Sacred Knight Training
Karen's voice trembled ever so slightly. "N... nude?"
She was a knight. The iron woman who wouldn't even flinch when an orc's axe came flying at her on the battlefield. Yet here she was, standing frozen before the bed covered in white sheets, unable to take a single step forward.
"Yes. To expel the turbid energy as efficiently as possible... this position is the most effective."
Hans nodded calmly as he answered. His true feelings, however, were completely different. 'I'm insane. This is actually insane. What the hell am I about to do with the Security Chief?' His heart was pounding so violently he thought it might shatter his ribs.
Her upper body was still properly dressed in a blouse, but from the waist down she was completely naked. And right before Hans's eyes lay a pale golden forest.
"U... understood."
Karen climbed onto the bed with the solemn resolve of someone marching into battle. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, then brought her legs together in a rigid attention posture. She looked as stiff as a corpse laid out in a coffin.
"Um... Miss Karen. You need to spread your legs..."
"Ahem! I know! I'm just... preparing my mind a little..."
Karen's face flushed crimson as she took deep breaths. "Hoo... hoo..." Then, very slowly, she raised her knees and spread them apart, forming an M-shape. It was a humiliating and shameful position, but she brainwashed herself into believing she had to endure it for the sake of her training.
Hans knelt at the edge of the bed.
"......"
He forgot to breathe as he stared intently at her most secret place. It was beautiful. Because her legs were spread, he could observe it in far greater detail than before. Her closed labia looked shyly sealed, but the faint pink membrane visible between them was already glistening with moisture from arousal.
'This is... a virgin's pussy...'
Hans's hands were shaking. 'I never thought the day would come when I'd see a virgin pussy with my own eyes.' Suppressing the overwhelming surge of emotion, he spoke with the seriousness of a doctor.
"Excuse me. I'll examine the... passage."
"P-please do."
Karen squeezed her eyes shut. Hans's fingertips trembled with excitement. Using both thumbs, he gently pried apart the tightly sealed gap. The flesh that had been resisting parted to the sides, shamelessly revealing the hidden crimson interior.
Squelch. A faint, viscous sound accompanied the exposure of her inner folds.
"Hngh...!"
Karen's thighs twitched. Hans gazed at it in utter fascination. The complex, strange folds. The tiny hole of her urethra. And below that, the thin, translucent hymen blocking the entrance to her vagina. Up close, her scent hit him like a wave. A raw, animalistic female odor — a strange mix of sour sweat and musky arousal that stimulated the primal parts of his brain.
Hans instinctively sniffed.
"Hans...? What are you... are you smelling it?"
Karen asked anxiously, peering at him through narrowed eyes.
"Ah, this is... how I measure the concentration of turbid energy," Hans lied shamelessly. "The stronger the scent, the more toxins have accumulated."
"I-is that so? How is the condition of my body?"
At Karen's worried question, Hans paused to choose his words carefully. He had no frame of reference. This was the first time in his life he'd ever smelled another person's intimate scent. But instinct led him to the perfect answer.
"No. You're quite fortunate. You have a very fragrant scent, Miss Karen."
As if to prove it, he buried his nose deep and took a long, deliberate breath. 'Premium-grade pussy...'
He couldn't hold back any longer. Just looking was torture. He wanted to taste it. The flavor he'd only read about in his previous life.
"Miss Karen. The entrance is still too narrow. I'll need to use my mouth to suck on it directly and physically widen the blocked passage."
"W-with your mouth?! Down there?!"
Karen jolted upright in shock.
"Stay still! Moving while the process is already underway could cause your energy to flow backward and injure you!"
At Hans's stern command, Karen whimpered and lay back down.
"B-but... isn't it too dirty...?"
"What could possibly be dirty about a master treating his disciple?"
Hans answered in a solemn voice, though in truth he was swallowing drool. His lips touched Karen's crimson folds.
"Kyaaah!"
Karen screamed. The hot, wet sensation against her most sensitive spot sent electricity racing up her spine.
Hans didn't hesitate. Lick. His tongue flicked against her clitoris.
"Hiiik! Th-that spot...!"
The firm, bean-like texture. Hans spread his tongue wide and licked all around it. Slurp... slurp... slurp... It was salty. And faintly sour. 'So this is what pussy tastes like!'
Hans savored the flavor like a gourmet. It wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was addictive. This mysterious taste — a blend of flesh and bodily fluids — stimulated the deepest human instincts.
"Slurrrp! Chu! Shlup!"
He grew bolder. Gripping Karen's ass firmly with both hands, he buried his face between her legs. His nose drank in her scent while his mouth tirelessly lapped up her juices.
"Ah, aahhn! Haaauuung!"
Karen's moans grew louder. A type of pleasure she'd never experienced in her entire life. The shame of having her defenseless lower half violated by a man's face mixed with the sharp ecstasy blooming from within, completely scrambling her mind.
"Hans...! It's too... too strange...!"
"It's the manifestation reaction as the toxins are expelled! Endure it!"
Hans mumbled without removing his mouth. His tongue persistently dug into her vaginal entrance. Like a siege engine trying to breach a firmly shut castle gate. He sharpened the tip of his tongue to tap and prod the entrance, forcing his way inside to lick her inner walls.
"Hiiik?! Ah, inside... you're licking inside...!"
Karen clawed at the bedsheets. Her toes curled involuntarily. Her stomach tingled, her lower belly grew heavy, and she felt like something was about to pour out. Each time, Hans drank every drop of the gushing nectar without wasting a single bit.
'Delicious. It's actually delicious.'
Hans was no longer in his right mind. A clean, warm, highly responsive beautiful girl's pussy. Was there any meal in the world more perfect than this? He covered her clitoris with his lips, created a vacuum between them, and sucked hard.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Karen's back arched like a bow. Her thighs clamped around Hans's head. It felt like he might suffocate, but he even enjoyed that pressure. She was wet enough. It was time for the main course.
Hans lifted his head with some reluctance. Karen's juices glistened around his mouth. He wiped it with the back of his hand and looked at her with gleaming eyes.
"The entrance... has relaxed sufficiently. Now... I'll directly pierce the blocked meridian."
Karen nodded with hazy eyes. She was already half out of her mind. She looked ready to accept even a sword with those fingers. Hans found her vaginal entrance, located the small hole in her hymen, and slowly pushed his middle finger inside.
"Hngh...!"
It was tight. Impossibly tight. The pressure as her inner walls clamped down on even a single finger was overwhelming. 'Whoa... will this even fit? There's no way my cock is getting in here...'
Hans pushed his finger deeper, carefully but firmly. The ridges of her inner walls scraped against his fingerprint. A burning heat enveloped his finger.
"Ah, it hurts... ugh..."
Karen grimaced.
"It's because it's your first time. Try to relax."
Hans paused his finger and waited, giving her time to adjust. Then, slowly, he curled his finger. 'Alright. Time to verify the theories I learned from porn and forums in my previous life.'
About three to four centimeters inside the vaginal entrance. The upper wall. A bumpy, walnut-like texture. The so-called G-spot. Hans searched for that spot using memories from his past life.
'Around here?'
Something slightly rough brushed against his fingertip. When he pressed it firmly—
"Hiiik?!"
Karen's body jerked as if she'd been electrocuted. Jackpot.
"Found it."
Hans smiled wickedly. "This area was completely blocked. I'll focus on clearing it."
"W-wait! That spot feels weird... ah, aahng!"
Hans hooked his finger like a claw and began scraping at that spot. 'Come on, baby! Come on!' He flicked his finger rapidly, stimulating her inner walls. Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! The sounds grew louder and wetter.
Karen's reaction was explosive.
"Aahk! N-no! I don't like it! Not thereee!"
She shook her head in denial, but her hips kept bucking, trying to swallow his finger even deeper. A scream mixed with pleasure, pain, and shame. Her eyes, brimming with tears, had already lost focus.
"When you... scrape there... it feels weird... my head... my head is going weird...!"
"Don't hold back! That's the sign that the turbid energy is trying to escape!"
Hans increased his speed. Using his wrist snap, he moved faster and harder.
"Ah, ah, ah, ahng! I need to pee! I'm going to pee!"
Karen cried out desperately. The pressure in her bladder felt like it was about to burst. A hot sensation rising through her urethra. It was the first time she'd ever felt the urge to squirt. But mistaking it for urine, she desperately tried to clench her thighs shut.
"Let it out! That's the liquefied turbid energy!" Hans shouted. "You have to expel it all for your body to become clean! Squirt it out!"
"I can't... I'm a knight... to pee on the bed... uuuugh!"
A tug-of-war between reason and instinct. But Hans's finger technique was more than enough to sever her reason. For the finishing blow, he pressed his other thumb against her clitoris at the same time. A simultaneous attack from inside and out.
"Kyaaaaaaaaah!!"
Karen's scream shook the entire inn room. Her body went rigid as a board. And then—
Whoosh—!
A clear liquid gushed powerfully from Karen's urethra. A fountain. A lewd stream erupting from the body of a sacred knight. It drew a beautiful arc and slammed into Hans's face and chest.
"Pwah...!"
Hans squeezed his eyes shut. The warm liquid pouring over his face. A fishy yet strangely sweet scent stung his nose. Squirting. He had completed the legendary skill with his own hands. But Hans wasn't satisfied. He intensified his movements even more. Slap, slap, squelch. Even as the torrent splashed against him, he relentlessly scraped her inner walls. Every time her convulsing vaginal muscles clamped down on his finger, the stream exploded even more violently, like someone had squeezed the end of a hose.
'This is it... this is real ecstasy...!'
Under his relentless pistoning, Karen's body convulsed like a pump, expelling every last drop of fluid. The bedsheets were instantly flooded. Karen lay there with her mouth wide open, eyes rolled back, twitching uncontrollably.
"Haa... uuu... aah..."
It looked like her soul was escaping through her lips. Hans slowly withdrew his hand. As his finger slipped out, the remaining juices trickled from her gaping entrance. He didn't even bother wiping his wet face, simply staring blankly at the sight.
A sense of conquest. He didn't envy the academy's top graduate or the kingdom's youngest knight commander. In this moment, he was the king of this other world.
"Hoo..."
Hans let out a deep sigh. The sage's time... no, the saint's time had arrived. He shook off his wet hand, picked up a towel from beside the bed, and began gently cleaning Karen's limp, unconscious body.
"You've worked hard, Miss Karen."
He spoke with genuine respect. She had been an excellent teaching material... no, trainee. He roughly wiped the soaked sheets and covered her naked body with the blanket. Karen was breathing softly like a newborn baby. On her face was the most peaceful, blissful smile, as if all her worries had vanished.
'Turbid energy expulsion... success, I guess.'
Hans chuckled softly.