Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 7: The Decisiveness Most Men Lack With Women (R-18)

Chapter 7: The Decisiveness Most Men Lack With Women (R-18)

Duchess Rosalind lingered outside the door a beat too long.

Daisy heard it in the silence, the careful breath, the pause that meant a mother remembering her child was not a child anymore.

Daisy and Joji were both twenty one, and that changed what a threshold meant.

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 slipped inside with the healers at her back.

They did not waste time on courtesies.

One of them went straight to Joji, hands already glowing with faint holy light of healing.

The radiance chased the heat of bruises. Small cuts tightened, then vanished as if they had never been.

Another healer pulled Joji upright, tugged his shirt, and ran practiced fingers over ribs and back.

Then he looked to the duchess with a nod. Rosalind exhaled like she had been holding her breath since the yard.

"I thank you for your service. You may take your rest now," she said.

The healers bowed and withdrew.

Rosalind’s gaze moved to Daisy. She did not say much. She did not need to.

Her eyes did the talking. They lingered too long on her daughter’s face, on Joji, whom she had wiped clean herself.

On the ruined sheets Daisy had changed herself, and on the faint tremble she tried to hide in her hands.

"Daisy, your a grown woman now," she said. "Call the maids if you need anything."

Duchess Rosalind closed the door behind Daisy with care and went.

Joji felt better, body oddly light, as if the night had been scrubbed out of his muscles.

Still, he did not move right away. This was Daisy’s room. Daisy’s bed. Daisy’s scent in the air.

His mind drifted back to the system, to the cold words and the spare lives. Anger rose, then dulled.

’I lost one chance.’ The thought came bitter. Then another followed, quieter.

’If I did not have Sir System, there wouldn’t be a list of chance at all.’

Joji let it settle, dropped his eyes, and checked his progress on the missions.

{The Risqué Sir’s First Mission.}

{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: Three sunrises and three nights.}

{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.}

"Jo-Joji?" Daisy asked softly, catching the frown on his face. "Are you awake?"

Joji pulled her close. For a while there was only breathing and the faint night sounds beyond the walls.

"We have been engaged since we were young, Daisy. Do you hate me?" Joji asked.

"Why should I, Joji? Have you some reason to ask it of me?" she asked, the question slipping out before she could mask her surprise.

Joji thought the original owner of the body was an ass.

Daisy had been dropping hints through the memory he had integrated, and the man was like a rock to this pretty woman.

So Joji thought hard about his words while his eyes

Joji weighed his words while his gaze drifted over Daisy.

He brushed his fingers through her chestnut brown hair, long and wavy, thick curls spilling over her shoulders.

Straight bangs sat neat across her brow. He caught one stray curl and tucked it back, careful.

Her skin looked fair and luminous in the light, warmed by a flush in her cheeks.

Her hazel brown eyes were glossy, a little dazed, as if her thoughts were half a step behind the moment.

Rosalind Everhart crossed his mind, the stepmom that one may think it was Daisy’s twin.

That was a different knot. This was about him and Daisy.

Daisy let Joji touch her, leaning into it, hungry for the attention. She wanted him to take her now, and her heart prayed he would not stop.

"I’m too proud of myself," Joji said. "I want to change, Daisy. I want you now. Not later. Not someday."

Daisy’s heartbeat lurched hard against him. This was it.

The heat that plagued her and stole her sleep was back, the one she could not understand.

Joji felt the tension in her, the way she tried to suppress it as the heat built.

"Daisy, I know it’s abrupt," he said, quiet. "But I want us to start. I want you to know I’m serious about you."

"H-How do you plan to do that then?" Daisy asked, now feeling fluttery in her stomach.

"I will not lie to you from now on," Joji said. "I will be honest. All the way. I won’t play stubborn. Let’s talk more."

Daisy felt she saw dreaming and pinched her legs. This were words Joji wouldn’t normally say even if he died.

"Can you do it?"

"Yes. Yes. I can do that," she said and hugged Joji.

Not wanting the pace to slow, Joji stood and set the bright chandelier to rest.

He left a candle on the far table, flickering and throwing soft light across the bed in restless little waves.

In that shifting glow, Daisy’s heartbeat found its rhythm again, quicker now.

Joji hugged her closer, firm, then brought his face to her ear and whispered.

"Daisy, let’s play a game," he whispered. "I ask you a question, then you after I do. We both have to be honest. You start."

Daisy lay still for a breath, thinking hard, like a girl trying to pick the right answer on an exam.

Then she asked, careful as a mouse at a cat’s dish.

"What is your favorite food?"

Joji almost laughed. Not at her, not cruelly, but the question was so small it felt like a child’s hand offered in the dark.

She was keeping herself safe. A well-bred lady did not leap first. Not in this house, not in this age.

"Pasta," he said. "My turn."

He snugged closer until his mouth was near her ear, close enough that his breath warmed her skin.

Daisy’s arms tightened around him without meaning to.

"Daisy," he murmured, slow and deliberate, "this is my question. Lend me your hand. I’ll let you touch something."

Joji dragged Daisy’s hands from in front of her. Their faces now next to each other. Then Joji put a sleeping mask on Daisy’s eyes.

"Daisy, don’t take it off. Trust me. I’m not playing."

Daisy nodded, her teeth subconsciously biting her lips, fighting the urge of her mind to stray to fantasies of lust.

Joji stood by the bedside, took Daisy’s left hand, and let her brush what represented him as a man.

Daisy felt the bulge. It was thick and veiny. It was nothing like anything she had felt before.

She tried to grab it harder, and Joji groaned.

"What is this, Joji?" Daisy asked nervously.

"Promise me first you won’t yelp or make a scene, alright?"

Daisy nodded and pulled off the blindfold. Beside her, Joji wore nothing but his skin.

Muscle stood out, a chiseled eight-pack across his belly.

Now she felt it again. She always felt hot and bothered when she thought of Joji.

She had been feeling it for a while now, but this time it pooled low, between her legs.

Joji tugged at her pink pajamas, then tossed them aside with her linen underwear that failed to cover the moist underneath.

Daisy let him take the lead, her eyes closed.

There Joji saw short brunette sprouts. The lips puckered tightly it hid the pink deep. Joji then rubbed it with his thing.

"Daisy... you never even touched yourself before? Its... Small..."

She shook her head and buried her face in a pillow.

She stared, stunned and ashamed, while Joji rubbed his rod circling around her clit.

Joji didn’t force it, but used his hand to rub at her entrance, where no man had ever touched except him.

He drew his manhood back. White stringing clung as between their intimate organs.

Joji spread the forbidden lips gently. He kissed the small bulb, then began to suck gently.

Daisy felt a new pleasure she had never felt before. Then Joji switched to a wide tongue.

Seeing that she enjoyed it, Joji massaged the entrance.

He let a finger slip in slightly, feeling his way until it reached where the chastity was kept.

"Joji I feel like something happening. Like I want to pee."

"Does it feel good?"

Joji used both hands, one high, one low, careful and deliberate.

For now he kept to what she would allow, not reaching for anything farther down the ass.

Daisy’s toes curled. A suppressed moan slipped past her lips as her body twisted. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Her hand clutched the sheets as her back arched.

Joji’s hands pressed harder, too fast. Daisy’s mind went to the sky in that very moment.

Daisy swallowed the words before they could form.

Her head gave a small shake, not quite a no, more a fight to steady herself, yet her hips still pressed closer to his touch.

"Joji... Joji," she managed, but he did not stop.

"Joji. My head is light... My thoughts are slipping away. Stop."

Joji saw she was about to release. He stopped.

"What? Why?"

"I told you to be honest, Daisy. A few minutes in, and you’ve already broken it."

"I... I’m sorry, Joji," Daisy whispered. "I was ashamed... and I did not know how to say it."

"One chance. Tell me what you want."

Daisy bit her lip. She knew Joji was making her choose now.

Thinking she could lose Joji and the pleasure with him, she changed her tune.

"I... I want it," Daisy admitted, hardly above a breath. "I want you to touch me again."

Joji didn’t delay. He lifted her legs up and started with his finger again.

Then he spat, wetting her chaste hole.

"If I hear a sound or see you move, you’re in for a punishment."

Joji started again, slow. The pleasure rose hard and Daisy let herself sink into it.

Every place he touched in her forbidden lips sent another wave through her.

For a moment, she even felt loved.

A small moan slipped from her lips as she came, quiet.

"Didn’t I say you would be punished?"

Joji took her pajamas fromf the floor and tied her hands on the bed.

"Joji let me rest, I suddenly felt drained."

Joji did not let her pull away. He moved as fast as he could. Two hands, one touch.

It was no caress. His fingers met flesh in quick, relentless pulses.

Daisy’s eyes rolled back. Her hands clutched at her hair.

Joji felt her hips jerk beneath him, making her come again.

Joji wanted to see more, and she chose to continue.

Daisy bit down on a pillow, clearly holding back something.

"I... I think I’m likely to wet myself. Stop, please."

Joji was deaf to everything in that moment. He did not stop.

"Oh, Lord in heaven, Joji, I can’t... I can’t."

A gush went out. Daisy’s body spasmed. She couldn’t stop coming.

Joji pushed her harder. His hands did not mind the gush.

"Jo, Jo, Joji. Stop."

Joji’s hands sloshed against Daisy’s juices.

Daisy sprayed higher. her body spasmed wildly.