Daniel, now the protagonist of his own erotic novel, wakes up in a world of luxury alongside the red-haired tsundere. Amidst silk curtains and moans, his relationship with her and the butler Alfred intensifies in a cycle of desire and submission
Daniel opens his eyes to the golden glow of a room he doesn't recognize. Crimson silk curtains ripple with the breeze coming through the open windows; the scent of jasmine and beeswax reminds him of the pages of *Midnight Roses*, his favorite erotic novel. He blinks, confirming that his skin is no longer that of an early-rising editor but that of a prince of golden proverbs, and realizes he has awakened inside the book.
Beside him, on a feather mattress, five girls are sleeping. Their bodies are piled in sweet disorder: brunettes, blondes, an elf with pointed ears. But one figure stands apart from the pile, awake, sitting up with a feline gesture. It's the one he always liked most in the story: the red-haired tsundere, her red pigtails falling over her small, stony breasts. He sees her frown and mutter:
"What are you looking at, idiot? It's... it's not like I'm glad you're alive or anything."
Daniel feels his new body respond with a sudden heat in his groin. With the confidence of knowing he is the protagonist, he takes her hand, pulls her up, and guides her out of the communal bedroom. He passes by the butler, Alfred—a convex, middle-aged man in a white shirt and black vest, with a trimmed mustache and small eyes that exude composure. Daniel gives him a sign: a knowing look is enough for the servant to follow him.
A marble hallway, an oak door, and they enter a private billiard room smelling of leather and cigars. Daniel locks the door, pushes the redhead against the green felt table, and kisses her without preamble. She shreiks, flails, and punches him in the chest:
"S-super... super moron! I was planning... to bite you first..."
But her voice breaks when Daniel pulls aside the legs of her gauze nightgown and discovers the moist, pink vulva already throbbing in anticipation. He takes a step back, sits in a leather armchair, and says in a husky voice:
"Alfred, go ahead."
The butler unbuckles his belt, lowers his fly, and lets a thick, veiny penis spring forth, slightly curved upward. He positions himself behind the girl, pushing her back so she is leaning against the table with her ass poked out. Her thighs tremble.
"W-wait!" she cries, but her voice turns into a gasp as Alfred separates her buttocks with both hands, opening her sex to exhibit it to Daniel. "Does this... ex... excite you?"
Daniel slides his palm over the bulge formed in his tunic and responds with a lazy smile:
"As if I were inside you every time he looks at you."
The tsundere clenches her fists, bites her lip, and the first thrust pierces her without mercy: the tip deforms the entrance of her vagina, and the shaft slides all the way to the hilt in a slow, forceful lunge. The butler's thick padding crashes against her buttocks; the hollow thud of flesh against flesh echoes in the room. Her eyes go wide, and she emits a high-pitched moan that Daniel interprets as absolute consent.
Not even a whisper from the sleeping harem reaches through the keyhole. Only the sounds of thrusting are heard: Alfred withdraws almost completely and plunges back in until her vulva hugs the base of his penis. The girl opens her mouth, pants, and presses her clitoris against the felt of the table; a clear spray splashes the nearest billiard balls. Daniel smells the sweet sap mixing with the scent of tanned leather; the sight drives him frantic. He unzips, pulls out his own cock, and strokes it slowly, watching.
"See?" Alfred whispers into the redhead's ear while nibbling her nape. "Your master is enjoying this. Squeeze harder, darling."
She looks at Daniel, waiting for an order, and when he nods, she contracts her pelvic floor tightly. The butler roars and wraps his arm around her front to immobilize her; with his other hand, he stretches her buttocks to the limit, causing the vaginal lips to pucker around him. A rhythmic pounding begins: in, out, in. Each collision returns a soaking click that repeats in multiple echoes, like forbidden drums.
The tsundere moans with a broken voice:
"A-ah, idiot...! I'm... I'm dripping! Don't stop!"
Her internal orgasm prolongs in waves that leave frothy squirts over the pool cues. Alfred doesn't stop; he redoubles the pace, digs his fingers into her pubis, positions her better against the table, and executes a classic mating press: he pushes her knees up to her shoulders, flattens her torso against the felt, and powers an angle so deep that his glans hits her cervix again and again. The redhead screams breathlessly; drool and sweat mingle.
Daniel squeezes the tip of his penis, holding back his climax; he is fascinated by the girl's face, wrinkled with pleasure and annoyance. Finally, Alfred grunts, drives in to the hilt, and discharges in a hot stream that overflows her lips; the white milk spills out in gushes onto the wood. He thrusts two, three, four more times until completely empty, then withdraws with a wet pop. The tsundere's vagina remains open, throbbing, bubbling with semen.
Silence falls. The redhead remains lying with her cheek against the table, panting, her buttocks still shaking. Alfred adjusts his trousers, returns to his butler-like composure, and dryly mutters:
"Served, milord."
Daniel nods, wipes himself with a silk handkerchief, and leans over to stroke the red hair. She looks up, blushing, and mutters:
"T-this time it wasn't so... unpleasant. B-but you owe me revenge, you hear me?"
The following morning, the routine repeats before breakfast. The sun enters through the cracks of the interior courtyard as Alfred opens the door to the tsundere's bedroom, who sleeps face down with her bare buttocks covered by a sheet barely damp from old dreams. The butler leans in, inserts his tip between the folds of the pillow, and whispers:
"Wake up, miss. You have... a visitor."
She stretches, yawns, and her first reaction is to kick, but a shiver of pleasure runs through her when her sex, still sensitive, remembers the night. Alfred lowers the sheet, exposing her round, pale glutes, and without further ado, he thrusts. The cock slides in well-lubricated by the mixture of sweat and seminal fluid from the day before. The girl clenches the pillow, holds back her moan, and lifts her ass, excited despite herself. She knows Daniel is watching from the cracked door, his silhouette framed against the hallway.
"Yes, yes... make me yours," she babbles to herself, and the phrase comes out louder than intended. "B-but don't you dare finish fast!"
Alfred grabs her pigtails like reins, using them to arch her back more and pump with the cadence of a rider. Each thrust presses her clitoris against the bedspread; the bed creaks in rhythm. Squirts of pleasure soak the sheet and form a puddle that drips to the floor. Finally, Alfred flips her over with a tug, mounts her missionary style, and discharges inside again, without a condom, against the wall of her uterus. She clings to his shoulders, looks into his small eyes, and for the first time, seeks his mouth. The kiss is wet, tasting of coffee and sperm, and it lingers while he throbs inside her.
In the following days, the tsundere's bedroom becomes a secret ring. They try it standing against the mirror, her spreading her thighs while Alfred lifts her by the legs; her on her knees sucking his tip amidst moans so Daniel can see how her red tongue caresses the thick trunk; then back to the bed, face down, with pillows under her hips so the penis rubs the exact spot that makes her cum in long squirts, viscous cases that shoot onto the mattress.
The protagonist loves that Daniel whispers in her ear which position to use: "Open more, honey; let him touch your cervix; squeeze right there." She obeys with a haughty gesture, but she obeys. When Alfred drives the tip in and swivels his hips, the girl gasps, "How thick you are, fuck!" and the phrase resonates. The kisses are no longer just wet; they become prolonged, romantic, with slow tongues and closed eyes. Often, when the butler is about to cum, she grabs him by the scruff of the neck and kisses him to swallow her own moans. The man's heavy body sinks against her petite skin, and between the two of them, they invent a mellow sway that hides the bestiality of the fucking.
A week later, Daniel organizes a hunting trip. The other girls of the harem scatter through the forest; he, the tsundere, and Alfred enter a secluded cabin. There, they undress her slowly: the ruffled shirt falls, the leather skirt slides off, the left pigtail comes undone in his hand. Alfred sits in a rocking chair; she lowers herself onto him, the cock angled toward the ceiling, until she feels herself split open suddenly, all the way down. They rock: the chair creaks, the fire crackles. Daniel watches, sitting on a stool, hands on his knees, penis erect, smiling with the pride of an author.
The tsundere rests her forehead against the butler's shoulder, kisses him tenderly, and whispers:
"D-Daniel... idiot... Look how much I love it. Happy?"
He nods. She redoubles the swaying, the chair squeaks, and she suddenly screams:
"I'm cumming again! It's so thick, it touches my whole inside!"
The penis swells, beats, and releases another thick discharge that overflows down her thighs. She collapses against him, kisses him with open passion, and whispers things into his ear that Daniel can't quite hear, but which paint a muffled smile of pride on Alfred's face. Then she turns her head toward her "master," winks at him, and adds in a husky voice:
"Tomorrow I want to try the terrace, at dawn, so the sun warms my buttocks while I have him inside me."
Daniel laughs, approaches, brushes a loose pigtail from her face, and gives her a chaste kiss on the forehead:
"Tomorrow, at dawn."
Alfred lifts her in his arms, still joined to him by the crotch; the milk drips onto the wooden floor. The tsundere hides her face in the butler's thick neck, gives him another wet kiss, and sighs:
"Idiots... both of you... But if you take him away from me... I'll kill you."
The cycle is sealed. Every dawn will be the same: lies, moans, secrets hidden behind silk curtains, the red bride kissing the butler while receiving every inch of his thick penis, and Daniel watching with the certainty that his favorite novel never had a better chapter than the one he will now live eternally.