Chapter 370 The Prince-Like Viscountess
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I thought I was just showing Viscount Nixfen and his daughter, Ray, around the workshop and warehouse. Instead, I found myself on the receiving end of a sudden plea: “Please, take care of my daughter.”
I tried to scramble for an excuse, insisting we didn’t have that kind of relationship, but the sheer weight of Mr. Tail’s resolve pressed down on me. He looked like a man who had finally made up his mind, and I couldn’t find the words to push back.
”Ah… ahaha. Sorry, Lord Harvest,” Ray said, her face flushing. “My father… he just gets ahead of himself sometimes.”
”No, it’s my fault too,” I replied. “I should have shut it down immediately.”
Mr. Tail didn’t give us much choice. He turned to his daughter and told her flatly, “I’m heading back to the inn. Don’t you dare follow me.” With that, he left us alone in the workshop. Ray had tried her best to correct his misunderstanding, but he wouldn’t hear a word of it.
”Well, luckily there’s a bed here,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to stay the night. I’ll explain everything to Lord Tail properly tomorrow.”
”Right… thank you,” Ray muttered. “But, about that…”
I turned to her, wondering if I had any food left or if I should just give her some pocket money, but she was fidgeting nervously. I’m not some dense protagonist; when a girl acts like that, I can usually take a hint.
”Um, Lord Harvest. Would you… would you please accept this?”
She pulled a single sheet of paper from her luggage. For a split second, my mind flashed back to my old world and I imagined a marriage registration. But that didn’t make sense – she had just been denying our relationship to her father. Besides, noble marriages involved a lot more than one piece of paper. That would be way too heavy, way too fast.
I took the paper from her with trembling fingers. It was her resume ¹ – the one she’d used to apply for “Project Harvest.” I blinked, staring at it in shock.
”Ray, why do you have this?”
”Well, along with your letter, I got messages from Her Majesty the Queen and Miss Lily,” she explained quietly. “They said if I was serious about the business negotiations, I should submit this officially.”
So that’s what Lily meant by “four more people.” Ray was one of them. I felt a headache coming on as I realized Lily and the Queen had set this up perfectly. No wonder they took so long to send my letter to her.
”A-Ah! You don’t have to overthink it!” Ray shouted, her face turning crimson. “I’m not… I’m not demanding you take responsibility or anything!”
She was clearly panicking, but it was too late for that. Lily and the Queen knew exactly what they were doing, and after Mr. Tail’s “request,” I couldn’t just ignore it. Personally, I wasn’t the type to half-measure things. If I was going to lay a hand on her, I was going to take the whole burden.
Honestly, she was terrible at seducing people. If she really wanted to play it cool, she shouldn’t have denied the relationship earlier or been so blunt now. A smarter woman would have invited me to dinner, gotten me some wine, and then made her move. Ray just wasn’t built that way.
She looked like she was about to burst into a cold sweat, standing there all flustered. I looked back down at the resume, specifically the “Reason for Applying” section.
”You said you wanted to help because I’ve looked after your family?”
”Yes,” she said, nodding. “We survived the Stampede because of you. Our sales only recovered because of your help.”
Technically, I was the reason their sales slumped in the first place, but she didn’t seem to care. She was too kind for her own good.
”And… you’re hoping this leads to a ‘better relationship’ in the future?”
”Not in a weird way!” she squeaked. “I mean, I’m not saying I don’t want a little favoritism, but…”
I wished she’d stop being so honest. I tucked the resume away and stepped toward her. She flinched slightly, her eyes wavering, but she didn’t back down.
”Do you actually understand what you’re signing up for?”
”What?”
”Being a collaborator for the ‘experiments’ means you’ll be taking my company’s aphrodisiacs and using your magic circuits. I’m going to be observing you – intimately. I’ll be checking every inch of your… condition. You understand?”
”Hyah!”
I closed the distance and pressed my index finger against her lower abdomen. It was firm – were those abs? In my old world, this would be a s*xual harassment lawsuit. Here, it might have called the guards. But Ray didn’t run.
Instead, after her little cry, I felt her muscles go soft. She actually stepped forward, letting my finger sink into the soft flesh of her belly. She looked down, hiding her face.
”Ray…?”
”…Does that mean,” she whispered, “…that I’ll have ‘terrible things’ done to me? Like Aerith that day?”
She was talking about the day we met in the red-light district. That day, I had tested the “Help Stick” ² on my wolf-girl companion, Aerith, right in front of Ray. It had been so intense that Ray had ended up bedridden with a fever the next day.
Looking back, I really did go overboard. But I needed her to understand the products, like the “Help Cord” ³. I’d had no choice but to have her teach me how to wrap the cord – specifically, how to wrap it around my own member. That “artistic” technique had eventually led to our collaboration.
The memory of her wrapping the cord around me flashed through my mind. She seemed to sense exactly what I was thinking.
”Aerith… she couldn’t move,” Ray murmured. “You used that stick to stir her up so much inside.”
”I… I might have gotten a little carried away,” I admitted.
”She kept coming and coming, but you wouldn’t let her stop. I thought it was a horrible thing to do.”
Her voice didn’t sound like she thought it was “horrible” anymore. She leaned into me, pressing her stomach against my finger.
”And then, just when I thought it was over… she had to deal with you.”
”Ray?”
”Aerith… she looked very happy…”
There was no space left between us now. She was pushing back against my hand. Her chest, bound flat by her sarashi ⁴, pressed against me.
”Lord Harvest… do you understand?” she asked, finally meeting my eyes. Her gaze was thick with raw, heavy lust. The “Prince” was gone; she was just a woman in heat. “That line you just used… that was a killer move. I’m a woman, too, you know.”
The distance vanished. We were pressed together, chest to chest, hip to hip. I could smell her – a mix of sweet perfume and the salt of her sweat. I could feel her heat radiating through her clothes.
She realized I wasn’t pulling away and wrapped her arms around my neck. When our lips met, it wasn’t a soft, polite kiss. It was a wet, full-throttle collision.
She lifted a leg, hooking it around my waist and putting all her weight on me. It was so bold, so unlike her usual self, that I was momentarily stunned. But my body took over. I gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me as I tangled my tongue with hers. To hell with it. I couldn’t turn down an invitation this desperate.
”I’ve dreamed about it every night since then,” she gasped, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. Her voice was airy and light. “It got worse when I went back to my lands. I kept dreaming that it was me instead of Aerith.”
She hugged me tight, whispering into my ear.
”I’m in your hands now… Lord Harvest…♡”
I had lost. Completely.
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Summary:
Viscount Nixfen effectively pushes his daughter Ray onto Harvest by leaving them alone in his workshop overnight. Ray reveals she has a formal resume prepared to join Harvest’s project, spurred on by Lily and the Queen. The tension culminates in Ray confessing her long-held lust and the two engaging in a passionate encounter.
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Trivia:
- Ray’s ‘Prince’ persona is a social mask that hides a very submissive, heat-filled desire.
- The ‘Help Cord’ incident in the past involved Ray teaching Harvest a specific technique on his own body.
- Lily and the Queen are actively ‘managing’ Harvest’s harem by sending him specific women.
- Ray’s previous fever was actually a physiological reaction to witnessing Harvest’s s*xual intensity with Aerith
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Character Insight:
Ray transitions from a stoic, noble ‘Prince’ archetype to a woman who admits to being haunted by voyeuristic fantasies. Harvest moves from a defensive, business-first mindset to accepting the ‘burden’ of Ray’s feelings once he realizes her sincerity.
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Behind the Scenes:
The term ‘Prince-type’ (Ouji-sama-kei) refers to the classic trope of a handsome, gallant woman popular in shoujo and light novels.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Nixfen – A viscount aristocrat who has started manufacturing and selling adult goods similar to Kento’s products in the Royal Capital’s pleasure district. He is described as a ‘pretty boy’ or ‘gentle-looking man’ (yasao) but is a territory-holding noble likely trained in combat.
• Ray – A Viscount with flaxen-gold hair in a men’s wolf cut. Possesses a sweet mask and a prince-like aura. It is revealed at the end that Ray is actually a woman. She has started manufacturing and selling adult goods similar to Kento’s products in the Royal Capital’s pleasure district.
• Tail – Former Viscount Nixfen and Ray’s father. A master craftsman with rugged, calloused, and scarred hands. Stern expression, socially awkward, and proud of his family’s ‘specialized’ trade.
• Lily – the sl*ve and primary experiment subject for the magic shop, ‘Harvest.’ She has striking pink hair, Blue eyes, medium breasts, which the Protagonist associates with being ‘wanton’. She has a working knowledge of magic, which she kept hidden from the slave trader.
• Aerith – A wolf beast-person and Ouka’s daughter. She is intensely attracted to Kento’s creative genius and is not shy about showing her interest. Have gray fur hair and tail, wearing elegant dress.
• Slop – Leader of the hound-kin pack; Laika’s father. Has orange hair and fluffy tail.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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