Chapter 133: Stepping into the Light - 5
Chapter 133: Stepping into the Light - 5
Jiha's words.
"...You want me?"
"What else do you think I've been putting all this effort into?"
"..."
Asira could only blink, unable to believe it.
She thought of herself as unattractive as a woman.
There was Kamain's scheming, and her position as a Unique meant men didn't dare approach her.
'The reason Asira dotes on Yura so much... is probably because she thinks Yura is feminine in a way she isn't.'
People yearn for what they lack.
Of course, Asira's affection for her junior wasn't limited to just that.
Jiha spoke with a grin.
"I'm starting to lose my patience."
"N-no. That's..."
"If you don't believe me, I'll make you believe."
Jiha pulled Asira's hand down toward his pants.
The stiff erection bulging inside them.
He'd felt frustrated after being forced to stop with just sucking on Leticia's chest earlier, and the rebound from kissing the female knight left him intensely aroused.
"Ah, ahh."
Asira let out a pained sound and floundered.
She tried to pull her hand away as if burned, but Jiha didn't release her wrist.
If she truly hated it, she would have used Mana, but Asira showed not the slightest hint of that.
Once they were on the bed, they were simply a man and a woman.
Jiha faced Asira as a man, and Asira faced him as a woman, casting aside all the trivialities.
Even the shackles of being a Blue Seal Unique and Yura's senior were thrown away.
She was just a woman being courted by a man she'd never imagined would want her.
"W-wait. Wait a moment."
"I told you I can't wait. Shall we hurry up?"
Jiha shamelessly tried to strip off Asira's shirt.
Startled, Asira blocked him with her free hand and twisted her shoulders to shake him off.
Of course, Jiha had no real intention of stripping her, so he let her do it.
After all, Asira had only stopped being a virgin less than half a day ago.
'Pushing for more now would be unreasonable.'
He wasn't trying to break her.
Jiha planned to coax and soothe her into becoming his woman, not to do anything to her body.
Completely unaware of Jiha's calculations and convinced she was about to be taken, Asira gasped out rapid breaths and spoke quickly.
"I-I want to think about this a little."
"Right, so let's do it once first."
Jiha said it calmly.
"I'm sleeping next to you tonight. If we don't do anything, I won't be able to sleep."
"..."
"With a knockout woman like you beside me, you think I wouldn't lay a single finger on you?"
Asira's face grew even more flustered.
Jiha was going to sleep here?
Jiha noticed Asira's thoughts tangling into a complicated mess and whispered with a smile.
"That doesn't mean I'm telling you to overdo it. Let's just do a little."
"N-no..."
Asira tried to think and piece together words but couldn't manage it.
Riding a horse and swinging a sword on the battlefield was second nature to her.
But getting entangled with a man in bed like this was a completely unknown world; she was nothing more than a bashful girl.
No, worse than that.
She was the type who hid away reading romance novels, secretly dreaming of sweet things, sighing that a day of love like this would never come for her.
So he would exploit that opening and capture her completely.
Jiha kissed Asira and pulled her hand toward him again.
The third kiss.
"Mmm..."
The moment their lips met, Asira stiffened up again.
Her face was clearly frantic, overwhelmed by her pounding heart.
Slowly.
Then Jiha pulled down his pants and guided Asira's hand to grip his cock.
"Ah, ah..."
Asira, who had kept her eyes tightly shut while kissing, opened them and let out a choked cry.
A hot rod of flesh thrashing in her hand.
The moment she held it, it surged and pulsed, and she was too embarrassed to say anything.
"Ugh."
It had burrowed inside her body earlier.
It was far more hideous, thicker, and stouter than anything described in her novels.
"...Th-this is."
"Different, isn't it?"
"..."
Asira was a woman who commanded on the battlefield.
She had seen corpses, and she knew intellectually what a man's genitals were.
But this was surely the first time she had seen a cock fully erect and wanting a woman like this.
And touching it with her hand.
Slowly. Slowly.
Jiha made Asira grip his shaft and move her hand back and forth.
The female knight's firm yet soft fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked.
"Mmm."
"..."
At Jiha's groan, Asira hunched her shoulders in embarrassment.
But... as if she now understood, she started moving her hand on her own.
Realizing that a savage beast calms down when you do this.
Slowly. Slowly.
"Mmm, mm."
"...This is a secret from Yura."
Asira said it in a trembling voice.
That soothing him with her body like this was their secret alone.
She was playing the part of the female knight being unilaterally violated by a violent man, forced to offer her body to protect her junior.
"Mm, I'll handle that part."
Jiha said that and kissed her again.
At the same time, he stripped off Asira's shirt.
Slip. Sliiide.
Asira no longer resisted Jiha removing her clothes.
She'd made her own resolve, settled her heart.
First, the fact that Jiha wanted her this much seemed to be true, though it didn't feel real.
And it wasn't a situation where she could refuse...
The look in her eyes as she gazed at Jiha was complicated, yet considerably softened.
As Yura had said, Asira was conscious of Jiha as a man.
"Uh, uhm."
"...Is it alright?"
At Jiha's groan, Asira asked with concern.
Worried she might be hurting him.
Instead of answering, Jiha stroked Asira's shoulder.
He caressed the line of her shoulder exposed as her shirt slipped down, then his hand reached her breast.
A large breast on light blue skin. As Jiha grasped it, Asira murmured.
"Yura's chest is bigger..."
"The one I want to touch is you."
"..."
Asira's face reddened at the blunt words.
It was surely not only because Jiha's grip was kneading her breast.
As Jiha grasped it firmly and massaged it all over, Asira's lips parted, and a low moan escaped.
"Uh, uhm. Hmm."
"Mmm, mm..."
Jiha didn't suppress his uncharacteristically ragged breathing.
The gazes of the man and woman intertwined.
Their lips met naturally.
Now, when Jiha tilted his head, Asira recognized it, closed her eyes, and waited for him.
Slip. Sliiide.
Even so, her hand kept a steady grip on his cock, stroking continuously.
The cock held in the female knight's grasp pulsed each time, swelling and growing hotter, clamoring to release.
It was desperate to taste Asira's inner flesh.
"..."
Jiha's head was growing hot too.
He wanted to taste more than just her hand. He wanted her pussy.
He already knew that this demon knight's inner walls were exquisitely hot, driving a man senseless.
"Ha, hoo. Mmm."
As Jiha's touch on her breast grew rougher, Asira winced in distress.
Their eyes met.
"..."
Hesitantly, ever so slightly, Asira parted her legs.
Knowing what the man wanted.
But Jiha whispered softly.
"Keep using your hand."
"But..."
Jiha's mouth sealed over Asira's lips before she could finish her protest.
Their tongues mingled now.
Slick tongues twined and tangled together.
Lips still pressed together, Jiha breathed hotly and whispered.
"...A little faster."
"..."
Slip. Slip. Slip. Slip.
"Mmm, that's good."
As Jiha whispered, he continued tasting Asira's lips and kneading her breast.
He cornered the female knight who had been a virgin until recently, made her grip his cock and stroke it, stole her lips, and roughly groped her breasts.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
"Ha, ah, ah, ah..."
As if she didn't know how to hide her moans, Asira sobbed quietly and trembled every time Jiha squeezed.
She didn't know how to resist the man's fingers clinging to her chest, relentlessly teasing it without knowing when to stop.
All she could do was keep shaking the hand firmly gripping his cock, as she had been taught.
"Hoo, hoooo..."
As Asira kept stroking repeatedly, Jiha's breathing grew rougher too.
It was an awkward, rhythmless touch from a woman unfamiliar with men.
But the psychological satisfaction of having his way with this noble demon knight was immense.
He'd also been quick to react after holding back and withdrawing from teasing Leticia earlier.
"Uh, uhm. Uhm."
Jiha bit Asira's lip and sucked intensely, suppressing the rising urge to cum.
Eyes closed, Asira did as Jiha wanted, parting her lips, accepting his tongue, and continuing to stroke his cock repetitively.
"Mm, mm."
As Asira kept shaking, her hand slipped and grazed the head of his cock.
Twitch.
Trying to endure the climbing sensation, Jiha's body trembled at the sudden stimulation to the glans.
Press. Squeeze.
Realizing this with a woman's instinct, Asira absently pressed and circled the head with her thumb, rubbing it.
Not caring that the precum, already leaking from heavy arousal, was smearing onto her fingers.
"Hoo, hoo. Hoooo..."
Even when Jiha clenched his grip on her breast tighter, she let out not a single groan, focused solely on stimulating his cock.
Press. Squeeze.
Asira coated the glans thickly with precum, then moved back up and gripped the shaft.
"Uh, uhm. Uuuhm."
"Ha, ahh..."
She seemed to realize that Jiha was extremely aroused and that stimulating the glans was effective.
His fingers, which had been kneading her breast, had stopped moving and only tightened, so it was impossible not to know.
"Ah, hoooo..."
The sensation of cumming surged up.
There was no reason to hold back, but Jiha reflexively tried to endure.
By a man's instinct to prolong this moment.
Slip. Sliiide.
But Asira suddenly quickened the rhythm, making the strokes long.
Her grip, which had only gone back and forth around the middle of the shaft, suddenly slid down to the base and then all the way up to the head in one motion, repeated three or four times.
Sparks flew in Jiha's vision, and his hips bucked.
"Uh, uhm. Uhm."
"..."
Peck.
In that moment, Asira reflexively kissed Jiha.
Telling him not to hold back.
"It's, coming..."
Splurt!
Before he could finish speaking, his cock lurched and semen shot out.
Pure white semen gushed wildly, spurting onto Asira's neck, shoulders, and chest.
"..."
Asira, startled, closed her eyes but didn't let go of his cock and back away.
Tightly.
Instead, she cupped it preciously with her hand.
The cock pulsing as it spurted.
"Kh, uhm."
Jiha let out an incomprehensible groan as his body trembled again.
Spurt!
Because Asira was so unexpectedly devoted, the mental satisfaction directly translated into physical pleasure.
Once more, opaque fluid gushed from the cock held firmly in the demon's grasp.
Semen dripped and clung stickily all over Asira's light blue skin.
Jiha released two or three more spurts before gasping for breath.
"Huff, haaaah."
"..."
Asira, who had kept her eyes tightly shut the whole time Jiha was cumming, opened them and asked.
"...Are you done?"
"..."
This woman gets it.
She knew what pleased a man.
Knowledge probably gained from a book.
Her shirt lay open, semen splattered across Asira's bare skin.
Jiha looked on with satisfaction and nodded.
"...Rest a bit."
Then once more.