The bedroom was dimly lit. I carried Air, who was almost naked save for her drawers, to the canopied bed. As I laid her down, she instinctively covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other. I began to undress as well, until only my underwear remained, and I faced her.
“Brother Hal, please read these documents on the side table before we begin,” Air said.
I looked at the sealed envelope on the silver tray. It bore a seal shaped like a rose petal, with a paper knife beside it. Carefully, I opened the envelope and took out the document. It detailed how to earn points.
According to the explanation, young prostitutes like Air were imprinted with a “special magic.” This was the “Rose Magic” Air called “Secret Rose.” It meant Air’s body was marked with rose imprints. These imprints were invisible for now, but they would appear when caressed or stimulated by a spanking rod.
The document stated there were three such imprints. When I returned home after our “session,” Madame Ishtar would ask about the color and location of the rose imprints. If I answered correctly, I would earn one point per imprint. Those like me who had maxed out their points or wished to do so could offset accumulated points for prizes like used underwear worn by the young prostitutes. This was a most interesting system.
For first-time clients, the prostitutes were limited to “servants.” Accumulating 10 points allowed them to choose a “maid,” and 100 points a “handmaid.” To choose a “Rose Sister,” one needed 1,000 accumulated points. Even visiting daily would take 334 days to reach a “Rose Bud,” an almost unimaginable prospect. This indicated the immense value of a “Rose Sister.”
Unlike “Rose Drop,” where the prostitutes’ outfits were the focus, “Rose Bud” treated their bodies as a canvas. I looked at Air’s naked body again, but no rose imprints were visible yet.
“Well then, Air, shall we make love?”
“Yes, Brother Hal… Be gentle… okay?”
As I announced the start of our intimacy, Air embraced me and pushed me onto the bed.
“Brother Hal, Brother Hal… Mmm… Mmm…”
“Air… so soft… and warm… Mmm… Mmm…”
Air wrapped her arms around my back, pressing her developing breasts against my chest, their soft, pleasant touch sending waves of sensation through me. I returned her embrace, and we kissed passionately on the bed, as if devouring each other.
“…Mmm… Mmh… Mmm…”
On the bed, we engaged in a playful struggle for position, our lips locked as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Her hot, sweet tongue met mine, and our saliva mingled. We greedily, competitively, swallowed the ambrosial mixture. This was a delightful game.
Though Air had shed tears when undressing, she now actively embraced me as our foreplay began. She was indeed the second daughter of “Rose Bud,” the premier establishment of this high-class brothel.
“…Mmm… Mmm… A-Air… my earlobe… Ah…”
After a while, Air pulled away and began to gently nip at my right earlobe. She then caressed my face with her alluring lips and tongue.
“…Air! Th-there… i-it’s… too much!! …Ah… Ah…”
Her exploration continued down my neck and shoulders, before she latched onto my right nipple. Bewildered by her exquisite tongue work, my nipple became erect.
“Air… now it’s my turn to return the favor.”
While I wanted to yield to her ministrations, I pinned her down on the bed and cupped her breasts in my hands, caressing them.
“Brother Hal, Air’s chest… it hurts… An… Ahhh…”
Air’s breasts, fitting perfectly into my palms, still felt firm, as if still growing. That was precisely what made them so good. This was a sensation only girls of her age could provide. I followed up by suckling her left nipple, which was not yet erect.
“H-hyan! Brother Hal, Air’s… Air’s… An… It tickles!!”
As I took her left nipple into my mouth and gently rolled it with my tongue, it gradually grew and became erect.
“Ahhh… Iyaan… Brother Hal, don’t suck on Air’s breasts like they’re producing breast milk!”
As I sucked on the erect nipple, mimicking how a baby nurses, Air screamed. While the act of a baby nursing could be sexually stimulating, for a girl who had not yet experienced menarche, even a young prostitute, the stimulus was too strong. When I released her nipple, her left breast, including the areola, was swollen and erect. Looking closer, I saw a rose bud emerging on the upper part of her right breast, which I had been caressing. The room was dimly lit, but it seemed the rose imprints glowed with phosphorescence. Examining further, I could see what appeared to be a stem and leaves. It seemed the “Rose Magic” treated the bodies of these young prostitutes as supports for a rose bush.
“Air, a rose bud has appeared on the upper part of your right breast… but I can’t tell its color?”
“Brother Hal… the location of the Secret Rose is kept secret even from us. It changes daily. And if you caress the rose bud, it will gradually bloom, allowing you to confirm its color.”
“Thank you for telling me, Air.”
“…Ah… Ahhn… Brother Hal, don’t suck!!”
Following Air’s advice, I passed my lips over the rose bud and suckled it—*Chu-uuu*. Our caresses resumed. Air, pinned beneath me, protested that my touch was too rough, but once started, I couldn’t stop. Occasionally, I’d pull away to check the state of the Secret Rose. As Air’s skin, white as fresh snow, flushed red, the rose bud unfurled, finally blossoming into a full flower. The Secret Rose on her right breast turned out to be a red rose. Furthermore, the caresses that caused the rose to bloom had also revealed stems and leaves around it.
“The first one was a red rose, Air.”
“That is good. …An… Ahhh… Th-there, you’re hurting me, Brother Hal… Please… go easy…”
With a sense of accomplishment, I resumed our foreplay. I caressed and massaged her breasts, searching for something akin to digging for ancient ruins, but found nothing. I shifted my attention downwards, my caresses following the rose stem. It had moved down towards her lower body.
Eventually, the rose stem reached her left side. This seemed to be a sensitive spot for Air, as she pleaded with me to be gentle. However, I had to be vigorous for the “Rose Magic” to react. Through caressing Air’s body, I was simultaneously learning the locations of her erogenous zones. My penis, concealed within my underwear, was on the verge of exploding due to Air’s adorable reactions.
“Air, I’m going to take off your drawers! I’m going to reveal all of Air’s secrets!”
“Ah… Finally… you will see everything about Air, Brother Hal…”
Air’s eyes welled with embarrassment, but I didn’t hesitate. I hooked my fingers into her drawers and pulled them down. The drawers had completely concealed her private parts, but gradually, her secrets were unveiled. Her plump mons pubis and the undulations of her groin, pressed between her pubic bones, were those of a girl not yet fully matured. Finally, the slit of her secret crack peeked out. Air, perhaps embarrassed, covered her face with her palms, which was somehow endearing. Her crotch area was completely smooth, with no baby hair in sight, suggesting it had been shaved. Despite her seemingly childish body, her clitoris emerged, and her labia parted slightly. It was possible that during her work, her clitoral hood had been peeled back, and her labia had become loose.
“…I’m embarrassed for Brother Hal to see… Eek!? Aaaahhh!!”
Compared to the childishness of her body, her private parts were surprisingly adult, making me curious about the “other hole.” When I shifted her into a “mangedori” position, Air let out a scream unlike that of a young prostitute. I then spread her legs as wide as they could go. Air’s long legs dangled like tendrils, her gluteal cleft widening to expose her anus. While she didn’t have an anal plug, it was coated with something like Vaseline infused with rose oil. When I pressed it with my fingertip, it felt squishy and surprisingly pleasant.
“Hey Air, is this hole also usable?”
“…Yes… Brother Hal. Most customers enjoy all four holes.”
“F-four, you mean…”
“My mouth, vagina, anus, and urethra opening.”
“Surely, even a pinky would be too tight for the urethra opening?”
“The drawers in the side table I showed you earlier contain various instruments. But… I don’t want Brother Hal to use them…”
I pulled open the drawer in the side table that Air had mentioned. Inside were a vaginal plug, an anal plug, a dildo, and other items, neatly arranged. The slender dildo, like a rod, might be for urethral use. And the tube next to it? Perhaps a catheter? If a catheter were inserted into the urethra opening, Air would be unable to stop her “holy water.” I saw instruments for dilating her “flesh pot,” but nothing that would damage her body, like piercings. Since Air, the young prostitute, was intimately involved with different clients every day, using instruments that could reduce her market value was likely forbidden.
“Well then, shall we resume searching for the Secret Rose, Air!”
“I believe Brother Hal would never do anything cruel to me… Ahh~n… Ann… Ah…”
The stem of the Secret Rose was visible on her left side, so I resumed my caresses.
“Wh-what! The stem is branching!”
Indeed, as I moved closer to her waist, the stem branched. One part seemed to continue downwards, while the other headed towards her buttocks. For now, I decided to investigate the stem going downwards.
“Brother Hal, Air, Air, that spot is sensitive, please… Ahh~n… D-don’t… Iyaan, it tickles… Hee… Yan… Ahahn…”
The stem of the Secret Rose reached her thigh and continued along the inner side. This, too, appeared to be a weak spot for Air. Her legs flailed—*bata-bata*—in reaction, producing alluring moans. It truly seemed that girls were instruments that played exquisite melodies, as Air’s reactions demonstrated.
“I found the second rose bud!”
“Brother Hal, I don’t like this position. Iyaan… Brother Hal… Ahahn… Stop it…”
The second rose bud appeared at the base of Air’s thigh, a particularly sensitive area. To continue my ministrations, I lifted Air, who had been lying on the bed, and bent her at the waist again into the “mangedori” position, spreading her legs wide. Air was reluctant, but this posture made it easier to caress the area near the rose bud on her left inner thigh. I brought my face close to her thigh and kissed it to announce the start of my caresses. Then, I sucked on her thigh, stimulating it, and Air reacted intensely. The area around the slit of her secret crack seemed to be lubricated as well, emitting the fragrance of the added rose oil.
Thank you for reading.
episode27-10 What Color Will the White Rose Be Dyed? ③ is scheduled for release on December 21st at 0:00.
