Ch. 231 Ianne, Leon (2) R19
by AfuhfuihgsChapter 231: Ianne, Leon (2) R19
Content Warning
Contains Sexual Content
Translator Note
So, first and foremost sexual content warning however… this also comes with a Dubious Consent warning I think is the best fit? It’s uh… not great to be honest what goes down but well idk… if this ruins the story for you I would totally get it but I want to be upfront about the content so that everyone who is reading is comfortable as we get into it.
So first and foremost, there is no true Non-Con in this chapter.
Secondly, if there not being clear consent is something that bothers you then I would skip this chapter.
Third, again I think the most accurate tag I can give this chapter would be Dubious Consent, we as readers have more information than others and some actions taken in this chapter are very VERY iffy so again, read at your discretion.
I may be overblowing/overreacting/being too careful but, I really want everyone to have as comfortable and nice a time reading as possible so I felt that going overboard was better than not doing enough?? I guess?? I don’t know.
“From now on… I’m going to make it a fait accompli.”
A statement so absurd it made him doubt his ears.
What? Make what?
A “fait accompli”? What fact? What exactly are you trying to make happen?
As he stared at her in bewilderment—Oh, Gabriel, damn it.
“The zipper! Why are you undoing someone else’s pants?!”
He swiftly grabbed her arm to stop her.
The moment he did, she pouted.
“Ah…”
That expression made him hesitate, and as soon as he loosened his grip, Ianne’s eyes sharpened again.
“Why…? You don’t like it? Earlier, in the meeting hall, when they talked about making a baby with my sister, you stayed quiet, didn’t you?”
“That was an absurd discussion not even worth entertaining! I refused outright—you were the one who brought it up again!”
“…”
“Ian… You’re not thinking rationally right now. This isn’t like you… Please, don’t do something you’ll regret.”
“Leon…”
Ianne reached out and gently stroked his cheek. Her touch, usually so tender, carried something that should have been comforting.
“Be good.”
He thought she might stop—but no.
She undid the buttons of her shirt at the chest and pulled something out. Wait, how was there storage space in there?
‘Bandages…?’
The moment he saw the rolled-up bandages, she suddenly pressed his face into her chest.
“Mmph!? W-Wait—!”
The overwhelming softness smothered him. The scent of Ianne—fresh floral notes mixed with something richer, distinctly feminine.
It was suffocating. Every attempt to breathe was blocked by the weight of her breasts, leaving him lightheaded, his mouth uselessly gaping against her skin, only to be filled with damp heat and sweat.
As he struggled, he felt her hands seize his wrists, pulling them above his head before binding them with what felt like thin fabric—likely the bandages.
“These are special compression bandages, custom-made in the Holy City. You won’t break free without considerable strength.”
“Hah…! Ian…! What the hell…!?”
Only after securing him did she release him from her chest. Gasping for air, he stared up at her with dazed eyes.
When their gazes met, she smiled faintly.
“Cute…”
“Haah… Hah… Wh-What…?”
Before he could question further, the sound of a zipper unfastening echoed. Oh, damn it.
Ianne had finally gotten her hands on Leon’s pants. Her delicate fingers tugged them down, along with his underwear.
A soft gulp followed. She seemed to pause briefly, startled by the sight of male anatomy for the first time.
“So this… is Leon’s…”
“Ianne… Please, stop…”
Ignoring his plea, she took hold of him. Though inexperienced, her knowledge from adult romance novels was extensive.
The way her pristine hands explored him sent sharp pangs of guilt through his chest.
“Mmm… Is this not how it’s done…?”
She knew that for intercourse, the man had to react—to become erect. But no matter how she stroked or squeezed, it remained ambiguous. Half-hard, half-soft.
“Leon. What do I do? How do I make you hard?”
“Like I’d tell you!”
Hearing that word from her mouth—
Sexual acts with her weren’t something he’d never imagined. But not like this. Not with misunderstandings piled high and no proper confession between them.
If he were to date Ianne, he wanted it to be slow. Pure. Sweet. A relationship where they learned each other step by step.
Maybe it was a reaction to seeing that lewd couple sucking face every day. At the very least, he could admit they cared for each other—and that was the part he wanted to emulate.
In short, he wanted to cherish Ianne.
(Hypocritical, given he’d once schemed to catch her with Saint’s Water, but still.)
But it seemed she had no such thoughts.
“Ianne!”
Mimicking something she must have read, she draped herself over his lower half, then slid his length between the parted fabric of her shirt and her chest.
Then, gripping her own breasts like tools, she began rubbing him with clumsy but relentless pressure. The sheer intensity was unbearable—slick with sweat, her soft flesh glided and squeezed, creating friction that sent sharp, vivid pleasure up his spine.
“Ah… It’s getting hard…”
“…”
“So you’re just a man after all…”
With his shaft swallowed between her breasts, she smirked—a look he’d never seen on her before. The girl who always smiled like sunlight now wore the grin of a temptress.
Then she escalated. Lifting her heavy breasts, she slammed them down, the lewd smack of flesh echoing through the room.
“How is it? Does it feel good?”
“…”
Leon gritted his teeth, refusing to answer.
So Ianne only grew more persistent, crashing her chest against him as if to say, You will enjoy this. I’ll make sure of it.
Up, down, up, down—her rhythmic movements milked him relentlessly, thud, thud, thud, aided by sweat and another slick fluid mixing between them.
“Something… a slippery liquid seems to be coming out…”
“…”
“Is this… what they call pre-ejaculate?”
“…”
“Leon. You’re feeling good now, aren’t you?”
“Tch…”
His head spun. The world whirled around him, leaving him disoriented. The stimulation wasn’t purely pleasurable.
The lewd sound of flesh colliding, the insane reality that the most noble woman in the world was caressing his manhood with her chest—it all gnawed at his mind like a relentless parasite.
“It’s okay. Don’t hold back…”
With a relaxed smile, as if soothing a child, she met Leon’s gaze. Yet, the act beneath was anything but innocent. Her hands moved her chest deliberately, teasing the sensitive areas around her nipples.
“Ngh… Mm…”
As she pleasured him, she pinched the noticeable bulge straining against his dress shirt, letting out a pitiful moan. Seeing this, Leon reached his limit.
“Please… Stop…!”
But she didn’t stop. Acting on instinct, Ianne increased the pace—
Thrust—
Thrust—
Thrust—
“Ugh!”
The end came.
“Ah…! Something’s coming out…!”
His heated cock pulsed violently within her cleavage, spurting thick fluid. Ianne gasped in awe.
“Wow… It’s coming out… It won’t stop… Amazing…”
She cradled him warmly, helping him ride out the last waves. Her soft breasts massaged him from root to tip, milking every last drop.
“Tch… Haah…”
“This is… semen…”
“Now… Now please stop… Enough…”
“…”
“Haven’t you had your fill by now…?”
Leon pleaded, his voice trembling as he caught his breath, nearly on the verge of tears.
Guilt crashed over him—the thought of defiling the holy maiden’s body was unbearable. Leon was a man stained by self-loathing and remorse, his personality shaped by traumatic childhood experiences.
And now, though unintentional, he had committed an unforgivable sin. Ah… How will I face the people of the Holy City from now on?
“Hah… What are you saying, Leon?”
Ianne laughed mockingly in response.
“I told you earlier. I’m making this a fait accompli.”
“What…?”
She pulled his cock free from her chest, shifting her posture. The sight of semen dripping from her only fueled his arousal, making Leon grimace and turn his head away.
“Don’t look away. Look at me.”
As she unbuttoned her dress shirt, her chest—now sullied with white streaks—came into view. Despite their size, her breasts maintained a perfect, rounded shape, defying gravity.
The pale pink areolas and inverted nipples drew his gaze like a magnet.
“How is it…? Disgusting, right…?”
She toyed with her chest, displaying it with a mix of resignation and defiance.
This had been Ianne’s complex since childhood—large breasts with inverted nipples. Sugar once muttered, “Lady Ianne… That’s actually even more…” but she was always strange anyway.
Leon could only stare blankly. The sight of the woman he admired, her bare skin glistening with his seed, rivulets trailing down to her navel—his arm twitched involuntarily.
I want to touch her freely—
No!
He shut his eyes tightly. A soft chuckle reached his ears.
“Heh… Men really are all the same.”
The sound of fabric sliding followed. Driven by curiosity, Leon cracked his eyes open—only to see Ianne peeling off her pristine white panties.
And then, her exposed sex. A sacred place no one dared to trespass, veiled by faint wisps of hair, exuding an innocent shyness.
Now fully nude, she climbed atop Leon’s lower body, pressing his cock against her abdomen, still wet with his release.
“Lady Ianne! Please! This is too far!”
“And yet, you’re reacting again…?”
Of course he was. How could he not, when a woman of such sinful allure sat naked atop him, his own fluids smeared across her skin?
“Think rationally! You must value your body!”
“Even now, you’re worried about me? Leon, you’re too kind…”
Pat, pat. She stroked his glans as if petting his head. It was maddening.
“At least—at least use a condom!”
“Goodness, how could you say such a thing…?”
Desperate to hold onto some semblance of decency, Leon begged, but Ianne only frowned in disappointment.
“I told you—I’m making this a fait accompli. Did you really think I’d prepare something like that?”
“Huh…?”
“Besides, contraception? Are you suggesting we engage in pleasure for its own sake? Leon, you’re so promiscuous…”
“What…?”
It felt like a blow to the head.
That’s how she’s spinning this?
“Really, so shameless… You keep telling me to stop, yet you’re rock-hard down here… I never took you for such a man…”
“I could say the same about you, Lady Ianne!”
His outburst only amused her. Laughing, she rolled her hips.
Spreading her thighs wide, she parted her folds with deliberate slowness, as if inviting him to look. The flushed petals glistened with moisture, her inner flesh exposed—her actions no different from a courtesan’s. Leon’s head swam.
“Oh… Lord Gabriel…”
“Our ancestor will surely bless our child…”
“Have you lost your mind!?”
Here, on sacred ground where the Saint’s remains rested, he was about to join with his descendant. Even Leon, lacking in faith, couldn’t help but cry out the Saint’s name.
“Fufu… You’re so dutiful… You’ll take responsibility for me, won’t you? There’s no escape now.”
Every word made Leon’s head throb. Even when he tried to untie the bandages binding his wrists, they wouldn’t come loose. Strengthening his muscles with magic was useless. Just what kind of bandages were these?
“Hmm… Here…? Ugh… Here…?”
Amidst it all, the sight of Her Holiness struggling to push him inside herself was maddening.
The wet, slippery mucous membrane rubbed against the tip as she searched for the vaginal entrance. Visually and tactilely, the stimulation was vivid.
“Ah… Here…”
Then, as if finding the right spot—pain flared when pressure was applied, so she must have thought it correct.
Immediately, she tensed her hips and tried to sit down. Gripping her partner’s shaft tightly, she guided it toward her own entrance.
“Ngh… Ugh… Ah…!”
Whimpering in pain and hesitating, she squeezed her eyes shut and forced it in all at once. Pop. Something resisting gave way, and she swallowed it to the hilt.
“Aah! Ugh…! Haa…!”
Ianne gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. A sharp, dull pain pierced deep inside—the moment a maiden lost her virginity.
Fresh blood seeped from the joined flesh. Seeing this, Leon let out a sigh. “Aah…”
Wasn’t this unforgivable? Even divine punishment would be justified. If Ione found out, wasn’t it certain he’d be castrated with rusty scissors?
“Huu… Hhu… Leon… Is this your first time too…?”
“…Yes.”
“Hehe… That’s a relief…”
And yet, she was blissfully happy. What could he even say to that?
“I’ll… start moving now…”
At this point, he resigned himself to fate. It was too late. There was no turning back. Leon clenched his jaw but followed Ianne’s movements with his eyes.
“Ngh…! Uhn…!”
Though the pain hadn’t faded, she clumsily rocked her hips. It couldn’t feel good for her first time, yet she did it solely to milk his seed.
With each bounce, her twin fruits swayed temptingly. Their jiggling, begging to be touched, was undeniably lewd.
Was it vulgar? Disgusting?
If vulgar, then so be it—but it wasn’t disgusting. It was beautiful. Hypnotically so, dripping with sinful allure.
Above them, the face of a saint—flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes—peered down. But given her actions, “holy woman” felt less apt than “lewd woman.” Behind long lashes, violet eyes burned with bestial desire.
“Hah… Ngh… How is it, Leon? Does it feel good…?”
“…”
Leon’s ragged breathing was answer enough.
Even amateurish thrusts were overwhelming for a virgin. The warm, wet walls clenched around his shaft, nearly pushing it out before swallowing it again. Each time he breached the tight entrance, the inner folds madly caressed his length.
And all while watching the violent shaking of her chest—he couldn’t help but stare blankly.
“Ahaha… You like it, don’t you…?”
Her sultry laugh, her movements, her voice—everything was obscene, dripping with lust.
Had she noticed his reaction?
Ianne paused, then untied the bandages around Leon’s wrists. Guiding his freed hands to her chest, she made him grope her.
Dazedly, Leon kneaded her breasts. Overflowing softness, too much for one hand. When he pinched a hidden nipple, Ian gasped.
“What even is this… How…?”
“Ngh, that’s sensitive…”
“How can you be this… lewd…!”
“Ah…! Aah…!”
His touch grew rougher. His breathing hitched, eyes glinting dangerously.
The wet slap of flesh. A woman’s delicate moans. The feel of full breasts in hand. The scorching air.
This was sex. He was having sex with someone he adored.
And she had initiated it.
Even for Leon, now that it had begun, it was only a matter of time before reason snapped.
“How dare you hide these…!”
“Wait, just… gently…!”
Relentlessly teasing the buds, he soon uncovered them fully. He pinched the plump nipples, matching her chest’s size.
“You’re too shameless!”
“Kyaa!”
He grabbed her breasts with both hands.
“Hiding these…! Acting all innocent…! Flirting with everyone daily!”
“Ah! Nipples! They’re sensitive!”
“I’ve—no, I have so much to say! Do you know how much I held back? No sense of distance, crawling into bed, teasing—do you know how hard it was to resist?”
“W-Wait…? Leon, hold on—”
“What? That I like men? Don’t joke! It was you! You specifically! No matter what body you had…! No, honestly, I love this big-breasted Ian so much right now!”
Was it venting or a confession?
Pouring out pent-up emotions, he groped and squeezed violently.
“Aah…! Too rough…!”
“And yet you’ve been misunderstanding and spouting nonsense! Damn it! After all that, you go and rape someone! Who taught you this? That white-haired lunatic?!”
“No…! Sugar has nothing to do with this…!”
Truly, she didn’t. Even if Sugar influenced her tendencies, she never suggested something as absurd as “attack with pregnancy.”
“And… ngh… Leon, was that… true…? What you said earlier…”
“What part?”
“That it’s not men you like… but me…? That you… like my chest…?”
“You’re asking that now?!”
He yanked her nipple hard, making Ian squeal.
“Tch… Lady Ian… Damn…!”
Leon grabbed Ian’s hand. Their fingers interlaced as he rocked his hips beneath her, the slap of skin matching his rhythm. Ian threw her head back, gasping for air.
The relentless groping of her chest and the growing familiarity with the act had steadily built her pleasure.
“Ah… Ngh… Leon… I have… a request…”
When Leon met her gaze, urging her to continue, Ian finally spoke.
“Call me… Ianne…”
“Huh?”
“Ianne… My real name… Hnght…!”
“Ngh…! Ianne…”
“Mmm…! Leon, say it more…!”
“Ianne… Ianne…!”
“More… more…!”
As if branding the name into his mind—
As if declaring, I am a woman. I want to be yours.
Each time Leon repeated it, Ian—no, Ianne—smiled, satisfied.
“Ianne… I’m close…!”
“Hah… Wait, I’m… too…!”
The sensation threatened to overwhelm them. Pleasure, when stoked endlessly, always finds its peak.
Though the unfamiliar stimuli—her insides ravaged, her cervix pounded—should’ve been overwhelming, the deeper he thrust, the heavier the pressure grew in her lower belly. A pleasure unlike fingering her clit or nipples.
Ianne swept her sweat-drenched bangs aside and arched forward, driving his cock deeper. Her hips pistoned wildly, as if demanding he fill her.
“Tch…! Ian… Ianne…!”
“Haaah…!”
Pleasure exploded in her skull. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed.
Simultaneously, Leon’s release spilled into her, the heat wracking her with aftershocks.
…
After seconds of rapture—
“Hah… Haah…”
“Hh… Hheek…”
They gasped, locking eyes in the dazed afterglow.
“…”
“…”
“A-Are you… alright…?”
Leon, finally regaining his senses, asked cautiously. Cold sweat dripped down his back—What have I done?
But Ianne straightened. She lifted herself from his chest, still straddling him, and uttered the unthinkable:
“Again…”
“…What?”
“Let’s go again…”
Leon couldn’t believe his ears.
“Wh—! That’s reckless! You’ve had enough! Get off!”
The misunderstanding was resolved. Her original plan—forcing the situation (?)—was complete. Yet here she was, insatiable.
“We already did it once… Twice or thrice makes no difference.”
“What kind of logic—!?”
Ianne’s expression was that of someone awakened—addicted. A beast drunk on newfound lust. Her eyes glazed as she pulled his cock free, dripping.
“Nn… Ngh…”
She stroked him tenderly, and Leon’s body, ever honest, began to harden again.
Satisfied, Ianne mounted him and sheathed him inside in one motion.
Schlick—
“Nnngh…!”
The sudden penetration made her shudder, but she quickly caught her breath and rolled her hips. The lewd squelch of mixed fluids filled the room.
“Don’t glare… Nn… You’re enjoying this too. Playing reluctant while your body betrays you…”
“…”
“And… you said you’d held back. That you wanted me. ‘I don’t like men, but seeing you—’ Who knew you’d eye me like that, Leon? You’re a pervert.”
“You’re the pervert here…!”
“…So you hate it? Even though you’ve been staring at my chest since—”
She cupped her breasts, jiggling them with each thrust. Hypnotized, Leon reached out.
Such was the magic of tits—they turned men into fools. Once ensnared, escape was impossible.
“See… Your body’s honest.”
“…”
“Now… move properly.”
“…”
.
.
.
The dim night sky.
That murky hour before dawn.
Ah, youth—two vigorous lovers still tangled in bed, performing the “sacred act” of baby-making in the Holy City.
“Ngh, Haaaah…!”
Ianne trembled, cresting another peak. Beneath her, Leon—exhausted but oddly resigned—let out a deep sigh.
“…”
“…”
“Huu… huu… haa… hehe…”
Perhaps something had struck a chord in her. Ianne, smiling faintly, rose from her position. Splat—a stream of cloudy semen spilled out from inside her. The bed was already soaked. The sheer amount of fluids from the two of them had turned it into a sticky mess.
“Lady Ianne… please… I really can’t anymore… Let’s stop…”
“Huu… Really…?”
Ianne, covered in a mix of her own juices and semen, tucked his limp cock between her breasts. With gentle massaging, she coaxed him into going another round.
Don’t rise, don’t rise.
Leon pleaded with his own body, but physiological reactions were terrifying. The soft warmth of her skin and the slow, deliberate strokes made him respond despite himself.
This is exactly why men need to learn blood-flow control.
“Hah… Liar.”
Flick. Ianne tapped the tip of his glans with her finger before climbing back on top of him. Her face showed no signs of fatigue—if anything, she had mastered the rhythm of her hips, moving with even greater skill than before. It was nothing short of devilish.
“Ngh… Just… one more time… I’ll let you go after one more…”
“…”
How many times had he heard that now? Ten? More?
What little semen he could still produce was thin and sparse. This was truly his limit. His balls were completely drained.
“It’s fine… I’ll go gently…”
What part of this is fine? Leon’s gaze drifted toward the ceiling, far beyond it.
‘I’m gonna die…’
Was this the price for avoiding Ianne all this time? The punishment for dodging conversations that could have resolved things peacefully?
As he watched the woman riding him, swaying her hips, he sank into deep thought.
How did she end up like this?
Was this her true nature all along, or did she get corrupted by bad influences?
Or maybe both.
No—no. Leon shook his head internally, deciding to blame only the latter. It was the least he could do to preserve her dignity.
“Oh, right. Leon, I forgot to say this earlier…”
“What… is it…?”
“I like you too.”
“…”
“So hang in there a little longer. Okay?”
If this was reconciliation, then sure.
The smile she gave him was dazzling. Her radiant platinum hair swayed as she grinned brightly—the very smile that had made Leon fall for her in the first place.
How could any man resist when a woman with that face was wringing him dry?
All he could do was pray to the Saint in the heavens to survive until morning—and surrender himself to the ordeal.
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