Chapter 3

Hazel was about to go crazy with curiosity. What she had only seen in books was now right in front of her.

Illustrated books were hard to come by, but here, right before her eyes, was a vivid, living color encyclopedia, sound asleep and completely unaware. Overflowing with curiosity about such matters, Hazel once again apologized in a whisper-like voice.

“Really, really… I’m sorry, Duke. And, thank you endlessly.”

As she gently pulled down his undergarments, the warm and firm mass sprang up, smacking her round forehead with a loud slap.

“Ouch!”

The viscous pre-fluid left a mark on her forehead, but she didn’t find it unpleasant at all. On the contrary, she was curious. Hazel raised her hand, wiped the fluid from her forehead, and brought it to her tongue. The novels described it as tasting good.

Slurp.

Was it because there wasn’t enough of the cloudy liquid? She couldn’t discern any particular taste.

“Ugh.”

At that moment, the Duke’s eyelashes trembled slightly as he let out a faint groan. Hazel thought it might end there, but before she knew it, she was pressing down on the Duke’s firm length.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry.”

Even in this situation, Hazel earnestly apologized and bowed her head. When she released her hand from pressing against him, the rigid length bobbed upward again.

“Wow~”

Her cheeks flushed with excitement, her lower abdomen grew warm, and the area beneath her thighs tightened involuntarily. Gulp. She cautiously reached out and grasped him.

“Guh… Hah.”

“D-Duke, just a moment.”

As expected, her one hand couldn’t fully wrap around its thickness, and even when she placed her other hand on top, its length wasn’t entirely concealed. Moreover, it radiated such heat that it seemed like steam might rise from it at any moment.

‘They say it gets even bigger if you put it in your mouth. Can it really get bigger than this? It already looks larger than the Dragon Prince’s in the novels. Can it truly grow more?’

Hazel licked her plump lips with her red tongue, savoring the thought.

She had always believed that the descriptions in er＊tic novels—like “as thick as a baby’s arm” or “resembling a giant vegetable”—were exaggerated literary devices. But now, she wondered if those authors had modeled their descriptions on someone like Duke Kaiden.

The Duke’s manhood was a light pink, paler than his peaks, resembling the popular “Pink Pandora” flowers that bloomed every spring. Its thick, elongated shape brought to mind a sturdy butternut squash.

As she kneaded it with her hands, a clear liquid oozed from the small opening at the tip, dampening her palm. When she had licked the peaks on his chest earlier, there had been a cool minty scent. She wondered what kind of scent this area would have.

Swallowing her dry saliva, Hazel formed her lips into a round shape. The young ladies at social gatherings had claimed they could fit it in their mouths, but looking at its size now, she found it hard to believe.

Hazel opened her mouth vertically to measure its size. Ah, her mouth seemed too small, but it didn’t look impossible.

“Well then, I’m sorry again, Duke.”

She opened her small mouth and took the baby-arm-sized organ into it. The burning heat touched her tender flesh. The coolness of her mouth mixed with the warmth, creating a tepid sensation, and the organ twitched inside. Was it really going to grow even larger?

Unlike Hazel, whose heart raced with anticipation, Kaiden was battling with the Hazel in his dream.

The dream Hazel had suddenly appeared, stripped him of his undergarments in one swift motion, and began sucking on his manhood.

Even though he knew it was a dream, the sensation of being sucked into a small opening, the damp breath brushing against every vein, made him toss and turn.

It was absurd enough to be having a dream like this at his age, but the fact that Hazel was the subject made it even more unbearable for Kaiden.

Meanwhile, the tongue that circled the connection between his gl*ns and shaft caused uncontrollable groans to escape his lips.

“Ugh…”

“Mm, D-Duke, just a little more…”

The unfamiliar sensation of his entire body being teased by feathers made his eyelashes tremble.

The dream was so vivid that the peaks on his chest burned as if they had been scorched by fire, and his manhood throbbed with the constricting pressure.

Before long, the urethra of his manhood pulsed, and the s*men surged up the shaft, releasing forcefully through the narrow opening. The overwhelming sense of release jolted his eyes open.

Even though it was just a dream, Kaiden felt ashamed of having such an expl＊cit dream about Hazel, let alone climaxing in it. He chastised himself as he felt the lingering remnants of pleasure.

‘I’ve gone mad. Truly mad.’

When he opened his eyes after his first wet dream, the first thing he saw was the dazzling pink chandelier. Was he still dreaming? As he searched for cold water to clear his head, he saw an unbelievable sight.

Hazel’s red hair cascaded over his thighs, and her small, pale face was smeared with his s*men, making her look a mess.

‘What is this?’

In his muddled state, unable to distinguish between dream and reality, Kaiden’s manhood twitched once more. Whether this was a dream or reality, the sight of Hazel in front of him was far too stimulating.

“Duke, excuse me for a moment.”

Before he could react, the sensation of a wet tongue sliding up his rigid shaft made him groan involuntarily.

“Guh…”

The small tongue caught on the ridges of his gl*ns, bouncing upward. Shortly after, the pointed red tongue began teasing the small opening at the tip.

‘This isn’t a dream? Why is Hazel…?’

Kaiden’s hips twitched, and low groans escaped his lips without his control. His manhood quickly became er*ect again, steeped in arousal.

“Oh my, Duke! You’ve grown even larger than before.”

Hearing Hazel’s murmurs as she wiped the white s*men from her face, Kaiden felt his manhood heat up again, as if it might release another load.

He couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t a dream, and yet Hazel had been teasing his body.

‘Could this be some kind of evil sorcery?’

Evan often lamented that Hazel was clueless about men, and Kaiden had agreed. He now convinced himself that the person between his thighs couldn’t possibly be the real Hazel.

The woman, who looked like Hazel, was stroking his manhood with both hands while licking the tip.

The small tongue pried open the narrow slit, and each time it slipped inside, Kaiden’s eyelids clenched tightly, and groans seeped out. He knew he had to stop her immediately, but the relentless waves of pleasure blurred his already weak reason.

“Hah…”

The rising sensation of release, the tickling red hair on his thighs, and the small hands brushing against his firm abdomen—all of it felt too vivid.

‘Oh, gods. Evan, I… I’m doing this… to your sister…!’

“Guh…”

Once again, the long shaft was sucked into her mouth, and Kaiden’s faint reasoning dissipated all too easily.

Hazel, who was sneakily glancing up, had her bright eyes sparkling as she sucked on him. Even as saliva dripped from her puffed cheeks, she didn’t seem to mind at all.

Instead, she casually wiped it off with the back of her hand and buried her head even deeper.

“Mmhh.”

The tip of the rigid shaft pressed against her hard throat. The overwhelming pressure of release building up to the very tip was impossible to ignore, and Kaiden found himself clutching the sheets tightly, which were soon soaked with sweat.

“D-Duke… Mm, please… You can release it.”

The false Hazel, who was aiding his climax, was absurdly kind. Even though she was stealing the chastity of a sleeping man, she was disgustingly polite, apologizing in between and now even patting his thighs, urging him to release into her mouth.

Already struggling to hold back, his hips involuntarily tightened. With her lips wrapped around him so deeply that her throat took in his gl*ns, her tongue gently teased the shaft, driving him to the brink.

Kaiden tried his best not to lose control again in front of his friend’s younger sister, but Hazel’s small hands stroked the shaft up and down while her lips sucked persistently, leaving him no choice but to succumb.

“Guh… Hah.”

Cloudy s*men arched through the air, landing forcefully onto Hazel’s face as Kaiden squeezed his eyes shut.

‘D＊mn it…’

The demon-possessed Hazel, who had robbed him of his chastity, now settled herself between his thighs. She licked the white s*men dripping from the gl*ns, swallowing it with a gulp, and smiled so brightly that her round cheeks puffed up.

This couldn’t possibly be Hazel. It had to be some sort of demon or sorcery.

The shame of having cl*maxed helplessly under Hazel’s teasing hands and tongue mixed with worry for her well-being.

Kaiden’s mind became a whirlwind of emotions, and when he opened his tightly shut eyes out of guilt, he found himself alone in the bed.

***

The next morning.

Hazel, who had successfully snuck out of the room, hurried to the study. She planned to pretend she had been working there all along.

But… Was the Duke okay?

Suddenly, she felt a pang of guilt for having done as she pleased with him yesterday.

Still, since he had been asleep, wouldn’t he just dismiss it as a strange dream? If he did remember, what should I say?

Without thinking too deeply about it, Hazel slumped over the desk and opened the diary she had taken from the first drawer of her dressing table.

– Share a kiss with a lover so passionate it melts your tongue.

– Help a lover climax with my hands.