The Transmigrator Doesn’t Dream of Being the Protagonist – Chapter 74

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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I looked down at Sepia, my heart pounding. She didn’t seem to be in her right mind.

She looked drunk, her lips slightly parted, a trickle of saliva escaping. She seemed completely defenseless.

“Sepia…”

“Heehee, it’s just you and me in this room.”

Sepia raised her hand, her movements languid and sensual. The potion had heightened her senses.

The curtains swayed closed, as if obeying her silent command.

“Ethan, come here! I’ll hold you.”

She crawled towards me on all fours and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her body was burning hot.

I gulped.

“It’s just the two of us… so let’s only think about each other.”

She whispered in my ear, her voice soft and seductive. Shivers ran down my spine.

Something soft and warm pressed against my back. I could smell the sweet scent of her sweat.

‘Forget about the others… Only look at me… I can give you everything…’

Sepia’s embrace was intoxicating. She was clearly under the influence of something, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused.

My fists clenched, my nails digging into my palms.

I was a man.

Of course, I was affected by her beauty and her seductive advances. But what would happen afterwards? What if she demanded I take responsibility?

I couldn’t.

And there was the whole arranged marriage plotline in the original story. I had plans to deal with that.

The original plot might have been derailed, but there were still things I had to protect.

Like Tesha becoming empress, and protecting the main characters from the demons.

“Heehee, Ethan, this is your chance. You can make me very happy.”

Sepia’s hand slipped inside my shirt, her soft laughter echoing in my ear.

I suddenly felt a surge of heat, my heart pounding, my mana circuits overloading.

I stood up abruptly.

My lower half throbbed painfully. I had never felt such an intense desire before.

I was aroused, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

The potion I had unknowingly consumed downstairs was taking effect.

It was only thanks to Sylvia’s training and the poison resistance I had built up that I was still able to maintain a semblance of control.

‘Both Vivian and Sepia were acting strange.’

My thoughts were fragmented. A wave of euphoria washed over me, like a pleasant drunkenness. My instincts were screaming.

‘Was I drugged? But how? Where? Who…?’

Thump.

I gritted my teeth and pushed Sepia away, my hands on her shoulders. She fell back onto the bed, surprised.

I wanted to give in, to pretend I didn’t know what was happening and take her.

Sepia’s eyes widened, a mixture of fear and anticipation in her gaze.

Her clothes were disheveled, revealing glimpses of her smooth, white skin.

‘Yes, Ethan. You’re in pain. Use me.’

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I wanted to surrender to my instincts, to take her roughly.

‘Damn… this potion is strong…’

The urge was overwhelming, almost violent.

I bit my lip hard, drawing blood.

The pain brought me back to my senses. Sepia was lying beneath me, her eyes glistening with tears.

I stumbled back. I had to regain control. I couldn’t do this.

My thoughts were fragmented, but I managed to pull a dagger from my shadow. And before I could lose myself completely, I pressed the blade against my arm.

‘Snap out of it! You have intermediate poison resistance, you idiot!’

The pain cleared my head.

[My lord! What are you doing?!]

[Lien, I’m not feeling well, so I’m going to sever the connection for a while.]

I broke the link with Lien. Sepia’s eyelids fluttered closed, her breathing even.

“What… what are you doing…?”

I left Sepia on the bed and tried to catch my breath.

I couldn’t go outside. I didn’t know what I might do.

I pressed the dagger against my arm again. The pain brought me back. I had lost track of time. I drank a potion, then repeated the process, trying to regain control.

‘I’ll endure it until the potion wears off.’

My poison resistance was the only thing keeping me sane.

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A faint metallic scent lingered in the air.

Sepia slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Ethan, leaning against the wall.

Ethan had intermediate poison resistance, while she had a naturally high tolerance to drugs due to her enhanced mana circuits. So, once she fell asleep, her body quickly purged the toxins.

Then she noticed other details. Ethan’s bleeding arm, the bloodstained dagger, his pained expression.

She felt like she was in a nightmare. Then her memories returned, and she sat up abruptly.

“Ethan? What are you doing?”

Sepia bit her lip. She remembered what had happened before she passed out, and her face flushed. But she quickly realized that they had been drugged.

‘Vivian… me… and Ethan too…’

And Ethan had been fighting the effects of the drug. He had been hurting himself to stay conscious. She had been confused at first, but now she understood.

‘Did he do that… because of me? To protect me…?’

Sepia stumbled towards Ethan.

‘Ethan’s poison resistance is only at the beginner level…’

He had been resisting the effects of the drug with his low-level poison resistance.

‘How much pain must he have been in…? How much willpower did that require…?’

Sepia’s voice trembled as she called out to him.

“Ethan… stop.”

But Ethan didn’t seem to hear her. He was lost in a haze.

She extended her hand, using her telekinesis to snatch the dagger from his grasp.

Sepia knelt before Ethan, her hand gently caressing his cheek.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

“Are… are you feeling better?”

“Yes, I feel much better after sleeping. You endured it well, Ethan. Now… it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Ethan’s unfocused eyes met hers.

Sepia didn’t want to take advantage of him while he was drugged.

‘But this is okay. It’s for Ethan.’

She was grateful that he hadn’t touched her while she was unconscious.

“Ethan, come sit down.”

Ethan, like an obedient puppy, sat down on the bed.

“I’ll heal your wounds first.”

Sepia pulled out a healing potion from her spatial pocket and applied it to Ethan’s arm.

She gently rubbed the potion into his skin. The wounds healed, leaving no scars.

“…Now, let me make you feel better.”

“Better?”

“We were poisoned. I’m fine now, but…”

It was probably a mental stimulant with aphrodisiac properties.

It wasn’t just arousal. It was pure lust.

“This is… a way to neutralize the poison.”

He would continue to suffer if she didn’t help him.

Sepia hesitated, then slowly removed her top, revealing her large, white breasts. She was confident she could subdue him if he tried anything.

Ethan was still under the influence of the drug, while she had mostly recovered.

So, she could be bold.

“Come here, Ethan. You’re just drugged. It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

Sepia gently pulled Ethan into her arms. He closed his eyes, resting his head against her chest.

It was warm and comforting.

Ethan instinctively reached for her breasts, like a child seeking its mother’s milk.

“Do… do you want to touch them?”

Ethan nodded and began to knead her breasts. Her nipples hardened.

His hands were rough, but warm.

“Ha…”

Sepia gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips. No one, aside from her maids, had ever touched her body before.

It was her first time being touched by a man.

As his touch grew bolder, Sepia’s eyes fluttered closed. The residual effects of the potion amplified the pleasure.

Her first orgasm washed over her, her body trembling. She gasped, lost in the afterglow.

Sepia gently unbuttoned Ethan’s pants, revealing his erect penis.

‘Is that… normal…? It’s so big…’

It was an intimidating size. Sepia tied her hair back with a ribbon.

She gulped, her eyes wide with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

A part of her wanted to stop. But she felt she owed it to Ethan, who had been so considerate.

“I heard this feels good.”

“…”

“It’s just the drug… It’s okay, right?”

Sepia knelt before Ethan, looking up at him. It was a strangely erotic pose.

Even though Ethan was barely conscious, she felt a surge of embarrassment.

Sepia took his penis into her mouth, her tongue slowly tracing its contours, swirling around the tip.

She lowered her head, taking him deeper, until she reached the base. Her movements were clumsy and inexperienced.

Slurp, slurp, slurp.

A strange taste filled her mouth, and she pulled back, spitting onto her hand. A sticky liquid coated her fingers.

‘Is this… semen…? It’s sticky and warm…’

It was pre-cum, but Sepia didn’t know that.

“Did you… Did you like it?”

Sepia looked up at Ethan. He didn’t seem satisfied.

“Ha… Do you want more?”

Ethan didn’t answer. He lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed. Sepia’s eyes widened, and she tried to use her telekinesis.

But Ethan easily resisted.

“W-wait! What are you doing?! Ethan, I’m scared!”

“Your breasts… I’m going to use your breasts…”

“What?”

Ethan climbed on top of her and cupped her breasts. They were large enough that he could barely hold them in his hands. Sepia finally understood what he was planning.

“Yes! You can… you can use them however you like…”

Ethan’s cock, slick with her saliva, nestled between her breasts.

He began to thrust, the rhythmic friction creating lewd squelching sounds.

Sepia’s face burned, and she covered her eyes with her hands. She could see Ethan’s indifferent gaze through the gaps between her fingers. She felt a twinge of shame, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

Ethan expertly teased her nipples as he continued thrusting. Her body was on fire.

“Ah… ha… ha… stop…”

Sepia moaned involuntarily. The potion had heightened her senses, turning her entire body into an erogenous zone.

“Ah… ha…”

Sepia climaxed, her body convulsing. Ethan felt himself nearing his peak as well.

A wave of semen erupted, coating Sepia’s neck and cleavage. If he were still her servant, she would never have tolerated such behavior.

The drug amplified the pleasure, making it far more intense than anything she had ever experienced.

Sepia touched the semen on her skin. It was warm and sticky.

‘Is this… what semen feels like…? It’s warm and sticky…’

Ethan, still aroused, pushed his cock between her breasts again, using his semen as lubrication. He resumed thrusting.

Sepia’s mind was clouded with pleasure, rational thought impossible.

Her eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure intensified.

She was drowning in sensation. Sepia’s thighs rubbed together, her toes curling. The thrusting grew faster, harder.

She surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

Squish, squish, squish.

The lewd sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Ethan groaned, his second orgasm building.

Another wave of semen erupted, coating Sepia’s breasts and neck. It was even more than before.

The color and scent were more intense.

It was so much that it splattered onto her face and lips. Her entire upper body was covered in his semen.

“Ethan… that’s… enough… okay?”

Sepia’s voice was a whimper. Ethan cupped her breasts again.

“I said stop…! Ah!”

“You said I could use them however I like…”

“Ah… yes… please… use them…”

Squish, squish, squish.

Sepia moaned as he resumed thrusting.

She smiled and stroked Ethan’s hair.

He had been hurting himself to resist the drug, while she had been clinging to him, lost in lust.

‘He’s so considerate… Ah!’

Sepia climaxed for the third time.

And then,

Ethan came again, his semen coating her breasts and neck. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted. Sepia was also lost in the afterglow.

She sat up, and a milky white liquid trickled down her body.

‘Did it feel that good…? Do men usually produce this much…?’

She couldn’t tell if it was the drug or if this was normal.

Sepia took a shower and returned, wiping Ethan’s body with a wet towel and dressing him.

She lay down beside him, looking at his peaceful, sleeping face.

“You’re mine, Ethan. I won’t give you to anyone else.”

There was no response. Sepia pulled Ethan closer, holding him tightly. She wanted to pretend that nothing had happened.

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