Marianne Noona's Secret Training #03
Marianne noona was a powerhouse. A born apex predator. She possessed a strength that felt as though it had been sent down to embody the very concept of absurdity itself. Even in the battle where Crown Prince Richard lost his life, noona never faltered. She was the one who survived until the very end of the final battle in the original story—the one that ended with the hero Kaien's defeat—and witnessed the Demon King's descent. She was the living incarnation of a hero straight out of the legends sung by bards.
“Haa...! Haa...!”
Yet that same Marianne noona was now trembling right in front of me. As if she could already sense the future where she would be devoured by a male like me.
‘This feels like I’ve already taken my pants off completely.’
The thin tights shorts did nothing to hide the shape of my cock. Even a quick glance downward revealed its full outline, the pulsing veins, and the distinct shape of the glans. Of course, I could also clearly see the axe scar on noona’s chest and her erect nipples, but she was so completely mesmerized by my cock that she hadn’t noticed her own exposure at all. There was no shame to savor.
‘By the way, how long is noona planning to keep staring at my dick like that?’
Watching her gawk at my cock was entertaining, but my desires were already screaming for the next step. The only reason I could still hold back from pouncing on her right now was thanks to my recent lovers satisfying both my heart and my body. But I wasn’t some saint who could keep rejecting a feast laid out right before my eyes.
“Noona. Shall we move on to the next pose?”
“H-huh? Oh, right? Next, next pose...?”
“Yes. Are you just going to stand there?”
After I pressed her a few times, noona finally snapped out of it. Her eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously.
“N-no! There is a next pose! It’ll be a bit harder than this one!”
“As expected, right? Show me the demonstration and I’ll follow along.”
Noona collected herself, stood facing me, clasped her hands together in prayer, and began slowly exhaling. “First, while keeping your hands clasped, slowly exhale, bend your knees slightly, and lower your upper body. Then twist your torso.”
She demonstrated by lowering her torso and slowly twisting her body, holding the pose. For ten seconds she remained still, inhaling and exhaling slowly. With each breath, her chest rose and fell.
‘This view is pretty spectacular too...’
When she twisted, the tank top stretched tight, making the fabric cling to her skin like wet cloth and revealing everything underneath. She clearly hadn’t anticipated this and showed no embarrassment, but thanks to that I got a perfect view of her erect nipples and areolas.
‘If I slid my cock between those breasts and got a paizuri... how would that feel...?’
I swallowed hard. Just imagining it felt good. Those firm breasts would definitely squeeze my cock deliciously with their pressure.
“After loosening up like this, we move on to the next step... which is...”
Noona trailed off mid-sentence. My cock, now even harder from the fantasy, was straining so violently against the shorts that the glans was clearly protruding beneath the fabric.
“...Noona.”
“H-huh?! W-what?!”
“I feel like there might be a more interesting pose than this... don’t you think? This one’s too... easy.”
Following her instructions obediently was fine, but I looked at her with a slightly pressuring tone. If our relationship had still been that of a strict master and disciple, or older sister and younger brother, this attitude would have been incredibly rude and she would have scolded me harshly. But noona didn’t even have the composure to get angry.
Her trembling pupils, the saliva glistening at the corner of her slightly parted lips, the excessive sweating—these were all signs of her being flustered. She probably hadn’t intended for things to turn out like this, with her being led around by my lewd advances. After all, noona was clearly the carnivorous type. But the person standing before her now was someone who had already claimed multiple women... in other words, the ultimate predator.
“A-a more interesting pose... W-well, there is a next one... but it’s...”
“Really? I’m looking forward to seeing what it is. Noona? Shall we do it right now?”
As expected, noona hadn’t anticipated moving to the next pose so quickly. Flustered, she nevertheless began assuming the position.
“F-first, we kneel facing each other. Like you’re standing on your knees.”
“Like this?”
“Y-yeah, and then... we grab each other’s waists... and press our pelvises together...”
Oh, this one definitely looked fun. It wasn’t really “standing on knees” so much as a light embrace while hugging at the waist.
“...Hngh, hngh... T-this is too embarrassing...”
“Noona? We need to do the next pose, right?”
But noona’s condition was clearly abnormal. Whether it was because she hadn’t expected this pose to be so embarrassing, or because my erect cock was now pressing directly against her thigh, her face flushed red and she hesitated to complete the pose.
Well, in times like this, it was only natural for the experienced man to take the lead.
“Like this? I just pull you in?”
“H-hiik?!”
I ignored noona’s instruction to grab her waist and instead firmly squeezed her elastic ass with one hand while wrapping my other arm around her waist to prevent escape. Without giving her any time to mentally prepare, our bodies were pulled flush together while kneeling. Her ample breasts were crushed against my solid chest, our navels met as if kissing, and I could clearly feel my cock pressing against her thigh and the axe scar.
“Haaau?! Haaht?! T-that’s not it! Y-you’re supposed to grab the waist...!”
“Hmm? You didn’t demonstrate, so I wasn’t sure.”
“H-higk?!”
I kneaded her ass even more forcefully. How many men had been reduced to mush after being captivated by this firm ass? Weak males would never have been able to claim noona, the lioness, and would have been forced to only watch or fantasize about this ideal body.
“W-wait a second, Artin... This is too... rough... Hngh...”
But I had already claimed noona. While freely kneading her ass, I also grabbed her hips and rocked them so that the axe scar rubbed against the shaft of my thick cock. Hot breaths spilled from noona’s face, now only a hand’s breadth away. It was the panting of a virgin overwhelmed by boiling desire and unfamiliar pleasure, unsure what to do with herself.
Unable to resist the insane urge to taste that breath, I slowly pressed my lips against noona’s.
“Hngh, hngh?! Hngh, hngh...”
Noona tried to turn her head in panic, clearly never having imagined this, but once my tongue lightly tangled with hers, I felt the strength slowly drain from her neck.
“Chuuup, chururup...”
“Mmm... Chuuup... Sluuurp...♡”
Soon, as if her reason had been conquered, I could feel her awkwardly moving her tongue in response to mine. The same arms that had beaten countless demons to death now gently wrapped around my waist and back, passionately reciprocating the kiss.
After sharing a kiss so deep that even our cardiopulmonary endurance was pushed to the limit, we finally parted our lips.
“...”
“...”
A silver thread glistened between us. The taste of each other’s breath and saliva still lingered vividly. Our prime-age bodies were clearly conveying their desire to impregnate and be impregnated. Yet noona couldn’t speak. With eyes clouded by pleasure and shattered reason, she simply stared at me in silence, exhaling even hotter breaths than before.
Even the strong and magnificent noona became nothing more than a female when faced with a man who could dominate her.
“...Noona? I happen to know one yoga pose...”
So I decided to throw her a bait she could use to muster her courage.
“...Y-yoga pose? What kind...?”
“A ‘yoga pose’ that’s even more interesting than the one we just did. I’m sure you’ll... like it too, noona.”
Gulp. I heard noona swallow. If she accepted the previous act as “yoga,” how could she not know what came next? Even someone completely ignorant of sex would understand. That was why noona was still struggling with her last shred of reason—whether to bite the sweet bait I had offered, whether to willingly step into the trap I had prepared.
After a moment of conflict, noona looked at me as if she had made her decision and slowly parted her lips, now glistening with my saliva.
“...W-well, trying it once... to see what kind of pose it is... wouldn’t be so bad, right...? I-it’s a senior’s duty to correct a junior’s wrong posture...”
A grin escaped me before I could stop it.
“Of course, noona. Please give me a thorough ‘posture guidance.’”
*
Marianne couldn’t come to her senses. This wasn’t how the lesson she had originally planned was supposed to go. She had intended to slowly melt Artin with her own... seductive allure. To make him unable to resist being drawn to her. She had been confident. Even though she had never dated a man before, she could vaguely sense the desire other men held toward her. Even Artin hadn’t been able to hold back last time and had done those lewd things.
But everything had deviated far too much from the plan. The one who should have been leading this lesson was now being pulled along by Artin’s touch and gestures... as if...
“Noona, you need to hold the proper posture.”
“H-hngh...”
Startled by Artin’s slightly forceful tone, Marianne nodded and began assuming the pose he had instructed.
...Normally, she would never have tolerated being led like this. She would have corrected such disrespectful speech with her fists. So why was she...?
“This is called the cat pose, right? Lowering the waist while keeping the head and hips upright and looking straight ahead.”
“T-that’s right, you know it well? This pose is great for back pain and digestive issues, and it also improves spinal elasticity and flexibility...”
The pose Artin had her assume, claiming he knew it well, was the cat pose. It was also a very familiar position for Marianne, who regularly enjoyed yoga. The problem was that for couple yoga—or rather, guided yoga—the method involved a man and woman facing each other while both in cat pose...
“A-Artin? You should get into position on the other side too...?”
“Ah, the cat pose I know is a little different.”
Different? Just as Marianne felt puzzled—
—Thud.
A very heavy sensation pressed against the cleft of her ass. Marianne’s spine twitched involuntarily, like a cat’s.
‘I-it’s not a hand... I-it’s really hot and hard... This is...’
The moment Marianne realized what was resting on her ass, Artin’s hands grabbed both cheeks and began kneading them roughly.
“Hngh, hngh?! A-Artin?! W-what are you—?!”
“I’m just loosening up the glute muscles. Please maintain the cat pose, noona.”
“H-higk... Hngh...”
Just like right before the kiss earlier—only even more intense—Artin’s rough hands explored and kneaded her ass, making Marianne’s body tremble with pleasure. For a woman who had never even masturbated before, having a man so mercilessly grope her body was far too stimulating. Especially when that man was her disciple and sworn younger brother.
While Marianne let out heated moans from the sense of immorality rising in her body, she felt an unfamiliar sensation.
—Press. Press.
Something hard, long, and thick was pressing against the cleft of her ass. Right after it disappeared, something hot and twitching began firmly pressing against her crotch over her clothes.
“A-Artin...?”
“Noona, hold this pose as long as you can. Understood?”
Though Marianne called his name with a hint of fear, Artin cut her off firmly and began rubbing his glans against the axe scar on her crotch. This could no longer be called yoga. It was essentially the glans and her sex exchanging a kiss before actual intercourse.
“H-higk?!”
“Come on, your waist is tensing up. You need to exhale, noona.”
Soon after, the glans began slowly pushing into her crotch. Although the tights provided a thin layer of protection, they were far too flimsy to stop him. The glans slowly dug into Marianne’s vaginal opening. Her entrance desperately tried to tighten and block the intrusion, but stopping a man’s cock with mere squeezing was impossible for a female. Instead, it only pleasantly squeezed the glans, imprinting its hard, imposing shape onto her entrance.
“Haa... Hngh...”
“Now, slowly inhale... and exhale...”
Marianne’s hands gripped the yoga mat as if trying to tear it apart, but she couldn’t stop Artin’s hands and cock from toying with her body. Her reason had long since burned away. Her mind had already forgotten the option of stopping Artin, leaving her only able to tremble while desperately hoping he wouldn’t invade any deeper inside her.
—Rip.
However, a sound announced the end of that futile wish. The tights, already stretched to their limit by Artin’s hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, couldn’t withstand the mass of the glans.
“...W-wait. Artin. This. This is—”
Marianne finally turned her head to look at Artin. Her face was filled with shame and fear as she called his name, almost pleading for him not to do what came next.
“Noona, I’m sorry.”
But Artin only smiled in amusement at her reaction and thrust his hips forward powerfully.
—Riiip!!
The sound of fabric tearing. Marianne couldn’t tell what sound she heard next, nor what expression Artin made.
“Hoooook....♡”
Because Artin’s solid blade had completely pierced through her entire body, all her nerves had concentrated on the invasion of her vagina.
—Artin smelled blood. The familiar metallic scent of a virgin’s blood stung his nose.