Chapter 53: Shizu’s Silent Rebellion!!

He gazed at Shizu, her unyielding stare meeting his. His hand rested on her chest, but her expression remained blank. Moving his fingers lightly, he recalled the faint softness felt during a piggyback ride, dulled by her Nazalick-crafted, sturdy Pleiades maid outfit.

"Too small to tell," he muttered.

The words reached Shizu's ears, igniting a dark resolve within her. When I'm free, I'll make you pay, she vowed, her face still impassive. Yet, prolonged observation revealed subtle shifts in her eyes' hue, hinting at her emotions.

"Should I remove Shizu-san's clothes to touch directly?" he asked.

"If necessary, I don't mind," she replied.

"Every part, thoroughly?"

"I said it's fine."

"Taste them too?"

"…Taste?" Her voice wavered.

"Yes, taste. Exploring every sensitive spot," he pressed.

Shizu fell silent, recalling the bitter liquid forced on her earlier—likely from his body. Its thickness surprised her. Aware of her own anatomy but unfamiliar with its details, she reasoned lubrication would ease such an act. She pondered the necessity, but he mistook her silence for fear.

"Scared? No need to push if you're scared. There's another way," he teased.

"Not scared!" Shizu snapped. "Do it as much as you want!"

He blinked, startled. He'd meant to steer her elsewhere, but her defiance flared instead—a tragic misunderstanding. His sharp mind, brilliant in logic, faltered with emotions, a flaw even Albedo, the supreme beauty, couldn't fully mend.

"Alright, I'll undress you," he said.

"No need to ask every time," Shizu replied.

"Got it."

Shizu lay on the bed, cool and composed despite her bound state. Unlike Shalltear's allure, she showed no blush or shame as he removed her camouflage socks, ornate corset belt, and unbuttoned her black dress. Her gaze followed his hands, expression unchanged.

Without touching her eyepatch or headdress, he slid off her dress and white blouse, revealing a modest swell beneath a white bra. Undoing it, her small chest appeared even flatter lying down, yet undeniably feminine. Her slender waist curved delicately, a girl on the cusp of womanhood, fragile yet captivating.

He couldn't deny it—her petite frame stirred him, despite his loyalty to Albedo's perfection or Solution's allure. His body betrayed him, tightening with desire.

"Pants next?" Shizu asked.

"Not yet. One step at a time," he said, restraining himself.

His hand grazed her chest again, barely touching, tracing gentle circles. Shizu's thoughts raced. What's the point? It's not ticklish… or is it? Itchy? Where? Straddling her, he caressed her sides, fingers dipping slightly into soft flesh, avoiding her sensitive peaks.

Propped by a pillow, Shizu saw her own body—her small peaks now taut, glistening like cherries. Why's it itchy there? Touch it already! She stared at him, but he focused on her, unaware his touch was a deliberate tease.

"…Touch the tips too," she said, then looked away, regretting her boldness.

A sudden jolt made her gasp. Unable to move, her voice escaped unbidden as he grazed her sensitive spots. The itch didn't fade—it deepened, resonating within her chest.

"Too much?" he asked.

"…No. Just surprised," she said.

"I'll be gentler."

Shizu's thoughts swirled. Gentler? I wanted more… Why's it feel so intense? He's tasting them now, warm and soft… Her peaks, now flushed and firm, quivered under his touch, drawing soft sounds from her.

He leaned close, their faces inches apart. "What?" she asked flatly, but a faint emotional ripple surfaced. She felt no disgust—enough for him to proceed, now seeking his own satisfaction.

"Your tongue can move, right? Kiss me back," he said.

"…Is that necessary?"

"Absolutely."

"…Fine." Her small lips parted, meeting his in a hesitant, then eager dance of tongues. This is a kiss. Warm, soft… strange but not bad. His saliva, my saliva… we're sharing it. Her focus wavered as he pinched her chest, sensations colliding.

"Spread your legs," he said. "Even bound, you can."

"Alright. Touching… there?" she asked.

"Yes. Do you know its name?"

"…No."

"It's called a 'core.' Polite term's 'lady's core.'"

"Lady's core… And yours?"

"A 'rod.' Polite term's 'gentleman's rod.'"

Teaching her stirred a thrill, like taming uncharted land. Shizu murmured the words, parting her legs. His hand reached her center, circling gently. He's preparing my lady's core… she thought, as he kissed her deeply, puzzled by her dryness despite her warmth.

A sudden spark made her flinch. "What was that?" she gasped.

"Painful?" he asked.

"…No. Just… what was it?"

"Your bud—your sensitive point," he said.

Her breath hitched as he focused there, sealing her lips with his to muffle her sounds. Yet, her center remained dry, deepening his confusion. He slid off her pants, revealing a smooth, unblemished line—still dry.

Spreading it gently, he found vibrant inner hues, her bud slightly swollen. Tasting it yielded no flavor, unlike a human's. Is this her automaton nature? he wondered, exploring further, finding a faint sweetness elsewhere.

"This is…" he began.

"My lady's core… odd?" Shizu asked.

"Rare," he said, propping her up with a mirror. "See? Your bud, your passage… and this white seal."

"I see it. What's that?"

"Your maiden's seal. Yours fully closes the passage, blocking moisture."

"…A proof-of-unopened seal?" she said, oddly proud.

He touched the fragile barrier, hesitant. "Fingers won't do. Only a rod can reach the itch deep inside," Shizu said.

Uncertain but urged by her, he undressed, his rod already eager. Shizu's gaze followed as he bared it, thick and pulsing. "That's a rod… I won't taste it again," she said.

"Not that," he said. "It needs moisture for entry. Can you help?"

"…Fine. But no release unless you enter," she warned.

She opened her mouth, accepting him. His fingers teased her bud, sparking sensations. It's hotter, thicker… my lady's core wants this, she thought, her tongue moving instinctively, drawing him deeper.

"Shizu-san, almost time," he said.

She coated him thoroughly, threads of moisture connecting them as he withdrew. Wiping her lips, he positioned himself, aligning with her sealed entrance. With a gentle push, the barrier gave way, releasing a rush of pent-up warmth.

Her passage was tight, resisting, but each careful thrust reached deeper, impossibly accepting him fully. "It reached… the itch," Shizu said. "Move more."

Her body adjusted, softening around him, their rhythm syncing. The bed creaked as sensations overwhelmed her. My lady's core exists for this… it feels so good, she thought, craving more.

"It's not just me!" Shizu gasped, voice rising. "Your rod… feels good too?"

"Of course!" he said, quickening.

Her cries peaked, a wave crashing through her, leaving silence. Regaining awareness, she felt him pulsing within, her arms free to hold him. The ribbon, now pink, slipped off.

Their lips met softly, lingering in the afterglow. He withdrew, her body reverting to its pristine state, containing everything within—a mystery of her automaton nature.

"Promise kept. How do we leave?" he asked.

Shizu frowned, irked by his bluntness. No tact after all that? She grabbed his arm, tying it to the bed with the ribbon. Straddling him, she said, "Six hours, then the exit opens."

"What?!" he exclaimed.

"It's a safe room. No leaving till then," she said. "Let's try again. Tools improve with use, a great one said."

Her hand revived him, a wicked glint in her eye. "Squeal like a beast," she teased, her delicate cruelty stirring his fears.

Her third round, dominating, outdid the second, her vengeance complete.