Chapter 15: Educating the Virgin Knight (1)
“Ah, uh, um……”
Helia panted raggedly, at a complete loss for words after my suggestion. But based on everything I'd seen from her so far, I could make a solid guess. As a knight, she viewed me as a relatively weaker male in need of protection—and because of that, she always put men's needs first and foremost. On top of which, she carried guilt over the fact that I'd fought as a gladiator in the arena. So if I was in a bind, she'd bend over backward to fix it.
“Y-yes, that's… right. A v-valid… opinion.”
Just as my hunch proved spot-on, Helia soon voiced her agreement in a trembling voice.
“Adrian has only just awakened his mana, after all. If he tries handling it alone, an accident could happen—so he needs help from someone experienced, like me.”
Fortunately, she'd bought into my outrageous proposal. Even so, she couldn't charge ahead right away; her demeanor stayed cautious.
“But that… Are you truly all right with it? For me to… presume to… lay hands on Adrian's… body…?”
Of course I am. Fuck, what man would turn down a smoking-hot bitch like you putting her hands on him?
But I couldn't spit out my real thoughts. In this world, it was men who had to play the chaste role—not women. Especially not with someone like her, who guarded her virtue so fiercely; getting too aggressive would be a bad move.
“It's fine. I've felt how you're doing this for my sake during our training.”
“Th-that's…”
“You're not harboring any weird intentions, are you?”
“N-no!?”
Helia gulped hard, staring at me with eyes round as saucers. Puzzled by her reaction, I watched as she broke out in cold sweat and started babbling incoherently.
“Y-yes! Of course! I-I've never had feelings like that for Adrian. How could I ever…”
What the hell? Her reaction's way more intense than I expected. Is she just pretending not to notice, while secretly seeing me as a full-fledged man?
“Then it's fine. I can trust my body to you, Helia.”
No, don't jump the gun. The key points are that she's looking out for me… and that my cock's on the verge of exploding from the mana buildup, with her about to drain it personally.
To vent that urge, I dropped my pants. She swallowed hard and fixed her gaze on my manhood.
“Th-this… with my own hands…”
“Could you do it by hand?”
“Ah, y-yes. Th-then…”
Helia's hand crept forward, trembling. Her fingertips hovered just shy of contact—then she squeezed her eyes shut and pressed them to my glans.
“U-uh…”
Is this okay? Can I push further? Her touch carried the hesitant conflict of a pubescent boy stumbling on porn for the first time. Rather than satisfying me, it only teased my cock harder, stoking my thirst.
“It's fine. You can grip it tighter.”
Hiding my frustration behind a gentle nudge, I watched her shift from fingertips to full palm, finally wrapping around my shaft.
“Y-yes. Then…”
Her hand stroked my cock. True to her knightly calling, it was rough with calluses. Not silky smooth—but that rawness screamed zero male experience, doubling my arousal. Especially after all the sex-crazed perverts I'd encountered so far…
Yeah, in a world overflowing with degenerates, a fresh innocent like her is one in a million.
“I-is this… how it's done?”
This woman, so clueless about sex, was about to be corrupted by me. Heart pounding with that forbidden thrill, I fought back the impulse and answered carefully.
“Yes, just move your hand like that.”
“L-like… this?”
Stroke. Stroke. Her hand slid up and down my length. Hesitant, passive motions. Vague stimulation that dragged on without building to release—just endless teasing. No sign of climax.
As impatience flickered in her eyes fixed on my cock, and she shot me occasional worried glances—afraid she'd messed up—I felt the urge to cross that moral line swell viciously.
Just a little… one tiny step further, right here, right now…
“With your… mouth…”
“Y-yes?”
“Could you do it with your mouth?”
“With my… mouth?”
Helia's eyes flew wide—she clearly hadn't seen that coming. But the words were out; no taking them back. I fed her the most plausible excuse I could muster.
“It… doesn't seem stimulating enough. You want to wrap this up quick too, right?”
“Y-yes. I don't want to trouble Adrian…”
“You can go harder. So… with your mouth…”
Truth be told, a firmer handjob would do the trick. But we're this far—might as well shoot my shot.
Unable to refuse my intent, Helia lifted my cock toward her lips.
“All right, then. With my mouth…”
Finally. After swallowing my load so many times, this woman was about to take my cock in her mouth.
“Mmph…”
She started oh-so-gently. Lips pursed like a light kiss on the glans, she flicked a glance my way.
Is this really okay? Should I keep going?
“……Mmmph, slurp.”
Time passed, and she eased it into her mouth, inching forward. Once half-buried, she began bobbing, stimulating my shaft.
-Squelch, squelch.
Saliva coated my cock, producing wet friction sounds. The heat was intense; the press of her soft flesh exquisite.
A mouth that knew no men. Unlike the lust-boiling sluts I'd faced before, this was the mouth of someone who'd truly seen males as treasures to protect.
“Mmph, slurrrp, mmph…”
And now that woman was sucking my dick. So careful, so timid… yet desperately trying to please me.
But it wasn't enough. I couldn't be satisfied with this. I wanted to defile her rougher, nastier.
My trembling hand twitched toward her head—but I clamped down the urge, focusing every nerve on my cock.
Reveal my filthy side here, and she might feel betrayed, repulsed. Hold it in. Hide the sadism, bide for the next chance. For now, just savor the woman who's stolen my heart slurping my dick.
-Spluuurt, splurt!
At last, release. Her cheeks bulged. Semen leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping to the ground. She pulled off, gasping for air.
“Haa, haa… ♥”
Her dazed eyes—from exhaustion alone? Or shock at crossing her own line?
Only then did I snap to what I'd done, asking her worriedly.
“A-are you okay?”
Damn, even in the heat, did I push too far?
“Y-yes, I'm fine. If anything… I'm worried about you, Adrian…”
Luckily, no blame—just guilt as she swallowed the cum from her mouth. Even that felt wrong to her; she blushed furiously, gazing at me with concern.
“D-did I… do it right?”
Afraid she'd screwed up somehow. That fragile question sent fresh blood rushing below.
Fuck, this innocently lewd woman. How could anyone stop at one round with purity like hers?
“Yes, you were amazing.”
Still, I reined myself in and soothed her. This was just training—no more. Pushing to full intimacy would be too much.
“Thanks to your care, it felt so good to cum.”
“It… felt good?”
“Yes, incredibly. I'm just glad it was you—Helia—comforting me, not someone else.”
“……Ngh.”
Did my words embarrass her? Her face burned crimson as she tore her eyes from my cock and blurted hastily.
“P-put your clothes back on. We'll continue training…”
“Ah, right. Thanks for the rest.”
This was the limit for today. Chewing on that lingering regret, I refocused on our session.
Even if she's iron-willed, she's still a woman. And if she doesn't outright hate me… then yeah, there's definitely a chance we'll end up together.
Four days passed like that, our training routine locked in.
-Spluuurt, splurt.
In the midst of mana conditioning, Helia drained my surging lust once more. She pulled her mouth free, panting heavily.
“Haa, haa… ♥”
“You okay?”
“Y-yes, perfectly fine.”
The stimulation was inevitable during mana work. Her handling it hands-on had become routine; her reluctance to caress me had faded bit by bit. She'd even started getting the hang of it.
Thanks to that, she finished me efficiently—but the sessions shortening left me wanting more.
If only we'd progress just a little further here…
“……Um, Adrian.”
Just as that regret bubbled up, she spoke in a troubled tone.
“I hate to bring it up now, but… are you really okay with someone like me?”
“Someone like you—what do you mean?”
“Well, a man like you… you'd have chances with far better women than me. And even if it's for training, keep doing this with a lowly thing like me…”
Lowly? She's the hottest woman I've laid eyes on in this world.
But from our time together, she seemed oblivious to her own appeal. Too duty-focused to grasp how to navigate man-woman dynamics, maybe.
I'd been hopeless with women back home too, so I vaguely got her need for distance.
“I only allow it because it's you, Helia.”
But that wasn't enough. I wanted to close the gap more.
“B-because it's me…?”
“Any other woman, and I'd be way more guarded. But I know your heart's in the right place. You're training me because you want me to succeed, aren't you?”
“Y-yes. I just want you safe…”
“That's plenty. That's why I trust my body to you.”
Yeah—if she's beating herself up over touching me, just erase that guilt. I'd read her sincerity right, and my trust was genuine. Hell, I wanted to go even further.
“And I'm that grateful to you.”
Maybe I can let a sliver of desire slip—just a tiny bit more.
Feeling that pull, I cautiously extended both hands toward her breasts. Her eyes widened in shock.
“A-Adrian? What are you…?”
“I heard women like it when men touch them like this.”
Back home, it'd be harassment. But here? Acceptable. Just as women touching men counted as casual skinship in my old world, a man touching a woman could signal affection here.
“If you like it too, maybe I could repay the favor by comforting you…”
Hoping I wasn't wrong, I laid bare the desire I'd harbored all along.
“Could you entrust your body to me for a bit?”
Just as she trained me out of care… I wanted to show her the joys of womanhood in return.