NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8: Looking for the Secret.
(Syrilblia’s POV)
Syrilblia: “Enough games.” I say with a laugh.
Carna: “You seem like the kind of person who likes games, though?” She replied.
Syrilblia: “Oh, that I do, indeed. But pleasuring Marina seems to fill that need… Keep in mind, I am not playing a game with her. Which is why I find it weird.” I reply with a thinking pose.
Carna: “Ah, so you being tricksy was just due to sexual frustration?” She jokingly proposed.
Syrilblia: “Hm… That’s my best guess as well.” I agree with a shrug.
Carna: “…”
Heh… I never realized that it would be so damn fun to play around with a maid. Ah… I don’t mean sexually! Though… that would most likely be fun as well. Too bad, but I am already doing it with my mother, Carna. Oh, wow! That somehow still makes me sound horrible…
Syrilblia: “Carna, we need to find a secret of fathers.” I say with a serious tone.
Carna: “We need to find it? From the conversation that I eavesdropped in on, you should know where it is.” She replied with a cheeky expression.
Syrilblia: “…My memories of this time are very blurry, Carna.” I reply with a forced shrug.
Carna: “Blurry, huh? Time travel would do that, I guess.” She said with an unbelieving laugh.
Syrilblia: “…”
What the hell? I thought that Carna and Marina fully believed me? Right now, Carna is acting like I am just lying about truly being Syrilblia. Did I fail to play the part of her properly?…
Carna: “Even without your memories, surely you should have an idea where this secret of his is kept, right?” She asked.
Syrilblia: “Maybe…” I reply with an unsure tone.
Carna: “What about your best guess?” She replied.
Syrilblia: “Does this estate have a dungeon?” I ask in reply.
Carna: “No. Marina highly dislikes keeping prisoners here in the estate, so she had a private prison made in our fief.” She answered.
A private prison? Who knew that Marina had such modern sensibilities… Am I weird for randomly thinking of Marina whipping or torturing a prisoner? Not at all. What I am weird for… is getting off to that idea.
Don’t get me wrong… I don’t want her to do that to me. I just find the idea of her dealing with her enemies like that to be very arousing. I’ve always liked the idea of a powerful woman who would shirk all her morals to deal with her enemies.
Syrilblia: “Martin seems like such a basic villain… Maybe the secret is stupidly in his office?” I suggest.
Carna: “A splendid suggestion!” She praised with a clap.
Syrilblia: “…Why do I feel like you’re being sarcastic?” I reply with a slightly annoyed tone.
Carna: “Oh? You noticed? The you of before you returned to this time wouldn’t have noticed at all.” She said with a surprised tone.
Syrilblia: “…”
Fuck… I am probably completely compromised already. It’s like with every word out of Carna’s mouth, she is trying to get me to reveal that I am not actually Syrilblia at all. Does Marina know this?
If so… it might explain why she was okay with having sex with her own blood daughter. But… that is something to deal with later. For now, I need to focus on getting rid of anything in my way that would end my new life.
Carna: “Not even Marina is allowed inside of Martin’s office. Let alone any maids.” She informed.
Syrilblia: “Then… how do we get inside?” I reply with a thinking pose.
Carna: “Apart from the man himself, only you were allowed in his office.” She replied.
Syrilblia: “Great! Then I must have hidden a key somewhere.” I assume with an excited tone.
Carna: “That’s what both Marina and I assumed as well. The only problem is finding the key. You don’t have any memories of this time, after all.” She said with a sigh.
Syrilblia: “…”
Why didn’t I fucking reincarnate with Syrilblia’s memories!? All I have to go on is the novel, but it never detailed Syrilblia’s life at her estate. And it didn’t really detail much about her in general… The novel was in the POV of the protagonist, after all… Wait! Syrilblia was an idiot on the best of days!
Syrilblia: “Syrilblia… I mean… I was such an idiot back then. Knowing that, perhaps she… I hid it in a very obvious place?” I propose.
Carna: “Like what? Under her bed?” She replied with a scoff.
Syrilblia: “Absolutely.” I reply with a nod.
Carna: “…”
Following that train of thought, Carna and I went back to my room. The search went well, and we easily found the key to Martin’s office in a very easy to find spot. Not! Marina was in my room, sitting on the ground, smelling my panties while touching herself. I didn’t even wear those…
Marina: “…”
Syrilblia: “…”
Carna: “…”
Syrilblia: “I haven’t worn those yet, Mother.” I say with a deadpan tone and expression.
Marina: “I…” Her words wouldn’t come out.
Most people would think that Marina was a pervert. That is… assuming that you also ignore how she is lusting after her own daughter. A smell fetish isn’t really that bad. It could be something worse, such as… I would rather not bring up any odd fetishes…
With a smirk, I walked over to Marina, signaling Carna to leave the room. She did so, but with a groan that I found to be somewhat funny. Marina’s face was still beet red, clearly embarrassed greatly by us walking in on her doing such a thing.
Syrilblia: “Those haven’t been worn yet, Marina.” I repeat, but this time calling Marina by her name.
Marina: “…”
Syrilblia: “Wouldn’t you like a pair that I wore today? Here. Sorry, they are a little wet, as I got very aroused while eating you out this morning.” I say in a seductive tone while taking off my panties and handing them to her.
Marina: “…”
Marina stared at my used panties as if they were some regal, ancient treasure. Seeing her desire me like this… it was a very good thing for my ego. Marina started to sniff my panties, but she quickly stopped. Then she got up from the ground, where a small puddle of her love juices was left, and Marina walked over to the door, locking it tight.
Marina: “Why go for used panties when I have the real thing before me?” She said with a seductive tone after she walked back over to me and wrapped me in a hug, our breasts pressing together through our dresses.
Then she lowered herself and brought her head under my dress. It took no time at all for Marina to start licking my special garden, and she did it as if it was the greatest delicacy that she ever eaten.
The sex brain, as I will now call it, activated. Any idea about undoing my father went out the window, and I focused solely on Marina’s oddly skilled tongue lapping up my sex. Soon, my legs shuddered, and I let loose my love juices all over Marina’s cute face.
Syrilblia: “…”
No words could leave my mouth, as I was gasping for air. Is it because I was a virgin not that long ago? That would be a blatant lie, though. But it would be true if you consider me having sex with Marina, which was the first time I did so with actually giving consent to the other person involved, to be me giving away my virginity… Maybe it was.
Or maybe Marina was just amazing at pleasuring women. I don’t want to think back to those times, but none of them ever made me squirt like this before. I didn’t know that I could… Ah, I see. So this is true, real, and consensual pleasure, huh? How nice…
Popping out from my under my dress, her face was completely soaked, but Marina looked very happy. Her smile was radiant, as well as immensely arousing. Any reason left me at that point, and the only thing left on my mind was… how long would we have sex this time?…