The Knight's Real Education (2)
After that, Adrian spent the entire day honing his skills with Helia. It was grueling enough that his past life's self would've collapsed and given up long ago... but whatever. This body he now inhabited was blessed beyond measure, making it all possible.
Still, for all that the training was effective, his current flesh wasn't without its downsides. He couldn't always contain his surging power—and that meant he couldn't prevent certain unwanted parts from throbbing at the worst times.
"Uh, A-Adrian. Hold on a sec."
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Your, um... down there..."
During training, Helia's face flushed crimson as she averted her gaze. Puzzled, Adrian glanced downward—and sure enough, the monster between his legs had reared up massively. His pants hid it somewhat, but no fabric could fully conceal the outline of a 69-caliber cannon.
Unable to face it directly, Helia whipped her head away, staring off at distant mountains.
"Oh, shit. Sorry about that. Must be the workout getting me all riled up..."
"I-It's fine. You're a man, so... that happens, right? I understand. Y-Yeah..."
"..."
"...Ahem."
Helia cleared her throat awkwardly in the tense air. Then she fully turned her back to him, speaking in a hurried tone.
"W-Well, it's getting late, so let's call it here for today. We'll pick up the rest tomorrow at the same time."
"Hey, wait, Helia—"
"I have urgent business! Excuse me!"
She bolted like she was fleeing the scene. Left alone at the training ground, Adrian reflected on Helia's behavior so far and muttered under his breath.
Fuck, thought I was gonna bust a nut for real.
Clothes that barely covered her curves, constantly hiked up to flash her abs and tits—how could any man not get hard? Yet Helia seemed oblivious to how her body affected him. No, worse: every time he showed skin, she'd warn him off, revealing her strict sense of chastity.
A woman with an uptight personality, knightly honor, and ironclad morals... yet dressing like a total slut.
"...Fuckin' tease. Makes me so goddamn hard."
The thrill of that gap only made his cock swell bigger. Quietly slipping away, he headed back to his inn, already deciding what he'd jerk off to tonight.
*****
The next morning dawned after a night of vigorous release. Heading to the training ground as planned, Adrian found Helia already there, waiting ahead of him.
"Ah, there you are, Adrian. How's your body holding up? I worried we pushed too hard yesterday—might strain your muscles..."
"No need to fret. If anything, I feel even friskier than yesterday."
He wasn't exaggerating. The previous day's efforts had clearly paid off; his muscles felt denser, tougher. If this kept up, by the arena match in a week, he'd be unrecognizably stronger.
"That's a relief, then..."
Helia seemed reassured by his enthusiasm, though her voice trailed off. For a split second, her eyes flicked toward his crotch—like she was remembering yesterday's bulge.
Scared it'd happen again? Or... maybe a little curious on her end?
"By the way, you okay, Helia?"
Her reaction tickled something in his chest. Fishing a bit, he probed further.
"No need to worry about me. As a knight, I maintain my body rigorously..."
"Nah, not that. Just bugged me how you rushed off yesterday. Urgent business, you said—hope it got sorted?"
"Th-That...!"
Helia flinched at his words, her usual poise crumbling into flustered panic—a rare sight that screamed she hadn't forgotten the incident.
"...Y-Yes, I handled it somehow. Please don't worry."
"Good to hear."
Haah, you horny bitch. Obsessed with my dick much? Gotta fuck you raw first chance I get—any ideas how?
"A-Ahem. Let's begin training, then."
"Sure. Looking forward to it."
For now, focus on training with her. Cooperating fully, Adrian followed her lead through the morning session: laps around the training ground, push-ups, wooden sword swings, and stances for handling weapons...
"Next, we'll practice manipulating mana."
After the basics came this new exercise. Curious, Adrian echoed her.
"Mana? You mean the stuff for magic and all?"
"Precisely, it's the energy that responds to one's will to produce physical force. Not just for magic like you mentioned—warriors use it to temper their bodies or execute techniques."
Ah, got it. Matches the fantasy tropes I know—good. And actually touching real fantasy elements made his heart race unexpectedly. Nail this lesson, and maybe he'd sling spells too.
"But manipulating mana won't be easy for you, Adrian."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Unlike women, men rarely have the innate aptitude."
Men suck at mana compared to women? News to him. He pressed for details, and she explained readily.
"Mana is energy that manifests physical power in response to will. Mastering it means wielding strength beyond your flesh. The better you handle it, the greater your power and versatility."
"So guys lag behind 'cause they're shit at it?"
"Yes—that's why women protect men. Some even claim outright female superiority... though I don't care for that view personally."
Makes sense: mana mastery equals power, so women rule. Nodding along, Adrian still puzzled over her plan.
"Then what's the point for me? Won't do much good."
"True, men are inferior at it—but it's not worthless. Even a little control expands your options. Who knows what lies ahead? More aces up your sleeve can't hurt."
Fair point. Better than bare fists—a pebble beats nothing.
"Exactly. So we'll train mana handling now..."
Helia started the session but trailed off, glancing away awkwardly—like the next part embarrassed her.
He'd learn why soon enough.
"C-Could you... remove your shirt, please?"
"Pardon?"
"N-No, not like that! It's purely for training—I swear, no ulterior motives...!"
She stammered, squeezing her eyes shut. Her desperate clarification showed genuine concern for him. Fair enough—in his old world, a male trainer telling a woman to strip would raise red flags.
"All of it?"
"N-No, just the upper half..."
"Alright, easy enough."
He itched to drop trou too, but that'd scare her off and kill training. Restraining himself, he peeled off his top as instructed, baring his sculpted torso before her: shoulders, chiseled pecs, ripped abs—all on display.
"Ugh..."
Too shy to look? Eyes still clenched, she spoke in a strained voice.
"N-Now... turn around and sit, please."
"Like this?"
"Yes, just so..."
He sat with his back to her. Moments later, she settled behind him and placed trembling hands on his skin—as if the mere touch felt sinful.
"Th-This is your body, Adrian..."
Gulp.
Her swallow echoed clearly. Despite the tension, she soon steadied herself.
"A-Alright... I'll infuse my mana into you now."
"Into my body?"
"You'll inherit the sensation from an expert and learn from it. Since you've never handled mana, first grasp what it feels like."
Experience beats a hundred explanations—solid. Trusting her, Adrian focused on the incoming flow.
A strange current from her palms: alien like a needle injection, itchy too.
Hummm.
The vibration sharpened, spreading through him, building to shivers. Then he sensed power rising within—from his back, down his arms, to his fingertips... and beyond, writhing like an extension of his body.
Concentrating, he felt it obey his will. Like clay grafted to his flesh—could he mold it, split it?
Hummm, hmm.
Cupping his hands experimentally, he focused—and felt it solidify into a sphere, rolling at his command.
Now he got it: mana was a blob of physical force, bendable to his whims. Versatile enough for anything, transcending raw muscle. No wonder women dominated here.
"Impressive."
Helia murmured admiration from behind. Her hands had lifted—he was manipulating it solo.
"You grasped the sensation just from infusion. Most men struggle even with that... pure talent."
"So I'm doing great?"
"'Great' undersells it. Forming an orb already skips months of basics."
Months in minutes—and as a man? Worthy of awe. Pride swelling, Adrian spun to show her the mana ball in his palm.
"So a bit more practice, and I'll wield it in real fights?"
"W-Wait, Adrian—turning like that... Nngh!"
She panicked, eyes dropping—then froze. Pulling away, she whispered warningly.
"A-Adrian... your crotch..."
Crotch? Oh right—same tingly gathering down there. Glancing down confirmed it: full mast, straining.
Fuck, why's this dick always acting up?
Helia explained haltingly.
"I-I recall now: men get intense physical stimulation using mana. That's why their aptitude lags..."
Hard-ons sabotage mana control? Wild setting. He excelled anyway, but couldn't train erect forever.
"How do I make it go down?"
"W-Wait it out... or, um, release..."
"Release? Jerk off?"
"Y-Yes... ejaculate..."
Eyes shut tight, she turned away, voice quivering.
"I-I'll face away till it subsides. Ignore me and... take care of it."
...Jack off mid-training? Bizarre twist, but no choice. He'd rub one out huge...
Wait—play this right, and...
"Helia, mind a big favor?"
"Y-Yes? Ask away."
Opportunity knocking. Heart pounding, he went for it.
"Could you... help me calm it down? Yourself?"
"Wh-Wha?!"
"I'm new to mana—noob mistake might fuck things up. Safer with your hand."
She froze solid, stunned. No instant no, though. Sensing wiggle room, he doubled down.
"With your hand... make me cum?"
If she truly cared, she'd cave.