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Chapter 43: Marissa’s Soliloquy ❤
🕑 Added 2025-03-07 15:19:42 +0000 UTC“Hiro… I’m not playing right now. This is important,” Luna said as Hiro poked her cheek.
Hiro had chosen Parallel Thought as his level-up reward, allowing him to observe both Luna and Cecile simultaneously.
She was packing her things and studying the neighboring nation of Mutual. Hiro, however, had little interest in such matters. All he cared about was his hosts. National interests were completely out of his league. Still, one of his hosts was a princess, so he pretended to care.
“Do we really need to worry about them?” Hiro muttered to himself. Now that Litmus had him, the kingdom no longer depended on outside imports for essential resources. He could provide them with as much iron or other materials as they needed. Nevertheless, Rebecca’s homeland threatened war against Litmus, and many people were concerned.
Seeing that Luna didn’t want to play with him, Hiro shifted his consciousness to Marissa.
There, a tall beauty stood before her. She had ample curves, and her blonde hair cascaded down her back like a river. Her eyes carried a strong will, exuding confidence. She looked like a model.
Hiro immediately recoiled. She had the aura of a successful woman—someone completely out of his comfort zone. Her attitude reminded him of his mother back on Earth where waves of complaints came out of her mouth every time they met. A wave of PTSD hit him as memories resurfaced of being scolded by her during his NEET days.
“Greetings, Leafa,” Marissa said, offering a polite smile.
Hiro didn’t sense any hostility from her, but there was a hint of nervousness in Marissa's voice. That only made him more guarded.
“Greetings, Marissa. I see you’ve been climbing the ranks despite being level one,” Leafa remarked.
“I’m hardly a warrior, Leafa. Even though I’m cured, I’m still a bit unsteady on my feet. So, I chose to become a mayor. This boring job suits me better,” she said with a smile.
“I see. May I see your symbiote?” Leafa asked.
“Sure. Hiro?” Marissa knocked on her stomach, and Hiro slithered out.
“So, your name is Hiro, isn’t it? Too bad stealing someone else’s symbiote is a crime. I’m sure you’d prefer me over her, right, Hiro?” Leafa stroked his tentacle with a bewitching smile.
She was undeniably gorgeous, but Hiro didn’t like her attitude. If she really wanted to be his host, he promised to make her moan with his aphrodisiac.
“I see. You wish to claim Hiro’s lineage, correct? May I have a word with you for a moment?” Marissa interjected.
“Did you know? All noble sons and daughters are supposed to have a fair chance to claim Hiro’s lineage, Marissa. By taking Hiro from your three knights, you’ve violated that law,” Leafa stated.
“Hiro chose me,” Marissa replied sharply, her body suddenly tensing.
“That’s good. Thanks to him, you’re able to fulfill your duty as Duke Daneswald’s daughter, right? I never liked how the other nobles scorned you just because you were an invalid. All nobles must do their duty, after all. If they can't support on the frontlines, they can do so with paper. Being an invalid means nothing.”
Hiro tilted his head. That last sentence made her seem less villainous in his eyes. She came across as a strict, results-driven woman rather than someone malicious.
“Yes, it’s all thanks to him that I managed to escape that hell. I agree wholeheartedly, Leafa,” Marissa said, relaxing. Anyone who praised Hiro was a good person in her book.
“Hiro seems like a symbiote that proliferates often. Hiro, please make me your host, okay?”
“I was just about to discuss that with you.” Marissa then closed the door to her office.
Leafa frowned, puzzled by her actions. Marissa had been about to reveal that Hiro could proliferate at will. However, before she could speak, an insistent knock came at the door.
“Lady Marissa, there are documents for you to sign. Also, we need to prepare Lady Leafa’s bedroom. Should I have the maids escort her there? I thought it would be best for Lady Leafa to rest before discussing the symbiote matter,” the minister announced from the hallway.
Marissa sighed and opened the door.
“I’ll come to your room later,” Marissa whispered before sighing and accepting the document the minister had brought her.
Late into the night, Marissa arrived at Leafa’s room and knocked on the door. After a few minutes, Leafa finally answered.
Hiro was surprised—her face hadn’t changed much from earlier in the day. Women in his era often looked drastically different due to makeup, but Leafa had only applied a light touch. If not for her lipstick, he wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference at all.
“What?” Leafa asked, her tone far less polite than it had been in the afternoon. “It’s almost midnight. It’s improper for a lady to be awake at such an hour.”
“I want to talk to you about Hiro.”
“It’s late. I want to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning,” Leafa replied curtly before shutting the door.
"Wait... I suppose I am rude after all. I thought we could bond better during the night." Marissa was too accustomed to having a girl's talk with Nana and Cecile in the night and playing with Hiro. Marissa didn’t press the issue. With another sigh, she returned to her own room.
“Ah… I made a mistake. I thought we could get closer. She seemed like a nice girl.” Marissa said as she returned to her room.
Disappointed, she locked the door and settled into bed, curling up in Hiro’s embrace. She had hoped to have a friendly chat about Hiro, maybe even a heart-to-heart between noblewomen.
Sensing her mood, Hiro poked her cheek in an attempt to comfort her. Marissa smiled and kissed him. In response, Hiro gently caressed her head, making her squirm in delight. She hugged him tightly, treating him like a body pillow, while he slithered onto her neck.
Marissa’s hand moved to the strap of her nightgown, but Hiro stopped her. Instead, he cupped her breasts, playing with them over her clothes.
“Hn…❤” Marissa moaned softly.
Hiro started at her toes, entwining his tentacle around her foot before slowly trailing up to her thigh. She responded more intensely to gentle caresses, so he made sure to touch her tenderly.
“Harder… You can do whatever you want…” Marissa whispered, her voice breathless with desire.
But Hiro tilted his head in confusion. Through sense-sharing, he could feel her emotions—she was lying.
“Hn…❤” Marissa squirmed as Hiro slid her panties off. But instead of going further, he slithered up and wrapped himself around her body beneath her nightgown. One tentacle caressed her back from below, while another slid in from the top, tracing her stomach.
Marissa arched her back as she felt Hiro’s tentacle massaging her. “Master! Ravish me. Treat me as your toy.”
Hiro was confused. She clearly felt it more if Hiro went slow, so why did she ask to be ravished? Hiro had assumed that all girls wanted to experience as much pleasure as possible. Nana and Cecile were like that. While Cecile was shy, she clearly enjoyed it if Hiro hit her pleasure spot.
But Marissa wasn’t like that. She wanted to serve Hiro as well. She felt guilty when she received such pleasure from Hiro and gave nothing in return, so she asked to be punished. She asked Him to ravish her, to do her as much as he liked. Such a mentality was beyond the Sense Sharing skill that Hiro had.
“Well, maybe it was a quirk that she developed when watching Nana’s play.” Hiro surmised. Using another tentacle, Hiro started to lift Marissa's Nightgown, revealing her thigh, stomach, and the two bountiful mountains that lay across her white skin. Now that her body was in full view, Hiro could play with the squishy flesh that lay before him.
He kneaded them and Marissa squirmed as she felt the pleasure rushing towards her. She kissed his tentacle in a stupor. Hiro knew everything about her. There is no way she can last long under Hiro’s assault.
“Hah… ❤Hah… ❤I am a sinful lady…” Marissa moaned as she began moving her waist, rubbing her crotch to Hiro’s tentacle. She hated it when she yearned for Hiro this much. Her body took over her will as she pleasured herself using Hiro’s tentacle. The feelers on his tentacle further heightened her pleasure. It hit her right where she felt it.
“AH!” Hiro slipped inside her. The pleasure shot through her, but she didn’t climax. Marissa was no longer a girl that could climax with a single thrust and Hiro knew that.
Hiro smirked as he knew Marissa felt it. However, like always, to enhance her pleasure, Hiro opted not to let her climax, stewing her in the pleasure of his tentacle assault. His tentacle slithered on her round butt and her bountiful breast. Wrapping them and kneading them while the tentacle inside her was as still as dead meat, not letting her get more pleasure than she was allowed to have.
“Hah…❤ Hngg… Hiroo… No…❤ this is…❤ “ Marissa began to drool as Hiro continued his caress. The pleasure began to overwhelm her reason. She was about to beg for Hiro’s tentacle but she held herself.
She knew Hiro wanted her to beg, but that’s not the point. She felt herself becoming a more and more selfish woman every time she begged Hiro to do her and such a fact frustrated her. Nevertheless, it didn’t take long for Marissa to succumb, and beg him for his tentacle. Marissa knew that she had lost ever since Hiro do her in the carriage. She realized she would never be able to win against this tentacle.
“Master…❤ Please…❤ I will do anything…” Marissa begged. When she begged, sometimes Hiro let her cum immediately, sometimes Hiro let her cook for a few more minutes. She didn’t know. The heat building inside her was getting frustrating and she wanted to let it out.
Hiro then extended her feeler inside her womb. At first, Marissa didn’t feel it as her senses were drowned by the pleasure from the outside. But once Hiro was getting bolder, her body jumped as she squirted her love juice.
“No❤. please… don’t drink such filthy water…” Marissa moaned as her love juice kept pouring out. She tried to hold it in, but when she tightened her crotch, Hiro started to thrust in and out of her hole, sending bursts of pleasure right through her brain.
“Ahh! Ah!!❤ Hah!!❤ No!! This is too much! Cumming!!” Marissa moaned loudly, declaring her climax as Hiro thrust his tentacle. Her body trembled as The feelers on his tentacle rubbed against Marissa's most precious spo, sending waves and waves of pleasure.
After another climax, the next one was looming right before her. Marissa could hardly breathe as she felt the pleasure rush to her brain like a tsunami. The pleasure kept building up, and even when she climaxed, it didn’t go down as Hiro stimulated her further on her breast, clit, and thigh.
Hiro knew all of her weak points. He still had her ears, mouth, and nape to ravish. Moreover, instead of feelers, he could also make bumps and hooks on his tentacle. The night was still young for Marissa and he wanted to savor every last bit of her debauched face.
“Ah!!❤ Cumming again! Hiroo…❤ I am finished. Please, don’t torture me anymore. I am becoming stupid. I am becoming selfish… No… This is too good…❤ Igh!” Marissa moaned as Hiro changed his gear. The feelers were bolder at caressing her and she moaned again, arching her back as another wave of climax hit her.
“Heh…❤ Heh… heh..” Marissa’s body twitched in the lingering afterglow long after Hiro had finished ravishing her. Once again, her body had succumbed to pleasure. Instead of servicing him, Marissa was once again subjected to pleasure as Hiro caressed all of her important parts.
She had already forgotten everything about Leafa at this point as she licked and kissed Hiro’s tentacle as her last sign of servitude toward him.
Her heart and body were already his, she promised that she would do everything for him. However, Hiro didn't want that. Hiro wanted to serve her instead. Marissa didn't know this and thus, she kept blaming herself for her weak mentality.
