1-12 ☆ The Archer
I gazed down at Sarsa, sprawled out on the bed.
Her face was flushed from the bath, a mix of anxiety and tension playing across her features.
After I'd pushed her down onto the bed once, she'd frantically pulled out some pills and washed them down with water from the pitcher.
Contraceptives handed over at Chef Slagee's shop.
They'd come bundled with the basic slave set, like some kind of bonus item.
Apparently, just popping one before sex drops the pregnancy risk to zero. And it doesn't mess with your period either.
Handy as hell. On its own, this makes the other world superior to Earth. Especially for guys.
Sarsa's height was around 160 cm, I figured.
Women in this world often towered over that, so 160 was pretty average. Nothing standout.
Her build was slim and straight, with modest chest and hips.
C-cup, maybe B? Not huge, but not flat either. Just normal.
I leaned over her, stroking her hair. Her intense stare made me squirm a bit.
"Take off your top."
I'd thought about undressing her myself, but stripping someone while they're lying down felt awkward—I had no clue how. So I let her handle it.
Still hovering over her, I watched from prime seating.
Sleek limbs, a nicely curved waist with just the right amount of flesh... and those shapely breasts.
Her nipples weren't vivid pink, but not dark either. The standard shade you see most in AVs—right in the middle.
Tension had them already perked up and puffy.
I couldn't resist extending my tongue for a taste. Soap scent, and that soft, squishy texture was fun.
My left hand groped the other breast, the one I wasn't licking.
So this is the feel of tits I've dreamed about...
Not super squishy, not super springy either. Some intriguing texture that made you want to keep fondling forever.
Yeah, if she'd said, "You okay? Wanna touch my boobs?" I'd be raring to go just from that.
I savored boob time for a while before moving to her bottoms.
She seemed to struggle, so I helped midway, sliding her skirt off.
Pumpkin-colored panties. I stripped those too. Slender legs leading to plump thighs at the root... and sparse pubic hair framing a vertical slit.
"Um... this is embarrassing..."
She clamped her legs shut and tried covering with her hands. No dice!
I shifted down, grabbed her ankles, and spread her like in AVs. Then peeled her hands away.
There, at the base of her lithe legs: a single line nestled in soft flesh.
So this is pussy. Just like in AVs. Duh, obviously.
The outer lips had a bit of color, but inside was a vibrant pink when parted slightly.
No grossness at all. Prime pretty pussy material.
I gave it a lick. Hmm... faint urine tang.
Too close to the urethra? Next, I spread with fingers and lapped at what seemed the clit hood.
Sarsa's body jerked sharply. Oh yeah, erogenous zone confirmed. Kinda thrilling.
"Where do you usually touch during solo play?"
"...I don't masturbate..."
She whispered it like it was fading away. I'd heard girls do it too, but varies person to person, I guess.
Right hand: fingers flanking the slit, rubbing the labia together slowly.
Tongue poking at the clit area.
"Ah... fu..."
Her leaking moans—pleasure or ticklish?—were hot as hell.
My dick was throbbing painfully hard already. Couldn't hold back.
Shucked pants and underwear; it sprang up, pointing at the ceiling.
"Ah... it's huge..."
Sarsa gasped.
I wished she'd said "big" outright. Guy pride and all.
Grabbed her feet, spread wide, positioned the tip at her crotch.
Her body heat alone felt good on my cock.
Lined up the hole and thrust... but resistance. Slid off, rubbing the ridge.
Getting hasty made it worse.
After three fails, I saw her reach out.
"Master, please relax."
She pulled my hips close, grabbed my head—I collapsed over her.
Next instant, she twisted sideways, flipping us. She straddled me in cowgirl.
"Nn..."
Her slender fingers gripped my penis, standing it perpendicular to the floor. Sweet jolt; pre-cum leaked.
"Guh... oh shit..."
"Inserting now."
She seemed to have it lined up perfectly. Hand steadying, she lowered her hips.
Tip kissed the entrance.
Warm... indescribable friction of skin on cock.
"Guh..."
She bore down steadily; warmth enveloped my penis bit by bit. Insanely tight, squeezing without effort.
Ejaculation urge surged; I clenched desperately.
About halfway in, she paused.
"Nn... ha..."
Tortured moan, then she pushed harder. Vagina clenched fiercely—intense pleasure stabbed my cock.
"Ohh... fuck..."
Maybe adjusting shape? She pulled back slightly, then forward.
Accidental grind: warmth, constant squeeze pushing limits, plus vertical shaft-wall friction. Corona got hammered with sweet agony.
"Guhhh... can't hold...!"
Dop, dop, dop...
Before I knew it, I'd cum inside her. Not even three strokes—barely one and a half.
"...Did it come out?"
Sarsa peered down, face a mix of surprise and something indefinable. Unexpected for her too.
"Haa... haa... stay like this a bit..."
"Still hard, so let's get it all in."
Probably tough holding position; she readjusted and sank deeper.
My semen lubed things up; warmth spread gradually till fully sheathed.
"Fuu... fuu... Master is all the way in."
She slumped forward, collapsing onto me.
Her nipples grazed my chest—perked and firm, felt nice.
Face close, she latched onto my mouth.
First kiss for me—and a full adult French one.
Her tongue probed; mine met hesitantly, tangling.
Whoa... real deep kissing. Could cum from this alone.
She barely moved, just subtle hip rocks. But her insides pulsed kyu, kyu, teasing my cock.
Sweet enough for instant round two.
Vagina: narrow, hot. Deeper in, slight gaps with bumpy walls.
Her motions stroked the head with those bumps, then sudden contraction urging release. She sucked my tongue, pressed nipples harder.
Head fuzzy with pleasure; lower body melting.
Byu, byu...
Second load weaker but longer, endless.
"...Fuu, good work, Master."
She waited out the ejaculation, then withdrew.
Extraction stimulated the corona on bumpy walls—blissful.
Lifted off: perfect tits, and beyond, her pussy oozing cum. Enough to stiffen me again.
"Time to clean up."
She scooted back, knelt between my legs, took my penis in mouth.
Warm like pussy, but gentle, not squeezing. Saliva slick, tongue lapping stuck semen—perfect accent.
She pressed the slit firmly, milking remnants.
"Uh."
Fresh urge rising.
Sensing it, she pursed lips for pressure, bobbed slowly, lips stroking the shaft.
"Nfu... feelsh good?"
Her nasal breath on my groin, speaking vibrations—unreal stimulation.
"Ah... don't talk...!"
"Nfuu?"
Upward glance broke me. Cock in mouth, talking, bedroom eyes—no fair.
"Ihef dai? Hohyuuhin wa ma."
Sudden speed-up, sloppy sounds, relentless stroking.
"Ah, cumming... cumming!"
Dopyu, dok, dok...
Third time, audible force.
"Kuaaah...!"
She watched with those eyes through climax, then gently licked clean.
Swallowed remnants with a visible gulp.
"Ah... you didn't have to swallow."
"...Heard it excites men more."
"Yeah, it does."
"Understood. I'll do it whenever possible."
Slightly bitter face, but she smiled faintly. Adorable.
Swallowing cum with a grin? Angel.
Stared at my deflated dick, sighed deeply.
Aah... emptied out, sleepy now...
Eyes closed; sleep took me.
Morning: me naked, Sarsa dressed and folding clothes.
"...Morning."
"Good morning, Master."
Just thin sleepwear we'd bought. Room bare: bed and floor.
Folding on floor meant tit glimpses.
Pushed blanket aside; my dick asserted itself.
"Whoa..."
Gawked at her peeking nipples. She noticed my gaze, turned—spotted the tent. Thought a sec,
"Shall I service you, Master?"
Tent pitched higher.
That was answer enough. She giggled, approached.
Sat beside, yanked blanket, gripped shaft.
"Energetic this morning."
"You're too cute, Sarsa."
"Cute...? First time anyone's said that."
Stroked glans, head tilted.
"Your self-esteem's too low... Look in a mirror. You're straight-up cute."
"If I match Master's tastes, I'm honored."
Face neared penis—engulfed it.
Warm, mellow stimulation. Morning BJ rocks. One of those "always wanted to try" things.
Never give up on dreams. Wise words.
"Nmu... amu..."
Not just bobbing: tilted head, pressing tip to cheek.
From loose to direct sweet friction.
Harmonica-style: lips nibbling shaft, cheek on glans. Unbearable...
"Himo hiiref kaa?"
Felt semen rising.
"Nfu, go ahead 'n cum diwectly!"
Zuzuzuzo—strong suction.
Sucked out forcefully into her mouth.
Dopyu, dopyupyu...
Brain numb; dazed post-long climax.
"Nn... felt good?"
She spat this load on cloth. Morning swallow too rough, apparently.
"Ah... amazing. From now on, if I'm backed up mornings, service me."
"Yes."
"Even if I'm asleep and hard, just go for it."
Wake to pleasure... dream "morning fellatio."
Dunno if the firm trained that far.
Ask her training details later. Maybe world-specific kinks. Though topping Japan's ero ideas? Tough.
Last night rushed straight to sex; no status check time.
Morning calm: status time.
Grabbed Sarsa heading to fold, dragged to bed as body pillow, invoked status view.
"Whoa?"
"Eh? ...Is something wrong?"
Sarsa, firmly held in my arms, sounded puzzled—but I was more baffled.
This was clearly Sarsa's status. Released her, stepped back: gone. Viewed again: mine.
Hugged tight, viewed: hers again.
"Sarsa, see anything?"
"...? You see something?"
She couldn't. Hmm. Her jobs?
Citizen (11)
Archer (1)
Scholar (1)
Merchant (15)
Apothecary (1)
Seemed changeable. Looks like she leveled Citizen awhile, switched to Merchant midway—worked hard.
"Your job's Merchant?"
"!! How...? Oh, the firm explained?"
"Eh, something like that. Correct?"
"Yes."
Yup. Accurate status. Never checked while glued to someone before.
Ah, Status View II lets view others on contact?
Or only since she's my slave property?
Excited by new possibilities, tested at inn/shop: strangers viewable but no job change.
And incomplete data.
Name:Suo (Human)
Job:?
MP:?/?
Modifiers:?
Skills:?
Notes:None
Like this. Only name, no notes.
Some showed jobs. No pattern spotted.
Sarsa tilted head curiously but helped me touch others discreetly.
Pervert label? Last night premature king... Premature pervert master.
Hopeless.
"Job changes only for slaves... Harem plan spot-on. Actually optimal."
I muttered self-justification at inn; Sarsa ignored, maintained new bow from weapon shop.
Dunno why, but she had Archer job—archery talent obvious. Suggested it.
"Your stance screams it. Bow's your weapon..."
Cool pose, but she didn't seem convinced.
Maybe thought, "Just say you want me as archer." Premature, pervert, tsun.
Worship dropping visibly.
Bought leather armor for us both.
Me: metal helm too. Head protection huge frontline boost.
Headguard essential.
Today's shop: 50+ silver gone. Yesterday's gold? Zero. Inevitable.
Blame sly Chef Slagee for slave temptation.
Innocent pure youth duped. Not me.
Lunchtime: big portions at Solamachi Tavern—Elliott party's spot.
Hmm, still delicious.
"Master, this bread's amazing! So soft~"
Sarsa hooked instantly.
Rare crinkled eyes, drawn-out tone.
Someday: "Master's juice delicious too~"
"Afternoon: north gate, goblin hunt."
"Yes, I'll do my best."
Face serious.
Then ham, cheese, tomato-braised meat—back to blissed-out.
Protect that smile...!
Post-virginity: Sarsa cuteness overload.
Falling for someone after sex? Real.
Odd.
Realized ordering unheard dessert—gave to her.
"Thank youuu♪"
Melting face as she devoured; my dessert while planning.
"Trained with bow?"
"Yes, a bit. Sword, spear basics too."
"Huh. But only got Archer."
"!? How..."
Hand over sweets-stuffed mouth, shocked. Shit.
"Eh, my ability."
"Y-yes."
"So Archer aptitude. Hit moving targets?"
"Dunno... Only stationary."
"Right. Practice makes perfect. Goblins safe with my backup."
"Yes."
"Start calm, accurate shots."
Afternoon: north gate, near-visible spot goblin hunt.
Too close, none. Deeper woods: duo goblins.
Rushed, cleaved one clean. Parried second, retreated to Sarsa.
"Shoot! Don't hit me."
"Got it, firing!"
10 sec goblin tango: arrow hit shoulder.
"Tough?"
"Moving target's hard..."
Struggling.
I herded easy angle, blade-locked goblin.
3 sec: arrow to gut. Gii! Screech. Pinned, arrows to head/neck. Goblin knelt.
Dazed; bashed skull mercy-kill.
Blunt swordplay improving.
"Good, break. ...You okay?"
Turned: Sarsa panting, seated.
"Hey, hurt?"
"No, sorry... First time killing."
Ah.
I lack that sensitivity; overlooked mental toll.
Just gotta acclimate.
Approached, gentle shoulder hug. Felt her whole body quiver faintly.
Scared, huh.
"Good job, Sarsa. You protected yourself. Nothing wrong. Great work."
"Haa... fuu..."
Loose embrace, patted back: breathing steadied, shakes stopped.
"I'm fine now, Master... Sorry."
Pushed chest lightly; released hold. If too burdensome, rethink.
"Tell me if it's rough. No forcing—backfires. Got it? Rely on me."
"Yes. But okay... Resolved. I said I could fight. No coddling."
"Alright."
No strain? Expectations up. Duo expands options hugely.
"Few more like that. Goal: headshot moving goblin. Accuracy over speed. Friendly fire worst."
"Yes."
Alert to flanks, fought 3 more goblins twice.
Showed large knife dissection. Merchant days familiar; no resistance. Relieved.
All normal: 8 total. Stones/materials: near 1 silver income.
"Eh, about right. Yours today."
"No way..."
"Dunno girl stuff. Buy needs. Short? Say."
"...Yes, thank you."
Periods etc.? Clueless. Delegated.
Treasured coppers pouch, pocketed.
Night: Solamachi again—her fave.
Evening tavern vibe: boozy, tolerable.
Food delish. She eyed pasta-likes; ordered one, shared.
"Noodles fire too."
"Yes, Master."
Usually cool, subdued expressions—but post-meal grin.
Heart twinged; night tackle.
Yesterday cowgirl fail; tonight missionary challenge.
No instant cum. Growth.
Three-and-a-half strokes though.
"Good effort, Master"—but room to improve. Slept status-forgotten again.
This era: first R18 scene, got carried away rambling.
No more all-erotica chapters ahead, think.
Oh, Yohei-kun's hyper-premature? Intentional.