Chapter 4 Shared Nights (A Secret)
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Knock, knock.
The soft sound echoed through the stillness of a night fast asleep. I opened my eyes slowly, roused by the faint noise. The clock read midnight, twelve o’clock. In the male residential area, no shops stayed open this late, and the streets had long since fallen silent.
Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts circling endlessly around Maggot-san. If I fell asleep, that would be the end of it, so I fought to stay awake. Today was the day—the day we’d promised. Sleep was the last thing I could manage.
Another knock, softer this time, came from the distance. Though no one should’ve been there, I crept cautiously toward the entrance, careful not to be seen. Each knock felt like it struck my heart directly.
”Maggot-san here,” a whisper drifted through the door.
I tapped back lightly in response.
A moment later, the door creaked open with a rattle.
”Come in,” I said.
”P-perhaps this sort of playful act is…” she hesitated.
”You’re going to sleep with me starting tonight, right?” I pressed, needing confirmation.
Maggot-san wavered, then steeled herself and stepped into the room. The door clicked shut behind her. My room had no inner lock.
”This way, this way,” I urged.
”…Pardon my intrusion,” she replied softly.
I led her through the darkened room to the bedroom. She followed hesitantly, her steps tentative in the shadows.
”Pajamas?” I asked.
”There are eyes on the way here,” she said. “For sleeping together… I’ll take them off, if you’d like.”
Maggot-san hung her outerwear by the bed. In just a single shirt, her full chest spilled into view, impossible to ignore.
Big.
Her frame was slender, average in height, which only made her curves stand out more. Even through her shirt and underwear, the soft flesh asserted itself undeniably. I couldn’t help but stare.
She twisted slightly, as if to shield herself, though her respect for me remained. The movement, though, only made her seem… well, more alluring, in a strange way.
”Does it bother you?” she asked, her voice gentle.
”Yeah, Maggot-san, your breasts are big. Impressive,” I said, blurting out something silly about whether I’d end up like that someday.
She blinked, startled, then gave a wry smile. “Men’s chests don’t grow like that. They’re for nurturing children…”
In this world, breasts weren’t seen as objects of desire. Not entirely, anyway. It was like how, in my previous life, some girls were into a guy’s toned backside—a niche preference. So my fascination with Maggot-san’s chest was chalked up to childish curiosity.
Here’s the strategy: I spent eight years in a learning simulation, leaving my sense of normalcy skewed. Maggot-san knew this. Though it wasn’t her fault, the guilt she carried was something I could use.
Back in the simulation, I needed my parents—especially my mother—to sleep beside me every night. I couldn’t fall asleep without someone there, holding my hand, embracing me. I was addicted to my virtual mother’s hypnotic ASMR-like presence. Eight years of that, every single night.
Here, in the real world, that habit was unthinkable. A boy my age sleeping with someone—man or woman—was indecent. I’m a sixth-grader, but my stunted growth left me with the physique of a fourth-grader. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t shake the loneliness. I’d been holding it in, but I needed Maggot-san to stay with me, at least until I fell asleep. Then maybe I could handle school life.
Out of compassion, like a parent, she’d agreed to this secret arrangement, coming at midnight when no one would see. It was our little lie.
Of course, none of it was true. I’d played my strongest card: the simulation world was my secret alone. No one monitored it in real-time, so my “uncommon sense” was absorbed by that excuse. They say you grow stronger by overcoming the past—guess that’s true.
A part of me questioned if this was right. But I decided to play this hand until it wore out.
”Let’s do this, then,” I said.
Maggot-san knelt gently beside the bed, but something was off. She seemed to think staying until I fell asleep was enough. I needed to correct her.
”Maggot-san?” I said.
”I’m right here. You’ll rest well tonight, I’m sure…” She took my hand delicately, her palm slightly damp with nervous sweat. Her tone was soft, careful not to stir my anxiety.
”In the simulation,” I said, “my mother got into bed first. She’d lift the futon and let me slip in beside her. We’d sleep together.”
”Tch… that’s…” she stammered.
”Is that okay?”
”No issue at all. It’s decided,” she said, though her voice trembled.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and resolved herself. I was captivated by the graceful movement of her throat in the dim light. Honestly, Maggot-san looked… captivating.
”You’ve got to take off your socks,” I added quickly.
”Oh, yes, you’re right.”
”Yeah, that’s how it was in the simulation.”
She bent down, sliding off her socks with slender fingers. From my angle, the neckline of her shirt dipped, revealing a deep glimpse of her chest. Her large breasts hid their full shape even in that posture.
Long breasts, I thought, my pulse quickening at the almost love-hotel-like scene.
Maggot-san was usually so reserved, so proper. Seeing her in this unguarded moment felt thrilling, separate from any base desire. Does she take off her socks every night? When she bathes, does she… well, of course she does.
I couldn’t help but worry her chest might spill entirely. Before I could offer to help, she lay down on my bed with a soft pof.
”Here… please,” she said, her voice thick with hesitation.
Her left breast spilled onto the futon, the other pressing down with undeniable weight. Her faint scent, her cautious expression, the dim glow of the room—all of it drew me toward the bed like a moth to a flame. This is overwhelming. What an attack.
”Uh, yeah, okay…” I stammered, climbing in beside her.
Our height difference meant my face aligned just below her collarbone—right at the level of her chest—when I lay down. She gently pulled the futon up to my shoulders, covering us both.
Before me was her deep cleavage, her skin smooth and flawless, pale as moonlight without a single blemish.
”Uh, um, well…” I stammered.
”Is something not to your liking?” she asked softly.
”No, it’s nothing,” I said, brushing it off.
”…I see,” she replied, her voice calm but curious.
My heart pounded like a drum, wild and unsteady. Her gentle breaths brushed against my bangs, making me dizzy. With each breath, her full chest rose and fell, alive with motion.
In the darkness, I was overwhelmed, teetering on the edge of losing myself to excitement.
I want to touch them. Bury my face in them. Grab them, feel her n**ples. I want… I want more!
Sleep was impossible now. Sleeping together? What a joke. Could I even stay sane like this?
Then it hit me—I needed to hold her hand. That was the setup, right? I couldn’t sleep without someone holding my hand, easing my anxiety. I could savor that feeling while watching her chest move with each breath.
If I pretended to sleep, I could inch closer to her, bit by bit. Shift my position, maybe brush against her—no one would notice.
”…Is something bothering you?” Maggot-san asked, her voice gentle but perceptive.
She was strict at times, but at her core, she was a kind older sister. She’d noticed my fidgeting and, even if she didn’t fully understand my emotions, sensed my unease.
”For men, this might not be so interesting,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact.
Then, without warning, she pulled back the futon and sat up slightly, leaning forward. Her hands reached behind her back, and I heard a faint rustle, a soft click.
She brought her hands forward, clutching a piece of fabric. It was her brassiere.
I froze. Right before me, her breasts shifted under gravity’s pull, their shape changing freely. No way. This can’t be real.
Her full chest pressed against the thin, innocent white shirt, the faint outlines of her n**ples asserting themselves quietly through the fabric.
”You want to do something, don’t you? Something from your simulation. I may be unworthy, but please, don’t hold back,” she said, her voice steady but tinged with hesitation.
I nearly shouted, overcome by her kindness. She was treating me like a child, embarrassed but willing to indulge me out of compassion.
”Please, tell me what to do. As you did in the simulation. Eight years of habit—it’s perfectly normal,” she said with a small, reassuring smile.
It’s not strange at all, her expression seemed to say.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I didn’t know where her boundaries were, what would break that kind, older-sister mask. It scared me, but this world’s ethics were chaotic. I had to push as far as I could to even find the line.
”In the simulation,” I said, “I’d touch her chest to calm down. I’d… knead it, feel it, and after a while, I’d get sleepy and drift off.”
”My chest? Very well,” she replied, her tone calm but thoughtful.
She paused, her gaze meeting mine. She must’ve sensed I was still holding back, her sharp perception picking up on my unspoken desires.
”Does the shirt… get in the way?”
I nodded vigorously, unable to speak. In this world, a woman’s chest wasn’t inherently sexual, it seemed. Maggot-san frowned slightly but complied, her fingers moving to unbutton her shirt.
Her chest came into view.
Too much.
”Maggot-san!” I cried out.
I pushed her down, pinning her shoulders to the bed, straddling her in a sudden burst of impulse. Her breasts bounced with the motion—likely an F-cup, pale and flawless, with soft, faintly pink areolas, blushing faintly in the dim light.
The faint glow of a lamp illuminated her trembling chest, like aftershocks rippling through her. I didn’t hesitate, diving toward a n**ple, my lips finding it instantly.
So soft. Her skin was smooth, silken. The ar**la and n**ple had a slight texture, softer than the rest of her chest. It was perfection.
I released her shoulders, my hands frantically seeking her other breast. My palm found the tip, pressing and gripping, sinking into the exquisite softness. My mind melted under the sensation.
My mouth worked tirelessly, sucking, tasting. I licked her n**ple, grazed my teeth lightly from areola to tip, then sucked again, like an infant, relentless and greedy. I looped through the motions, desperate, insatiable.
If anyone saw me, they’d think I was a castaway in a desert, gulping from a cold water bottle after three days without. That’s how frantically I indulged.
It feels so good. Her scent is intoxicating. Delicious. Maggot-san’s chest is irresistible, perfect.
I barely noticed my own body reacting, hard and unyielding.
”W-Was it… like this in the simulation? This intense?” she gasped, her voice trembling.
”Yeah, exactly like this!” I replied, lifting my face with a bright, eager grin.
Maggot-san lay beneath me, her expression one of shock, her wavy hair spilling across the bed. Gone was the shy embarrassment she’d shown earlier—now, there was a flicker of fear in her eyes. I’m sorry. But I can’t stop.
I switched to her other breast, untouched and dry. Why does a fresh one feel so incredible? I dove in, sucking with abandon, lost in the sensation.
After a moment, I paused, shifting to straddle her stomach, taking a full mount position. I grabbed her arms, forcing them to her sides, her breasts pressed together, rising like twin peaks.
”Stay like that,” I instructed.
”…Yes,” she replied, her shoulders tensing to hold the position, keeping her chest’s shape intact.
I let go of her arms, my hands seizing her breasts’ tips, gripping them firmly. Then I buried my face in her cleavage, diving into her as she lay on her back.
I inhaled deeply, her scent overwhelming. She let out soft, involuntary sounds, her body reacting instinctively.
For thirty minutes, I was lost in a frenzy, rubbing my face in her cleavage, turning to find a pale n**ple waiting. I devoured it like a child sneaking sweets, relentless and consumed.
”Ha… ha…” I panted, finally calming enough to notice Maggot-san again.
Her face was flushed, her body trembling beneath me.
I met Maggot-san’s gaze. Her breaths came heavy and ragged, her face a storm of shock, anger, and embarrassment, flushed red as if boiled. Her fists were clenched so tightly they seemed to ache, radiating a pressure that felt almost murderous. It was terrifying.
Wait… is she mad? Did I go too far?
”This… to think Your Lordship was forced into such things!” she spat, her voice trembling with fury. “That damned learning simulation! I won’t forgive it—not even if it’s backed by the Imperial Banner itself, I’ll tear it apart!”
Her anger wasn’t directed at me. Phew, thank goodness.
I scrambled to calm her down. It’d be a shame for some innocent machine to take the fall for my lies, and if they investigated, my deception might unravel. That’d be bad.
”Wait, wait, hold on! This is totally normal. Yeah, totally normal!” I insisted, forcing a casual tone.
”To think… you act so calmly, as if no mistreatment ever happened,” she said, her voice softening with pity. “I was foolish to assume otherwise.”
Ugh, she’s treating me like some abused kid who doesn’t know better. I’d overplayed my hand. No kid needs this every night to sleep. No way.
But, honestly, it’s Maggot-san’s fault for being so captivating. Even now, her trembling body, still simmering with anger, drew me in relentlessly.
In the dead of night, she reached for her outerwear and pulled out her mobile phone. Oh no. She was ready to report this, maybe even call the Imperial Guards. I’d be “corrected” thoroughly, my virginity guarded like it was the president himself by a furious Maggot-san and her comrades.
No way, not happening!
”Wait!” I shouted, leaping off the bed and grabbing her arm, still bare from the waist up. I’m small, so I yanked her elbow down hard, and her phone clattered to the floor.
”Please, we’re not done yet,” I pleaded.
If she was resolved, so was I. This was my once-in-a-lifetime resolve.
”It’s not just your chest. Your buttocks, too,” I said, my voice firm.
Maggot-san stared at me, her expression blank, like a pigeon hit by a popgun.
”Take everything off. I can’t sleep without touching your buttocks, too. Hurry, back to bed.”
I glared at her, my tone sharp and commanding.
Silence fell, the room still as midnight. Time seemed to freeze, leaving just me and Maggot-san, locked in a tense standoff.
Her alluring body glowed faintly in the dim light, like a sculpture in an empty museum, radiating mystery. She said nothing, her expression unreadable as she studied me.
Was it ten seconds? Ten minutes? An hour? I couldn’t tell. Whatever calculations ran through her sharp mind, I had no clue.
The only sound was our breathing, steady and certain in the chaos. This is terrifying. I have no idea what she’s thinking.
I stood frozen, waiting.
But then—unbelievably—Maggot-san silently slid off her pants. Then her shorts. She stood completely bare before me.
”Uh, w-wait—” I stammered.
”Come,” she said softly. “Let’s continue.”
She took my hand, leading me back to the bed, where she gently began to peel off my clothes.
”You said we’d do everything from your simulation, didn’t you?” she asked.
”Y-yeah,” I managed, flustered.
”When we fall to hell, I’ll be right there with you,” she whispered, wrapping me in a soft embrace.
What is this?
I didn’t understand. Both of us, naked, tangled together in bed. It felt like we were on the edge of something unthinkable.
Was this okay? Was it really fine? My mind was unraveling.
But it felt good. The pleasure of her silken skin against mine was overwhelming, impossible to resist. Without thinking, my hand slipped between her slender thighs. Her chest wasn’t enough anymore—I wanted more.
My fingers brushed the soft hair at her groin, the delicate warmth of her most private place.
”You… you have hair,” I muttered.
Maggot-san looked down, her face flushing with embarrassment, the anger from before replaced by a shy vulnerability.
My own body didn’t care about my confusion—it was rock-hard, undeniable.
”Ah…” she let out a dazed sound.
I tore the futon away completely, sliding between her legs. I gripped her knees, parting them gently. She didn’t resist.
I didn’t know about foreplay. I didn’t have the patience for it. I just wanted to be inside her, this beautiful older sister with her slim waist, full chest, and curves. I needed to move, to act, now.
I gripped my still-childish erection, fumbling.
”Damn it…” I cursed. It kept slipping, skidding across her skin. I couldn’t find the right spot, too caught up in the heat of it all. I’m not a virgin, damn it, why can’t I get this right?
Her skin wasn’t ready, still dry. Forcing it would only hurt.
”Here,” she said softly.
Still open, she sat up slightly, her slender fingers parting herself, guiding me with her other hand. Stop, I’ll lose it just from this. I can’t waste it like that.
”Just… a moment,” she murmured, her voice catching. Her hand moved to herself, fingers working gently at the sensitive spot above her entrance. Her chest swayed with each subtle motion, her breaths coming in quiet, restrained gasps.
I endured it for minutes, teetering on the edge. This is the hardest my mind’s ever worked.
”Maggot-san, come on!” I pleaded, desperate.
”Wait… there,” she said, checking herself before offering a gentle smile, like one you’d give a restless puppy. “Ready.”
I can’t hold back anymore.
”Do as you please,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute.
I lunged, pressing my lips to hers, kissing her fiercely, my tongue exploring her mouth. She let out muffled sounds, struggling to breathe.
I pulled back, gasping through my nose, holding her tightly.
”Phew…” Her breaths were ragged, her face red as a boiled octopus. Mine probably looked the same.
I pushed her down again, aligning myself with her glistening entrance, still covered by unpeeled skin. I forced it back, exposing the sensitive tip, pressing it against her warmth.
”Sorry, I’m at my limit. I’m going in—thank you!” I babbled, my thoughts a mess.
”Yes… please,” she replied softly.
I didn’t know what I was saying. My head was boiling. I thrust forward, her tight warmth meeting my small frame. The tip slipped in easily, pleasure shooting through me. This is it. It’s perfect.
”No, not yet! I can’t… not yet!” I gasped, lifting my face. “Spread your legs wider—hurry!”
Sparks seemed to flash across Maggot-san’s face. She closed her eyes, nodded faintly, and opened her slender legs into a full M-shape.
I pressed my hands to her pale stomach, pushing myself deeper. Each inch inside her brought a terrifying wave of pleasure, her warm, slick folds clinging to me tightly.
Then I hit a harder barrier. No turning back now.
”It… it feels so good!” I groaned.
”Please… love me,” she whispered, her voice strained but gentle.
I didn’t hold back. She endured the pain, her words steady despite it. She was a virgin—had to be. As an Imperial Guard, no other man could’ve touched her.
It hurt, honestly. But the joy and pleasure of being inside this kind, beautiful older sister overwhelmed the pain. Then, a slick, tearing sensation—blood, maybe?—spread around my hips, warm and fluid.
I tried to pull back to thrust again, but I knew it was over. The sensation was too much, beyond what I could endure.
With one final push, I drove myself as deep as I could, our bodies pressed so tightly together it felt like we’d merge. I wanted to release in her deepest core.
A thick, sticky rush poured out, my body pulsing with each wave. It was like uncapped honey, spilling endlessly inside her.
Gasping, I sat up, my heart ready to burst. I’d wanted to savor it longer, to move again and again, but one thrust had broken me.
I pulled out slowly, my hands leaving her stomach. Her warmth released me with a slick sound, my release likely dripping from her. I didn’t look—I was too exhausted, yet the excitement wouldn’t fade.
Collapsing onto her, I let my body sink against the one I’d just claimed.
”Ha… ha… sorry, one go and I’m done,” I panted, my body slick with sweat.
A gentle hand rested on my head. I looked up to find Maggot-san staring at me, her expression dazed, almost distant.
It had been selfish, that act. As the post-release calm settled in, that strange, mysterious clarity returned. I’d noticed her saying something during it—maybe cries of pain—but I hadn’t listened, too consumed.
”Well done,” she said, her tone flat, as if she hadn’t just witnessed my frenzy.
”S-sorry, it hurt, didn’t it?” I mumbled, guilt creeping in.
She stroked my head again, her touch soothing. “There’s no need to apologize. You were splendid.”
I’m simple. Her words washed away my doubts. I didn’t know what she was thinking, but the overwhelming pleasure was undeniable. Naked, Maggot-san was like a goddess. Even if her faint smile in the dim light held a shadow, I chose to ignore it.
For a while, I rested in her arms, nestled against her chest.
An hour later, Maggot-san dressed swiftly, returning to the pristine, composed figure she’d been when she arrived. She stood in the corner of the bedroom, gathering the stained bed sheets.
”I’ll return before dawn,” she said. “No traces should remain.”
She was right—stained clothes and towels needed replacing. And she couldn’t stay until morning; we had to act before anyone stirred.
I was half-awake, half-asleep, drained beyond belief. I’m so tired. I’ll think about it tomorrow.
”Leave it to me,” she said. “Rest now. You can sleep alone, yes?”
”Yeah, I’m fine,” I mumbled.
I saw her off at the entrance, then collapsed back into bed. Whatever happens, I’ll deal with it tomorrow. The Imperial Guards are on my side. It’ll work out.
And with that, I drifted off.
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