Chapter 17 The Second Time in the Wardrobe
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ow, ow, ow, OW!” I yelped, writhing. “I’m gonna die, I swear I’m gonna die!”
”Relax, you’re fine!” Vocal Slut-san chirped, her voice bright as ever. “Your body’s just thrilled to be growing!”
”No way, I just need to sleep it off!” I groaned.
”Oh, sure. If it hurts, just raise your hand, okay?”
”What’s the point of—?”
”Alright, now relax—deep breaths!” she sang.
”Ughhh!”
The next day, I was at the mercy of Vocal Slut-san’s hellish “organizing exercise.”
After yesterday, my body had completely given up on me. The nausea and headaches had eased by now, but when morning came and my nose started bleeding again, the Imperial Guards found me groaning on the floor. Their panic was something else. They even called a doctor, who confirmed it was just severe muscle pain. Until then, everyone was losing their minds.
Thankfully, the headaches faded quickly. I don’t remember much, but maybe Yukari-san’s aftercare had something to do with it.
Outside my room, the Imperial Guards were in the middle of a grim meeting. Sow-san was leading the discussion, and Trash-san—my refined, older-sister-type friend—looked especially pale, her face drawn with worry. The others were murmuring their concern for me, too. It made me feel oddly guilty, like I was intruding on their care.
”Could it be from hauling firewood yesterday?” someone ventured.
”I’m so sorry,” another voice cut in, heavy with regret. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have asked the Young Master to help so casually…”
”You let a guy do that kind of work?” a third voice snapped, incredulous. “Unbelievable!”
”No, it’s not just that,” another countered. “The mental strain from school must be a factor, too. This isn’t a single issue. I’m really worried about the Young Master’s frail health.”
”Yeah, his condition’s always been the real problem, hasn’t it?”
They were all gathered, peering at me with anxious eyes. I felt like I’d done something awful.
Still, they seemed convinced that helping Trash-san with the firewood was what knocked me out. Good. I’d dodged the truth. Lucky break. I mean, it’s not great to lie, but I hadn’t come up with a better excuse for my collapse, so it worked out.
”Here you go, Young Master!” Vocal Slut-san said, handing me a tray.
”Thanks,” I mumbled, already chewing.
Munch, munch.
I’d skipped school and was eating in bed. Today, I’d been stretching with Vocal Slut-san’s help while halfheartedly working on some theoretical studies. Honestly? Food tastes amazing when you’re slacking off.
Vocal Slut-san, my caretaker for the day, was a tall woman with long limbs that made her seem almost too graceful. When she handed me food, I felt like a tiny pet being fed. But talking to her was easy, like chatting with a friend—a ridiculously pretty friend. Sometimes, though, I got this weird sense she was younger than me, which was kind of a mystery.
”So, you’re the one nursing me, huh?” I said.
”Yup! Apparently, I’ve got the least… bad vibes? Or something? I don’t really get it!” she laughed.
”I think I do.”
Her endless energy was a bit much, especially since I wasn’t exactly in top shape. It was kind of… interfering. See, I couldn’t stop thinking about the wardrobe. It hadn’t moved an inch, but was Yukari-san still in there? I couldn’t check with people around, and the thought of someone opening it at random was driving me nuts.
What if they’d already gotten rid of her without telling me?
”Young Master?” Vocal Slut-san tilted her head. “You keep staring at that wardrobe. Something up?”
”Huh? No way, not at all,” I said, too quickly. “Do I look like I care?”
”Oh, totally!” she grinned.
I scrambled to change the subject, my suspicions bubbling over. “Hey, uh, Vocal Slut-san… can I, like, touch your chest?”
”Sure thing!” she said brightly.
I reached out, my hand brushing her curves. She didn’t flinch, not even a little.
”You really love women’s chests, don’t you, Young Master?” she teased, laughing warmly.
Evil, they say, is taking advantage of the innocent to satisfy your own desires. Well, I was perfectly fine with being evil if it meant this…!
I patted her chest lightly. *Pat, pat.*
”Haha, that tickles!” she giggled.
God, this was healing. Like some kind of animal therapy, but better.
* * *
Midnight. Finally, I was alone.
”Ow…” I muttered, dragging my aching body across the room to the antique wardrobe in the corner. It loomed there, silent and heavy, its solid doors radiating rejection. Not a hint of life stirred inside.
”Yukari-san, it’s me,” I whispered. “No one’s here. I’m opening it, okay?”
I pulled the wardrobe door open. There she was—a beautiful girl with twin tails, curled up in a fetal position.
Relief washed over me. “Thank god.”
But she wasn’t exactly okay. Her hair and clothes were a mess, tangled and disheveled. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, heavy with exhaustion. And something about her seemed off. She looked deep in thought, her expression serious.
Maybe it was about yesterday. She seemed like the serious type—probably felt guilty for “ruining” me. Or… maybe it didn’t feel good for her?
”What’s wrong?” I asked. “You look kinda down. Is it ’cause you’ve been stuck in here?”
”…Hey,” she said quietly.
”Yeah?”
”Why are you so close with the Imperial Guards? I’ve never seen a guy talk and interact with so many people in one day like that.”
Her question caught me off guard. Her face was clouded with anxiety, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.
She went on, her voice steady but intense. “And you… you’re so kind to me. You even… let me do that with you. I don’t understand why you’d treat me so well. I don’t deserve it.”
”I wasn’t trying to be kind,” I said, shrugging.
”Exactly!” she burst out. “That’s the thing. Maybe it’s not in our data, but… what if guys in other towns are like this? I know it’s a ridiculous hope, but it crossed my mind.”
So, yesterday was a reward for her, not some interrogation like I’d thought. Apparently, it was fine.
”You were screaming in pain, though,” I pointed out.
”Yeah…” she admitted, looking away.
”So, it was good?”
”Tch, that’s not the point right now!” she snapped, flustered. She cleared her throat, regaining her composure. “Ahem. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about you. Why are you so… considerate to women? If you don’t mind, I’d like you to explain it.”
I see. She’d been listening to my day from inside the wardrobe and had questions. It was true—most boys my age would shy away from women, avoiding their gazes and definitely steering clear of physical contact. Feeling those eyes on you? It’s enough to make any guy self-conscious at this age.
Yukari-san stared at me, her eyes intense and searching.
But being honest? That felt risky. She was part of a rival Imperial Guard, after all. If she spread word about me, or if her knowledge helped that annoying kid from the other region become some perfect guy and boost their power, I’d be pissed.
”I dunno,” I said, playing dumb. “Am I really that weird?”
”Weird… no, I wouldn’t call it that,” she said carefully. “I don’t want to. It’s just… different from our Dora-sama. No matter how much we serve him, he barely looks at us. It’s… complicated.”
”Okay, but sexual desire—ow!” I winced, my body reminding me it wasn’t fully healed.
”Hey, wait!” Yukari-san squeaked, her voice tight with panic. “Don’t come in here! I haven’t even wiped myself down properly!”
”It kinda smells in there…” I muttered.
The cramped wardrobe reeked like a high school clubroom after practice. Even a cute girl like Yukari-san, stuck in there for three days without a proper bath, was bound to carry the sharp tang of an exercise club.
”Scoot over a bit,” I said.
”I told you to stay out!” she huffed, her voice rising. “Why are you even in here?”
”What, we’re talking about personal space now?”
My frame was just small enough to squeeze into the wardrobe. Facing her like this, it felt like we were kids hiding out in a secret fort.
She was flustered, her hands flapping in front of her face.
Yup, this was my ideal distance with a girl. Strip away all the nonsense of common sense, and this is what you get—pure instinct.
I could tell my presence was a shock to her. No guy in her world would act like this.
I leaned in, my voice low and deliberate. “The guards say they’re proud of how I treat women, but it’s not about being kind. It’s just who I am. I do what I want.”
”That’s what kindness *is*!” she shot back, her cheeks flushing. “And—and why are you getting so close?”
”It’s just my style,” I said with a grin.
For now, my excuse to the outside world was “learning simulation.” Might as well see if it could smooth things over here, too. I didn’t owe her a serious answer. All I’d been thinking about all day was getting with this older-sister type one more time.
Sure, Yukari-san was a little rough around the edges, but she still had that fresh, girlish charm. I wanted her to stay in this wardrobe, my personal plaything, until she was worn out completely. Used up, torn through.
I’d figure out the consequences later.
”You’re cute, Yukari-san,” I said softly.
”Ah…!” Her voice trembled, her breath catching. “A boy’s warmth so close… it’s melting my brain…”
”Let’s do it again,” I said, already tugging at my Western-style clothes. “Hang on, I’m getting these off.”
As I pressed closer, Yukari-san seemed to dissolve, her breathing growing ragged.
”Sorry, everyone…” she murmured, almost to herself. “I can’t think straight… Why am I the only one getting this kind of treat…?”
I felt a twinge of pity. Her master treated her coldly, but that wasn’t something I could fix.
”There we go—naked,” I announced, tossing my clothes aside.
No need to keep staining my outfit. I’d learned my lesson.
Naked in the wardrobe, there’d be no noise, no mess. I was a genius, probably.
I mean, come on—Yukari-san was crouched there in just a white shirt and pants, her suit crumpled under her hips. How was I supposed to have a serious conversation with a girl in that state?
”Ah…!” she gasped, her eyes wide. “A boy’s… right in front of me. It smells so good… I’m dizzy…”
Like a moth to a flame, Yukari-san leaned toward my crotch, her big eyes spinning with a dazed gleam.
”Go ahead, touch it,” I said.
”R-really?” she stammered, her throat bobbing with a loud gulp.
The air in the tight space was thin, her tension and dehydration mixing with the sudden presence of a naked guy. From her perspective, this had to be wild.
Honestly, she looked half out of her mind. Her eyes were bloodshot, almost feral, and it was a little scary.
”You’re sure it’s okay?” she pressed, her voice shaky. “You’re not gonna flip out just for looking? Or call me filthy and donate all our hard-earned money to some weird men’s rights group?”
”Nah, I won’t,” I said. “Just do whatever you want. Don’t think too hard.”
What kind of awful place had she been working in?
”Thank you…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I just… I can’t anymore! I’m done holding back! We worked so hard, and I couldn’t even get a handshake! So what if I get something good for once?”
She sounded like an overworked salaryman justifying a shady business deal.
Yukari-san reached out and slowly closed the wardrobe door.
*Creak. Click. Thud.*
The world dimmed, the only light slipping through the narrow slits in the door. It felt like she was locking me in with her.
Her hot breath grazed my groin. In the faint glow, her face was rapturous, like a lovestruck girl studying something precious.
”Uh, Yukari-san?” I said, uneasy. “Why are you just… staring?”
”Oh…” she breathed, her voice dreamy. “If every guy in the world was like you, Kujukuri boy… Your little sac… it’s so cute, so perfect…”
Her slender fingers poked at my balls, each touch making me twitch.
”They’re kinda firm,” she murmured. “All wrinkled, like a brain…”
”Not too hard, okay?” I said, wincing. “They’re sensitive.”
”Hehe, got it,” she said, her voice soft. “They feel… kinda springy.”
Her face was so close to my crotch I could feel her breath. She cradled my balls, rubbing them together like she was washing seashells, kneading gently but firmly.
She kept at it, focused, for minutes.
”They’re getting bigger,” she said, her tone almost childlike with wonder.
It felt good. Visually, it was intense.
She pressed her nose to the tip, inhaling deeply, then flicked her tongue at the slit.
”Mmm… happiness,” she sighed. “This is way better than the time I got high off lab chemicals.”
”You’re tripping on a kid’s dick…” I muttered.
*”Mmph!”*
Whoa. She’d just taken me into her mouth. But it wasn’t exactly skillful or mind-blowing. More like she was savoring it, licking carefully, testing the taste. Like I was a piece of candy she was chewing on.
”Pah,” she said, pulling back. “The smell fades when it’s in my mouth.”
”What are you even doing?” I asked.
”Just one favor,” she said, her voice pleading. “Can I… make you finish like this?”
”Uh, sure,” I said, nodding.
She had this researcher vibe, all serious but with those wild, bloodshot eyes gleaming with joy. I gave in to her intensity.
Yukari-san went back to it, her hand stroking the shaft while her mouth worked.
”Yeah, that’s good,” I said. “Keep that pace.”
At first, her movements were clumsy, but she found a rhythm. Her face was that of a beautiful older sister, but her disheveled look—tattered clothes, practically naked—made her seem like she’d been through something rough. She sucked desperately, the wet sounds echoing in the tight space. The faint light from the door’s slits lit up her lascivious expression.
I was rock-hard, already close. The forbidden vibe was too much.
”I’m gonna come,” I warned. “Sorry, it’s happening now.”
”Wait, don’t waste—!”
Then it went wrong.
Yukari-san pulled her mouth away, maybe wanting to drag it out. But I was desperate for release, so I grabbed her head. My aim was off, my hips misaligned.
The tip of my dick pressed right against her nostril, sliding up perfectly.
*Spurt, spurt!*
My semen shot into her nose with a wet sound.
”Sorry!” I gasped. “It just… I couldn’t stop!”
The tightness of her nostril felt *good*. My size was small enough that, with a bit of force, half the head slipped in.
*Spurt, spurt.* My cum kept going, flooding her nose.
”Oh no, what do I do?!” she yelped, voice muffled.
I couldn’t stop, my body emptying into her. Her nasal passages were soaked, her head’s empty spaces filling with my seed.
I wondered what kind of messy face she was making now.
”Ngh, ngh,” she groaned.
Finally, I finished. As I caught my breath, worried, Yukari-san’s head twitched, jerking a few times.
”Nn… ngh, ngh, *hic*,” she whimpered.
Yukari-san’s throat worked, gulping again and again. Each time, her whole body seemed to shudder, savoring something intense.
Was she… swallowing the semen through her nose?
”This is… fascinating,” she murmured, her voice thick with wonder. “The scent, the texture—it’s like I’m tasting it with my whole body.”
”You okay?” I asked, wincing. “Sorry for the surprise.”
”It’s fine,” she said, her eyes glinting. “It ended up being the best experience.”
Yukari-san leaned back against the wardrobe’s wall, tilting her head to the ceiling. Her tongue traced her lips, and she let out a deep, satisfied sigh.
Between her sprawled legs, her underwear was visibly soaked.
”God… is it okay to feel this happy?” she whispered. “I feel so guilty for everyone in Inuboutown. To think a boy would let me do this…”
”Hey, I’m having fun too,” I said, shrugging.
She turned to look at me. Tears clung to the corners of her eyes, probably from the stuff in her nose. Her lips were sticky, and the sharp scent of semen wafted from her face. What a mess I’d made. Kissing her was definitely off the table. A guy can’t say much in moments like this—especially when she’s gazing at me with that soft, almost loving expression, despite the state she’s in.
I shifted away, pressing my back against the opposite wall of the wardrobe. No words, just the muffled sound of our breathing echoing in the tight space. Somehow, we were both fulfilled, caught in this strange, silent harmony.
I’m not sure who felt it first. My excitement was creeping back, a slow burn. Glancing at her, I saw her hand drift toward her crotch, then pull back, shy and hesitant.
”Wanna go again?” I asked, meeting her eyes. “This time, I’ll do it properly—inside, all the way.”
My erection was already stirring.
Her wet, waiting entrance seemed to beckon me. Yukari-san’s eyes widened in shock.
”How does someone grow up to be so… kind?” she said softly.
Her gaze held concern, searching my face.
”But are you sure?” she pressed. “Won’t it make you sick again? Making a guy finish day after day…”
”I’m fine,” I said with a grin. “This is normal for me.”
Her eyes widened again, surprised.
Guys in this world recharge about as often as I do, but the adulthood breeding duties are only once or twice a month. To someone out of the loop like her, it must seem wild.
”I’m worried,” she admitted, her voice small. “I know it might sound convenient coming from me, but… hearing you suffer with that fever from in here, it hurt me. I know it’s selfish.”
Her sad expression made my dick twitch harder. Harsh, maybe, but that look was just fuel to me. I just wanted to get on with it.
”Don’t worry about me,” she continued. “What you’ve already given me… it’s enough to live on forever. Even if your Imperial Guards find me tomorrow, I won’t regret it. Well… I don’t think I will.”
”Don’t get all dramatic,” I said, cutting her off. “I’m doing this because I want to. So, we good?”
”You’re not… pushing yourself to help me, are you?” she asked, hesitant.
Her face lit up with joy as she saw my full erection.
”Take off your shorts,” I said. “Then turn around—it’s tight in here.”
Her breathing was heavy. She’d clearly been holding back, too. With a resigned sigh, she gave in.
In the cramped space, she fumbled awkwardly, peeling off her soaked shorts and hanging them on a wardrobe hook. The sharp, feminine scent of her arousal filled the air, inescapable in such close quarters.
I waited, restless, as she got ready. Kneeling, she turned, pressing her upper body against the wardrobe wall, her hips angled toward me.
”Here I go,” I said.
”Please,” she whispered.
I gripped her slim waist and slowly guided my cock into her.
Her entrance was just below the curve of her ass, soft and welcoming. My shaft sank in smoothly.
”Nn… ahh…” Her soft, cute moans filled the air.
There wasn’t much resistance—just enough to hug the tip, her inner folds wrapping tightly around my shaft.
”Ah… ahh…”
I reached her deepest point and ran a hand over her ass. It was firm, smooth, round like the moon. *Sorry for the roughness yesterday,* I thought, feeling a bit like a bad boyfriend.
Her pale back stretched out before me, marked with faint scratches and red patches from yesterday’s chaos and rubbing against the wardrobe.
With my other hand, I tugged her tied-up hair, turning her face halfway toward me.
”I’m gonna move,” I said. “Honestly, I’m already close—it feels so good. Oh, and you were worried earlier, but your pussy’s amazing, Yukari-san. Don’t ever doubt that.”
Abusive types can be sweet sometimes, can’t they? She glanced at me sideways, her smile resigned but warm.
”I’d never betray my master,” she said softly, “but I think… even if you killed me, I wouldn’t haunt you.”
I started moving, slow at first.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed in the tight wardrobe. It shook with each thrust—outside, it probably looked like a poltergeist was at work.
”Ah… ahh… I’m sorry, everyone in Inuboutown,” Yukari-san gasped. “I’m not a double agent, I swear—it’s just… I couldn’t help it. Ahh… it feels so good…!”
”Yukari-san!” I grunted, my breaths heavy.
The vibrations grew stronger. My hips slammed faster against her ass. I wasn’t that strong, but she met me eagerly, moving with me.
Our bodies seemed to melt together, her pussy blending with my cock. Muscle pain? Long gone from my mind. The wood scraped my knees, the pain sharp, but Yukari-san kept driving her hips back, slamming her ass against me. Each collision drowned the pain in pleasure, until the two sensations fused.
”I’m… I’m gonna come…” she gasped. “It’s happening again…!”
”Me too,” I groaned. “I’m at my limit, Yukari-san… you feel so good!”
”Ahh… Mother, I’m… I’m getting fucked by a boy for the second time!” she cried. “All that hard work… it was worth it…!”
”Yukari-san, Yukari-san!”
I yanked her hair, tilting her head back.
*Slap.*
*Slap.*
*Slap.*
The obscene sound of our bodies colliding filled the wardrobe. Her moans grew wilder, higher. I thrust frantically, lost in it. My head was blank, overwhelmed by how good it felt.
”Ahh… Mother, it feels so good…!” Yukari-san sobbed. “I’m so happy… I’m glad I’m alive…!”
Her voice broke into a high-pitched wail. I matched her, driving as deep as I could, unloading inside her.
My cock pulsed, *throb, throb*, flooding her womb with my seed.
A wet *splat* as it spilled out.
*Schlick, schlick, splurt…*
Thick, viscous fluid shot from the tip, again and again.
A white, indescribable pleasure spread through my lower body. I could feel it—my sticky cum coating her insides, violating every inch of her pussy’s walls.
”Fuck… so good,” I groaned.
”It’s… inside me,” she whispered, trembling. “I can feel it… thank you. I’m so happy…”
She gently stroked her stomach, then slumped against the wall, exhausted.
I was done. I squeezed out every last drop, pressing the tip against her folds, rubbing my semen into her pussy until nothing remained.
”Goddamn, that was amazing,” I panted. “The best.”
”Ugh… so happy…” she mumbled, her voice faint.
I slid my cock out of Yukari-san, her lips clinging to it reluctantly, tugging at the sensitive tip in a way that felt *so good*. Gripping the base, I squeezed out the last drops, like wringing the final bit of mayo from a tube, rubbing it against her folds.
A slow trickle of cloudy white fluid dripped from her entrance.
I stared at it, dazed. Our heavy breathing echoed loudly in the cramped wardrobe, filling the space.
”Ah… nn… still feels good…” Yukari-san murmured, trembling as she came again, semen still leaking from her.
”Oh… ahh… nn… sorry, everyone…”
My heart was pounding. Even in the post-climax haze, a quiet euphoria wrapped around me. Maybe it was the thrill of doing it in such a forbidden place. I felt like I’d won something rare.
I waited, catching my breath. Five minutes passed, maybe. The ache in my body crept back, and the air grew stifling. I pushed open the wardrobe door.
”Water and rations are on the desk,” I said. “I’m heading out first, okay?”
”Mm,” she replied softly.
Her eyes, watching me, were impossibly gentle. Satisfied, I grabbed the pitcher from the desk, poured a glass of water, and chugged it down. It was like coming back to life. That wardrobe was a sauna—how the hell did we manage in there?
I coughed, having gulped too fast, and Yukari-san let out a small laugh from inside the wardrobe.
Notes:
• Yukari – Dora’s imperial guard, the one who hide in MC’s wardrobe. Twintail.
• Dora – Antagonistic, older-looking male student with short hair, from an unnamed rural town.
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