I Was Reincarnated as the Villain Who Confines the Heroine in an Eroge World, But for Some Reason I'm the One Getting Confined by the Heroine Instead - Chapter 15-16

Chapter 15: The Villain Ravaged by the Heroine

“Communication is supposed to happen between equals, you know.”

“Ask-kun?”

“Equals means both of us sitting in chairs, no handcuffs, eye level the same, and definitely no straddling.”

“…………”

“In other words, this isn’t communication at all. It’s totally unfair. It’s absurd. If I had to compare it to grapes—Shine Muscat, for example—”

“Want some grape juice?”

“Yes, please!”

A few hours had passed since our wrestling match.

After that kiss threw me completely off balance, she used the opening to restrain me again.

This time it wasn’t one pair of handcuffs but three.

One I could have broken, but three together were impossible to snap so easily.

And so I was locked up once more. I kept trying everything I could think of to start a real conversation, but nothing worked on Safira.

No matter how many times I asked why she was keeping me prisoner, all I got was the mystical answer “fate,” and I had no idea what to do with that.

Even if fate existed, it was supposed to be with Luxol, not me. Why was she so fixated on me?

I genuinely didn’t understand.

“Which grape do you want?”

“Merlot, please.”

That aside, if she was offering grape juice, I absolutely wanted some. Whether I was locked up or not had nothing to do with it.

“Oh, if it’s Merlot, could you pour it into a red-wine glass?”

“Which one is the red-wine glass?”

“The tall, tulip-shaped one.”

Safira frowned for a second as if she wasn’t sure, but she quickly picked the right glass and poured slowly.

The sound of liquid dripping and the rich grape aroma teased my senses. I started drooling without meaning to.

I sat up naturally and reached for the glass—only to be stopped just short by the handcuffs.

So close, yet just out of reach.

Safira watched me with an expression of pure bliss.

“Safira? I can’t move my hands…”

“I’m not taking the handcuffs off.”

“Then how am I supposed to drink…?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll feed it to you myself.”

She picked up the glass and gracefully sat down in front of me.

The gesture was refined; the wine glass suited her perfectly.

Yet her eyes burned with intense light, as if she were plotting something.

A bad feeling crept over me.

“I’ll feed it to you.”

She said it again, brought the glass to her lips, and took a sip.

The pale purple liquid tilted and wet her lips.

A sweet, rich scent spread through the air. I stared at her lips, and then I noticed them coming closer.

In that instant, I understood.

No way.

Safira’s eyes flicked toward me for a split second.

Oh no. The switch is fully on.

“Mmph—!”

The next moment, an electric jolt shot through me.

Grape juice flowed from her lips into my mouth.

Sweet, tart, soft, hot.

All kinds of feelings overwhelmed me, and my mind went blank. I couldn’t think anymore.

Through the juice, only her warmth, only her existence was being carved into me.

It was a mouth-to-mouth feed.

By the time I realized I was being fed grape juice from her lips, it was already too late.

“—⁉︎”

As the juice in my mouth decreased, her arms tightened around me harder. Sweet fragrance filled my nose, and our racing hearts overlapped perfectly.

Time lost all meaning.

It felt like forever passed before—

“N… haa…”

Our lips finally parted.

Safira’s cheeks were flushed, her breathing ragged. Her lips glistened faintly with grape juice.

“It’s… really rich.”

She wiped her mouth and smiled, happiness spilling from her face. For a moment it almost looked like she had committed some unforgivable crime.

“M-Merlot has a strong character.”

I barely managed to squeeze the words out.

“Want more?”

She asked with a beaming smile.

“N-No, no thanks.”

“There’s still some left in the glass?”

“No, really, I’m good.”

Honestly, I hadn’t even tasted the juice properly.

All that remained was the warmth of Safira’s lips and the scent of grapes.

Even expensive juice is pointless if you don’t drink it the right way.

The shape of the glass matters, and mouth-to-mouth is completely out of the question.

It’s supposed to be out of the question.

And yet…

As I stared at her wet lips, one thought filled my mind.

I would never, ever forget this.

There was no way I could ever forget.

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Chapter 16: Wine Is a Forbidden Drink

“Ask-kun, want some wine?”

“Huh? Is that okay?”

This came a little while after she fed me grape juice mouth-to-mouth.

I was still lying on the bed, handcuffs keeping me in place.

Safira looked down at me with a mischievous smile on her face.

“But aren’t we not supposed to drink until we’re adults—”

“Licking is totally safe!”

“I’m fine with it, but you’re not allowed, right?”

“Hehe. I never said anything about feeding it to you mouth-to-mouth. Were you hoping I would?”

She gave a provocative smile.

“That’s not—”

I had just been fed mouth-to-mouth moments ago, so the image popped into my head without thinking.

“That can wait until tomorrow. Anyway, about the wine…”

She leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

“Licking is totally safe, remember?”

Those words sank deep into my chest.

It was something we really shouldn’t do, yet her voice shook me all the same.

“…Yeah, licking alone should be fine.”

“I really mean just licking, okay?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Then I’ll get it ready right now.”

In the end, I couldn’t fight the desire.

I nodded eagerly, and she started preparing.

“Red wine! Pinot Noir, please!”

“Of course I have it.”

Safira happily pulled a bottle from the drawer.

“Hah—⁉︎”

It was the real thing. The stuff I had dreamed about.

My throat growled like an animal, and saliva flooded with saliva.

Want it want it want it want it want it want it want it want it want it want it want it want it want it.

“First we have to open it.”

She carefully pulled the cork and brought the bottle to her nose to check the aroma.

The way she inhaled was so sensual that I instinctively reached out—only to be stopped by the handcuffs again.

This level of torment was just cruel.

“…It smells wonderful. Completely different from grape juice.”

“Of course. It’s been fermented in oak barrels.”

“I see.”

She gave a vague little hum that sounded both interested and uninterested, then poured just a tiny bit of wine into a glass.

“Wine!”

I tried reaching again.

But she didn’t hand me the glass.

Instead she took out a small plate and slowly poured the wine onto it.

“…Safira?”

Something felt very wrong.

I had a worse feeling than when she fed me grape juice mouth-to-mouth.

As if to prove my hunch right, after staring at the plate for a moment,

She let the wine drip onto her own finger without hesitation.

Crimson liquid ran down her pale skin.

“Go ahead. Taste as much as you want.”

She held out her hand.

A drop that spilled from her finger landed on my cheek.

“Eh…?”

“What’s wrong? Licking is totally safe, remember?”

My brain couldn’t keep up.

What? What is this?

I had said licking was fine, but I meant licking wine from a glass—not licking it off her finger.

This was fatally wrong. It was an insult to wine itself and completely insane for a person.

And yet…

The rich scent rising from her finger made my reason waver.

The aroma of ripe fruit mixed with oak made my throat tighten with a loud gulp.

No. If I lick, it’s over.

I feel like I’ll lose something vitally human.

But wasting the wine would be a shame. Yes, a shame.

Letting it go to waste would be a loss for the world.

So wouldn’t it be better—for the wine—if I tasted it?

I made all sorts of excuses, gave up, and stared at the offered fingertip with half-lidded eyes.

Then I slowly brought my mouth closer.

“Nnh—”

The moment my tongue touched her finger, she let out a sweet moan, and the taste of alcohol spread across my tongue.

At the same time, a shiver ran through me.

It felt like I had lost something important. The sheer immorality of licking her finger drove me insane.

“Hehe, you look like a baby.”

Safira smiled in ecstasy.

Her voice was a mix of sweetness and madness.

“It tickles…”

Every time she whispered that in my ear, another piece of my sanity crumbled.

Even so, I couldn’t stop.

Once I knew this feeling, there was no going back.

“Want more?”

“…Yeah.”

I nodded, feeling utterly pathetic.

Safira smiled, slowly pulled her finger from my mouth.

A string of saliva glinted between us, and crushing regret hit me.

But the instant she dripped more wine onto her finger, that regret vanished.

“Nn…”

I chased her finger with my face and stretched out my tongue again.

I couldn’t even taste it properly anymore.

The heat of the alcohol, Safira’s body warmth, and overwhelming pleasure all mixed into a mess.

Reason and dignity melted away into nothing.

I just licked her finger like an animal, trying to wring out every drop she offered.

Maybe I wasn’t human anymore. I had become a creature that only followed instinct.

“More… give me more.”

“Any more would be too much.”

“But… this isn’t nearly enough…”

“I’ll feed it to you mouth-to-mouth once you’re an adult.”

“I want it now!”

“You really want to lick my fingers that badly?”

She looked at me as if I were hopeless, and shame crushed me.

I should have denied it instantly, but I was too pathetic to say anything.

“You’re so greedy, Ask-kun… But that’s all for today.”

Safira picked up the glass, smiled, and left the room.

All I could do was reach out uselessly and watch her back disappear.

Silence fell over the cabin.

Left behind, I could only stare at the ceiling and groan with regret.

“…This is bad.”

When I closed my eyes, I could still feel her finger and smell the wine.

The red liquid mixed with her warmth still lingered on my tongue.

“This is bad.”

I knew it was wrong. I knew it was unforgivable.

And yet I already craved that taste again.

It seemed my dignity had been irreparably destroyed.