s body quite close, so Emilia could feel a rather flat chest, hinting that it was a man. He was slightly taller than her, and stronger, and Emilia could not escape his clutch. As the librarian turned her head to take a look at his face, she caught a glimpse of a black mask that covered his face before his hand quickly turned Emilia’s face away.
He finally managed to drag her to the castle wall, near the entrance to the observation tower standing right in front of the library. The librarian was not one of the spirited, feisty types like Tengaar or Wakaba, which would scream, curse, and fight back if put in a similar predicament; instead, she was a timid, shy lass that quickly succumbed to fear. Apparently Twin Ring had not done anything to that part of her personality, yet.
“I know who you are. You’re the castle librarian, aren’t you?” whispered the masked man in Emilia’s ear.
Panic filled Emilia’s mind as she tried to escape, but she could not let herself go. She did not know who the man was. She could not recognize whose voice it was. And his build was not unique, either. Definitely human, not kobold or winger; medium-built, so he was neither one of the big guys like Viktor or Bolgan, nor the little guys like Templeton or Sasuke; but that still left a lot of candidates.
The masked man’s hand let go of Emilia’s mouth to grab her other free hand. He was tying her wrists together behind her back! Emilia whimpered a little, barely able to raise her voice towards the ambusher, because she was too scared to do so.
“W… who are you…? Please let me go!” she managed to say.
“Just what do you think you’re doing here?” Again he whispered, with a sneering tune. “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”
“Please…” Her heart beat faster as dread filled her mind. What is he going to do to her? Is he going to kidnap her?
“Nobody’s going to be around here at this hour, so screaming won’t do you any good,” the man said. After a while, he finished securing her wrists behind her back. “Well, maybe that creepy winger Sid is hanging around up there, but it would be worse for YOU if he comes down here.”
Emilia thought that the mysterious man might have bound her wrists using a scarf or a piece of cloth; now another piece of cloth was forced into her mouth, effectively gagging her. She was still struggling to escape, but with her hands tied, she was not faring any better.
“Do you know what you LOOK LIKE?” The mysterious man questioned again, with a scolding voice. He gave the answer himself. “I’ll fucking tell you what you look like. You look like a SLUT. You know? I’m SURE a smart bitch like you would know. A female who sells her body to men. A whore. A prostitute. A courtesan. You look like one of them now.”
Emilia’s mind screamed at the verbal assault. The man was attacking her, humiliating her, degrading her with her comments. However, she was confused by the foul words’ effects to her body. She actually felt a rush of desire, especially when he called her a… slut. Part of her mind tried to reject. The rest reminded her that she… did actually look like one, at that time.
“No use pretending you’re not a horny SLUT, Miss Librarian. I can see that you’ve slapped heavy make-up all over your face. Only sluts do that. You wear such a short skirt that cannot even keep your ass from showing, as if you actually want to show that tight ass to tease. Good girls don’t do that. Sluts do that.”
With that, he slid his hand to her butt, feeling it up and groping it, while his other hand went around her body and started to roam around her chest.
“Do you realize your nipples are pointing out underneath your top, Miss Librarian? You got excited prancing around in skimpy clothes like that? No wonder you can’t stop moving around now. Are you trying to get off by rubbing against my body?”
Emilia fell back against the mystery man’s body as his hands move all over her body. She gasped as she felt the hem of her skirt was pulled over her hips slowly by the man.
“You wouldn’t dress in such a trashy manner if you did not have something indecent in your mind, whore,” the masked man continued to chastise her. “How do you like it, Miss Librarian? Are you bored of just sitting prettily in the library, watching the world go by? Would you admit that you’re secretly fantasizing to be a slut?”
He discovered something interesting as her miniskirt was pulled above her hips.
“What do we have here? No panties!”
Somehow, Emilia was more surprised than the man. His hand quickly assaulted her sex, his fingers rubbing against the opening. She tried to close her legs, but it only served to grasp his hand between her thighs.
“Slut. Now you made my hand stuck in there. Right in front of your pussy and I can’t pull it away. Is that what you want, huh? Is it? You want me to tease your friggin pussy? Huh?”
Before Emilia could open her legs, the man was already fingering her. His other hand was playing with her breasts, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel her vagina becoming moist from the stimulation, but she could not do anything but writhe and squirm. She felt so vulnerable and helpless. At the same time, strangely, she also felt excited. And she felt somewhat ashamed by it. How can she feel excited being molested by a stranger like this?
She could feel something hard and hot rubbing against her exposed buttocks. She knew what that was but she could not bring herself to admit her nervousness.
“I’ll tell you what you really are, Miss Librarian. You’re a slut that teases men. How are you not, when you dress in tarty clothes like this? When you paint your face like that? Look at you. Your sweet ass is sticking out, rubbing on my body. You look and act like you’re putting yourself up for sale. You taunt and tease. You’re really going to get it, slut.”
Emilia was distressed to hear that. Again she was reminded about how she looked, and it was obvious that she had no idea that her look would lead to incidents like this. She felt like a thief caught red-handed; she was guilty and she would have to face the consequences.
“Do you know what things I would like to do to you after seeing you flaunting your stuff around like that?” the man taunted. He grabbed Emilia’s hips and pushed her buttocks against his hard-on. “Look what you did. Feel it. What are you going to do about that?”
Emilia was paralyzed by fear, and her legs gave in. She was forced to lean back against her captor’s body, and she could feel him grinding that stiff and hot… thing of his. She felt one of her top straps getting off her shoulder; he was pulling it down slowly with his fingers, then he did the same at the other shoulder. An untimely recollection of a similar scene, the last picture of Ulla the courtesan, popped up in Emilia’s mind. Her tight green top was still covering her body, clinging onto her modest-sized breasts, but no longer securely hanging onto her shoulders. Any movement and it would be pulled down, revealing part of her breasts.
She wanted him to stop.
Well, part of her wanted him to stop. Another part trembled in excitement, almost anticipating what the man would do next.
After gently getting her top straps off her shoulders, the masked man’s hands grabbed the hem of her top and roughly tore it apart. Emilia screamed, but the sound was blocked by the gag. Her eyes were wide open in shock, as she realized she was naked from the waist up. The man’s hand went back to her chest and started to grab and play with her breasts. She moaned and gasped as he mercilessly teased her nipples, flicking and pinching them, while he resumed his verbal assault.
“Such slutty tits. Look, your nipples are hard. That means you’re being turned on by this. Do you like dressing up like a slut that much? Or do you love being groped?”
Emilia wanted to talk back, but the gag ensured that nothing but unintelligible sounds came out of her mouth. Finally he finished mauling her tits, and he returned to her lower body. He pulled up her skirt again, this time until her skirt bunched around her waist, exposing everything underneath, back and front. Nothing was hidden anymore, and Emilia was helpless and naked in the hands of the mysterious assailer.
She jolted and gasped as he used her fingers to tease her pussy again, while at the same time his other hand squeezed her breast. She could hear his breathing becoming rough behind his mask. He then pulled out to show his fingers to her, wet with her juices.
“Can you see my wet fingers?” asked the mysterious man. “You’re drenched down there, Miss Librarian. Your body can’t deny that you want this. I want it too, Miss Librarian. I want to fuck your slutty wet cunt. I want to punish you for teasing me so.”
She could not deny it, either. Her wish to escape diminished as her state of arousal got more intense. She felt so cheap and slutty, to actually be turned on from being molested by a stranger, but she knew she could not fight her own desires. Maybe this was what the Twin Ring rune wanted; maybe it wanted her to admit that deep inside, she was a lusty whore, waiting to be unleashed.
Emilia felt something building up inside her and threatened to burst; she did not know what the feeling was, but she know it was the same feeling she felt when she read Karen’s books and touched herself, only that it was very intense now.
She felt her assailer fumbled around with his own clothes with one hand while the other arm was wrapped around her thighs. She was surprised to feel something hot and throbbing against the insides of her thighs. A stiff shaft of flesh and blood—his penis. He finally let it out between her thighs, and now he made her close her thighs to squash his member between them. Emilia could feel the unfamiliar appendage moving back and forth, grinding its hardness against her inner thighs, just below her wet crotch.
Then he pushed her legs slightly apart, and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her damp vaginal opening. His left arm was still wrapped around her waist whilst his left hand pried open her snatch, while his right hand snaked under her arm to reach and grab the cloth gagging her.
Just as Emilia had the chance to speak again when the man pulled out the gag, she screamed loud. At the same time, his hard cock entered her.
“AAAIEEE!!”
She gasped in pain as the intruding shaft ripped something inside her and continued to force its way in. When the mysterious man’s dick was fully inside her, a bit of blood, mixed with her womanly fluids, trickled out. He wiped the trickle with one finger, and then brought the finger to her mouth.
“Ahh… what are you… mmph!” Emilia gagged as she was forced to suck on the man’s finger. It had a slightly metallic taste, the taste of her own virgin blood. For all her 29 years of life, only now did Emilia experienced sexual intercourse; she finally got to know what ‘making love’ was really about. With a mysterious masked man.
Wait! Isn’t this something like that scene in ‘The Secret Lover’? her mind yelled.
That fleeting thought was quickly wiped out as the mysterious man began to move his member back and forth inside her hot muff. She broke sweat, her head thrown back to the man’s shoulder, and any word she wanted to say was turned into animalistic moans and grunts.
“Oh… oh… oh… ah… aah…”
She breathed hard. He did too. His hands were squeezing and grabbing her breasts, adding to the surge of bodily pleasure flooding her head. She resigned herself to pleasure, to primal urges. She knew theoretically what he was doing; but nothing had prepared her to contend with how the real thing felt. She was repeatedly pierced by his vigorous manhood; her hips jumped up with each thrust. Her head rolled side to side on his shoulder, her mouth emitting nothing but passionate sounds, her breasts helpless against his eager fingers. She could do nothing but let herself be engulfed by the pleasure being driven into her.
His thrusts slowed down, but each move became more intense as ever as he pushed even deeper, forcing her to scream with every intrusion. She could not hold back any more. She began to shake as pleasure exploded within her, so intense and wonderful that she almost felt like she was going to faint. She screamed louder than ever, and perhaps a tear or two escaped from the sides of her decorated eyes. It was only then she understood the concept of orgasm.
“Are you coming, my slut?” The masked man said, between his own gasps of pleasure. “Do you like it? Ugh…”
He grunted and suddenly pulled out, inciting a protesting cry, but he moved so quickly. In a second he moved from behind her, causing her to lose support and drop to her knees. He was in front of her, one hand roughly grabbing her hair, pulling her head towards his crotch. She was still experiencing the effects of her climax, so she barely had time to notice his wet shaft, which was inside her a few moments ago. Her mouth was slightly open, and he used the chance to force his member in. But he couldn’t hold it; he came right after the tip entered her mouth. Emilia felt a thick liquid squirted out of his cock… as she coughed it by surprise, the masked man’s cock was also coughed out. It continued to fire its load all over Emilia’s heavily-made-up face. Gobs of white stuff landed on her glasses, making a mess of them. Finally, it stopped. But he was still holding her roughly.
“…gahh. Fucking slut, how do you like that, huh?” he said, while standing on front of her. Through her glazed glasses, Emilia tried to see her attacker’s face… only to discover that it was still covered with a black mask.
“About time you realized that you’re nothing but a horny slut, right, Miss Librarian?”
Emilia tried to answer, but she could not manage many words. “I… I…”
She had gotten quite worked up, the orgasm she’d just had sucked out quite an amount of energy so if he let go of his hold on her hair, she would crumple to the ground. Streaks of dripping male seed smeared her make-up, on her blushing, sweaty skin. Her red lips pouted and slightly parted, releasing ragged sighs every now and then. It was her first experience with a man.
Making love?
Somehow she doesn’t think that was the right word.
Fucking. That’s what it should refer to. They weren’t making love. They were fucking. She had teased him unintentionally. He had forced himself onto her, tore through a barrier onto untouched regions of her body, and sprayed his seed all over her face. He fucked her.
And he repeatedly called her a slut. A whore. A teaser.
The Twin Ring rune wanted her to be one.
The masked man laughed wickedly. Emilia remembered hearing that laugh once, but she could hardly concentrate, not with her mind in her current state.
“Now,” he said, “Let’s go to the next round, shall we?”
Next round? She wanted to ask, but she was denied the chance as he pushed her down, forcing her head down while her ass stuck out. Her hands were still tied behind her back. He slapped her ass and then penetrated her asshole with one wet finger, making her whimper. He fingered her ass, driving her crazy with the slightly uncomfortable sensation of having something enter a place where stuff is expelled.
Her cum-stained glasses fell off as her head was pushed to the ground. If she were being more alert, she would realize that somehow she could see clearly without her glasses now. But her mind was full with pleasant yet confusing sensations.
Emilia felt some relief when the finger finally left her anal orifice. The relief was short-lived as she felt something bigger and hotter touching her anal entrance. His cockhead. She turned her head to look… but before she could see what the masked man was doing, she felt it first. His cock was slowly being pushed into her anus!
“N-no… Ah! Auhhh!! Take… it… out!!”
His slow entrance suddenly turned into a quick, savage thrust into her virgin asshole, causing Emilia to scream so loud she might have waken half the castle’s inhabitants. She felt her mind slipping away as he continued his assault on her tight ass, and she thought it was painful but it… felt… so… good!
*****
Some time later…
Emilia came back to her senses. She was naked and curling in a foetal position at the front of the library door. It was still dark; she vaguely remembered what had happened before. The masked man, who was nowhere to be seen, had taken her virginity, and continued to fuck her repeatedly in both holes until she passed out. She could feel her pussy and her ass full with his seed, and she could even taste his ejaculate on her tongue. She could not remember every detail of the things that had been done to her, only that it all felt so good…
She struggled to get up and collect her glasses, which was not far from where she laid. She opened the library door and somehow managed to get to her room. She knew she looked like a mess but she couldn’t be bothered to check how she looked at that time; she felt so tired and sore and sleepy, and as soon as she got to her bed, she immediately got to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED!
AUTHOR’S NOTES:
Apparently hand-printed books existed in Suikoverse. But mass-produced gravure books needed more advanced real-world tech, so I must sneak photography in somehow. There’s a ‘Fire Sealing’ Rune in Suikoden II and I guess a ‘Lightning Sealing’ Rune would not be too farfetched. I hope my explanation is plausible in Suikoverse terms.
Comments? Ideas? Requests? I would welcome them; contact me at (ninjaxgaijin@yahoo.com)
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