Vol 2 Chapter 19 – Don’t Keep Touching Me Like That!【Vol 2: The Cat-Eared Girl, Eclair】

And so, I tied Eclair to the bed with rope.

I secured her wrists, ankles, and torso to the bed, so she couldn’t even twist.

It was a pretty immoral setup, but unfortunately, I don’t have that kind of kink.

“Ugh… actually going through with it is nerve-racking.”

“Should I loosen it a bit?”

“…No. Leave it like this.”

She looked uneasy, but even so, she firmed her lips and declared it. She really hates to lose.

—Still.

I stole a glance at Eclair’s body lying on her back.

How should I put it… flat.

The line of her chest under the tunic ran almost parallel with the mattress.

Compared to Milfy, it was like mountains versus plains.

So being a beastkin doesn’t mean they’re all busty…

If I said that out loud, I’d probably get killed.

“What?”

“N-no, nothing. Okay, I’m going to check the sigil.”

I lifted Eclair’s tunic.

Below her nicely toned belly, there was a pink crest. Maybe because more days had passed since she was cursed, it looked darker than Milfy’s.

“The shape really is the same as Milfy’s… Okay, I’m going to start touching it.”

“If you’re going to do it, see it through. I don’t want to go through this embarrassment over and over.”

“Got it…”

Sighing at my demanding client, I put on the blindfold and earplugs.

Okay, I can’t see anything.

And my ears…

“Hey, are you really plugging your ears? You can’t hear me, right?”

I can’t hear anything.

These earplugs are pretty powerful.

“…Looks like he can’t hear. I’ll trust him for now.”

Alright, let’s begin.

I lowered my hand to where I’d just seen the sigil—Eclair’s belly.

“Mmm…”

The warmth of her skin spread across my palm.

Her skin was soft and fine, no less than Milfy’s.

I slowly stroked it.

“Ah… mm… ha… ah…”

Blinded and deafened, I had no idea how Eclair was reacting.

Not having to overthink it is actually a relief for me too.

“N-no, there… If you touch me like that… ah…”

Hmm. No method is coming to me.

Is the blindfold and earplugs messing with my concentration?

“W-wait… I-it’s too much, I’m feeling too much, go a little gentler…”

Let me try pressing a little harder.

“Eek?!”

I drew circles with my palm, carefully tracing the entire crest. Again and again.

“Ah, ah, aaah! No, you can’t! Don’t keep touching me like that!”

Oh?

When I touch here, something’s coming to me?

“Hyaah? Not there, stop! It feels too good—th-that’s where I feel it the most! Don’t touch there!”

Alright, let’s focus on that spot.

“Hyah aaaah?! Wh-why?! I said stop! No—take out the earplugs! Listen to me, listen! Ah! Ya! Hyah aaahn!”

Stroke, stroke. Stroke, stroke. Stroke, stroke. Stroke, stroke.

“Aaaaah?! N-no, I’m coming! I’m coming! No, stop! I’m going to come!”

Come on, come on…

Come to me, method of dispelling!

“No, nooo! Not in front of a guy like this! Ah—no, no, I—no moooore!!”

Finish!

“Hyaaaaaaaaaaan!!!”

Yes, got it!

“Ah… hyu… haah, haah, ha… ah… sniff… hi… kya… tha…”

Huh?

Hmm…

“…Ah, fuu… D-done?”

In the end, the only method that came to mind was injecting bodily fluids…

But that’s going to disappoint Eclair.

Come to think of it, I read somewhere that if you diligently continue the tactile diagnosis of a curse sigil, sometimes a second or third method of dispelling will surface.

…Okay.

“…?”

Let’s touch more.

“Higiiiiiiii?!”

You can’t give up on anything.

See it through to the end!

“Wh-why?! Why are you still going?!”

I’ll do my best, Eclair!

Please look forward to it!

“Stop, stop! I’m super sensitive right now! Anything more is absolutely not okay!”

Now, let me take that nice sweet spot from earlier and work it slowly, thoroughly, kneading it around…

“H-hyaaah— I told you that spot is no good! Please, have mercy! I’m gonna, I’m gonna die! Ahhii!”

I kind of felt Eclair’s body writhing and thrashing, but that had to be my imagination.

She told me to see it through to the end.

Rub, rub, rub, rub, rub.

“Kyafooo! Ah, ah! Again— it’s happening again! It’s even stronger than before— it’s rolling through me!!”

Alright, come on!!

Hryaah!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

…

……

…Ah.

No good.

Nothing came out.

That’s a shame… Telling Eclair is going to be rough.

But I can’t lie to her.

I took off the blindfold and earplugs and bowed my head to her.

“I’m sorry, Eclair. Looks like I couldn’t find anything other than injecting bodily fluids—eh?!”

In front of me, Eclair had ended up like an overturned frog.

“Ha… hih… a, heh…”

Her eyes were drenched with tears, her mouth a mess of drool.

Her limp body twitched with little spasms, and around the spot on the bed beneath her hips, some kind of unidentifiable fluid had soaked through.

“W-what happened, Eclair?! Who did something this awful to you?!”

Rage welled up at the culprit behind this atrocity.

What kind of incident happened while I was blindfolded?

Gasping for breath, Eclair let out a vanishingly small whisper.

“I… I’m gonna k-… you… you pervy monkey…”

I tilted my head.

“Why?”

Vol 2 Chapter 20 – …Fine. You Can Kiss Me【Vol 2: The Cat-Eared Girl, Eclair】

“So in the end, you didn’t find any method other than injecting bodily fluids?”

Milfy let out a small sigh and said it with regret.

The three of us sat facing each other at the table in Eclair’s house.

“After all that public humiliation… all for nothing. Seriously.”

“I-I’m sorry…”

“It’s not something you need to apologize for, Theo.”

As I hunched my shoulders, Milfy gently shook her head. A goddess…

“In reality, if that’s the only way, then it can’t be helped.”

“B-but… there’s no way I’m going to do anything lewd.”

“I understand. So let’s think together. For example—what about a kiss?”

“K—a k-kiss?”

Eclair’s cat ears perked upright.

“Saliva is a kind of bodily fluid too, right? Isn’t it, Theo?”

“Ah, y-yes… it is.”

When I kissed Milfy before—even just a little—the color of the sigil did fade.

“But the effect is weak.”

“Every little bit adds up. …What do you think, Eclair? Of course, we won’t force you.”

“U… um… but…”

Eclair’s eyes darted around as she clenched her fists tight.

Her fingers, knotted together on her lap, trembled slightly.

From that reaction, I understood.

She probably hadn’t kissed anyone before.

To give up something that precious—and with me, someone she hates—of course she’d resist.

Seeing Eclair struggle for an answer, I quietly spoke.

“No. Let’s keep looking for something else.”

I heard Eclair let out a small “Eh?”

“If I didn’t find a method through tactile diagnosis, that might be because I’m inexperienced. In that case, that’s on me.”

“Theo…”

“And I can’t make Eclair do something she doesn’t want.”

Because I was staring straight into Milfy’s eyes, I couldn’t see what kind of face Eclair was making.

But what floated to mind was the image of her back then.

Alone in her house, unable to call for help, comforting herself.

Unable to even go shopping, just standing there behind a tree.

I didn’t want to corner someone who couldn’t lean on anyone else. I absolutely wouldn’t.

Milfy looked surprised for a moment, then smiled softly.

“You’re right. It’s too early to give up.”

“Exactly! Oh—right, I’ll go to the library and tear through every book on curses I can find!”

Now that we’d decided, there was no time to dawdle. I was about to stand up—

“…It’s fine.”

My sleeve was gently tugged by Eclair.

“Huh?”

I blinked at her.

Her face was downcast, cheeks red like apples.

In a voice that could disappear at any moment, she said:

“…Fine. You can kiss me.”