Duchess Rosalind lingered outside the door a moment too long. Daisy heard it in the silence, in that careful breath, in the pause of a mother remembering her daughter was no longer a child.
Daisy and Joji were both twenty-one now, and that changed the meaning of a closed door.
Then came the knock, gentle as a plea.
"Daisy. May I enter?"
"Come in," Daisy said, her voice worn thin.
The door opened, and the duchess stepped inside with a Rank 4 Monsignor behind her, a female Priest Job that specialized in healing.
In Primeria, inheritances and job manuals rarely discriminated by gender. If a person had the talent, then man or woman alike could prove suitable.
The monsignor went straight to Joji, her hands already glowing with the faint holy light of restoration.
The radiance drove the heat from his bruises, while small cuts pulled shut and vanished as though they had never been there.
She lifted him upright, tugged his shirt aside, and ran practiced fingers over his ribs and back.
A moment later, she looked to the duchess and gave a small nod.
Duchess Rosalind let out a breath that seemed to have been trapped in her chest since the yard.
"Thanks, Jane. Sorry for bothering your sleep," the duchess said.
"Thank you, Aunt Jane. Sorry to trouble you," Daisy said, taking the woman's hand.
"Do not mention it. You are lucky I would do this for free," Priest Jane replied.
Then Jane glanced at Joji and leaned close to Daisy's ear.
"Just do not go getting knocked up yet, alright?"
"Aunt, what are you saying?" Daisy squeaked, squirming as shyness took her all at once.
"Daisy, you are a grown woman now," Rosalind said softly. "Jane is right. Look at Joji. He is built like a breeding bull, near as large as the Head Knight."
Daisy's face turned red as an apple. At once, she started pushing both women toward the door.
"Mother, Aunt, out. Stop teasing me already. Joji's not like that at all," she said.
Joji heard every word, and his nose flared on instinct.
Luckily, his face was buried deep in Daisy's pillows where he lay on his stomach.
When he heard the door click shut, he took a slow breath.
Daisy's scent still lingered in the air. He was no lovestruck fool, yet for some reason, Daisy was exactly his type, even by the standards he had carried from Earth.
In his mind, she was already someone worth holding on to.
She was gentle, dutiful, loyal, and still possessed a kind of innocent softness he found hard to look away from.
For all his years in the adult industry, Joji had always had a weakness for women like that.
Then Sir Engine came back to mind, and Joji's mood soured.
Yes, it had helped him. There was no denying that. It had taken over, made him look impressive, restored his name, and carried him through a moment he could not have survived alone.
But the price still felt too steep. One lost chance at life in exchange for that display.
Still, without Sir Engine, he would never have earned that reputation at all.
'Well, at least I got this pretty fiancé,' he thought.
Then, while Daisy was not looking, Joji began clicking through the interface in secret.
He wanted to be sure he was not mistaking his own desire for one of the system's missions, so he checked the task again.
{First Mission of Sir Risqué}
{A true gentleman draws out a lady's hidden truth with gentle patience, not by force.}
{Your betrothed, Daisy Everhart, has been unwell. Something within her has swollen and grown hot, and shame has bound her tongue.}
{Learn what she truly wants, what she truly needs. Make her feel safe enough to speak plainly, not wrapped in polite lies, nor concealed behind easy shrugs.}
{Time's bound: Two sunrises and two sundown}
{Penalty: A gentleman who cannot master so small a trifle has no need of what proclaims him a sir. Forfeit one of your family jewels down there.}
After reading it, Joji acted at once. He checked every dent and loosened strap in his broken armor, then shrugged the whole thing off in one motion.
After that, he shifted on the bed as if only trying to get comfortable, then eased himself closer and curled against Daisy from behind.
He drew in a quiet breath and caught her scent. Joji gave a small nod to himself.
"A bit like lemon and cream," he murmured.
Daisy said nothing, but the tips of her ears turned red.
Joji felt himself getting too hard and too excited. This Daisy right here was a lamb, and he was the big bad wolf who was about to pounce.
Instead of tucking his boner away, Joji poked her back with it.
He hugged her even closer to his chest. He wanted her to feel every bit of his desire.
"We have been engaged since we were young, Daisy," Joji said softly. "Do you hate me?"
"Why should I? You already gave up your future just to stay with me," Daisy said, holding to Joji's arm.
Joji suddenly remembered Daisy in his arms as they fled the academy. The memory was still blurred at the edges, but he could tell it had been one of the turning points of their lives.
Then another feeling rose in him, firm and unfamiliar in its certainty.
To protect Daisy.
The thought settled deep, and with it came the strange sense that some weight had slipped from his shoulders.
There were only a few things Joji truly hated in life, and one of them was being forced into a path he did not choose.
Knowing her liking to Daisy wasn't from this original Joji, he started to like the new life even more. Still, the first thing he needed to do is erase the past Joji on her mind.
He wanted to replace that with his own character. He didn't like to pretend like someone who was on some novel and acted like they needed to be on guard all the time.
"Daisy, I been wanting to tell you something," he said quietly. "I know we ain't really talked much, but I want to change that."
"H-How do you plan to do that then?" Daisy asked, now feeling fluttery in her stomach.
"I'm not gonna lie to you," Joji said. "From here on out, I'm being straight with you. All the way."
Daisy thought she had to be dreaming and pinched her leg just to be sure.
Those were not words Joji would normally say, not even on his deathbed.
"Can you do it?" Joji asked.
"Just for you, I will," she said, and held him tighter.
Not wanting the moment to lose its heat, Joji rose and dimmed the bright chandelier.
He left only a single candle burning on the far table, its flame flickering and casting soft, restless light across the bed.
In that shifting glow, Daisy's heartbeat slowly found a new rhythm, quicker now, softer too.
Joji drew her closer, firm in his hold, then bent to her ear.
"Let us take off our clothes just for this night," Joji whispered.
Daisy felt her heart leap out of her chest. She froze up because no one had taught her what to do next.
Joji was eager to devour the young woman right in front of him. He started unbuttoning her silk top.
Daisy did not fight back. She only clutched his arm like she wanted a hand to guide her through the dark.
He pulled her top away and her breasts laid bare to him. Joji cupped one with his hand and gave it a firm squeeze.
Daisy clamped her legs together. She did not know what this feeling was yet.
When Joji pulled her pajama pants away, he was surprised.
There was no hair between her legs. There was only a bald thin slit dripping with her clear love juices.
"Jo-Joji. Do not look. It is dirty," Daisy said.
She tried to cover her private parts with her hands.
Joji did not mind her shame. He simply pushed her hands away and spread her legs to look.
A slight look of resignation crossed his face. He knew he would not fit into her yet.
This would take time to prepare. He looked down at his dick.
It was much bigger than his old one, which was already nine inches.
This was a twelve. It was a thick and veiny slab of muscle.
For the first time, Joji felt the burden of his own size.
He would have to be patient. He knew Daisy belonged to him, and she was not going anywhere.
Joji put Daisy above him and let their intimate organs touch.
Daisy covered her face with her hands. She had been reading novels and thought the stories were true.
Her face twitched on its own. She did not want Joji to see her break down from the pleasure.
But this was exactly what Joji wanted to see.
"Put down your hands. I do not like you covering yourself," Joji demanded.
His hips started moving. The friction was lubricated by Daisy's natural juices and became a pleasant grind.
Daisy had never felt such pleasure before. Joji pulled her naked body close and took her lips.
Daisy was extremely happy because she had finally been noticed.
Her heart felt light, as if a knife had been pulled from it.
Joji slid between her legs faster. Her legs closed on their own. Joji knew she was close.
"Does it feel good?" Joji asked. Daisy nodded. She became more forward with him.
"Aren't you supposed to put it inside?" Daisy asked.
She shamelessly reminded Joji because she wanted him to rush it all in.
"Daisy, you are too small right now. Believe me. I know what I am doing," Joji said.
Daisy nodded. Joji then savored Daisy's breast. His mouth sucked hard as if milk might suddenly be let out.
Daisy hugged Joji's head while he humped her pussy.
"Joji, I suddenly want to pee," Daisy said with anxiety.
"Just let it out," Joji said.
He went harder while he caressed her all over. Daisy started pulsing. Something gently splashed out of her pussy.
Joji was not focused on finishing his own round just yet.
Joji moved down the bed. He ignored the sheets and focused entirely on her. He put his tongue on Daisy's pussy with a steady pressure.
"That. That's so good," Daisy said, eyes closed, her voice already shivering.
His hands moved with a purpose. One hand played with her clitoris, and the other tried to go inside.
He was weakening the chastity wall she had reserved for him alone.
"Joji, something is coming out again," Daisy said.
Her toes curled. A suppressed moan slipped past her lips while her body twisted. Her hand clutched the sheets.
The soft splash from earlier was gone. Now it was a heavy squirt.
Joji's face dripped with Daisy's love after the powerful release.
He did not flinch or pull away. He simply wiped the moisture from his eyes with the back of his hand.
Joji felt her insides tremble in a pleasant spasm. Joji got creative with his aura.
He remembered the toys back on Earth that women loved. He started twitching his hand.
With expertise, he let his finger bone contain that aura. A small hum started that made the vibration he wanted.
Joji used his weight to pin Daisy by the abdomen. She was trapped against the bed.
"What are you doing, Joji?" she gasped.
He responded by pressing his humming hand against her bald slit. The aura vibration sent her mind into total darkness.
She tried to arch her spine to escape the heat, but Joji kept her pinned down. He was too strong for her to move. Her throat roared with the throes of pleasure as she lost control.
"My thoughts are slipping. Stop it," she cried out.
Joji watched her face and saw the peak approaching. He pulled his hand away.
"What? Why?" Daisy screamed.
Her mouth could not keep up with the frustration of her body. She was desperate for the finish he had stolen.
"I told you to be honest, Daisy. A few minutes in and you have already broken it," Joji said.
He spoke with a voice that feigned heartbreak.
"One chance. Tell me what you want. Now."
Daisy felt the cold void where the heat had been.
"I... I want that," Daisy blurted out, answering far too quickly for her own pride.
Her face flushed at once, but she did not look away.
"I want you to hold me again. Please, Joji. Please."
She looked at him with eyes that were wide and pleading.
The big bad wolf had finally made the lamb beg.
Joji started again. He was slow and teasing. He watched Daisy as she started to want him and got hooked on the pleasure.
At first, she looked frustrated by how slow Joji was going. He would make it fast but then slow down again.
Joji spotted the gap in her defenses. He moved with a sudden and violent speed. He pushed his hand to the very limit of what his muscles could endure.
Daisy's eyes rolled back. Her hands clutched at her hair.
"Oh Lord. Lord. Joji. I can't. I can't," she cried.
A gush went out. Daisy's body spasmed. She could not stop coming.
Joji pressed his hand harder against her. His fingers sloshed against Daisy's juices as she continued to gush.
The sound of the friction filled the small space between them.
Daisy started shouting in pleasure as her mind finally fractured.
Joji did not slow his pace or show any mercy. He kept the pressure constant and the rhythm relentless.
He did not stop until the light left her eyes and unconsciousness claimed her.
She went limp in the bed arms like a doll.