(Chastity Reversed) I'm Sorry, My Lady. I Had Sex With Another Woman Again

I, Teresa Geminati, was extremely ugly like my mother. I had suffered due to being born with this appearance, to the extent that people would grimace upon meeting me for the first time.

However, I was never disliked by those around me.

…No, to be precise, I maneuvered to be liked. Or perhaps I should say, I guided others’ feelings to like me.

Because people almost always disliked me at first meeting.

“Teresa-san, good day to you!”

I first became aware of my special ability when I was 10 years old. It was when I’d met my fiancé for the first time and shook hands with him as he smiled.

“…!”

[Gross, this girl lol, she’s so fucking ugly lol]

The voice insulting and looking down on me at our first meeting echoed in my mind, and through our clasped right hands, his malice flowed into my body.

It was like a sludgy, sticky filth that climbed from my right hand toward my heart. The sensation was so unpleasant that I, with my limited vocabulary at the time, couldn’t express it in words.

“Ugh…!”

I spent the day with him, just enduring the rising nausea. If asked about the hardest day of my life, I would undoubtedly answer with THAT day that I had spent with him.

After he left, I vomited everything out from my stomach. The maid who was close enough to be called my friend rubbed my back to comfort me.

“Are you alright, Teresa-sama?”

[How disgusting… Give me a break]

But such malicious thoughts flowed from her, whom I thought was close to me, and I vomited again.

Even after the day ended and the next day came, I vomited again and again as I was forced to receive the negative emotions directed at me from those around me.

I was the daughter of the Demon Lord, the ruler of this country.

I would have undoubtedly been happy if I didn’t know how others felt about me, the color of their emotions.

For some reason, without even wishing for it myself, I had acquired such an unnecessary power—[the ability to read others’ emotions].

From then on, I desperately wanted to avoid being exposed to negative emotions. I worked hard not to be disliked by those around me.

I was careful not to touch others because if I did, I would be exposed to their negative emotions.

On top of that, in case I accidentally touched someone, I studied human psychology to be liked by others.

“Cindy-san, that outfit is lovely. As expected of the fashion leader…”

“Not at all! You’re flattering me too much!”

[Teresa-sama really understands! Being ugly is her only flaw! What a shame…]

“Haha…”

Whether it was an insignificant maid or a classmate with whom friendship had little meaning, I showered everyone with pleasantries.

Being disliked was very frightening.

Human beings could so easily harbor such negative emotions. I knew this terror intimately, quite literally.

So, I showered people I didn’t even like with pleasantries. Smiling, scolding, getting angry, wagging my tail, being humble, puffing out my chest.

Even though I truly had no autonomy, before I knew it, I had become the student council president of the academy.

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“Sigh, Mother says such selfish things…”

Abandoning the preparations for the upcoming sports festival, I headed to the training ground to investigate the butler who was suspected of being a spy.

‘There’s a somewhat suspicious guy, and it seems he’s at the academy right now, so look into it for me.’

I’d received such a sudden request last night.

Although I was a student, I was occasionally assigned missions by my mother, the Demon Lord.

I hadn’t told anyone about my ability… But Mother probably had a vague idea about this power.

Mother was too strong, so I couldn’t read her feelings with my ability, hence this was just speculation, but given the missions she assigned me, I think she knew.

Well, fine, Mother. I’ll handle it. A man who’s just good-looking is no match for me.

If he was a spy, he shouldn’t think he could deceive me. Because I had the power to see through the true feelings of those I touched. When he touched me, an extremely ugly person, he might be able to maintain his facial expression, but his heart wouldn’t be able to.

Whether he was innocent or guilty, discerning that would be an easy task.

“Is there anyone who can draw…!?”

“Such beauty can’t be expressed in a drawing…!”

“How about a ‘camera’ that came from the human country? They say it can capture exactly what you see… it’s expensive, though… Well, at worst, we can just steal one as the newspaper club…”

I headed to the training ground, passing by the painfully awkward trio who were whispering like black magic, looking at each other’s faces.

On the gravelly, leveled ground of the training ground, dozens of people had already gathered.

(…?)

But strangely, the group was silent, exchanging glances and keeping each other in check.

They formed a circle, and what was in the center couldn’t be discerned. What was going on?

Curious, I naturally bumped into a woman in a maid outfit who was on the outer edge of the circle.

[Eh!? What, that handsome butler!? Can I invite him to be my training partner? Is it safe to grope his chest under the guise of combat training!?]

“Ugh… what should I do, what should I do…”

(I see…)

It seemed that the cause of this commotion was in the center of the circle. And that person was probably Simon, the butler I was looking for. I stepped forward, cutting through the crowd.

“Will you let me through?”

“What, how rude… ah…”

[Trying to cut in line!? …Oh, the princess!?]

“P-please, please!!!”

“Hmph…”

Women who made way just because I was a princess.

Their bodies slightly touched mine, and feelings of tension and suppressed criticism flowed into my skin.

(…If you dislike it, then say so.)

I disliked such people.

I leisurely walked through the path created by these spineless people.

Several meters ahead was the only man in the place: a black-haired man in butler attire. This must be Simon, the man my mother had mentioned.

—However, this man.

(H-how beautiful…)

A man with the rare black hair and eyes in these parts of the land.

His face was overflowing with rugged masculinity.

Unlike the men of the demon country who were mocked for having smooth, egg-like skin, he had a handsome face that somehow evoked a sense of foreign exoticism.

Just looking at him made my chest tighten. Was it because I harbored a wish that could never be fulfilled for an ugly person like me—to have his heart?

He was that beautiful, even mystical. He was truly a man who could topple a country.

Even such an exaggerated description suited him. I was glad I could read people’s hearts.

Otherwise, I would have surely been captivated by his beauty.

“A-alright…”

I re-energized my spirit that was about to be captivated, looking straight at him. And with a determination to captivate him instead, I called out to him in a clear voice.

“Excuse me, can I have a moment?”

When I called out to him, the butler turned toward me with a puzzled expression.

Though he had a dignified face, his expression was straightforward, without any sense of malice or ulterior motives.

I felt contradictory emotions toward him: both feelings of [how cute] and caution thinking [he’s tough].

(Well, I’ll find out soon enough…)

In the end, I would know once I touched him. I somewhat forcefully invited him to be my training partner.

“You, you’re the one I want…”

I got more heated than I expected—was this the power of his charm? From others’ perspective, I probably looked quite creepy.

However, whether he was bottomlessly pure or had ulterior motives, he didn’t show any signs of dislike.

“Pleased to meet you.”

He naturally extended his hand, perhaps not knowing that I could read minds. Hmph… what a fool.

Well then, let me see into your heart.

“I’m Teresa. You might know me… Well, nice to meet you, Simon-kun.”

While throwing a light jab, I accepted his handshake.

The gloves I usually wore had been removed beforehand today. So with a handshake, I would understand everything.

His background, his true nature.

I firmly grasped his rough hand.

…Pyo? Pyo pyo pyo???

—And then, unable to endure the unknown sensation that flowed within me the moment I grasped it, from that sweet pleasure, just a little…

Just a tiny bit, I leaked. No, I sprayed.

…Perhaps.

Anyway, the emotion transmitted from his right hand directly violated my head. I was exposed to that strong stimulus.

The sudden invasion that resonated to my brain stem. I desperately tried to let go of his hand and distance myself. No, I tried to distance myself.

However, contrary to my rationality that sounded the alarm, centered on my right hand, I was being violated by his emotions, and my muddled right hand refused to let go of his hand against my will.

It was the first time.

For someone to have absolutely no negative feelings toward me, and even hold favorable emotions.

This emotion transmitted through my arm stimulated my brain stem sweetly while bouncing around in my head. It felt so good that I thought strange fluid might drip from all over my face.

(H-hii…♡)

Come to think of it, I hadn’t known.

I knew that when negative emotions were transmitted, it felt as creepy as having my mouth stuffed with sludge.

But until this moment today, I didn’t know that positive emotions could be so comfortable, like a campfire warming a soaking wet body, or like an oasis moistening a parched body, healing the old wounds of a heart damaged by malice.

(P-pyo~♡♡♡)

In the end, forgetting about my mission, I kept squeezing his right hand until I came back to my senses from the coldness of my wet crotch.