The Queen’s First Initiation
The Queen’s pussy… it was warm and shockingly soft. It felt as smooth as living silk, yet possessed a distinct, supple elasticity. When I pressed my fingertip against it, the flesh yielded into a shallow dimple before springing back to its original shape.
“…You must have seen many women’s private parts, Seru. Is mine the same as theirs?”
Regina’s voice had dropped lower than usual. Her queenly dignity remained, but it was laced with a faint tremor. I shook my head immediately at her question.
“No. You are special, Your Majesty. You are breathtakingly beautiful.”
“Is… that so?”
“You are incredibly soft, beautiful, and… just as the book describes… you truly look like the gateway to the earth itself.”
I added a touch of hyperbole to my response. The very act of looking at the Queen’s pussy was an honor, so I flattered her with all my heart. Regina’s anatomy was unique—rather than the outer lips spreading wide, the petals were curled inward, delicate and refined.
“I am relieved,” Regina said, smiling as if truly comforted. “Please, proceed with the ‘External Examination’ as written in the book.”
I shifted my gaze to the ancient text spread out on the floor. The page contained detailed illustrations of a woman’s vulva from various angles, accompanied by numbered instructions for the movement of my fingers.
1. Without touching the clitoris, caress the entire vulva.
2. Spread the labia majora to observe the shape and color of the labia minora.
3. Trace the labia minora from top to bottom to memorize the texture.
4. Descend to the perineum, apply pressure, and observe the reaction.
I set the book aside and focused once more on her pussy. Regina had spread her legs even wider.
“Forgive my rudeness.”
“Please… make yourself comfortable.”
My index finger gently traced the outer edge of her labia majora. From top to bottom, slowly… as if savoring the sensation. Every time her skin brushed against my fingertips, a thrilling electric current shot straight to my brain. ‘I’m so turned on….’ The cock inside my trousers was already fully engorged, straining against the fabric. I could feel her breathing growing ragged as well.
“Hnnng…”
Small, successive gasps escaped her lips. I didn’t stop; I continued to caress her. Then, naturally, I slightly parted the entrance. The clitoris inside was revealed—a deeper shade of pink, shaped like a tiny bean. I had seen it countless times before with the songstresses… but in this moment, Regina’s felt uniquely special. I was nervous. And… a primal impulse surged within me. It was becoming difficult to maintain my reason against the rising tide of lust.
I explored the interior, parting the folds, examining every inch. I could see moisture gathering. Transparent, sticky fluid began to coat my fingers.
“…You are becoming quite wet.”
“Th-that is a natural phenomenon. We are in the middle of training… it is only to be expected.”
Her voice was trembling. I could feel her struggling to maintain her royal dignity, but her breath had already lost its rhythm.
I glanced at the book. The next step was the clitoris. The most sensitive area. Do not touch it directly at first; stimulate the surrounding area in a circular motion. Gradually narrow the range.
I used my index finger to gently stroke the small mound just above the clitoris. Slowly, very slowly, I began to draw circles. Regina let out a low gasp—a short, shallow breath escaping through her nose. Then—my touch finally grazed the clitoris itself.
“Ah, ahhh… w-wait just a moment…”
Her thighs snapped shut for a fleeting second before falling open again, limp. Her pussy twitched and spasmed. It moved as if it were alive, repeating cycles of contraction and relaxation in time with her breathing. I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed inside my pants, feeling as though it might burst.
“…Are you alright?”
“You may… continue…”
I drew circles again, but this time, I added stimulation by lightly tapping and flicking at it.
“Hnnng… haa…”
Regina threw her head back, staring at the ceiling. Her chest heaved up and down. Her voluptuous breasts swayed in rhythm.
“Next is…”
I looked down at the book. The next instruction was written with absolute clarity: Suck it and taste it.
I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face between the Queen’s thighs and pressed my lips to her. I sucked on her with a touch of gluttony… yet with a wild intensity, as if drinking honeyed water.
“Slurp, shhh-lick, mmmph!”
“Haa…! Ah…! Nnnng…!”
The Queen’s moans erupted without pause. Eventually, she began to sob, as if she could no longer hold back the sensation.
“Hnnng… ah… ahhhhhhh…!”
She grabbed my head with both hands, crying out in ecstasy. For a long time, I busied myself with her pussy—licking, sucking, and caressing, exploring every hidden corner. I focused on sucking the clitoris, tasting it with my tongue, parting the entrance to lick the inner folds, and even inserting two fingers to stir her depths. Until now, I had only ever thought of shoving my cock into a woman, but this was the first time I had ever devoted such care to foreplay.
‘I’ve never even spent this much time on Estelle…’
The thought crossed my mind. Whenever I met a woman, I had always been in a rush to reach penetration. But now, it was different. I watched her carefully, feeling every reaction, every tremor, and the shifting pitch of her moans.
“Se-Seru… Lord… haa… it’s hot… so hot… my body…”
Instead of replying, I pushed my tongue deeper. Her interior tightened around me, triggering another spasm.
“Haaack…”
Her entire body reacted, and a pitiful moan echoed through the room. It was erotic, arousing… and exhilarating. My academic fervor began to ignite. This wasn’t just a lewd act. Every movement was a process of learning, and every reaction her body showed felt like a textbook.
‘I will learn everything.’
Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art Level 1: Yin-Yang Perception – The Enlightenment of Unity. The next sentence in the book caught my eye: Kiss each other. Exchange energy through lips and tongues, and perceive each other’s Yin and Yang. From this moment, true copulation begins.
I pulled away from her pussy and lifted my gaze. I looked up at her face from between her spread legs. The Queen’s head was thrown back, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes were already glazed over. Her lips were slightly parted, gasping for air.
Kiss. The word felt heavy. The act of pressing lips together… perhaps it was a more truthful act than touching her pussy. An act of confirming the deeper reaches of reason and the heart. I hesitated. Would the Queen even permit a kiss?
“Your Majesty, here in this book… it says to kiss.”
“A kiss…?”
I nodded slowly. “…Yes.”
Regina straightened her head and looked down at me. Her glazed eyes sharpened for a moment before softening and melting again. A faint… smile formed on her lips.
“I permit it.”
At those words, my heart sank, only to begin pounding violently a moment later. ‘A kiss is allowed, too? The Queen… she really likes me.’ She wasn’t just a fan in name only. She was a true, passionate fan with genuine feelings.
I immediately stood up and sat beside her. “Then… forgive my rudeness.”
I carefully brought my lips to hers. The Queen closed her eyes. I pulled her into my arms with one hand, and our lips met. At first, it was light. We brushed our lips together, touching and pulling away. Then, we pressed them together again, and we clung to each other more deeply.
Regina let out a small gasp.
“Hnnng…”
“Mmmph…”
The kiss deepened. Tongues intertwined, sucking and tangling. Saliva mixed, and a sticky sound echoed. Her hands gripped my back tightly. I pulled her into a fierce embrace.
“Slurp, mmmph, shhh-lick.”
The kiss became violent. It continued so deeply that we were breathless, with no room for our lips to part. By now, my cock had reached its limit. It had become a thick, rigid rod, as if it had drained all the blood from my body. It was sturdy enough to be pulled out and used as a pillar to support the royal palace. My trousers were stretched taut, threatening to tear, and my cock was writhing, desperate to break free.
My entire body was dominated by the instinct to enter Queen Regina’s pussy immediately. I wanted to throw away the training, throw away everything, and just push in roughly to finish it. But then, the book caught my eye.
Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art Level 2: Yin-Yang Fusion – Invade and Protect. Surprisingly, the next step was sex itself. The book stated:
"The male must open the female’s gate and inject Yang energy. However, do not let your vital essence flow out carelessly; hold it firmly within your Dantian. From the moment of complete insertion, Yin and Yang perceive each other, and the flow of fusion opens. You must not lose your essence in this flow; rather, you must make this a process of drawing in the female’s Yin energy to supplement and strengthen your own. Even at the moment of ejaculation, remain conscious to hold back the majority of your essence within your body, releasing only a minute amount."
‘I still don’t know what that means.’ How am I supposed to do that? A man inevitably consumes stamina during sex—how am I supposed to hold it back? Regardless, I laid Queen Regina on the bed and climbed on top of her. By now, neither the Queen nor I were in our right minds. We were burning with desire for one another. The Queen was spreading her legs as wide as she could, opening her pussy wide… with a desperate expression that begged me to enter quickly.
“Seru… quickly…”
That expression drove me insane. I didn’t bother with formalities; I grabbed my cock and invaded her interior. Deeply… I thrust in all at once.
“Haaack…!”
Along with a feeling of resistance, as if something inside her was tearing, her hot flesh gripped and tightened around my cock. Immediately after, blood stained the sheets. Queen Regina III, the thirty-something monarch of the Borus Kingdom. Rumor had it she had never been with a man in her life. A woman who had maintained the royal family’s aloof image, even rejecting political marriages. The fact that those rumors were neither exaggerated nor embellished was now being vividly proven by my cock.
She was truly a virgin.