Innocence and Venom
The inside of the blanket was dark and narrow, a cocoon woven from innocence and venom. Hans could barely breathe. Cecilia’s body heat clung to his back, soaking through the thin shirt with shameless clarity. Her full breasts crushed against his hard back muscles, spreading out like warm dough, while her thighs pushed between his legs and coiled around them like snakes. Every tiny shift sent the rustling of fabric scraping past his ears like thunder.
Endure. You have to endure. Hans repeated the secrets of the Mind Sword that Kane had taught him. Be a bad man. An indifferent man. A man who looks at women like stones. Yet no matter how firmly his mind insisted, his body was filthily honest. His miraculously revived junior had swollen into a full, raging erection, straining against the front of his pants as if ready to burst through.
“Mmm…”
Cecilia’s lips suddenly brushed his ear. “Porter… are you asleep?” Her voice was languid, melted with drowsiness. The hot exhale tickled the fine hairs inside his ear and seeped straight into his brain. A sharp shiver raced down Hans’s spine; he froze solid.
“…I’m sleeping. Don’t touch me.”
A soft snort of laughter came from behind. Cecilia tightened the arm wrapped around his waist. Her palm slyly slipped beneath the hem of his shirt.
“Liar,” she whispered. “Your heart… is pounding like this.”
Her hand slid down his washboard abs like a serpent—secretive, yet unstoppable. Past the navel, over the soft fuzz of his lower belly, until her fingers stopped right above the dangerous line of his leather belt.
Hans stopped breathing entirely. No. Not there. Please. If she finds out, my whole noble-concept act is finished.
But Cecilia showed no hesitation. A metallic clink shattered the silence beneath the blanket. Her slender fingers were exploring his belt buckle.
“K-Knight! What are you doing?!” Hans panicked and tried to seize her wrist, but the space was far too cramped. The more he twisted in resistance, the harder he pressed her hand against his own groin. His heavily swollen bulge ground against her palm.
“Shh.” Cecilia’s tongue flicked lightly across his earlobe. “You’ll wake Master.”
It was a threat. Kane was snoring away—“Grrraaah… kuh…”—completely oblivious, and Hans didn’t dare scream. Taking advantage of his silence, Cecilia’s hand finally undid the buckle. The slow rasp of the zipper sounded obscenely loud. She tugged down the waistband of his underwear and pushed her cool hand inside without mercy.
Blazing, damp heat enveloped her fingers. Then she touched it.
Her eyes flew wide in the darkness. The massive, scorching, rock-hard shaft that filled her entire palm—it was the male organ she had only known from theory. It was far larger than she had imagined. Far hotter. Most of all, the pulsing throb of veins transmitted straight into her skin.
This is… a man’s…?
Bewilderment flooded her. The crude jokes she had overheard from her male knight comrades had not prepared her for this raw reality. The heat that threatened to burn her hand. The taut, near-bursting texture of the skin. It frightened her. She wanted to yank her hand away and flee.
Yet at the same time, feeling Hans’s body flinch at her slightest touch ignited a sadistic sense of conquest. This insolent porter who had treated her like a pebble and ignored her until yesterday—that arrogant man was now panting and crumbling inside her grip.
Hmph. Saying with your mouth that you hated it.
Cecilia gathered her courage and squeezed his shaft tightly.
“Hngh!” A stifled moan tore from Hans’s throat.
She began stroking him up and down with a firm grip. She had zero experience. All she knew was the simple idea she had heard somewhere: grab the pillar and shake. Still, she pretended to be an expert.
“How is it? Feels good, doesn’t it? I’m giving you special service.” Her voice was relaxed, provocative—like a woman who had tamed countless men. Inside, however, she was screaming. Ugh… what is this? The veins are twitching everywhere… gross… it’s so hard my hand hurts… are all men like this? Why is it so big?
Desperate to hide her inexperience, she used sharp wrist snaps to pump him even more vigorously.
Hans was losing his mind. Cecilia’s touch was rough and crude, more like gripping a sword hilt than a caress. Yet after days of forced abstinence and the aftermath of the drug, this was his first stimulation. His senses were painfully heightened. She rubbed her thumb over the slippery glans coated in leaking precum.
“Haa… Knight… please… stop…” Hans begged, twisting his hips.
Cecilia did not stop. Instead she pushed her hand deeper, all the way to the root, and whispered, “You… you’re that person from back then, aren’t you? The one who used to clean my training grounds.”
Hans’s pupils quaked. The revelation struck at the exact moment his climax had risen to his throat. Pleasure and shock slammed into his brain at once.
“Ugh! Y-yes, that’s me! So please—!” Hans surrendered completely. He could hold on no longer.
“As expected.” A victorious smile curved Cecilia’s lips. “My fan number one.”
Those words pulled the trigger.
“Krrruuuugh!” Hans’s waist bucked like a live fish. Hot semen erupted inside Cecilia’s hand. The volume was staggering. Thick white fluid overflowed between her fingers, soaking Hans’s stomach and underwear.
“Eek!” Cecilia reflexively tried to pull away, then froze. The hot, sticky, slightly fishy liquid coating her hand felt strangely warm. This is… semen?
She stared at her drenched fingers in the darkness. Rather than disgust, what rose first was a strange sense of accomplishment at having completely dismantled this man.
Hans lay there panting, dazed. Cecilia casually wiped her sticky hand on the hem of his shirt.
“Turn over.”
At her command, Hans carefully rotated. In the narrow space beneath the blanket, their faces met in the dark. They were so close their breaths mingled. Cecilia’s silver hair, now disheveled, brushed his cheek. Her eyes sparkled like stars.
She stared at him for a long moment, then spoke almost shyly. “Sorry, but I still don’t even know your name. I never spoke a single word to you at the academy, and even after coming here I only ever called you porter.”
Hans’s heart plummeted. The name he had longed for three whole years without ever hearing it once.
“…It’s Hans.”
“Hans… Hans…” She rolled the name on her tongue like candy, then smiled brightly. “Hans… even your name is cute. Hehe.”
That smile made Hans’s heart thunder.
“But Hans, why do you keep speaking so formally? All my classmates talked to me casually.”
Hans felt like he would go insane from the injustice. “That’s because noble young ladies always formed an iron wall around you! How could a commoner like me approach when they’d glare with such contempt?”
“Huh? Really? I thought I was unpopular…” Cecilia’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. She chuckled and lightly tapped the bridge of his nose. “From now on, drop the formal speech. It makes me uncomfortable.”
“……Got it. Cecilia.”
The first time he spoke her name so casually. The fluttering excitement in his chest was on an entirely different level from when Masa or Eila had pounced on him. Is this… the start of something? Is spring finally coming for me too?
As the mood sweetened, Cecilia tapped his cheek with a fingertip. “Hans… did you like me?”
A direct strike. Hans swallowed hard. There was no point hiding anything now—his body had already confessed everything.
“Yeah… I liked you. Ever since the academy entrance ceremony… the whole time.”
Cecilia narrowed her eyes. “Then… do you still like me now?”
Hans looked straight into her eyes. Perhaps thanks to post-nut clarity, or maybe the atmosphere itself, courage he had never possessed before welled up inside him.
“Yes. I like you, Cecilia. Truly.”
His heart felt ready to explode. Would she accept him? Would she grow shy?
But the moment the words left his mouth, Cecilia’s expression froze over. The shy smile vanished. The corners of her lips twisted into a cruel, mocking sneer.
“Hmph. So you were only this kind of man.”
“……What?”
“Easy men are boring. You were a little cute when you played hard to get, but to fold after a single hand job? How disappointing.”
“Ce-Cecilia…?”
“As expected… only Master can satisfy me. Only he can fill me up.”
Without a shred of lingering affection, she rose. Cecilia gathered her blanket and returned to lie down beside the still-snoring Kane without so much as a backward glance.
Left behind, Hans felt the warmth inside the blanket drain away in seconds. The languor of release vanished. A misery deeper than anything he had felt during his days as a worthless extra tore through his chest.
……
He forced a bitter smile as he watched her retreating back. Hoo… Cecilia… actually, there’s one thing I never told you.
He closed his eyes and muttered to himself. If we ranked the girls I had crushes on at the academy… you were only fourth in the entire school, Cecilia.
As if hypnotizing himself, he desperately constructed ridiculous logic to dull the pain. Hehe… crushes are free, right? I had plenty of other girls on my list besides you…
The Saintess. The Imperial Princess. The Tower Master’s granddaughter. There had been names above yours on my list. So it’s not like I lost.
But.
Tears he could not control slid from beneath his closed eyelids, wetting his ears. Then… why the hell am I crying… fuck…
It hurt. An easy man. A boring man. Was it simply because he was a commoner? Or because he was weak? If he had been strong like Brother Kane—if he possessed the power to slice an orc’s neck like swatting a fly—would she have dismissed him so easily?
Hans’s eyes darkened with turbid resolve. Until now his only goal had been to flee danger and survive. But for the first time, a black venom coiled inside his chest.
Power… I need power.
He clenched his fist until his nails bit into his palm.
At the same time, in the town of Ludel. Second floor of the Moonlight Shelter inn, Hans’s room.
Masa was cleaning the empty space. She picked up the pillow he had slept on and buried her face in it.
“Haa…” She inhaled deeply. A faint trace of Hans’s scent remained—sweat and the distinct musk of a young male.
“I must have pushed him too hard… Our baby got scared and ran away, didn’t he?”
Masa murmured, blaming herself. “When he comes back, I’ll treat him properly. I’ll cook warm meals, do his laundry… like a real wife.”
She opened the shopping bag on the bed. These were the items she had boldly purchased at the fabric store earlier that day. Yet what emerged had nothing to do with the image of a wise mother and virtuous wife.
A sheer red see-through lingerie. A leather garter belt that cinched the thighs. And, most decisively, a daring bra with circular cutouts that left the nipples completely exposed.
Masa stood before the mirror. She held the red lingerie against her body and smiled with seductive charm.
“During the day, a perfect wife and mother. At night… I’ll be much hotter for you, my baby.”
In Eila’s small apartment, the receptionist was rolling around on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
“I miss him…” She could not forget the last sight of Hans—those hollow eyes as he fled like a frightened animal.
“He’d better not be hurting… our little puppy.”
Worried, she fiddled with the object in her hand. It was a brown glass bottle. She had bought it after the old woman at the general store told her it was “a direct hit when a man’s lacking energy.” She had no idea that Hans had nearly castrated himself by overdosing on the very same medicine and fled because of it.
Vitality that can raise even a dead ox!
Effect:Restores a man’s confidence
Eila’s eyes sparkled as she read the label. “When he comes back… I’ll make him drink this right away and check if he’s fully recovered.”
She hugged the bottle to her chest and rubbed her face against the pillow.
“Hurry back, Mr. Hans. Take your medicine… and stay up all night playing with me.”
With those happy fantasies, she drifted off to sleep.