The First Wife's Deep Education
Karen stood at the entrance to the lobby, her voice cutting through the air. "What is all this commotion so early in the morning?"
"Innkeeper! What kind of violence are you inflicting on a civilian?! Release him at once!"
At Karen's sharp command, Masa's hand froze mid-motion. But she didn't let go. Instead, her fingers tightened even more.
"......"
Masa slowly turned her head and glared at Karen. The usual gentle, maternal expression on her face had completely vanished. Her eyes burned with a toxic mix of jealousy, possessiveness, and murderous intent. Even Karen, a knight, flinched for a moment under that icy, razor-sharp aura.
Masa looked back down at Hans. Her gaze remained fixed on the red kiss mark on his neck.
"Violence...?" Masa murmured in a low voice. "This is education. Very... very thorough education."
"Education? You call choking someone education?"
"Children who don't listen need to be disciplined."
Masa's nails dug into the skin of Hans's neck. Blood welled up.
"Guhhhk...!"
Hans felt like his tongue was about to pop out. If this continued, he would really be crossing the Jordan River. He desperately racked his brain. The only way to resolve this situation was to stimulate Karen's 'muscle brain'.
"K-Karen! It's a misunderstanding... a misunderstanding!" Hans squeezed out the words.
"Misunderstanding?"
"This... Masa is helping me with training to purge the... ugh! The turbid mana inside my body!"
For a moment, silence fell. Masa's eyes widened into perfect circles. Karen frowned and asked again.
"Turbid mana? Training?"
"Y-yes... ugh! Yesterday during training... I accidentally took in turbid energy... and almost fell into qi deviation."
Hans spouted whatever came to mind, throwing in every martial arts novel trope he could remember. "The marks on my neck... are traces of the toxin being expelled! Masa is using special acupoint stimulation to draw out the poison!"
"......"
Karen examined Hans's neck carefully. The vivid, reddish-purple kiss mark. To an ordinary person, it would clearly look like the aftermath of passion, but to Karen's eyes, it appeared differently. After all, she was a devout believer in 'turbid energy emission'.
"Hmm... It certainly has a dark, reddish hue. Evil energy seems to be concentrated there."
Karen nodded with a serious expression. It worked! Hans cheered inwardly. But Masa was different. She looked down at him with an expression of utter disbelief.
This little brat is spouting what kind of nonsense now...
But Masa quickly changed her expression. The corners of her mouth curled up in a cunning smile. This situation... wasn't bad at all.
"That's right, Knight," Masa said, finally releasing Hans's collar and straightening his clothes. Quite roughly. "There was some very dirty and lewd turbid energy stuck deep inside Hans. All the way to his bones."
Her eyes gleamed. "I was trying to suck it all out. Not leaving even a single drop."
Masa's hand slid down Hans's chest. The crushing grip at her fingertips made goosebumps rise all over his body.
"I see. It seems I misunderstood."
Karen removed her hand from her sword and bowed her head. "Then I won't interfere any further. I'll take my leave."
Karen turned and headed toward the lobby entrance. Hans let out a mental sigh of relief. But just as she reached for the doorknob, she paused as if something had occurred to her.
"One moment. Didn't you call it training earlier, Masa?"
"Yes...? Ah, yes. That's correct."
"The process of purging turbid energy and regulating the body... As a knight, it's a very interesting subject. If it's not too much trouble, may I observe?"
Hans's eyes twitched violently. Masa's eyebrows also twitched.
"Oh ho ho. Lady Karen, this is somewhat... a personal treatment."
Masa drew the line with an unnatural smile. But Karen wouldn't budge.
"Where is there room for personal boundaries in training? I am also deeply interested in the method of turbid energy emission. Please, I ask for your guidance, Masa."
Karen nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world, pressuring Masa. Her eyes sparkled with pure curiosity.
Masa glanced back and forth between Hans and Karen for a moment, then let out a deep sigh as if she'd given up.
"......Very well. Then let's go together. But you must absolutely not interfere."
"Of course! I will observe quietly."
Masa linked arms with Hans. Much tighter than before, as if she would crush his bones.
"Let's go, Hans. Since Lady Karen wants to watch, we must give you a proper treatment."
Hans was dragged up to the second floor, sandwiched between the two women like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse.
In Hans's room, Masa pushed him onto the bed. Then, right in front of Karen, she practically ripped his shirt off.
Rip. Buttons flew in every direction.
"Ah, wait, Masa? Why are you removing this man's clothes..."
"To purge the turbid energy, it must be done on bare skin."
The sight of Hans's exposed upper body was miserable. Eila's kiss marks were scattered messily from his neck to his collarbone and across his chest. Masa's eyebrows twitched.
That horny stray cat bitch... marking my territory with her piss?
She glanced at Karen. The knight sat in a chair beside the bed with her arms crossed, fully immersed in serious observation mode.
"I'm starting, Hans. Bear with the pain."
Masa climbed on top of Hans's body. Then she brought her lips to the places marked with kiss prints.
"Mmph!"
Masa pressed her lips against his flesh as if trying to erase Eila's traces, biting down with enough force to tear skin.
Chup! Chuuuuup! Jjwaap!
"Huuuugh...!"
A scream escaped Hans's mouth. The pain of his flesh being pinched and sucked. But at the same time, a strange pleasure stimulated his nerves. Every time Masa's tongue swept across his skin, a tingling thrill ran through him.
"Hmm, the toxin is certainly deep. Look how red and swollen the flesh is becoming."
Karen muttered in admiration.
"I didn't realize turbid energy emission was such a painful process. You're impressive, Hans. Enduring that agony without even letting out a single scream."
Does this look like I'm enduring it?!
Hans sent Karen a desperate look begging for help, but she simply gave him a thumbs-up.
"There. Turbid energy is also concentrated around the nipples."
Masa pinched and twisted Hans's nipple with her fingers.
"Aaaagh!"
"Don't be such a baby. Here too... and here..."
She raked her nails down his chest and stomach. Red scratch marks were left behind. It was the complete opposite of Eila's gentle caresses—a sadistic touch.
Masa licked around Hans's navel with her tongue and whispered in a low voice.
"Does it feel good? Hans. I'm better than that bitch, aren't I?"
"M-Masa... please..."
"Answer me. Who feels better?"
She bit down on his nipple.
"Uaaaaagh! Y-you, Masa! Masa is the best!"
Hans surrendered. Only then did Masa smile with satisfaction.
"The turbid energy is embedded very deeply. At this rate... I'll have to examine the lower parts as well."
Masa's hand moved toward Hans's belt buckle.
Click.Swoosh.
His pants and underwear came down together. Hans's already raging erection sprang up fiercely.
"Hoo..."
Karen's eyes widened.
"Is that also affected by the turbid energy, Masa?"
"Yes. The toxin has gathered downward. We need to extract this too."
Masa gripped Hans's shaft tightly with her hand.
"Haaauu..."
The moment the cold hand wrapped around his burning cock, Hans's hips bucked involuntarily. Masa skillfully moved her hand up and down. She rubbed the tip of his glans with her thumb and pressed firmly along the veins of the shaft, attacking his weak points.
"Hans, how many times did you do it with that bitch yesterday?"
"Huh...? W-what do you..."
"If you lie, it'll hurt."
Masa lightly scraped his urethra with her fingernail.
"Hiiik! T-three times! We did it three times total, all the way until morning!"
Overwhelmed by Masa's terrifying aura, Hans finally confessed. A clumsy lie would probably get his head chopped off.
"Ha... Three times? Your stamina must be truly impressive."
Masa's hand movements grew faster. She shook Hans's cock roughly, pouring all her jealousy into it.
Slap, slap, slap, slap!
"Ugh! M-Masa! Too fast!"
"Endure it. I won't stop until all the turbid energy is purged."
Hans felt like he was going insane. Pleasure, pain, and humiliation mixed together, turning his mind white. The fact that Karen was watching from the side added a strange sense of depravity that only fueled it further.
That was when it happened.
"As expected... Your skill is outstanding, Masa!"
Karen suddenly stood up from her chair. Her eyes sparkled.
"I shall assist as well. Hans!"
"Y-yes? Karen?"
Karen approached the bed and threw off her gauntlets.
"Didn't you purge my turbid energy for me last time? Now it's my turn to repay the favor."
She sat on the opposite side of the bed and reached for Hans's testicles—the part Masa wasn't holding.
"Wait, Karen! That's...!"
Before he could stop her, Karen's bare hand began kneading his balls.
"This area is hot too. It's filled with toxin."
"Ah, aah... Hnngh..."
A beastly moan burst from Hans's mouth. A sandwich situation—Masa stroking his shaft from above while Karen caressed his balls from below.
Karen observed Hans's massively swollen erection with a curious expression.
"The lower anatomy of men and women is quite different. Women have an inward convergence, but why do men protrude outward like this?"
"T-this is... ugh!"
"The heat is incredible to the touch. It's throbbing like a mana core on the verge of explosion. Is this where a man's essence gathers?"
"S-something... like that... ugh!"
Masa whispered into Hans's ear with a mocking voice.
"Did you hear that, Hans? Show our foolish knight. Show her how that essence spurts out."
She narrowed her eyes at Karen and urged her on. "Lady Karen, press harder on the root of that core. That way, all the built-up pressure will burst out at once."
"Understood! You mean this area!"
Karen thrust her finger with tremendous force toward Hans's perineum—the prostate between his scrotum and anus.
"Kwaaaaaagh!"
"The energy is reacting violently! My prediction was correct!"
Karen excitedly kneaded Hans's buttocks and balls with rough movements. Masa stared straight into Hans's eyes and mouthed the words:
You perverted bastard.
Then she licked his nipple with her tongue while continuing her furious pistoning with her hand.
"I-I'm going! I'm about to cum!"
It was his limit. Even though only a few hours had passed since Eila had drained him, the urge to ejaculate surged again.
"Don't hold back. Spit it all out. Every last trace of that bitch."
"Emit it, Hans! Holding it in will make you sick!"
Under the two women's 'encouragement', Hans thrust his hips upward.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurttt!
Thin semen shot from the tip of Hans's cock. It soaked Masa's hand and splattered across the sheets.
"Whoa..."
Karen let out a gasp of admiration.
"Hoo... It's certainly different from mine! Instead of a clear stream, sticky white clumps are pulsing and shooting out!"
Karen watched with wide eyes as the milky fluid gushed and throbbed from the tip of Hans's cock. Unlike the explosive streams she had experienced, this was a strange sight—like a living creature writhing and spitting out concentrated essence. She was completely entranced.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..."
Hans stared blankly at the ceiling, his soul completely drained.
"We're not done yet."
Masa spoke in a cold voice.
"The color is still cloudy. It's proof that the toxin remains deeply rooted."
Using her now-sticky hand, Masa roughly stroked Hans's spent cock back to full hardness.
"We must continue until only completely transparent fluid comes out. Only then will our baby's body become clean."
"M-Masa? I'm really going to die... There's nothing left to come out..."
"You won't die."
Masa's eyes were smiling, but her pupils were not smiling at all.
All morning long, Hans had to scream and moan inside the second-floor room of the inn.
"Then I'll take my leave. Thanks to you, I learned a great deal."
Karen left the room with a refreshed expression. She seemed to interpret Hans's hollow eyes as fatigue from intense training.
Creak.Bang.
The door closed, and silence returned to the room. Hans lay on the bed like a mummy, without the strength to move even a single finger.
"......"
Masa sat at the head of the bed and gently wiped Hans's body with a damp towel. His body was covered in semen and sweat. Her touch was now completely different from before—extremely gentle.
"Was it hard, my baby?"
"......Yes."
"Then why do you go around doing bad things? It makes me so sad."
Masa wiped the sweat from Hans's forehead and brought her lips close to his ear.
"The intruder is gone now."
Her voice clung to him, sticky and sweet.
"Tonight... I'll wash away that stray cat's scent all the way to your bones. Until only my scent remains."
"M-Masa...?"
"Don't worry. You won't die."
She gently bit his earlobe.
"I'll reshape your body so you can only cum next to me for the rest of your life."
A chill ran down Hans's spine. Tonight, he would absolutely not be able to sleep.
The sun was high in the sky outside the window, but Hans's future looked pitch black.
Eila... please save me...
But even that Eila had squeezed him dry until morning. He'd thought he was holding flowers in both hands, but it turned out he was clutching thorn bushes.
Hans closed his eyes in resignation. He'd better get some sleep first. He would need it to survive the night.