Chapter 8

He pulled her thighs up to his waist, resting his organ on her lower belly and tapping it. The enthusiastic stimulation made Amber unconsciously lift her hips.

“Mm.”

“It’ll feel better than anything else.”

She didn’t care about her first time. There were no issues with contraception… His constant whispering that he’d show her something better made Amber restless. The ‘me who doesn’t cling to meaningless honor’ she’d tried to prove to her ex-fiancé didn’t matter anymore. She just wanted pleasure now.

“Then… gently…”

As soon as she agreed, he grabbed Amber’s hips. The moment he spread her and pushed in, a m*an escaped.

“Ah!”

He said he’d be gentle! The pain was sharp, and Amber bit her lip. She couldn’t even tell what was happening; everything below was burning.

“Ah, it hurts… You said you’d be gentle… Ah.”

“You’re just too tight, Master.”

“Mmm.”

Her m*ans were already swallowed up. George licked her ear and teased her mouth with his tongue as she teared up.

“Mm.”

He moved his lower body slowly, pushing against her walls. This was a sensation she’d never felt before.

“Ah, huu, ah!”

Her soft inner walls screamed, but he filled her completely. As Amber gasped for breath, he kissed her lips and whispered.

“See.”

“Wha… what…”

“We’re connected, Master.”

She couldn’t even look, let alone move, so he kindly lifted her upper body.

Amber saw the union of man and woman for the first time.

…Oh my.

In her dark pubic hair, something darker and reddish was embedded. The wet, joined area was oddly alluring, and if she looked higher, her flat belly was bulging.

“Gro… gross… mm!”

Her frightened voice turned into m*ans as George suddenly thr*st up into her.

“Mm!”

“You say it’s gross, but my c*ck is soaked in your fl*ids.”

He leaned forward so Amber’s hands could rest on his back, but his grip on her thighs was so strong her skin turned red.

“Ah…”

George’s rapid movements spread her legs wide. Her mind felt like it was exploding. Instinctively, Amber squeezed tight, then hiccupped.

“Hic!”

“What’s wrong? Hm?”

Despite his gentle voice, his tip was pressing against her cervix. Amber was losing her mind. She felt dazed, her lower body burned, and her back ached…

But all that came out were hiccup-laced m*ans, and the only sounds were wet, obscene noises.

“It’s a naughty sound.”

George smiled with satisfaction. Even his ragged breathing was *rotic.

“Mm, mm!”

“Why are you squeezing so much?”

“Just, a bit, so… so gently, hic, please…”

He licked her babbling lips like a dog. Amber’s nails marked his back, and unlike her flushed face, George looked perfectly calm.

“Don’t hold your breath.”

“Hic, no, hiccups, ah, just a little slower… mm!”

She never thought her body could produce so much fl*id. Every time his organ moved in and out, her juices soaked everything below.

“Shh, it’s okay. Stick out your tongue.”

“Haa.”

“Hurry.”

In that moment, George seemed omnipotent, and Amber obediently opened her mouth. Like a predator waiting for prey, he sucked her tongue and tangled with it lewdly. His tongue was as rough in her throat as his organ was below. When she struggled to breathe, he soothed her by moving gently below.

“Huu, huu, ah!”

“Breathe.”

“Haa…”

“You won’t hiccup anymore.”

He was right. The hiccups stopped.

The problem was, George started thrusting in earnest. He pounded her so hard her thighs trembled and her mind blurred. The scent of a male filled her nose—or was it her own fl*ids?

“Huu! Ah! There, there, mm…!”

Amber was soon wrapping her legs around his waist on her own. His pulsing organ tore through her insides like a living creature, but it didn’t hurt anymore. The ache and tightness in her belly—she knew now this was cl*max.

And that feeling… was so, so good. She wondered why she hadn’t done this sooner.

“Haa. I don’t want to stop.”

George’s hand searched near her entrance. When he pinched the sensitive spot, Amber’s belly tightened.

“I don’t want to turn back into a d*ldo.”

He said it like he was complaining, but still thr*st hard. When her insides contracted in surprise, his movements slowed. Only his rough breathing and her gasps filled the room.

“Master?”

Amber wanted to answer, but as her tension eased, her body relaxed. She could’ve fallen asleep just like that, like when she was eight and slept after playing with friends, or after three sleepless nights in the academy.

Now, those carefree days felt so far away.

“Master, are you asleep?”

His voice faded. Amber’s eyes fluttered, and she lost consciousness in an instant.

* * *

When she opened her eyes, it was morning. Instinctively, Amber reached beside her, but found nothing.

“Did he turn back into a d*ldo…?”

Amber pulled back the covers and grew even more confused. She understood the man being gone—he must have turned back into a d*ldo. But the d*ldo wasn’t there either.

…No one could have stolen it. Did the d*ldo run away on its own? If so, he’d be caught as a n*ked pervert by the villagers.

Amber tried to stay calm. But her rapidly beating heart betrayed her.

Confusion, anxiety, nervousness. And fear.

Yes, it was fear. She was afraid she’d lose the sweet sleep she’d finally found. For some, it might seem trivial, but for Amber, who suffered from insomnia, it was crucial. Her racing thoughts proved it.

How could she spend another sleepless night after finally finding peace? She’d finally found a use for the d*ldo…

Her tangled thoughts were broken by a familiar voice.

“What are you doing?”

Amber’s head whipped around. Relief flashed across her face, and her pale cheeks quickly regained color. Her eyes narrowed as she took in his dangling lower half, his torso stained with yellow liquid, and finally met his gaze.

“…You didn’t turn back?”

Rather than wondering ‘why?’, Amber felt a strange joy. George shrugged.

“Looks like it.”

“……”

“You look well-rested.”

“Mmm.”

“Then come eat.”

Amber only understood when George turned toward the kitchen. She asked suspiciously,

“Did you cook?”

“Cook?”

“……”

“I made the same thing as yesterday.”

Amber didn’t believe it. Or rather, she believed he cooked, but expected a very different result. The burnt smell filled the house.

Reality was harsher than a joke.

“It’s all burnt…”

The omelet or whatever it was, visible through the small kitchen window, was black and inedible. The frying pan was a mess and needed scraping…

Amber thought even her first attempt at frying eggs at age ten was better than this. How could someone burn it so badly?

“Well, thanks for the thought. But you don’t need to cook for me… I never asked you to.”

“I thought you might be hungry.”

“I can feed myself. I actually like making meals.”

Cleaning up after him was a real hassle. Amber added that sometimes doing nothing is more helpful, then threw the burnt food in the trash and rolled up her sleeves.

“There’s not much left, so I’ll just make the same as yesterday. Are you going to stay here?”

“Yeah.”

She knew he’d ignore her if she told him to sit and wait, so Amber gave up and started making breakfast. Cooking for two was familiar, so it wasn’t much trouble. Sitting across from him at the table, Amber finally had time to wonder why George hadn’t turned back into a d*ldo.

Even when Amber asked, George always gave the same answer.

“It’s not something I can control.”

“Really? You mean you can’t change at will?”

“Do you really not trust me?”

Amber shot him a suspicious look.

“When I’m a d*ldo, I can hear conversations, but I have no will of my own.”

George looked genuinely innocent, as if he really didn’t know. Well, if he said so…

“Who said I don’t believe you? Fine. We’ll see.”

“I’ll see too.”

If only he wouldn’t talk! Amber rolled her eyes and drank her milk. She muttered as if making a vow.

“I really will keep an eye on you.”

Amber was skilled at listing possible scenarios and finding the answer within them. She’d spent years studying herbology, which was all about figuring out what effects different herbs could have.

‘Thought I’d never use this after graduation.’

Anyway, looking back, George had only turned into a person twice, both times when Amber tried to insert him. What was clear was that bodily fl*ids were involved. Amber could vaguely predict that the fl*ids were what turned him human.

The problem was how to turn him back into a d*ldo.

‘It must be related to s*x, right?’

That would explain why he turned back into a d*ldo the first time. If insertion—the d*ldo’s purpose—wasn’t achieved, maybe it was a punishment. If this was correct, then now, after penetrative s*x, he stayed human.

‘If we don’t have s*x, will he turn back into a d*ldo?’

That was something to test. Amber began, determined.

“I have an idea…”

But as soon as she met George’s eyes, she lost her words. It wasn’t because he kept staring at her as she ate slowly, or because she was struck again by how handsome he was, or because his body was so impressive.

‘He’s wiping his mouth with a dishcloth again.’

She’d heard jokes that if you’re good-looking, even rags look like tailored suits. It wasn’t wrong. With George’s face, the dishcloth didn’t look like a dishcloth at all.

But he did look a bit silly. Amber wondered if she should finally tell him what it was really for, but then he asked a question.

“Is anyone coming to the house?”

Amber flinched, then realized he wasn’t talking about the dishcloth and composed her face.

“Grandmother will come, I guess? It’s her house. Why?”

It’s been cleaned, so it should be fine. He’s technically an object, after all… Amber eased her guilt with rationalization.

George tilted his head.

“Does your grandmother walk around at dawn?”

“No. She’s traveling right now. Oh, you mean the newspaper?”

Her grandmother had asked her to bring in the weekly paper every other week. Just in case it rained, she’d asked Amber to bring it inside. Remembering this, Amber got up to fetch the newspaper, but paused, her face a little pale.

“Did you go outside?”

“Should I?”

He hadn’t, but he’d do it if she wanted. Amber quickly shook her head.

“No! No! You should stay inside… Actually, absolutely not. Never, ever!”

“Okay.”

“…I’ll just go get the newspaper.”

A man whose only skill was s*x couldn’t possibly be so delicate. Amber felt relieved as she headed for the door, but worry crept in.

‘When will he turn back into a d*ldo?’

Humans are fickle. As soon as things settled down, she started to worry again, like flipping a coin…

Still, it was worth thinking seriously. Especially since her grandmother had come up. Amber was an outside granddaughter staying at her grandmother’s house. While her grandmother was away, she was living with a mysterious man—who was n*ked all day.

Not good. Really not.

It would be especially bad for her grandmother. Amber could always go back to the capital, but her grandmother had always lived, and would continue to live, in this village.

“I can’t just leave things like this…”

Muttering, she opened the door, and the salty coastal wind brushed past her. There was a newspaper at the door. From the headline, she could tell it wasn’t Dustane’s paper—it focused on facts, not sensationalism. Amber picked up the newspaper and found a letter underneath.

“Grandmother…?”

With the newspaper under her arm, she checked the sender—her grandmother’s name was written there. A letter? Had something happened? Amber, worried, quickly opened it.

To Amber.

Well, when I said I was worried about my granddaughter and the cute garden I left behind, everyone told me to write a letter.

(skipping some content)

I decided to spend a bit more time with my friends I haven’t seen in a while. I’ll probably stay a few more days, so please stay healthy while I’m gone.

I’ll end here.

With love, your grandmother

Merin Adeline.

Good… news? Since it wasn’t anything to worry about, Amber felt relieved. Also, considering George’s presence, it wasn’t a bad thing. With this unexpected free time, she could think about how to make him turn back into a d*ldo, or what to do if he stayed human.

Amber tucked the letter into the newspaper and sighed.

‘Right now, clothes are the priority. Let’s get some clothes first.’

With all her attention on the letter and what to do about George, Amber made a mistake—like forgetting the headline she’d glimpsed in the newspaper.

『Breaking News! The Otranie Royal Family and Cadis Empire Peace Treaty. Royal marriage moved forward…』