Aisha's Irresistible Heat
"Please... don't leave me alone..."
"..."
He couldn't just brush off Aisha, who gazed up at him with those pitiful eyes. It wasn't that his emotions were shaken. From the start, he'd only wanted to see her reaction—he'd never intended to leave in the first place.
"Alright. I'll stay right here."
Minwoo was a little thrown off by how much better her response was than he'd anticipated. Even a former hero gets emotionally fragile when they're sick, huh? Calling her heat cycle a sickness felt a bit off, but still.
In a way, though, this reaction from Aisha was perfectly natural. A whole century, after all. She'd spent ages beyond Minwoo's wildest imagination pining for a man she couldn't even see. And now, in that situation, she'd met a guy who carried his scent—possibly his descendant. It was no wonder her emotions were in total chaos.
In truth, Aisha was exerting tremendous self-control right now. Back in her younger days, when her patience was still lacking, she would've pounced on Minwoo without a second thought. But she squeezed her eyes shut, silently repeating Leon's name in her mind.
Minwoo had no intention of letting her off that easily. She was completely defenseless at the moment. Thanks to his suggestions, she couldn't tap into her real power at all. Forcing himself on her wouldn't be impossible, but he had no interest in such a boring conquest.
Minwoo perched on the edge of the bed, turning his back to her as he spoke. "Aisha. If there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to tell me. I'll do whatever I can."
"Mmm... thank you..."
His kind words warmed something deep in her chest. Yeah, Leon was always this gentle. With every passing moment, she felt Leon more and more in Minwoo. And that was why the words slipped from her lips unbidden.
"Then... could you... hold my hand...?"
"...That much? Sure."
Minwoo slipped his hand under the covers and took hers.
"Hngh..!"
"You okay? Did I grab too hard?"
"N-no... it's fine... just keep holding it..."
As Minwoo gently stroked the back of her hand, a soft moan escaped her. Just from his touch on her hand... His suggestions were working perfectly.
Aah... Minwoo's hand... feels so good... She didn't know why, but holding his hand alone was calming her racing heart. He must be Leon's descendant, no doubt. But at the same time, the thought of Leon marrying another woman stabbed at her chest. Was she just a little sister figure to him, after all?
That realization brought a crushing sense of loss crashing over her. Unrequited love. She might've been better off never knowing. A single tear welled up in the corner of her eye, tracing down her cheek.
It was a tear carrying the weight of a century of heartbreak. And that was precisely when Minwoo spoke.
"Aisha. I know it's weird to say this right now, but... I'm really grateful to you."
"Huh...?"
"Getting dropped alone into a world I knew nothing about? Honestly, I was scared. There are scary monsters here, people are wary of outsiders... and I'm just a powerless guy. When you offered to take me along, I was thrilled."
"..."
"So don't worry. Even if you're hurting, I'll be right by your side. Your 'grandfather'—Leon, was it? I'm not as strong as him. But at least when you're in pain, lean on me."
Of course, every word from Minwoo was pure theater. He saw her as nothing more than a convenient tool. He needed to get to the imperial capital, but he didn't know the roads, and there could be unexpected dangers. Aisha was strong, had some status—perfect for his current needs. Plus, that voluptuous body was a nice bonus. His plan was simply to stick close to her for a while. That was it.
But to Aisha, his words flipped her entire life upside down. A century of unrequited love and loneliness had hollowed out a massive void in her heart. And in that moment, she realized something else was filling it.
"No..."
"Hm?"
"I was barely holding back... and then you say something like that..."
"...Like what?"
After a brief silence, Aisha continued.
"It makes it so I can't hold back anymore!"
In the end, Aisha pounced on him.
...
"Like this? Is this right? Huh?"
"Yes. Lift your hips a bit higher. There you go. Good girl."
"Hngh..! Hurry... Minwoo..! Do something—anything—quick..!"
Minwoo gave a wry smile as he watched Aisha, face-down on the bed, shaking her firm ass up and down in desperate plea. It hadn't gone exactly as planned, but this works too, doesn't it? That's what he thought.
Originally, he'd aimed to manipulate her into jumping him. He'd even put on an act to make her like him. And it had worked. He figured he'd just let her take the lead from there.
But things didn't go as he'd hoped. The issue was that Aisha was far more innocent than he'd imagined—in every sense.
Even if she has no experience... not even knowing how to have sex is a bit much.
When she'd first lunged at him, Minwoo had planned to surrender completely. Ernate and Siola had been total virgins about sex, so he'd had to teach them from scratch anyway. Sometimes, he wanted to be led—follow an experienced big sis's guidance. It didn't sound bad.
But Aisha was mature only in body and personality; sexually, she was like a complete child. She'd pounced because she couldn't contain her heat, but after that, she just rubbed herself against him. She'd never masturbated, let alone had sex. Even in heat, she'd just lifted her ass like a cat in estrus and writhed—that was it.
Her only brush with anything sexual was back in her youth, nearly getting her virginity stolen by a perverted noble. That had only instilled fear of sex, not given her any knowledge.
In the end, the "big sis leading" fantasy was impossible from the start. Like Ernate and Siola, he'd have to teach Aisha too.
Minwoo sighed inwardly and began stroking her ass.
"Hyaaang..!?"
At his touch, Aisha's tail shot straight up as she let out a melting moan. Minwoo savored her reaction, kneading the soft flesh with both palms. Even though she was only his third, he could tell she had a unique flavor compared to Ernate or Siola. Women weren't all the same.
"Hyaaah..! Hwaaang..! Minwooo..!"
She trembled violently from the lightest caress, but at the same time, an unbearable ache built inside her. Minwoo was deliberately avoiding her dripping slit. His thumbs grazed the edges now and then, but he focused solely on enjoying her plush cheeks.
As time dragged on, her frustration only amplified.
"Minwoo..! I-I can't... take it anymore..! Please..! Do something—anything..! Hwaaaang..!"
Her tongue lisped like a child's as she desperately called his name. It was as if her subconscious had regressed to when she'd first met Leon. Her body had grown, but that shy virginity lingered deep in her heart.
And that gap excited Minwoo.
"I was hoping for big-sis play, but this is pretty good too. Looks like this spot's ready, so how about we make it memorable with your first insertion?"
"Hyaaang..! Anything... just do it..! Hurry..! I can't... hold back..!"
"As ordered... here goes... hup..!"
With a light grunt, Minwoo's erect cock plunged straight into Aisha's pussy. It was already so soaked that fluid ran down her thighs—no foreplay needed.
"Hnyaaaang!!"
He'd worried it might hurt for her first time, but that was unfounded. Maybe because she was a beastkin, or from her intense martial arts training—either way, there was no hymen, and her walls welcomed him without resistance.
"Hyaaang! Hwaaaang!"