I Became a Gallery Manager in Another World

Scribble, scribble─

“Haa… Terrace. I truly love you, but… I still find it hard to understand your preferences.”

Valentine, who had revised the contract as I requested, placed her seal on it.

“…I’m sorry, Valentine.”

“Don’t apologize. I didn’t say it expecting an apology. And don’t worry, I’ve come this far, so I don’t intend to back down.”

Having said that, Valentine handed me the contract.

“I’ve revised it from ‘the couple’ to ‘Terrace’ as per your condition. Is this satisfactory?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Tsk, then follow me.”

“Yes. From my perspective, the sooner we finish, the sooner you leave, which would be ideal. You didn’t come unprepared, did you?”

“Of course not…”

Naturally, I couldn’t appear in front of Her Highness the Princess without being properly prepared, so I had made sure to groom myself thoroughly…

Still, I didn’t expect to engage in this while the sun was still up.

“Hmph, you’re lucky. If you had come unprepared, I would have thrown you out for insulting the Princess.”

“Haha, Valentine, don’t be too harsh. Apologies. Given the situation, I hope you understand why I’m a bit sensitive.”

“Yes, I understand. After all, this is just part of the job.”

“Terrace, don’t be too kind to him. This is nothing more than a game I’ve prepared for you. He’s nothing but a tool.”

Valentine spoke coldly, as if she were reminding herself over and over again that this was not ‘sex’ but merely ‘masturbation’ using a tool.

Click─ click─

“You’re lucky. This is a secret room not well-known even within the royal palace.”

Following behind Valentine, I walked down the hallway for a while until we came across two doors.

They looked identical, but the color of the handles was different—one red, the other blue.

“This way. Come in.”

Upon entering the room with the red handle, I noticed a large mirror covering one wall and a bed placed in front of it.

“You will be engaging with me here.”

“…Here?”

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“It’s not a problem, but… there’s only a bed in the room.”

The room seemed designed specifically for intimacy, with nothing but a bed inside.

I wondered where Terrace was supposed to watch from.

“Oh, I’ll explain that. Ian, follow me.”

“Yes, Sir Terrace.”

Following Terrace’s lead, I entered the room with the blue handle and was greeted by an intriguing sight.

“…Sir Terrace, what is this?”

“Of course, you’re surprised. I had the same expression when I first entered this room.”

Through the glass window, I could see Valentine sitting on the bed with her arms crossed and a displeased look on her face.

“As you’ve probably figured out, this wall has a special ability. It allows you to hear and see what’s happening on the other side, but from the other side, it just looks like an ordinary mirror.”

“….”

Terrace’s explanation left me momentarily speechless.

‘He actually had a custom magic tool made and built an entire room just to watch his wife with another man?’

Terrace was far more dedicated to NTS (Netorase) than I had anticipated.

“Judging by your face, I can guess what you’re thinking, but it’s a misunderstanding. I didn’t create this. This room has been part of the royal palace for a long time.”

“Oh, I see.”

Upon hearing Terrace’s words, I realized that while the room was well-maintained, there were faint traces of its age.

‘Thank goodness. He’s not that crazy… Wait, hold on. Isn’t this a bigger issue?’

If this room was indeed created for the purpose I thought, then…

NTS wasn’t just a pastime for Terrace and Valentine—it was more like a tradition passed down within the royal family.

‘What kind of place is this Empire…?’

I could feel the deep, dark history of the royal family as much as I could sense the age of the room itself.

“I’m not doubting your skills, but you’ll likely feel more at ease knowing I’m not visible.”

“…Thank you. But earlier, you said the sound from here doesn’t carry to the other room. How will I know when to stop?”

“No need to worry. See that handle in the corner of the mirror? It’s connected to the other room. When I want you to stop, I’ll open the door, and that’s your cue.”

“Understood, Sir Terrace.”

“Oh, one last thing before we begin. You might think I have a twisted desire…”

“….”

“But just because I have these inclinations doesn’t mean I don’t love Valentine. In fact, it’s because I trust that no matter what pleasure she experiences, her feelings for me won’t change that I’m able to do this.”

The idea of entrusting one’s wife to another man was something I couldn’t fully understand, but it wasn’t something I could say out loud either.

“…I will keep that in mind.”

“Good. Then, as long as you don’t kiss or engage in unprotected sex, you can use ‘any method’ you like. Please make sure to satisfy Valentine.”

“I will do my best.”

At the same time, inside the room with the red handle.

As Valentine waited anxiously, she heard the door open.

“You’re late.”

“Apologies, I had something to check.”

“What were you doing without preparing in advance? Sigh… Never mind. Before we begin, come sit beside me. There’s something I need to say.”

Glance—

Valentine glanced toward the mirror, aware that Terrace would be on the other side, and then whispered softly into Ian’s ear.

“I’ll tell you this in advance. I am incapable of feeling sexual pleasure. No matter what you do, it will be of no use.”

“….?”

“What’s with that expression?”

“Nothing.”

“However, if I remain as still as a rock, Terrace won’t be pleased. So, I will do my best to act.”

“I understand. But why are you telling me this?”

“Hmph, isn’t it obvious? I don’t want you to mistakenly think you’ve satisfied me and start boasting. The one I want to please is not you, but my husband.”

Valentine scoffed lightly.

While Valentine was generally kind and treated everyone with the grace expected of a princess, for some reason, only sharp words seemed to come out when she spoke to Ian.

“Now, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“….”

Grip!

Without hesitation, as soon as permission was given, Ian reached out and grabbed Valentine’s chest.

“…Gasp?!♥”

Startled by Ian’s sudden touch, Valentine flinched and tried to pull away, but she endured it, reminding herself that this was for Terrace.

Squeeze— squeeze—

“Ugh…!..Could you…be a bit gentler?…It’s quite…painful…”

“Don’t worry. You’ll feel good soon. But I must say, you’re surprisingly soft. Perhaps it’s because you’ve been raised on the finest of things, Your Highness? Sir Terrace must be fortunate to touch such an exquisite chest every day.”

“You…you insolent tool… How dare you…speak to me…like that…!”

Valentine tried to issue a warning when Ian mentioned Terrace, but…

“Hngh?!♥”

The moment Ian’s fingers brushed her areola, a moan escaped from her lips.

“…Huh?”

Valentine’s face flushed with embarrassment as she inhaled sharply.

It wasn’t an act—this moan had come out naturally, something that had never happened to Valentine before.

“It’s alright. Didn’t I tell you? You’ll feel good soon. And it’s only natural to moan when you feel good.”

“Don’t…get the wrong idea! I didn’t feel good. I was just a bit surprised!”

As Valentine protested, Ian whispered softly in her ear.

“Your Highness, are you sure you want to say that? Didn’t you mention you were going to ‘act’ as if you were feeling good for Sir Terrace?”

“…You…!! Do as you wish!”

“Then I’ll continue as I please.”

Squeeze—!

“…Ugh..!♥..Y-You really…don’t know…how to hold back…♥Ugh!”

Valentine glanced down at Ian’s hands, which were roughly kneading her breasts as if they were clay.

His hands were much larger and rougher than Terrace’s, with thick veins bulging from the exertion of strength.

Clench—!

“…Ghh..!♥..Ah!…Ha..! Ugh!♥…Ngh…!♥”

Ian’s touch was far from gentle; it was rough and unrefined, not at all like how one would treat a princess’s body.

However, that touch delivered an intense stimulation Valentine had never experienced in her relationship with Terrace.

‘Wh-why?’

Valentine’s breathing quickened, her pupils trembling wildly.

She had never expected to let out genuine moans like this.

But that wasn’t all.

As Ian’s touch grew bolder, it felt as if a long-repressed instinct was awakening within her, swirling deep in her chest.

“Ha…!…Ugh..♥Hng!…You…bastard…♥”

“Now, shall we start taking off your clothes?”

“W-What?…T-Taking them off?”

“How else would we proceed if we don’t undress?”

The thought that she shouldn’t let him undress her filled her mind, but as Ian said, they couldn’t proceed without removing her clothes.

Slide— slide—

While Valentine hesitated, Ian had already skillfully begun undressing her.

“Oh, as expected, your nipples are standing at attention. They must have felt neglected since I didn’t touch them earlier.”

“Don’t…get cocky! Th-this is just a physiological reaction! It would’ve happened with anyone, not just you…”

Flick—!

“…Ghiiiik?!♥♥”

At that moment, Ian stimulated her nipples for the first time.

But instead of pulling or pinching them as Valentine had expected, he flicked them, as if giving them a playful tap.

“You’re even making such cute noises. It seems you quite enjoy having your nipples toyed with.”

“Ha…♥Ugh…!♥You…bastard…! How…dare…you…!♥Doing such vulgar things to me…!♥”

Valentine’s breathing grew ragged as conflicting feelings of pleasure and shame mingled together.

She tried to maintain her dignified posture by lifting her chin, but her disheveled silver hair and flushed lips betrayed her inner turmoil.

“Oh? Does that mean you’re a vulgar woman, Your Highness, since you’re enjoying these vulgar acts?”

“Ghh…!♥…You…Are you twisting my words?…I wasn’t…enjoying it!…Gah!♥”

Valentine bit her lower lip, trying to stifle her moans, but it was a futile effort.

As Ian began to earnestly tease her nipples, moans spilled continuously from her lips.

“…Ugh!♥ W-Wait…!♥Hold…on..!♥ How can a man…♥who calls himself a playboy…!♥Not know…♥how dangerous it is to pull…♥a woman’s nipples so hard…!♥If you keep pulling like that…♥My nipples…♥will…come off!♥”

“You’re trying to reach climax from just having your nipples touched by a man you’ve just met… Your Highness, you must have the talent of a prostitute. Or perhaps, you’re more suited to being a milk cow?”

“You…you bastard!..You keep crossing the line…! How dare you…say such things to me…! Ohhngggh!?!♥”

Valentine tried to act as if she was truly enraged, hoping to bring an end to this situation, but…

“Hah… Ugh..!♥ W-Wait!…♥I said…♥Wait!♥…I…I’m ordering you…♥This is…an order… Stop it..!♥”

As the waves of pleasure from Ian’s actions became stronger, Valentine found herself helplessly swept away like a tiny boat facing a massive wave about to engulf her.

“Have you already forgotten? Didn’t we change the contract conditions? I don’t stop unless Sir Terrace orders it.”

“Ghhh…!♥…F-Fine!♥…T-Terrace!♥…Ugh!♥…You’re hearing this, right?…Please…stop him♥…It’ll only take a moment!♥”

Valentine looked toward the mirror with desperate eyes, pleading for Terrace, but there was no response.

“T-Terrace?…Why…aren’t you answering, Terrace!…A-Answer me!!”

“Well, since it seems Sir Terrace has given permission…”

“Hah…Ugh..!♥…T-That can’t be…!!♥Ghh…! Ugh!…Terrace…why!♥…Ahhngg..♥No…please..!♥”

As Valentine’s panting reached its peak, Ian pulled both of her nipples simultaneously.

Squeeze—!

“────Ghiiik?!♥♥♥”

Thud-!

For the first time in her life, Valentine experienced a ‘climax,’ her eyes rolling back as her hips arched high into the air…

Fwoosh-!

At the same time, warm and sticky breast milk sprayed from Valentine’s nipples, drenching the back of Ian’s hand.