Stars in Her Eyes
Erina, and me.
“Ungh!”
At the sudden surge of pain, Erina's face twisted. But a moment later she let out a rough breath and looked up at me, staring into my eyes as if she wanted to swallow them whole.
....
Right now, in this moment, it felt like there were billions of stars inside Erina's eyes.
It was the sensation of something like a thin membrane of flesh caught against the tip of my glans.
I couldn't be entirely sure, but it seemed that while I had entered her, Erina's hymen hadn't actually torn — instead it had stretched elastically inward, pushed deeper along with my cock.
Rather than the two of us being fully connected, it felt like a single membrane — something Erina carried on her own, dedicated purely to contraception — was holding us apart.
I'll tear it properly for you.
I pulled out about halfway. Then I pushed back inside her body.
Thud.
“Aahh!”
“Are you okay?”
“Hooou...”
Erina closed her eyes again. Apparently the pain was bearable, because she never once told me to stop even though it clearly hurt. Instead of answering, she wrapped both arms around my neck.
Pull out. Then drive back in, again and again, at a steady rhythm.
Thwack. Squelch. Thud. Squelch. Thwack. Squelch. Thwack.
With every withdrawal and thrust, the sounds grew louder. The wetness and air inside her kept getting forced out, and an endless series of embarrassing noises wouldn't stop.
Thank goodness Erina wasn't embarrassed by the noise.
I hate to put it this way when she's been so good to me, but it sounded a little like the gurgle a sink drain makes when the last of the water finally goes down.
That comparison was one thing I would never tell her, no matter how close we got.
Perhaps something finally clicked for her, because midway through the thrusting, Erina clung to me and cried out.
“Aaah, so this is what it feels like! I get it now! Thank you, Master! Thank you for taking my first time!”
“I'm thankful too.”
It was the moment to catch my breath, so I gave only a short reply.
Then, on the next round, I kept pumping without pause, driving through roughly twenty strokes in a row.
Erina reacted like she'd gone mad. But at some point the pleasure began to outweigh the pain, and her moans gradually turned lewd — porn-actress lewd.
Slap. Slap. Squish. Slap. Slap. Squish.
At some point our bodies were both drenched in sweat.
The sounds of air and fluid escaping her had finally quieted, and now the slap of our flesh colliding filled the flower field.
No birdsong anymore, no wind brushing the grass, no sound of the stream.
Nothing but Erina's ragged breathing, and the sound of our sex — cock and cunt — slamming together.
“Ahh, ahh, it's good! So this is sex, this is sex.... Ahh, ahh! You're inside me, Master. It feels so good♡ Every day, I want to do it every day...”
Was it around now? I don't know.
Reality wasn't dramatic — there was no sudden tearing of the hymen, no sensation of my cock plunging dramatically deeper into her.
Erina probably wasn't thinking about her hymen in that moment either.
But when Erina flinched with a slight grimace, there came an instant — a single, certain moment — when I knew I had truly taken her virginity.
Suddenly curious, I paused to catch my breath and pulled out a little more than halfway, checking the surface of my shaft.
Erina's juices were smeared across it, mixed with a faint trace of blood.
So this was all it took for everyone to be that obsessed.
Even though I hadn't finished yet, a strange wave of disillusionment started creeping over me — about everything those people were so fixated on.
The images flickered through my mind: the slave auction in Stonefield, women paraded onto the stage, the lust-heavy stares of the countless plantation owners and spectators obsessed with the virginity check.
Over this one thin, worthless membrane, they had pulled extra silver from their wallets without hesitation.
By their standards, I had just committed an outrage — instantly shaving off nearly a full gold coin of the value of a super-premium virgin elf slave.
Thinking about it that way, a laugh slipped out of me.
Pfft.
“Why are you laughing? Am I funny?”
Erina must have caught the subtle shift in my expression; she made a puzzled face.
Erina's face right now was a mess — smeared with the sweat that had dripped from me while I thrust into her from above, mingled with her own.
The reason she actually looked prettier than usual was probably just the rose-tinted lenses of the moment.
“No, it's nothing. I was just thinking — what would have happened if I hadn't bought you at that auction.”
“Aaah! Don't imagine such scary things!”
Erina grabbed the back of my neck as if she refused to hear it and pushed herself up, and since I was still inside her, we naturally shifted into a seated position.
“Right now, no thinking about anything else — just focus on my pussy, Master♡”
Erina braced both feet against the ground, gripped my shoulders, and began bouncing up and down.
Cowgirl position.
She'd mastered the cowgirl on her very first time.
“Wait — this is your first? You're way too good at it.”
“You told me to just do what I want. My heart wants it, my body wants it, so that's what I'm doing.”
If that's the case, she's far too skilled.
To put it in trainee-idol terms: she'd just stepped into the practice room for the first time, played one dance video, watched it exactly once, and immediately memorized the whole choreography.
Erina had never seen a single one of the endlessly common porn videos of my old world.
Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap!
“Ungh! Ah!”
Once Erina took the lead, it was my turn to moan.
Delighted by my reaction, she bounced even harder on top of me.
Wanting to keep our point of contact from slipping apart, I searched for a handhold on her body and found one — I seized her two swaying breasts in a firm grip. They really were the perfect handles for the job.
Erina then leaned her upper body further forward, thrusting her chest out until it jiggled, so I could hold her breasts even tighter, even better.
I wanted to surrender as much control as she wanted, but alas, Erina's reign as the queen of sex didn't even last two full minutes.
“Haa... haa... haa.... This is hard work. It feels good, but my thighs.... my hips are pulling too much.”
“Let's work out together from now on. Our sex will get longer — and better.”
“Yes, we should! Master, you're really amazing!”
I laid Erina back down. Regrettable, but it was time to finish.
Thrusting hard and fast, nearly thirty strokes — I counted to fifteen and lost track.
With the wet smacking sounds, a stream of fluid finally came pouring from the seam of Erina's pussy around my pistoning cock, soaking the silver mat beneath us. And at last —
“Ugh!”
“Ah!”
!!!
“It's coming. It's coming out. It's so hot!”
Erina could feel my cum filling her womb to the brim, and she pressed the brand on her hand down hard.
It was her way of pushing her womb down even tighter, making it easier to catch every last drop of the semen pouring from my cock.
Hoo. Hoo. Hoo.
I came, fully. It was only one release, but I scraped together everything that had built up inside and emptied myself out.
“How was it?”
“Aaah... how do I even say it?”
I'd asked only a light question, but Erina lay beneath me, deep in thought.
Seemed she didn't want to give a casual answer to her first impression of such a rare experience.
Then, seeing that I didn't need any of it, she beamed and said,
“Master. Master Luciel.”
“Yes, Erina.”
“I love you.”
Was that her review? Sounded nice to me.
“Then... could you call me by my name again? Kim Jin-soo, Master Kim Jin-soo?”
“That's your real name from your homeland, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Kim... Jin...soo, Master. Thank you. And I truly love you.”
Clumsy, but brimming with love and sincerity, Erina spoke my Korean name to me.
“I love you too.”
“♡”
And so Erina and I stayed like that, cock and cunt still locked together, kissing for a long, long while.
*
“I overheard the slave sisters talking at the Stonefield slave market. They said that once you become a sex slave, if you can't properly satisfy your master or the guests you're offered to, you can be resold after being sold as a slave — resold again to a brothel. And then it's even more painful, even harder... It's such a hopeless thing that even if it's just a rumor, I couldn't not listen.”
That was her explanation for why she'd been so skilled despite being a virgin.
When you thought about it, the slave women's words weren't pure rumor. In wealthy households, women who failed to prove their value were occasionally resold that way.
But for slaves, resale almost never happened for that reason.
Resale to a brothel happened when they'd grown old, fallen sick, or been played with until every part of their body was worn out and ruined past the point of interest — reduced to an unrecoverable state. And the price then was often less than a tenth of what they'd originally fetched.
A truly disgraceful bargain.
“So what those sisters taught me all that time was...”
“I get it. You can stop there.”
Erina had apparently worried I might not believe she was a virgin after all, and she kept pouring out excuses until I waved her off.
The breeze had cooled the sweat on both of us, but there was no way I could walk back to the store with Erina's pussy left in this absolute wreck, so I took her hand, naked as the day we were born, and pulled her toward the stream.
“Are you sure it's okay not to bring our clothes?”
Erina was uneasy about the two of us walking out without a single thing — both bare as could be.
“Why? Worried someone might see?”
“Honestly, as a slave I don't care. But you, Master — you have status and a name here. Someone like you should really be wearing something...”
“Hmm, I don't think so~?”
“I mean it. Your body matters more to me than mine.”
What did she just say... So it's fine if I stay dressed and you stroll the village stark naked?
“This is the upper part of the stream. The washing spot is down below. The stream narrows here, so nobody comes up this far to do laundry.”
“I see... okay.”
Erina gripped my hand tightly and followed where I led.
I was right — there was nobody up here either.
When we reached the stream, I decided to wash Erina first.
Even during the short walk, the cum I'd left inside her had kept trickling from the seam of her pussy — not so much because I'd put in a huge amount, but because it had barely been any time since we finished, and Erina's hole was still stretched open, not yet fully closed.
“So this is... your cum, Master!”
Smack.
Only now did Erina dip her finger into the semen trailing down her inner thigh, carry it to her mouth, and roll it over her tongue, savoring it.
“That's filthy. Don't eat it.”
“I'm just tasting. I want to remember your flavor, Master.”
It must have been a mix of everything — virgin blood, arousal, a dozen fluids — yet Erina tasted it without the slightest disgust.
Then she drank from the clean stream water, replenishing what we'd lost during sex.
(I had taken in so much fluid during sex that I barely felt thirsty.)
The stream water was shockingly cold.
It had been a long time since I'd stripped down and washed outdoors like this.
Ever since my officetel had awakened, every shower had happened inside my own room.
I wet my hand with the stream water and slid my fingers deep into Erina's hole, scooping out my semen and her virgin blood from inside her.
She'd seemed to want to keep my cum inside her womb, and she looked a little disappointed about it.
But it was unhygienic, and left alone, she'd clearly just drip everywhere later.
“Now let me wash you, Master!”
Shivering — brrr, brrr, brrr — in the frigid water, Erina scrubbed my cock clean for me.
Halfway through, unable to help herself, she gave it one quick suck, then pressed her lips to the head with a little kiss.
“Goodbye for now, you. See you again soon. Anytime at all♡”
I was cold too, after so long. We were both freezing, so we gave each other one quick wipe-down with the stream water, hurried back to the mat we'd laid out in the flower field, spread our legs wide, and dried our bodies in the warm sun.
“We look just like two strips of dried meat, don't we? Hehe.”
Her joke about drying out her pussy had become reality, and apparently the sight of the two of us was too funny — Erina giggled and snickered, holding her pussy lips open with her hand.
“By the way, Master — that necklace around your neck.”
“This?”
“Is it something important to you? You never took it off, even during sex.”
“...It's a key.”
“A key?”
“The key to my room.”
“Oh, I see. It's awfully small for a key, though. Doesn't seem like something made around here.”
“It's not. It's something precious I must never lose — every bit as precious to me as you, Erina.”
“I see. Then you should take very good care of it.”
Erina nodded politely — perhaps realizing there was something I was keeping hidden.
“We still have time until dinner. Won't it be too early to head back?”
Pulling up the shoulder strap of the bra she'd put on, Erina asked me.
Apparently the first sex had been satisfying enough that she wanted to linger here and savor the afterglow a little longer.
“Hmm... if you're up for it, I thought we'd go see the Greenhill market together until dinnertime.”
“The market?!”
“Today's payday, and I have to stop by Master Craftsman Humson's anyway.”
“You had an important schedule today, and I didn't even know!”
“It's fine. We always leave around this time anyway.”
“Let's go!”
“I need to stop by the store first and grab a few things.”
I checked the watch on my wrist.
For whatever reason, my old world's watch didn't sync perfectly with this world's time, but if I kept adjusting it regularly, I could keep it within roughly thirty minutes. It was just an extra chore — having to recalibrate more often than I ever had to back home.
Since Humson wasn't running his own weapon sales operation at the moment, his workshop is what we call his forge these days.
The weapons Humson works are received every business day at eight o'clock sharp via the commercial courier.
Think of it as a courier and quick-delivery service rolled into one, back in my old world. The fees are steep, but as a longtime regular and a registered member of Greenhill's merchant guild, I get it for nearly half price.
Because of the courier service I didn't strictly need to visit Humson's workshop in person, but as business partners we had to stay in communication — so once a week, on payday Friday, I make the trip myself and hand him a pouch of coins with my own two hands.
“Um... but.”
“Hm?”
“Will it really be all right, me walking through the village streets so calmly? It was fine back there because hardly anyone goes...”
“What are you talking about?”
Erina suddenly looked worried, as if the thought had just struck her.
“I'm... a half-elf. And a slave, too...”
Erina said it with the expression of someone who had just spoken an enormous, forbidden word — something she should never, ever have said aloud.
At that, I snorted a laugh.
“Erina. Do you still think you're a slave?”
“You're such a kind master that I live like an ordinary person, but... I believe I have to remain a slave, no matter what. I'm not a fool. I did a lot of foolish things at first, but... that's the only way I survive. As long as Master Luciel owns me as a slave, nobody can hurt me.”
That part, I understood.
To have her safety guaranteed.
That was exactly why Erina still called me Master.
Ever since she'd arrived here, Erina had come close to being mistreated more than once. I had a certain standing in this village as a general store owner, so staying inside my sphere as a slave was safer for her than walking around with free-person status.
Besides, she switched to calling me Boss on her own whenever other customers were in the shop.
“Or... I could become Luciel's wife, and... ah — no, forget it!”
Erina let a piece of her heart slip out, caught my eye, and quickly ducked her head.
We'd slept together, but apparently she didn't think she had any right to dream of becoming my wife.
Even though I'd told her that if she had a baby, we'd raise it together.
Still, marriage talk was off the table for now.
That would be a proposal, after all. And if I brought it up, we'd spend all night talking about it and never make it to the market.
“You're scared of revealing you're a half-elf now, of all times? A third of the village has already met you.”
“Everyone who comes to the general store is kind. But in Greenhill's streets, there are people who discriminate against other races, aren't there?”
Hmm... well. I'd tested that myself beforehand, and it wasn't really a thing.
As I said before, Greenhill is a midpoint, a rest stop between the big cities. You run into other races passing through, using the shops and inns, all the time.
What exists isn't discrimination against other races so much as the usual clannish wariness of outsiders.
Gote the goblin excepted — goblins are classified as monsters to be hunted down and killed.
That's why Gote never leaves the store unless something truly extraordinary happens.
Having spent his childhood in a narrow, damp, pitch-black goblin den, Gote doesn't feel cooped up just because he can't go outside. Quite the opposite.
I reassured Erina.
“You really think so?”
“I'm certain. Not one villager who saw you ever paid special attention to your pointed ears.”
“Really? I wonder why... They're so obvious.”
You still haven't figured that out? What a dummy.
“That's because their eyes go somewhere else on you first.”
“...Somewhere else... Ah...!”
Erina failed to follow for a second, then realized that somewhere else meant her enormous breasts, and bowed her head in embarrassment.
“Anyway, don't be scared. You'll be with me. It's not outside the village — we're just walking around inside it.”
“Okay!”
With the worry lifted, Erina's face brightened.
Truthfully, she'd wanted to go out to the streets all along. She must have been desperately cooped up this whole time.
“Good heavens — did you two go swimming or something? Why are you both in this state?”
The moment we stepped inside the store, Gote took one look at the two of us soaked with stream water and hurried off to fetch two large towels.