Chapter 6 Maggot-san’s Motives
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
…What!?
I bolted upright in bed, heart pounding. A quick glance at the bedside terminal showed midnight—twelve o’clock sharp.
Damn it. Not only did I fail to come up with a strategy, I passed out cold. I’d meant to tackle the assignment, but as usual, I couldn’t finish it from the comfort of my bed. Why do I keep making these foolish mistakes?
A sharp knock echoed from the door, jolting me.
It had to be Maggot-san. Who else would dare visit a guy’s room at this hour? It wasn’t just rude—it was practically criminal. No one else came to mind.
Maybe I should pretend to be asleep and ride this out?
Maggot-san’s intentions were a mystery, and that uncertainty unnerved me. Surely she wouldn’t barge in and wake me, right? But then again, she already knew my excuse about needing to “sleep together” was a lie. If she was here despite that, she must have something to say.
I can only hope she’s hooked on what happened between us yesterday and wants another round with an older guy like me. If that’s the case, I’d welcome it with open arms. But is it realistic? Losing her virginity just yesterday—wouldn’t it still be painful? They say it hurts for months sometimes. It’s basically like an injury, isn’t it?
Knock, knock.
The sound cut through the quiet room.
…No avoiding it. Time to face reality.
I slid out of bed and shuffled toward the door. In a world where premarital intimacy was strictly forbidden, Maggot-san bore more responsibility for what happened than I did. She must know I’m not clueless about common sense. She probably senses my impulses, too. I hadn’t slipped up enough for her to suspect I’m a Reincarnated Person… had I?
Rushing to get Cult Slut-san’s permission for school attendance today—maybe that was too hasty. I hadn’t even consulted Maggot-san. Was she angry? I couldn’t tell.
”…Come in,” I called softly.
Click. Click. Click.
The triple lock unlatched, each sound deliberate. Creak… The door inched open.
A chill ran through me. It wasn’t like she was forcing the door, but each click felt like some unknown creature dismantling my safe haven, one lock at a time. The final key’s echo faded, and the door swung wide.
What’s with this creeping fear?
Of course, no monster emerged from the darkness. It was Maggot-san, just as I’d seen her yesterday, bundled in outerwear with a soft sleepwear shirt peeking out at her collar.
”…Pardon my intrusion,” she said, her voice formal.
”Y-Yes, come in,” I stammered.
She glided into the room like a ghost, closing the door carefully behind her, hinges silent.
Creak… Thud.
Beautiful women have an intimidating presence at night, don’t they?
* * *
We sat side by side on my bed, just like yesterday, but ten minutes had passed in silence. The room’s light kept things from feeling too heavy, but I couldn’t read anything from Maggot-san’s profile. She didn’t seem nervous or unable to meet my gaze.
”Uh, Maggot-san,” I ventured, my voice cracking. Calm down, get a grip.
”Yes, what is it?” she replied, her tone composed.
I needed to ease into this, find a thread for conversation. If she was upset, I’d have to smooth things over.
”Today, I got permission from Cult Slut-san to attend school. I passed the test! Starting tomorrow, I’ll be prepping for dormitory life, too.”
”Your efforts have borne fruit,” she said warmly. “I hear your learning speed is exceptional. I’m truly pleased for you.”
Okay, that went better than expected. I’m sounding natural, right? Her praise felt genuine, and I relaxed a bit, swinging my legs off the bed’s edge.
”Good. I was worried you’d be mad I moved forward without talking to you.”
”Not at all,” she assured me. “I was the one who encouraged you to pursue it. Though… that’s not the issue here.”
For the next ten minutes, I rambled about recent joys, my gripes with the food, and my studies. She listened patiently, nodding along, never interrupting. The tension finally melted away, and we slipped back into the easy rapport we’d had before yesterday.
As the conversation lulled, Maggot-san took a deep breath and stood abruptly. I froze, bracing myself. Instead of approaching, she stepped back and knelt on the floor, gazing up at me.
”…Are you a Rare One?” she asked suddenly.
What… what’s that?
The term was unfamiliar. Nothing from Cult Slut-san’s lessons rang a bell. Is it some kind of otherworldly visitor? Did she figure out I’m a Reincarnated Person? No, I had to stay calm. There was no way she could know. I’d been careful, avoiding words from my previous life—terms like “nurse,” “madam,” or “gender equality”—that didn’t exist here. I’d stuck to the vocabulary of this world, especially terms used by the Imperial Guard.
Rare One… maybe it’s not about reincarnation. Maybe it’s something else. I needed to fish for more information.
”Rare One? What’s that? I haven’t learned that yet,” I said, feigning innocence. Please let my expression sell it.
Still kneeling, Maggot-san answered, “A Rare One is a man who, like a woman, feels desire and does not recoil from women’s advances.”
So… just a normal guy by my standards?
Relief washed over me. If that’s what it means, then yeah, I’m a Rare One. I liked women, and I certainly didn’t mind if they looked at me that way. But I couldn’t admit it outright—she’d expect me to know more than I did.
”I’m not sure if I’m a Rare One,” I said carefully. “Is that someone different from normal?”
”Indeed,” she said, her voice tinged with apology. “Women feel intense excitement around men, driven to touch them, losing all restraint. It may be discomforting, but it’s simply how things are. I beg your understanding.”
”Of course, I strive to conceal it,” Maggot-san said, her voice low, “but it’s an impulse men can scarcely comprehend. That’s why common folk lower their gaze when a man passes by.”
”I… I see,” I mumbled, barely keeping up.
They get excited just looking at a man? Honestly, I was fine with that. The opposite sex feeling desire, chasing with their eyes—that’s perfectly natural, healthy even.
Maggot-san spoke humbly, almost apologetically, as if men held some lofty status. But what she said made sense. I’d wanted her, too—craved that connection—and she’d sensed it, welcoming me despite the risks.
”I…” Maggot-san took a deep breath, her voice trembling. “I used you, my lord.”
”What…?” I blinked, caught off guard.
She lifted her face from the floor, and the calm, gentle expression I knew was gone. Her eyes glistened, like a rookie office worker on the verge of tears after a grave mistake.
”Knowing it was forbidden, I couldn’t restrain myself from… from intimacy with you,” she confessed.
I froze, stunned. This kind, serene older sister figure saying something like that?
”So, you’re saying you wanted to be with me and just… couldn’t hold back?” I asked, piecing it together.
”Precisely,” she said, her voice heavy with shame.
That’s… unexpected. I’d assumed she wasn’t thinking about me that way. I’m just a sixth grader—physically weaker than most my age. I knew she cared for me, but I thought she saw me as a child, nothing more.
”If it interferes with marriage, I’m prepared to atone with my life,” she continued, her voice resolute. “If you deem me unseemly, I’ll vanish where you’ll never hear of me. Please, judge as you see fit.”
She pressed her face to the floor again, her posture rigid with sincerity.
Is she a samurai or something? I hadn’t been thinking anything like that. Her intensity overwhelmed me.
”Uh, wait,” I stammered. “Yesterday, didn’t it hurt? You didn’t exactly seem thrilled.”
”I was… overcome,” she admitted, her voice softening. “The act itself… it felt like ascending to the heavens.”
So she was so overwhelmed with pleasure she couldn’t react? I hadn’t noticed at all. Her face afterward had been blank, like a professional dismissing a client. Who could’ve guessed that was her way of handling overwhelming feelings? Her mask was too strong.
I was beating myself up over selfish desires, and it was all for nothing.
”I don’t mind at all,” I said, trying to ease her guilt.
”You don’t understand, my lord,” she insisted, her voice breaking. “For someone so young, premarital intimacy is unthinkable, even for the Empire’s highest officials or rulers. And yet, I… I alone…”
Her words trailed off, and I caught a flicker of something else in her turmoil—a dark, hidden joy.
I took a deep breath. Her body trembled at the sound.
”I think I misjudged you, Maggot-san,” I said. “I don’t know if I’m a Rare One, but I’ve always been like this. Whether it’s because of that learning simulation or just who I am, I don’t know. But I’m someone who wants to connect with women, actively.”
This world’s obsession with chastity was strange, no doubt. Still, deep down, I’d always thought men were supposed to pursue women. But seeing Maggot-san—so composed, so disciplined—struggle to contain her desire for a boy like me… it flipped everything. This world really is backward. Watching her bow, practically in dogeza, I finally grasped its rules.
”So, if that’s what a Rare One is, then yeah, I guess I am one.”
It felt backward—admitting my identity after the act—but I’d finally confessed to Maggot-san. Her eyes widened, as if she’d seen something unbelievable. Barely a month in, and I’ve already been found out. But at the same time, a weight lifted from my shoulders.
Curiosity tugged at me, and I asked, “Maggot-san, do you… like younger boys?”
”That’s not permitted,” she said quickly, her voice laced with guilt. “To think that I, even now, harbor feelings for you… I exploited your situation and ignorance.”
”No, that’s not what I meant,” I clarified. “Do you get excited by adults or kids? Or just… men in general?”
”Men are inherently precious,” she said softly. “Age doesn’t matter.”
”Even if I were some frail old man?”
”To women, all men are captivating,” she replied. “I am no exception.”
”Then come to the bed, Maggot-san,” I said, my voice steady.
She hesitated, clearly understanding my intent. Her expression was pure remorse—no trace of thinking, Oh, he doesn’t hate me, maybe I’ll get lucky again.
”Now you’re going to act like you can say no?” I teased.
”Please, forgive me,” she whispered. “Someone like me, sharing your bed again—it’s unthinkable.”
Ignoring her protests, I gently pulled her to her feet and guided her to the bed. Slowly, carefully, I began peeling away her clothes, layer by layer.
She didn’t resist, but buried her face in the pillow, trapped in her own shame and confusion.
I want to save her, I thought. No matter how strange this world’s rules were, I couldn’t treat someone who cared for me so harshly. I didn’t want her to feel guilty.
Maggot-san lay face-down, her back gleaming in the dim light, inviting me closer. I dimmed the room’s light, letting her form glow softly, like moonlight on skin.
”Let’s keep this our secret, Maggot-san,” I murmured, my hands tracing her curves. “From now on, always.”
Her skin was smooth, resisting my touch with youthful firmness. She flinched, trying to shake off my hands, but I held firm.
”Don’t move,” I said.
My small hands explored her, parting her skin, brushing against it, tasting faintly. The air carried her feminine scent, mixed with a hint of soap from her shower.
”I’m honestly shocked you’ve been looking at me like that,” I said, my voice soft against her back.
Her body trembled. Ignoring it, I pressed myself closer, my hips against her smooth curves. I was already hard, my body sliding along her, searching.
*There.* I felt the warmth, the slickness of her.
”Maggot-san, your face is so red. It’s cute,” I teased.
”Please… forgive me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, like a faint cry.
”If you need a reason, let’s call it your punishment,” I said.
She turned, her expression caught between protest and surrender, as if to say, *That’s not a punishment…*
I had no intention of holding back. Savoring the sensation of Maggot-san’s soft, plump buttocks, I pressed my hips against her, my hands exploring their mochi-like firmness.
”I didn’t come here expecting this,” she murmured, her voice trembling with guilt. “Not only did I tarnish your youth, but to think you’d forgive me despite it all… I’ve sullied you, I…”
”I don’t hate you, Maggot-san,” I interrupted gently. “I don’t think you’re a bad person at all.”
”Oh… such happiness is too much for someone like me,” she said, her white back writhing as if overwhelmed.
Is this some kind of master-servant reprimand play? Her etiquette, so refined and old-fashioned, only added to the impression. Maybe Maggot-san has a bit of a masochistic streak. She was crying, yet her body responded, drenched in her own conflicted desire—a deep, almost sinful act.
In moments like this, not punishing her felt like the greatest punishment of all. Worse, indulging in this act again would likely plunge her into self-loathing by morning.
”I’m sorry,” I whispered near her ear. “I can’t bring myself to hate you.”
Slowly, I eased myself into her, my length meeting her warmth.
”Ah…” she gasped softly.
From behind, her elastic buttocks pressed against my stomach. With a slow, deliberate rhythm—like snails in their careful dance—I moved in and out, savoring each motion.
They say women prefer it slow. So I took my time, letting her feel every moment, her inner walls clinging and shifting with each thrust. I wanted it to feel good for her—overwhelmingly so, as if that were her punishment.
Pausing occasionally, I leaned over to comfort her as she glanced back, or traced my tongue along her back, building the intensity gradually. Soon, her soft sobs turned into quiet whimpers of pleasure.
”Is it… is it alright to feel this happy?” she whispered, voice breaking. “I’ll never forget this night, not for the rest of my life…”
Her trembling sobs vibrated through me. My small, childish body can’t reach her deepest places, I thought, but she climaxed again and again, her body responding eagerly.
In this world, women can’t waste a rare chance with a man. Maybe that’s why they peak so quickly, like nervous middle schoolers experiencing their first time.
I was at my limit, too.
Her relaxed body seemed to draw me in deeper, as if her very core descended to meet me. I know a woman’s body doesn’t actually shift like that, but the tightening entrance and narrowing vestibule made it feel like she was holding me in, keeping every drop inside. It was as if she was fully accepting me, and that filled me with joy.
”I’m… gonna let go,” I murmured.
”Ah… ahh… nn!” she gasped.
With one final, gentle thrust, I poured myself into her, letting the tension melt away.
Throb, throb… throb…
My release pulsed slowly, like a heartbeat, leaving my essence within her, quiet and serene.
It was a tender, melting kind of intimacy.
Maggot-san’s tears flowed freely now. She’d climaxed so many times, it was as if she couldn’t tell pleasure from pain anymore, lost in the overwhelming tide.
”Hey, look at me,” I said softly.
Lifting her legs, I maneuvered carefully to face her while staying connected. Her face buried in my chest, soft and full.
”No need to call it a lifetime memory,” I said. “You can forget it if you want. We’ll do this again—anytime, as many times as you like.”
She couldn’t respond, her breath catching.
We held each other quietly, the sound of our breathing filling the space. The moment stretched, timeless, as even the drying traces of our intimacy felt pure, almost sacred. Every so often, I sought her lips, kissing her softly.
* * *
”So, it’s not just about wanting to do this with me, is it?”
It was early morning, probably around four. Maggot-san and I were tangled together on the bed, lost in each other’s warmth.
My hands hadn’t left her breasts—soft, pliable, like mochi. She seemed flustered; in this world, a woman’s chest wasn’t considered erotic.
I’d dozed off for a bit, probably exhausted from sulking after lessons. But I woke early, surprised to find the sleepwear and sheets pristine, no trace of our earlier act. Maggot-san’s efficiency is unreal.
”I have no excuse,” she said, her face contorting with distress, brows twitching as she averted her gaze.
She thought I saw her as some ravenous beast, a stereotype of women that men in this world feared. Her actions these past two days fit that image perfectly, and she was clearly tormented by it. It’s kind of amusing.
She’d dressed again, likely to avoid tempting a second round. But for me, one release was enough to feel satisfied—a mystery I couldn’t explain.
”Yesterday, when you mumbled about us going to hell together, that freaked me out,” I said, half-teasing. “Are all the Legends of the Rare One tragedies?”
Rare One were figures of folklore, and stories about men with desire often ended in tragedy. I’d brought it up during our pillow talk, curious about her cryptic remark from the night before. In most tales, women fought over Rare One, leading to bloodshed, and the Rare One themselves met grim fates. That’s why Maggot-san had been so shocked when she realized my desires—and why, in that moment of intimacy, she’d braced herself for ritual suicide, briefly frozen.
I wasn’t too bothered, though. Fairy tales are often tragic or unjust. The sad ones just tend to survive longer. There had to be happy endings out there, too.
”There’s a slight misunderstanding,” she said, regaining her usual chaste demeanor.
Then, as if to distract me, she adjusted her position to let me keep touching her chest while facing me. Her breasts, slightly heavy, rested before me. I poked and squeezed them through her shirt, fascinated.
Trying to shift my focus, she leaned into the story. “It’s not just any Rare One tale. The founder of Kazusa Country was a Rare One. A man, exiled from the capital for premarital indiscretions, began it all. It’s a shameful history, known only to old families like mine…”
”Huh, interesting,” I said.
Reminds me of something I heard about Chiba Prefecture being a penal colony in ancient Japan. Nobles sentenced to death were often exiled instead, sent to remote regions like the Kanto, specifically Chiba, cut off from central politics.
”So, in Kazusa Province, premarital intimacy carries a different weight, doesn’t it?”
Maggot-san, a daughter of the ancient Katakai family—one of the oldest and most prominent in Kujukuri town—nodded faintly.
Even as the third daughter of a branch family, barred from marriage, Maggot-san had been thoroughly educated in the history of this region—both its public face and its hidden truths.
Chiba Prefecture’s tangled past unfolded in my mind. Exiled noble families had mingled with the children of fishing port landowners, creating a chaotic family tree. I’d always thought the Katakai family had a samurai-like air, shrouded in mystery. Perhaps, tracing back far enough, they were samurai after all.
If the founder of Kazusa Province was an ancestor who couldn’t resist forbidden intimacy with a minor, then for Kujukuri town—a distant branch of that legacy—such an act might not be the ill omen I’d assumed.
”So, it’s like a good omen?” I asked, testing the waters.
”…In simple terms, yes,” Maggot-san replied, her voice heavy with apology.
She looked utterly remorseful. “Some in the clan see premarital intimacy as the founder’s second coming, a revival of our house.”
”Hmm… that’s kind of a tricky take,” I said, frowning.
It was a dangerous interpretation. Sure, it wasn’t something they could openly proclaim—admitting your ancestor was a criminal wasn’t exactly noble. Worse, it could spark a custom among noble families to pursue young men, hoping to emulate that legacy.
Talk about the dark side of Chiba-kun.
Maggot-san wasn’t just after intimacy with me. She’d also seen me as Kazusa Province’s “prayer boy”—a figure of potential significance. It wasn’t a card she’d play lightly, but it could strengthen her status, a hidden ace up her sleeve. If our secret stayed hidden, we could keep indulging. If it got out, she might dodge ruin and even turn it to her advantage. No matter how it played out, she’d covered her bases.
Sneaky, Maggot-san. Pretty calculating.
”Ugh, please, forgive me,” she pleaded, her voice trembling.
”Hmm, your heart might just be a little black inside,” I teased.
Slipping under the futon, I tugged up the shirt she’d so carefully put back on, my fingers brushing her navel. What’s going on in that scheming mind of yours? Playfully, I darted my tongue against her skin. She squirmed, clearly uncomfortable.
That was Maggot-san—caught in her whirlwind of emotions. Alright, I feel better now.
”Maggot-san, show me your chest,” I said casually.
I wasn’t upset about her motives. Sure, she might have other agendas, but I didn’t feel the need to be on guard. People think all sorts of things, don’t they? That was my takeaway. More than anything, her care for me shone through, almost painfully clear. That was enough.
Okay, those are some impressive curves. I grinned. Time to snuggle up and drift off.
”You don’t ask anything, do you?” Maggot-san said, a touch of sadness in her voice. “Not about me, nor about the town’s affairs…”
She sounded wistful.
”I don’t have anything to ask,” I replied. “If a beautiful woman loves me, the rest feels… well, trivial, I guess.”
She was the only one among the Imperial Guards who’d supported my school attendance. I knew the Guards weren’t a monolith, despite rallying around me as their “Imperial Banner.” They came from different families, each with their own motives. But I trusted Maggot-san. Honestly, I wouldn’t even know what to ask.
Plus, she had a habit of steering conversations toward self-deprecation, like now. I’ll take her words with a grain of salt.
Her chest was warm, though. Nestling against it, I felt sleep tugging at me. A big yawn escaped my lips.
”They say you have a big heart,” she murmured. “To entrust your body to someone like me, a mere third daughter, and feel at ease so quickly… I never dared dream a man would place such unconditional trust in me.”
A soft, fuzzy sensation brushed my head. Her hand, gently stroking me, warm and tender.
Her voice was steady, almost flat. “So this is what it feels like to be human.”
The calm delivery hit me harder than any outburst could. Maybe that’s just how she is—when emotions run too deep, they come out looking like nothing at all.
”I’ll set aside talk of hell’s attendants,” she continued. “It seems I was born to make you happy, my lord.”
She’s always overthinking things. My simple affection had struck a chord with her, more than I’d expected. Oh well. Days like this will come again, and I’ll learn more about what’s on her mind.
”Yawn… yeah, let’s keep this up tomorrow, too,” I mumbled, closing my eyes.
Maggot-san’s arms were like a hot spring—warm, comforting, like sinking into a cloud of cotton candy. Older sisters are something else.
Oh, right—contraception. The thought flickered briefly. Nah, let’s not ruin this. One worry down, no need to dig up more. Humans could find endless things to fret over if they tried.
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