Don’t Ask, It’ll Hurt If You Know - Chapter 63

It was because the open page contained something she had never seen before.

Imperial Year 775, December 7th. It was a diary entry from last December.

“It can’t be.”

The last diary entry of Bianca that Chloe remembered was from October of last year. Given that there wasn’t a single mention before then, it seemed she learned dark magic after that, but the memory of feeling frustrated because there were no other clues, let alone diary entries, was vivid.

Still, just in case, Chloe checked the previous pages of the diary. There was a lot of blank space between the page she was seeing for the first time and the last page she had checked. As if leaving the gap between October and December intentional.

Something is hidden.

In a situation chilling enough to send shivers down her spine, Chloe furrowed her brow but did not let go of the diary. Instead, she opened her eyes wide and examined it as if she would uncover every single secret.

However, there was no way she, who couldn’t sense mana, could find anything. That fact struck her sadly anew, and Chloe let out a sigh.

Putting that aside for now, she read the newly discovered diary entry to check what she could immediately.

[Today, the postman brought an invitation to the Rumonie.]

[……Seeing the invitation with my name on it, Stepmother got angry, asking if I had submitted an application without permission. Maria clicked her tongue, saying that b***h has finally gone crazy.]

Sometimes the host would send invitations first because they wanted to arrange a match, but mostly they accepted applications. The host would select families and individuals befitting the party’s status from among them and allow them to attend the Rumonie.

She recalled that since the Imperial Family was hosting this year’s Rumonie, the qualifications were even stricter.

Wait a moment. Then how did Bianca Lloyd attend the Rumonie?

[I said I never submitted an application either, but no one believed me. Asking who else would have done it if not me, Stepmother said lying children must be punished and told me not to eat anything but water for three days.]

Judging by the contents of the diary, it seemed that neither Bianca, nor the stepmother, nor anyone else had sent a participation application.

Even if someone had sent one, the Imperial Family would never have approved the participation of a mere Viscount’s daughter. Because the quality of the guests equals the quality of the party.

In fact, the people who attended this Rumonie were children of at least Count rank or higher.

But the fact that a Rumonie invitation came to Bianca meant that someone from the Imperial Family had invited her.

“Surely not the Crown Prince?”

Is that why the Crown Prince looked at Bianca strangely when they met in the tea room?

At the sudden question, Chloe wrinkled the bridge of her nose. If that were the case, it would mean the two had known each other for a long time…….

“It didn’t look like that, though.”

She didn’t know about Bianca, but the Crown Prince was definitely not acting like an acquaintance. If he had been close to her, they would have exchanged greetings like ‘long time no see’ or asked how each other had been, but they didn’t.

Rather, she felt a slight wariness and hostility. It also seemed like he looked at her pathetically.

But the Crown Prince invited Bianca to the Rumonie?

“That makes no sense.”

Chloe chuckled and shook her head.

If not the Crown Prince, who invited her? It couldn’t have been the Emperor. Was it the Empress? Or one of the four Imperial Consorts?

She didn’t know who invited Bianca to the Rumonie or for what purpose, but Chloe was certain it wasn’t with good intentions. That’s probably why they just sent the invitation without revealing their identity.

[……I want to participate in the Rumonie. I want to go meet the Prince.]

Despite her stepmother’s threat not to even dream of attending the Rumonie, Bianca did not give up. Her strong will to go see the Prince she loved enough to give her everything was contained intact within the diary.

[Attend the Rumonie and meet the Prince.]

Like the previous diary entries, Bianca’s bucket list was written in red letters at the very bottom of this entry as well. It was also the same that a black line was drawn through the fulfilled wish.

The question about the gap in pages resurfaced only after she finished reading the newly discovered diary entry. Chloe checked everything from the next page to the last page.

Although it was clean paper without a speck of ink, she had a strong hunch that Bianca’s diary was written here as well.

“I think I need to ask a mage about this part…….”

Since it might be related to dark magic, she needed to show it to a mage who was tight-lipped and trustworthy, but the problem was she didn’t know such a mage. She had absolutely no connections with the magic side.

If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn’t have fought with the Ministry of Magic guys…… I should have gotten along with them. Chloe closed Bianca’s diary with a belated sense of regret.

* * *

The first thing Chloe discovered as soon as she opened her eyes was a dark red rod. To exaggerate a little, an unidentified rod the size of a newborn baby’s forearm—no, slightly larger than that. With veins standing out, the rod looked somewhat grotesque.

What is this.

Chloe, puzzled, only realized it was Ian’s p***s after raising her gaze a bit more, and was appalled. Only inwardly, of course. As always, she couldn’t move even a single finger at will.

When she just sat still like a doll, Ian, perhaps frustrated, grabbed her chin and brought his p***s to her lips.

As he rubbed the wet glans against her lips like applying lipstick, her lips naturally parted. Not missing that gap, the p***s pushed deep into her mouth.

“Ah!”

It hadn’t even gone in halfway, but her mouth was full. Her cheek, poked by the tip, bulged out as if she were holding a candy. As he rubbed against it in that state, her cheek moved.

Her jaw, opened to its limit, ached as if it were about to dislocate, and saliva she couldn’t swallow trickled down the p***s.

Spit it out. Spit it out right now!

A silent scream burst out. This time too, regardless of her will, her hand fondled the dark red column, and her tongue licked the glans. Just as he had done once, she pursed her lips and sucked hard. Then, a fishy yet tart liquid came out from between the glans.

From above her head, a low, guttural sound mixed with static was heard. His thick thighs tensed up, muscles standing out. The touch stroking her head seemed to beg for more.

A little more. So that he can be happier.

That way, he won’t abandon me.

Like a person under hypnosis, the eyes looking at the dark red p***s grew slightly unfocused. The thought that she shouldn’t do this disappeared before she knew it, and only the thought of wanting to please him filled her mind.

Chloe massaged his p***s, which was too large to grasp with one hand, as if handling a toy, and diligently licked the column from the base to the tip with her tongue. The dark red flesh, quickly wet with saliva, glistened obscenely under the dim lighting.

“Ugh-”

Perhaps just sucking and licking was teasing, he grabbed Chloe’s hair and shoved his p***s deep into her mouth. It filled her narrow mouth tightly and dug into her throat. Whether it was just a feeling or not, the p***s seemed larger than at first.

“……!”

It was hard enough just holding it in her mouth, but the opponent bounced his hips and thrust wildly. As her breath caught and her mind snapped awake at the intense thrusting, Chloe’s eyes grew as wide as saucers.

Squelching sounds echoed obscenely. Every time the p***s, which had pulled out to the tip, dug into the deepest part in one go, her whole body felt like it was being ransacked. Nausea rose and it was painful, so Chloe’s eyes filled with tears. Some of them flowed down, wetting her cheeks and his p***s.

In the midst of this, her body, heated to the max, was hot. Her underwear had long been soaked wet. Getting aroused while sucking a friend’s p***s. Chloe didn’t want to believe it, but she squeezed her eyes shut in shame at the undeniable situation.

There was something making it harder for her than that, which was doing this kind of thing with a friend.

How am I supposed to look at Ian’s face from now on?

We’re friends, he and I are friends, but doing this……!

“……Friends?”

Suddenly, a scoff burst out above her head, and the p***s that had filled her mouth to the point of dislocating her jaw slid out. The member, covered in her saliva, hadn’t subsided in the slightest and held its head high.

“Cough, cough…….”

Only after the p***s that had tightly blocked her throat was removed could Chloe breathe properly, and she coughed dryly. She tried to steady her rough breathing. But there was no time for that.

Because the opponent grabbed her hair tightly and thrust his face close. Her vision was blurred by tears, but she clearly saw Ian’s face sneering at her.

“Do you really think we are friends, Chloe?”