〈 Episode 68 〉The East Targets the West 14

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Sergen and I simply, passionately sought each other out. The absence of thoughts was the best direction to take my burden, and as if finding an excuse in Elisha's words, I embraced the beautiful woman in front of me.

"Haaaah..."

I can feel her pleasure. I might regret this moment. I hugged her with all my strength, as if I were falling off a cliff, trying to stop myself from collapsing.

[If you're not careful with women, something bad can happen to you.]

I don't know why I'm reminded of the drunkard's story, but I sympathize with him in that I can't help but fall for it. I pressed my lips to hers, as if trying to forget this filthy feeling of immorality.

"Haaaa..."

Her moan, barely above a whisper, echoes in my ear, and our tongues weave a thread. They tangle together, stretching as if they don't want to be cut off, and then they're cut off when Sergen steals her tongue for a taste.

"It's all my fault. Tir, there is nothing wrong with you."

Serghen says it as if to comfort me, but in the end, in the relationality of this moment, I am the only one who is at fault. She is at fault for knowing it, and Elisa is at fault for touching me, but I am the only one who is at fault in the first place.

"I'm the ugly one."

As I said it, I squeezed her breast. The softness of the flesh that threatens to slip away, the muscularity of her body against my fingertips, tightens my grip as if everything is wrong.

"Hmph..."

Serghen grabs my wringing hands with one hand, as if to comfort me, and climbs on top of me, slowly undoing my shirt. I'm naked, and he's on top of me, slowly flicking his tongue down my neck and across my chest.

"Did you shower?

I'd been drinking, and since it was the next day...I was worried that my body would smell funny. But she doesn't seem to care, pulling me into her, and I'm immobilized by her abundance of passion. It was different from Noelle's blue aura, red and burning, and it seemed to make my body heat up.

"Now...I think I can put it in."

Apparently, from my experience with Elisha, the women had been told that there was a necessary act of caressing beforehand. From the stories I'd heard in the slums, I knew that without it, women suffered greatly...

"You're wet.

Her petal-like little pussy was leaking a little water from her lower underwear. I don't know if it was her lust for conquest or the anticipation of the sexual act. She looked like a cheap whore, but I thought it was her passion, or the fact that she was as free and strong as her first impression. Maybe it was the fact that she was much thinner than she looked, with a well-defined figure.

"Hmph..."

Slowly and delicately, she touches her pussy and the pole that rises from beneath me, making contact. The feel of her soft flesh, along with the heat of her body between her thighs, hovers over my lower half.

"May I.

She was the beloved of the high Count of Sirtus, and I couldn't even get into the Rogue's Guild...though now that I'm a mana manipulator, I might be able to get in, but I'm just a beginner among beginners. Such a person was offered a knighthood as a servant by her, and now I'm sharing my bliss with her.

"Wait..."

"Why?"

Slowly, she asked, her breath coming in thin gasps as if to listen.

"Because I don't think a man like me is a good match for you."

It could be a soft rejection. It could have been a gentle rejection, but Serghen untied his red hair, letting his beautiful wavy locks fall like clouds in the wind.

"Enough."

"..."

With those words, I felt the petals become one with the pillar that Sergen had entered, the heat of her rapidly rising body inside me, the pressure of her pressing against the pillar here and there.

"Hah..."

A surge of pleasure and exhilaration washed over her like a tidal wave, the kind of feeling you don't think you can think.

"Hhhhhhhh!!!"

Her movements were stiff. Again, even though she seemed to need caressing, she acted as if she didn't need any movement from me, perhaps because of the conquering feeling of owning the object and the guilt that came with it.

"So...this is what it feels like."

I could sense her newness in those words.

"You can barely give a first to something like me?"

I asked her, barely able to raise my upper body. Lowering her head slightly, Sergen smiled.

"My membrane was torn in training...but it was a first. And don't worry, I've long since decided that I'd rather spend the night with a man I like."

As she reassures me, her movements become excited. The amount of water leaking from inside her increases as she becomes more and more stimulated, and her moans increase accordingly.

A high-pitched moan erupts from her, and I slowly grab her outer thighs and rock against her waist.

"Hmph! Hmph!"

With her moans of pleasure, I raise my upper body, eventually ending up in a hug position with her facing me. I'm sitting on the bed, and she's sitting on top of me, hugging me, wiggling her hips, and I'm taking the heat of her burning body underneath me as it is.

"Ha!!!"

For even more sensation, as if in motion, she rapidly rocks her hips like a ewe in heat. Her body is so strong, all I can do is hug her. My shyness was gone, and between lustful moans and gyrations, I stroked the back of her neck and her hair.

"Hot, but soft.

Like her hair, she was hot, but she was just as soft. The water below pulsed naturally within her petals as she squeezed with all her might.

"Hmph, hmph, hmmph, hmmph..."

Another pass, more wetness down below, and I slowly lowered myself onto her. Eventually, I was on top of her, and I slowly rocked my hips.

"I...hmmm!!!"

She responds with a humping motion as she tries to stand up, as if she wants to take the lead. I'm not that experienced in sex, and Elisa is the only one I've ever had it with, but I slowly return the favor, as if I'm more used to it than she is.

"Ha-ha! Hmmmm! No! Mmmmm!"

Originally, she may have wanted to take the lead and project authority as the boss, or as the older sister, who I knew was a bit older. But now, I just felt like a beautiful fire spirit beneath me, flirting with me.

"I'd like to enjoy myself, too."

I smiled and ruffled Sergen's hair. Maybe it was the way she moved as if she were in charge that endeared her to me. I wondered if I'd been like that with Elisa the first time.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!"

Intoxicated by the sensation, she spread her thighs, her cheeks red with embarrassment at being reduced to the submissive position of a bitch. With the scent of flowers in the air, I slowly lifted my load again, targeting her more tender spot.

"Hmph! Hmph!"

I must have found the right spot, because her moans intensified. Perhaps signaling that I shouldn't move any further, she wrapped her hands around my back and began to hug me. Ever the knight, I could feel her voluptuous breasts, trapped in their compression bandages, against my chest, and I shifted my hips impatiently, thrusting harder against her petals.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph, go away!!!"

Harder, as if begging for it, she pulled me closer, and it fueled my desire to conquer. Harder and harder, she and I became one, and I was speeding toward climax without realizing it.

"I...come..."

I thought I could hold it in, but then I felt the sensation of coming. It would have been okay to pull out, but the excitement of having sex with her made me move harder and harder.

"No...

It's okay if I pull out now. I try to pull out with that thought, but her spread legs wrap around my waist.

"Wrap me..."

I'm drawn in by the words. I remembered the drunkard's story about his nose being on point.

"No...

My cock slammed into Serghen's leg with more force than I could muster, and I felt the blood rush and Anastasia.

'Foot! Foot!

She must have felt the cum leaking out of me, because she pinned me down with her arms and legs, matching my movements to get out.

"Haaaa..."

My shaft slowly withdrawing, accompanied by her moans. At the end of it was a load of leaking cum that would surely serve as evidence.

"Take care of yourself, chambermaid."

He smiles and cupped my cheek, as if to tease me. She speaks as if my embarrassment and immobility were all an act. The groan I felt and groaned when I saw her excited breathing was the truth, but she had planned this accident.

"...What...should I do?"

If you have sex with a girl, you get a kid. Of course, she'd heard there was a chance of that, but there was a chance she'd get pregnant if she fucked him properly like this. A soft moan escaped her.

"Yeah..."

This was the moment when my damn thing cursed.

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