Chapter 27 - 【Side Story】Mizuki's Secret and Two Young Lords (Mizuki ⭐︎)
This is a Mizuki POV episode leading into chapters 25 and 26 of her arc at the Misummer Festival. □□□□□□～□□□□□□ is Mizuki's take on chapters 25-26. It's a bit long, but separating it feels awkward, so I'm posting it as one chapter. It's okay if you skip it, but see it as a "nice to have."
I have two young lords. Of course, this is just in my imagination.
I don’t actually remember how I started touching myself. Something must have happened, but I realized one day that I’d developed a habit of rubbing myself against things. It felt similar to scratching an itch. This act first felt wrong the day of the plum rain during elementary school. I had plans to go out and play with Dad, but the rain cancelled it. I was trying to tease him to play with me since he was busy playing video games. I hugged him where he sat on the sofa, rubbing my crotch against his thigh. Mom saw it and scolded me like crazy. That's when I learned it was wrong. But I didn't understand why.
By the time I was in upper grades, I started using my fingers. I'm not sure exactly how old I was—probably around fifth grade. The trigger was a video I found in Dad's phone browser history. Back then, whenever I had questions, I’d borrow Dad’s phone to search online. After a few searches, I got curious about the previous browsing history and clicked the back button. It was slow, so I mashed it, and a video started playing. What I saw was a naked woman pleasuring herself. I watched the five-minute video to the end. But all I felt then was disgusted. I didn’t come to hate Dad or anything. We still took baths together, my mom worked a lot on weekends, and Dad took me on treks and camping trips, which were fun. When I got my period, Dad helped me and researched online while I frantically searched. I obviously could rely on him, so I loved him. By the way, Mom was the one who started telling me I shouldn’t take baths with him. Not that I blame her; it was just in case. I love my mom too. I miss her.
Anyway, back to the story—it was summer break. I was constantly thinking about the video, torn between disgust and curiosity. Eventually, curiosity won. When I touched my clitoris with my finger, all I thought was that it was squishy. Here’s where I should’ve stopped. Days later, I was fooling around when I felt it swelling and a tide of sensation washed over me. That's when I started doing it every day during summer break. I was too scared to put my finger inside, but I’d touch the entrance with my fingers and use the leaking fluids to stimulate my clitoris. I was always too scared to go all the way, stopping right before the big wave. That was enough for me.
"I'm weird," "This is definitely abnormal"—I kept thinking that. But who could I talk to? The only person I could think of was Mom, but I knew she'd be angry. I didn't want to be angry with her, but I needed to know why it was wrong, how to stop, and what to do. I had no choice but to hide it. I poured myself into studying to maintain some balance. I was always near the top of my class from middle school to high school, and I even became the student council secretary in eighth grade. I also worked hard in swim club but never made it past the regional competition.
I sometimes went days without touching myself. It depended on my mood. I tried to stop many times, but I couldn't resist. When I learned about sex and realized what it meant, my first "young lord" appeared. He was much older—probably around Dad’s age or even older. A tired, unassuming man who hid in society. He forced himself on me against my will. Of course, this was all in my imagination. As my sexual knowledge improved, my second "young lord" appeared—a handsome, wholesome otherworld prince. I imagined doing sweet and nasty things with him. Since this just made me feel like I was breaking down, I created the second young lord. He’s a transfer student, tall and lean with black hair, sunglasses, and black clothes—the leader of the group that attacked the church. Actually, my princes were more than just two. Others faded and merged with my second prince. So that prince's personality and appearance shifted depending on the time. I disliked the prototype of the handsome prince. I couldn't create a clear image of my preferences. I thought I'd know when I liked someone in real life.
"I'm weird," "This is definitely abnormal"—I kept thinking it. I wondered what everyone else was doing. But even if I asked, their answers would be vague or lies. I'd never tell the truth either. It's not like I could say this.
One thing I decided: even though I'm like this, I'd marry the first person I kissed and live happily ever after. I vowed to protect that above all else.
I entered high school. It was a prestigious school with a high advancement rate to national universities, and it was my first time commuting by train. I didn't have any dreams for the future. Marrying someone sounded like a joke. One of my seniors from swim club had a similar commute, and we started spending time together. I went on what felt like a date around Golden Week his senior year. Everyone probably thought we'd hook up, and I had some hopes too, but I didn't develop feelings for him. My partners remained my two young lords. Maybe my feelings just needed more time to develop. Or, if I'd stopped touching myself, could I have progressed into a normal romance? This was when I hated myself the most for not being able to stop. That's when something happened on the train ride home. I noticed something was wrong with another girl in the same uniform. She was hiding it with her bag, but I saw she was being groped. I was sure it was sexual harassment, so I went over to help. And there was my first "young lord."
His real name is unknown. He called himself Mash. It was completely my mistake, but when I caught the groper, he was just a guy who vaguely resembled my prince. He forced a kiss on me. It was all my fault. But seriously. Ever since coming to this world, for a second, he looked exactly like my dad to me, which didn’t make sense. It was then that I realized the features of my second prince were finally defined.
No way. I'm just rewriting my memories based on my current mood. Let's end this fantasy here. The groper was just a misunderstanding, and I acted like it was happening because I didn’t want him to get close. But I was strongly drawn to him. He protected me from the goblin attack. Before I knew it, I was wearing the magic stone he got as a necklace, choosing his clothes, giving him my uniform, and even offering my underwear as a charm. My second prince was sealed. My first prince took on both roles.
No, Mash is possessing my first prince. Mash isn’t a prince. And the prince isn’t Mash. I have to make this clear, or things will get really bad. Things are already really bad.
He was keeping a dog-eared slave girl with him. She was a cute girl, completely different from me. Only four days in this world. For some reason, it hurt me. I was told the dog-eared girl was named Fam. I’d be interacting with her a lot from now on. Mash didn’t care and was absent-minded, but Fam desperately tried to keep the closest distance. Her persistence was innocent and cute. By closeness, I’m not just talking about physical distance. But I was glad. Maybe I could keep my distance from him.
Even though I thought that, the next thing I knew, I was in his party. I didn’t have to be on my guard, and it felt comfortable. But I still hated his perverted behavior. He was surprisingly good at communicating with the people of this world and had connections, unlike my hermit prince. That was a big difference between me, who mostly talked to the "Wind Blade" members. Especially since I didn’t get along with Reed, my only option was to leave after winning a duel. Mash helped with that.
Mash looked like my prince, but he was a reliable adult on the other hand.
And then night came.
□□□□□□ After the duel, in my imagination, I was touched however my "prince" wanted it. I'd been doing this almost every day since coming to this world. I hadn't realized that the lock on my door was open and I had intruded.
I was lying on my back, touching my clitoris and shallow parts of my vagina as usual. I was wearing a plain white T-shirt and light blue and white polka-dot pajama pants. I slipped both hands under them and was moving them. I was even more wet than usual. Mash and my prince were overlapping in my mind from this afternoon. He had protected me again.
"Mhm... ungh... mmm..."
I usually didn't make sounds, but I couldn't help it today. I closed my eyes tightly and focused on my fantasies. Completely absorbed in what I was doing. One of my breasts was pinched. It felt like the palm was savoring my texture.
"Ahn!"
Another sound escaped. I was even more excited than usual. My nipple was pinched. It was already hard from my earlier excitement.
"Mmm!"
It felt so good. This was different than doing it myself. I couldn't stop my voice, even though I didn't want anyone to hear. The tongue and fingers relentlessly assaulted me. Unlike my usual self, I couldn't stop where I should have. I was brought to an unknown territory.
"Mash, I'm going to come, I'm going to come, so stop, ah, ah, ah, I'm co— Ahh!"
I came easily. It was a new sensation. It felt incredibly good. Mash led my body to pleasure like it was a toy. My body was controlled by the pleasure, I couldn't move. I was watching Mash take off his clothes. His penis was placed against my vaginal opening. I should be resisting considering I was being assaulted but my body forgave everything. I couldn’t believe my body.
"Mash, have me take birth control."
Fam offered me the medicine. I didn't want Mash's child, so I reached out.
"Once you take that, it's considered consensual."
This man wants to control me and make me do what he wants. I pulled my hand back.
"Mash, it might sound stupid, but I decided when I was a kid that I'd marry the first person I ever kissed. But when I came to this world, you forced yourself on me, so at least I want to dedicate my body to the person I'll marry."
"Is there someone?"
"No, but..."
The swim club senior flashed through my mind. But the man in front of me taught me that was wrong.
"Then I'm not a problem here, right?"
As soon as he said that, Mash’s thing entered my vagina. It probably went in smoothly because I was soaked. It felt good for a second.
"Ugh, d-did you already put it in?"
"Just the tip. Why weren't you resisting earlier?"
"My brain is trying to resist, but my body isn't listening..."
My body was trying to obey him more than me. Annoying. I wanted it to move. I wanted to stay a girl a little longer. I wanted to meet someone I liked. Fall in love. But it's my fault for creating the prince in my mind and teaching my body to do this. Tears welled up. Mash wiped them with his fingers.
"Then give up. I'll put it all the way in until the end."
"...Mash, just not that..."
After being entered, I didn't want my relationship with Mash and the people around him to fall apart. But even if they stopped me, I had to leave him to protect myself. While thinking about that, Mash entered my vagina. I clenched my vagina as hard as I could to resist. But something burst, and after that, it went in all the way.
"Auuuuu!"
It felt like a hot iron bar was being put in my stomach.
"M, Mash, did it really go in? I, it hurts..."
"It's in. It feels so good. This is the best kind of tightness. Mizuki, you're also an amazing work of art down there."
"Augh, I don't like that!"
Why compliment my vagina? Mash's thing was being pulled out of me, my vaginal folds resisting the separation.
And then, it was all the way back inside me again.
"Aguh..."
My waist was being pounded over and over again. The palm of Mash's hand touched my body. He stroked my hair, stroked my cheek, neck, breasts, and waist. He fondled me and still I felt happy, I wanted him to touch me more.
"Mizuki, it’s the best."
I was hugged. I also wrapped my arms around Mash's back. It was my first time. A warm and large back. To my surprise, my body was moving in sync with Mash’s rhythm of his waist. His face approached. It's my "prince."
"Mash... ungh... ungh... ungh..."
Breath or, rather, groan escaped. I didn't want to be heard that close.
"Mizuki, are you forgetting that you're being assaulted?"
"I'm... I'm going to start hating myself. This is... I don't want it..."
My earlobes were nibbled. The tip of his tongue also entered my ear. Every time, my body reacted automatically. My neck was licked, my armpits were licked.
"Mizuki, do you take care of this yourself?"
"It was originally like fuzz, but it disappeared with the hair down there..."
I ended up answering. Mash's movements were getting faster. I could tell that the end was near.
"It’s time to go home soon."
My chest was fondled, and my nipples were sucked. I leaked girlish voices. I wanted him to stop. But I also wanted to be touched forever. It felt so good but it’s possible I’d never want him.
"Almost ready to cum."
"Hey... No way. I'll get pregnant."
I knew he was about to end soon. But I couldn't let him come inside me. Mash sped up his waist movements.
"Mizuki, softened up lately haven't you?"
"Sickening."
"You're ready, Mitzuki."
My fluids that were on his fingers was smeared on my cheeks. Mash’s thing re-entered me. It was easier than the first time.
"Ahhh!"
The piston movement started immediately.
"Aungh, Aungh, Aungh, Aungh..."
Voice leaked. Mash caressed my butt. I was being watched by my butt. It's too embarrassing. To pull, I felt that the butt hole was about to open, so I had to put strength and tighten it.
"Mizuki, you really are beautiful..."
I was told about the feelings of my butt hole. I wanted to be spared. But I wanted him to caress me more. I wanted him to watch me.
"Aaugh, Aungh, Aungh, Aungh..."
I can't stop moaning. I was under their mercy. I saw Fam. She was slipping one hand into her crotch. She was looking at Mash.
"Fam..."
Mash called out and Fam approached.
"Master... Ngu, ngu..."
I couldn't see it in this position, but it seemed like the two were kissing. I could hear the sound of exchanging saliva.
"Hey, that's not fair!"
I blurted out.
"My bad, I'll focus on you. I'm about to cum."
I was grabbed by the butt, and my hip movements were accelerated. It was making a patsu patsu sound.
"Don't inside my vagina."
"I came earlier so it's the same now. I'll put it deepest and teach it that you are mine."
It was not the same. I wonder if Mash really wants me pregnant.
"I'm cumming."
Mash's thing was vibrating inside my vagina again.
"Ahhhhh!"
I knew that my semen was repeatedly pulsing and poured into my stomach. I had no choice but to accept it.
I was treated roughly like a tool. Annoying. But I felt it. I was completely watched and my whole body was touched. Annoying. But I wanted him to caress me more. I wanted him to watch me.
My first time was stolen from me. Annoying. But happy.
It was released inside my vagina. It was disgusting. But it felt so good that my head was blank. The sensation of being released in my stomach carried a pleasant and happy feeling. I might have had a baby. I'm scared. But if it's Mash, it's fine. I'm angry at Mash for doing such things.
While I was spacing out, he leaned over me. And then, he started snoring. □□□□□□
Fam peeled Mash off me and pulled him to the center of the bed. I thought he would wake up, but he kept sleeping. Fam patted the futon next to him. I seemed to be able to sleep there. I thought I should go back to my room, but it was too much trouble.
"Mizuki, are you okay?"
"...Yeah. Fam, was this really okay?"
"Master seemed to like Mizuki." Was that really true? Could I believe it?
"What I want to know is how Fam feels."
"..."
Fam fell silent. It was a silly question. Of course she doesn't want it. But I can't stop Mash. Because I really like him. I shifted slightly and she put a blanket over me. I thought I should say something else, but after seeing such a spectacle, I didn't know what to say. It seems Fam felt the same, but she hesitated.
"Good night, Mizuki."
"Yeah, good night, Fam."
Fam seemed to be sleeping next to Mash on the opposite side. The lamp was turned off.
My head was a mess. Tears came out. I did things with someone I didn't like. It's no good. I will tell the truth. I had always been interested in Mash. I had always been attracted to him. Feelings that I couldn't get from other men. Mash is probably the person I like. But will he continue to treat me like an object? That's what makes me anxious. I want to stay in this party from tomorrow onwards. If I act as usual, can I keep things as they were? More than that, will Fam forgive me? I'll try asking for a favor. I don't want to think about what happens if she refuses. I suddenly touched my crotch. Some pain remained. What mixed with semen and love juice dripped. I tried to scoop it up and observe it, but it was too dark and I couldn't see anything. There was a unique indescribable smell. I hesitated a considerable amount of time about whether to taste it or not.
"Guh, it's disgusting. It also tastes like blood."
I did something stupid. I wanted to drink water, but there was nothing I could do. If I had continued being an adventurer until I could use basic magic, things might have been different.
The next morning, I kissed Mash. It was just a light greeting kiss where the lips touched, but it was the first kiss I did with my own volition.
I leaned over, and then he pressed his lips down.
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