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Alfons: Hm…What is it? To snuggle up to me like that, are you seducing me?

Alfons: I suppose it can’t be helped…Come here, where would you like me to pet you?

Alfons: If you beg me properly, I’ll be happy to oblige.

Alfons: You would like me to touch you there? Hehe, how shameless…

—

Um…!

Alfons: What is it, why are you shouting all of a sudden? Is there something you want to say?

Wait a minute

Alfons: Wait? Oh my…What am I waiting for?

Say nothing

Alfons: Oh dear…Is something the matter? Something you want to say?

—

Alfons: Hehe…How odd. Why are you blushing?

Alfons: I’m just showing this cat some love.

Alfons: My way of speaking is improper? Ah…I do apologize. I did not have a proper upbringing.

But basically Kate is being transported into a distorted fairytale world (to try and fix the distortion), in this case she becomes a Snow White. She meets three boys, El, Roger and Al, but it's Al who helps to lead her in his twisted way to the solution. She recognises that there's more to this world, but at the last moment, Kate bails on admitting her feelings to Al and gets stuck on the vicious cycle of trying to fix the world and failing and starting again. In the last scene we see Al providing happy thoughts/memories to people in the royal hospital and Kate is one of them. He briefly thinks he recognizes her and strokes her cheek.

But basically Kate is being transported into a distorted fairytale world (to try and fix the distortion), in this case she becomes a Snow White. She meets three boys, El, Roger and Al, but it's Al who helps to lead her in his twisted way to the solution. She recognises that there's more to this world, but at the last moment, Kate bails on admitting her feelings to Al and gets stuck on the vicious cycle of trying to fix the world and failing and starting again. In the last scene we see Al providing happy thoughts/memories to people in the royal hospital and Kate is one of them. He briefly thinks he recognizes her and strokes her cheek.

Wrapping your hand around his base, your head bobbed up and down on his cock, your tongue teasing his tip before swallowing his shaft. His groans grew louder, a sign he was close, your underwear dampening upon hearing his lewd sounds.

“I’m –”

And then he pulled his cock from your warm mouth, leaving you wondering if you hurt him. He looked down at you, his eyes meeting yours.

“Not yet,” he said. “Not there.”

He reached his hand out, helping you to stand. Smiling, he wiped your mouth with his thumb, his other hand exploring under your skirt.

“But here,” he whispered, his thumb pressing against your clit causing your breath to hitch. “Hmm, you're so wet for me.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm as he slipped a finger inside you. Unable to control yourself, you let out a needy moan as he pumped you with his thick finger.

“Think you're ready for me?” he asked as he pressed his hard cock against your thigh.

Your walls clenched Roger’s fingers at the thought of finally being filled by his large cock. 

Lifting you in his arms, he carried you to his bed, gently laying your body on the covers. 

“Let's see…” He spread your legs wide and slid a hand under your skirt. Pushing your drenched underwear to the side, he plunged two fingers deep inside your core. Your body writhed as he stretched you, soft moans slipping from your lips as he inserted a third finger. 

“You're still so tight,” he whispered, deep and husky, as he inserted another finger, most of his hand now shoved inside you, his fingers stretching your walls.

Preparing you for his thick cock.

“Roger, I…” Your body trembled with pleasure, barely able to speak your words. “I can't last much longer like this.”

He pulled his hand out with a loud pop and climbed on top of you. He paused to undress, removing his shirt and trousers. Your eyes widened, seeing his cock fully erect, nearly reaching his belly button. 

His cock had been down your throat many times, but never once had you been able to swallow him entirely. Suddenly, you felt so small.

He began to undress you, your core flooding with arousal, eager to be filled. Sliding his tip against your slit, he enjoyed the soft sounds you produced as your body writhed against the sheet. 

“It’ll hurt at first,” he warned. 

Not might. Will.

You didn't care. Not one bit. Not with that massive cock at your entrance.

He spread your hips wider, your bare body on full display for him and only him. As he began to push inside you, your body felt like it was being torn in two as he slowly stretched you. You cried out, tears trickling down your cheeks as your body seared with a pain you had never felt before.

“Shh… It's ok to cry,” he soothed. “Let me see those tears. It's gonna feel better, I promise.” He cupped your cheek with his palm, his thump wiping away a tear. 

His pace increased, his thrusts harder inside you, your tears not deterring him. From the smile he wore on his face, he was clearly turned on. He continued to push inside, the pain burning bright as he got deeper and deeper, hitting spots never touched before.

“You're doing so good, just a bit more,” he coaxed as he shoved the last few inches inside, fully stretching your core.

He looked down to where joined, a pleased smile spread on his lips. “Look at that. You took all of me, like a good girl.”

You glanced down to where your bodies were now joined, every nerve in your body alight with excitement as you were completely stuffed with his shaft.

He waited for you before continuing, allowing you time to get used to his size. When you gave a slight nod, he began to rock his hips against yours, keeping his thrusts shallow at first.

With your arms around his shoulders, your body clung to his, still adjusting to his massive size, wondering if the pain of being fucked by him would ever go away.

Slowly but surely, just as Roger promised, pleasure began to build inside; it started as a small knot in your core and soon spread outward like wildfire. 

You cried out his name, over and over, as he increased his pace. The pain was now pleasurable each time Roger slammed his hips against yours, your hips lifting to meet his every thrust. 

Waves of pleasure built and built, the crest inevitable as he impaled you with his length. Stars danced before your eyes; your body, overcome with rapture, began to tremble as tears rolled down your cheeks.

With a few frantic thrusts, Roger’s body tensed, before spilling inside you, painting your walls white, your bodies joined in blissful euphoria.

He rolled off of you, pulling you onto his broad chest. As he stroked your hair, you rested your palm over his heart, its beat slowing down.

“That was….amazing,” you whispered. You glanced up at him, your eyes glassy with tears.

He let out a huff of breath. “I swear, if you cry again…”

With his hand on your hip, he pressed his body against yours, his cock stiffening against your leg. He captured your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue quickly probing your lips apart. You rocked your hips against his, a single tear falling down your cheek as your bodies aligned.

There were always worse ways to spend the evening. 

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Ellis looked at me as I was consoling myself and smiled darkly.

Ellis: “I was also sad to be away from you.”

Ellis: “That’s why I brought ‘this’.”

(‘this’?)

Ellis smiled and held out a pair of toy handcuffs.

Ellis: “I’ve become a bit addicted to being connected to you.”

Ellis: “How about one more time?”

Kate: “One more time…?”

Ellis: “I want to make you happy.”

Rather than shame or rationality, I was happy that Ellis felt lonely like me,

My judgment becomes clouded, as if I’ve wandered into a quiet forest.

Ellis: “It’s a toy, so we can easily take it off this time.”

(In that case, a little bit…should be okay?)

I offer my wrist as he gently pushed me back.

Ellis sat me down on the bed and cuffed his right hand to my left hand.

Ellis: “Well, let’s do it.”

Kate: “Wh-what are you…?”

Ellis: “It must be hard for you not to cum. Let me make you cum.”

(Make me cum…!)

Kate: “I-it’s okay. You don’t have to do that—”

Ellis’s lips touch the edge of my ear.

Then, Ellis whispered in a hoarse voice.

Ellis: “You’ve been smelling naughty for a while now. Don’t hold back.”

Kate: “……”

Ellis: “…Use me. I’ll do everything you want.”

Kate: “That makes it sounds like I’m taking advantage of you, Ellis…”

Ellis: “Advantage? Why?”

Kate: “What?”

Ellis: “I like how cute you are, too.”

Kate: “E-Ellis…”

The smoldering heat in Ellis’s gaze makes the temperature rise.

Smiling as if he could see through my desire, Ellis reached his free hand to my chest.

Ellis: “I’m going to touch your breasts…Kate.”

Kate: “Ah…ngh.”

My breasts were gently grabbed over my blouse, and my face grew hot with shame.

Ellis: “It’s not enough over your clothes.”

The ribbons on my back are untied, and my blouse slipped off my shoulders easily.

Ellis: “…I’ll take off this corset too.”

Kate: “Ah…”

When my breast spilled out, Ellis’s hand caught it.

The red tip rubbed against Ellis’s palm and a sweet stimulation ran through my body.

Ellis: “Even though I’m just touching you, does it feel good?”

Ellis: “Fufu…I have to touch you like this, or I’d lose it.”

Ellis picks up the hard, pointed tip between his fingertips and squeezes.

Kate: “…haa…”

Ellis: “Do you want to be licked? Want to be bitten?”

Ellis: “Or all of them? Tell me, Kate.”

With his longing gaze and intense sexiness,

I could clearly see that my reason was being dissolved into mush.

(Ellis is very excited…)

(…If you look at me like this… I’ll…)

Kate: “…..mmm, all…”

Ellis: “All?...Cute. Okay, I’ll do all of them.”

Kate: “Ah, nngh…E-Ellis…Aah.”

Ellis: “…mmm, soft…”

With his hand on my breasts, my nipple was licked, bitten, and sucked,

The sweet stimulation makes my breathing become erratic.

Ellis seems to be enjoying licking my breasts, and it makes it even more exciting.

(…feels so good…feeling dizzy)

Ellis: “…Kate.”

Ellis: “I’d like to touch you here, Kate.”

Ellis’s gazed fell on my skirt, and I realized his intentions.

Ellis: “But, since my dominant hand is tied, I need you to help me.”

Kate: “Help…?”

Ellis: “Use your hand to guide mine. Can you do that?”

I continue to be given sweet stimulation, and I desperately want more.

When I gingerly put our joined hands between my legs, Ellis smiled against my ear.

Ellis: “Is this what you were doing earlier?”

Kate: “I-it is…”

Ellis: “…I wish I’d seen it. Do it next time and show me. I’m sure you’ll look cute.”

Ellis’s fingers pulled down my underwear, invading the part I’ve always wanted.

Ellis: “You’re wet. You’ve wanted this for a while, sorry.”

Ellis: “Here, it’s already swollen….see, here.”

Kate: “Ah..gh…nghh…”

There was a wet, squelching sound as Ellis’s fingers twirled and stimulated the bud.

Kate: “Haah…..nngh….”

Ellis: “Kate, it’s like you’re doing it yourself…it’s exciting.”

Ellis looked into my face as he stirred the wetness with his fingers.

Ellis: “…what do you want to do? Do you want to go all the way?”

Kate: “All…the way…?”

Ellis: “Mm, yes. When I’ll put mine inside yours, Kate…”

Kate: “Hhhaa…”

Ellis’s fingers sink in deep, as if to suggest the act.

Then, in a tantalizing way, his fingers move in and out with a squelch, squelch sound.

Ellis: “…Here, like this.”

Kate: “Mmm…Fuh…”

I want to finish and feel even better--.

The moment I think that, I get scared.

(…What if I want Ellis more than ever before?)

I have a feeling that if I get addicted to it, I won’t be able to be myself anymore.

I’m sure something gentle enough to be called love isn’t waiting for me in the future.

I gathered up what little rationality I head and shook my head.

Ellis: “Yeah? In that case, I won’t finish until the end.”

Smiling, Ellis opens my legs wide and brings his face between them.

Kate: “Ngh, Ellis, why are you doing that?”

Ellis: “Huh? Because I haven’t made you cum yet.”

Ellis said it as though it were obvious and licked the wet spot.

Kate: “Ah….ngh, Aaah…”

Ellis: “Mm... delicious…Kate…”

Kate: “Nnngh…it’s dirty…so…aah.”

Ellis: “It’s not dirty…I love this part of you.”

At that moment, the scent of Ellis’s soap wafts through the air.

Contrary to this act, the scent is clean in every way, and instantly, the heat burst deep inside my body.

Ellis: “….You came. It was cute.”

He gently stroked my head as I became weak, then Ellis removed the handcuffs from both of our wrists

Then, in the palm of my hand, he set the key.

(….?)

Ellis: “You keep the key.”

Ellis: “I’ll keep the handcuffs.”

Kate: “That’s…”

Ellis: “If it makes you happy, you can connect me to you anytime.”

Every time I connect with him, every time I get close to him, it’s like I’m being invaded by Ellis.

It’s as if my mind and body would be lost without Ellis.

(Even though that’s what I’m afraid of.)

I’m sure I’ll connect with him again.

Alfons: Are you ready? In that case: 3, 2, 1...

Following Alfons' rhythmic countdown, I opened my eyes—

—And found myself in the infirmary with Roger in front of me.

Kate: This suggestion's amazing...It's as if the real Roger's right in front of me!

Roger: The hell are you talkin' about?

The Roger before me furrowed his brows in confusion. Meanwhile, I was even more impressed by his reaction, as if it was actually Roger himself.

Kate: Um...I'll explain later. Do you remember when you and I had a fight last week?

~~ Flashback start ~~

What happened was that we had different thoughts regarding a mission. Roger wasn't listening to me at all—

Kate: I don't want to see you again!

After saying something so childish like a kid throwing a tantrum, I really didn't see Roger after that...

I lost my chance to apologize to him.

~~ Flashback end ~~

Kate: So I asked Alfons to help me...practice apologizing to you. He suggested that I see Roger in a dream.

Roger: So that's it... So we're in your dream, huh? You're earnest even with stuff like practicing how to apologize. I don't really care about what you said to me back then. I know you have your own thoughts, so don't worry about it.

Roger's illusion forgave me so easily. While it thought it was a typical Roger thing to do, I suddenly felt uneasy.

Kate: I wish the real Roger would say that same thing...

Roger: He did. It's me.

Kate: Just because Roger's illusion forgave me so easily, doesn't mean it'll actually turn out like this. I shouldn't just apologize...Should I prepare something...?

Roger: If you really wanna show your sincerity, then how 'bout you buy him a nice beer?

Kate: ...! You're right, I should!

Illusion Roger's suggestion was what finally gave me the courage to apologize to the real Roger.

(I'll apologize with this the next time I see the real Roger...)

Roger: By the way, little lady, why're you puttin' so much effort into making up with me?

Kate: Eh...

Roger: Hate to say this but, I don't mix business and pleasure. If you and I are fighting, it's not gonna affect your work, is it?

Kate: The reason why I want to make up with Roger isn't because of work...

Roger: Oh...?

Kate: I...I admire how Roger's researching curses and his diligent approach to treatment others. Though I think it'd be nice if you were less pushy or mean... I put my trust in Roger. That's why I don't want to stay on bad terms with him.

(I'd never say to Roger himself because he'd tease me...)

Roger: So you wanna make up with me cuz you like me?

Kate: L-like...That's not it.

Roger: Whaddya mean? Ah...not like, but love?

Kate: Why's it getting worse...!

Then, Roger's hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in hard—

Kate: Nn...!

With practiced hands, he easily stole a kiss.

Roger: Any normal woman would keep her distance from a man who puts his hands on her. But you never run away when I do and you say you wanna make up with me. There's only one reason for that. You love me so much you can't stand it. That it?

Why does the degree of love increase each time?

Roger's confident gaze pierced through me and I almost nodded because of it.

Kate: I...

(Roger's right...I want to make up because of a considerable amount of fondness I have.)

(But...it's not because of romantic love or true love.)

I can't explain what's different, but I can't say I'm in love.

Kate: I do like you. As a fairytale write, Roger!

I fixed my gaze on Roger to emphasize that it was only a working relationship.

Roger: Oh...?

Kate: Roger's worth documenting, that's all I'm going to say.

I tried to attach some non-romantic rationale onto the reason why I want to make up with Roger.

Roger: Even so, it doesn't matter. If you like me for my humanity, then all you need is to like me as a man.

As soon as he said that, Roger pinned me down on the bed.

Kate: Why are you going in that direction? Let me go...!

Roger: Why...Because no matter how many times I bully you, you always come back with your tail waggin'. You really like me, but if you're gonna pretend that you don't...I'll expose you.

My hands were immediately pinned over my head.

I couldn't move because Roger was hovering over me.

Kate: Nn...

There was nothing I could do as Roger kissed me again.

Unlike last time, his tongue parted my lips and teased the inside, making my breathing ragged.

(Even though this is a dream and this Roger's an illusion, why does it feel so real?)

My kiss-addled mind couldn't comprehend it.

Kate: Nn...Nnn?!

I let out a muffled scream in Roger's mouth.

As expected, Roger's hand slipped beneath my underwear.

Roger: You're already so wet here...All this from kissing me?

A deep laugh rumbled in his throat and he moved his fingers, rubbing and pressing against my sensitive spot.

Kate: Do- Ahnn... Don't!

Roger: Not that convincing when you have such a lewd look on your face. Well, I'd rather be inside you instead of makin' you cum like this.

Kate: In...side? Ah...!

The fingers that had been stimulating my bud entered me and I let out a high-pitched cry.

Roger: Mm, you're tight here, little lady. Well, guess you'll get used to it.

Roger's fingers continued pumping his fingers in and out, making obscene sounds.

Kate: Haa....! I can't...Nn...

Roger: I'm gonna need to use 3 or 4 fingers here if I'm gonna fit, you know?

Kate: You're not going to...put it...in...

Roger: You're stubborn. Your body's being honest though, look.

Roger's fingers pressed against a specific spot inside me and stimulated it relentlessly.

Kate: Ah...?! Not there...Nnghaa...

Roger: I know. Tapping this spot feels good, doesn't it?

Regardless of how much I protested and tried to wriggle away, Roger didn't let me go.

(This is my dream and Roger's an illusion... I was supposed to practice making up with him...)

(Why is this happening...?)

But what confused me even more was my heart...

(Even if the real Roger pushed me around like this too...I'd still want to make up with him)