Properly Schooled by the Female Knights (2)
“Priest! Priest!?”
“We have a patient here!”
Helia carried Adrian on her back, while Martina ran ahead, clearing the path. The two soon arrived at the nearest church, where a young-looking priest in monastic robes stepped forward.
“Ah, yes, you're the lord's knights. It's been a while. Is the lord doing well?”
“Brother Mirka, could we save the pleasantries for later?”
“The patient's in critical condition—he took a hard blow to the head!”
“Ah, of course. Right this way...”
Under Mirka's guidance, they entered the treatment room. He laid Adrian on the bed, examined his body, and channeled power into his hands. In response, a radiant light—holy power, the miracle cure born of faith—poured forth from his palms. The light bathed Adrian's head, healing it rapidly, and his pained expression began to ease.
“The wounds are healed for now. No visible injuries remain, so once he regains consciousness, he should be fine.”
“So the immediate crisis is averted.”
“Phew, feels like I aged ten years.”
The two women sighed in relief at Mirka's diagnosis. But as the tension faded, self-reproach filled the air.
“I should have been more careful. I knew Adrian would be coming soon; I should have foreseen it...”
“No, I was the one who got too heated. Even in a fight, I should have watched our surroundings...”
Jealousy had led them to draw blades on each other, and worse—they'd endangered the very man they were sworn to protect. This time, quick treatment had saved the day, but if something like this happened again, it could lead to irreversible disaster.
“...Come to think of it, we got too carried away.”
“Yeah, we didn't even ask what he wanted before acting on our own.”
As they reflected on their mistakes and softened their mutual animosity, Mirka watched with surprise.
“You two seem awfully worried about this man. Are you lovers?”
Lovers. The word for those bound by mutual affection. At the sound of it, both women blushed, averted their eyes, and mumbled in tiny voices.
“...Not yet.”
“Yeah, not... not yet...”
Perhaps, depending on his choice, they could become his. Mirka tilted his head at the subtle hope in their eyes, but soon his gaze drifted to the lower half of the unconscious Adrian.
“Uh, um?”
“What's wrong?”
“The patient's lower body is swelling up!”
“What!?”
Thinking some catastrophe had struck, they turned wide-eyed stares downward. Sure enough, his pants were bulging massively, just as Mirka said. He hurriedly stripped them off to check inside.
There stood his erect cock, towering proudly.
“It's... it's gotten huge...?”
“What the hell? Isn't he asleep? Why's it suddenly so big!?”
Men's erections were supposed to respond to desire, weren't they? The two, ignorant of male anatomy, were baffled, but Mirka, who knew better, nodded in understanding.
“It's a physiological response.”
“Physiological—you mean something that happens naturally?”
“Yes, men typically get morning wood during sleep as a natural reaction.”
“Huh, fascinating. So guys can get hard even while sleeping.”
Martina leaned in, admiring it closely with wonder. Helia shot her a dirty look and roughly yanked her shoulder, forcing her head away.
“...You shouldn't stare at a man's cock so openly.”
“What's the big deal? You've shoved it in and sucked it too.”
“W-we must separate public duty from private matters.”
Their bickering resumed lightly. Ignoring it, Mirka examined the cock more closely and tentatively applied holy power.
“Even accounting for physiology... this patient's cock seems awfully big.”
The offhand doubt slipped out. The arguing pair turned back to him.
“Too big... you mean it's abnormal?”
“Yes, compared to average men, it's enormous. Even holy power isn't healing it... Maybe some congenital defect?”
Defect. A word for abnormal physical states. Hearing it ignited the suspicions they'd harbored.
“Now that you mention it, it did seem odd. Adrian's cock is overwhelmingly huge compared to normal men.”
“Size aside, the power in it is no joke... Feels like all his strength from everywhere else got funneled down there.”
Indeed, power came at a price. Maybe this freakish erection demanded some hidden cost. Uneasy, Helia hesitantly asked Mirka.
“C-can't it stay like this forever? Is there no way to fix it?”
“Hmm, the most effective way to bring it down is probably to stimulate it to ejaculation.”
“Ejaculation?”
“Yes, it usually subsides after release.”
No doubt, nothing worked better for an erection. Facing it squarely, Helia clenched her fist and stepped toward Adrian's cock.
“...I'll take responsibility.”
“No, I'll do it. Bluntly, this happened because I got under your skin.”
Martina blocked her path, as if she'd been waiting. Feeling her duty obstructed, Helia frowned and voiced her stance.
“No, this accident was my fault, so I must take responsibility.”
“Bluntly, it was the ricochet from my strike.”
“Still, I...”
“No, I'll do it!”
The two glared fiercely, hands gripping his cock. Watching, Mirka gave a wry smile and slipped out.
“I have duties to attend to, so I'll leave you.”
Click. The door shut, leaving the two knights alone. Their squabble continued until the patient awoke.
“So that's why you were sucking my cock.”
“Yes... Slurp, to bring down Adrian's cock... Mmph.”
Splurt, spluuurt.
Mid-explanation came ejaculation. Helia took it to the face, catching the spilling semen in her hand and licking it clean. But the cock, still spurting, was soon tugged toward Martina.
“Hey. Me too...”
“Ah, yes. Martina too.”
Spluuurt.
Fresh semen flooded Martina's mouth. The sight of both women eagerly drinking my load sparked new arousal—the spent cock twitched, hinting at another erection.
“It's not going down easily.”
“Need to drain more?”
“...It'll subside with time, so let's stop here.”
After tidying up, I explained my cock to ease their worries. Morning wood was normal for men; its size wasn't some defect.
“So that monstrous thing is just naturally huge?”
“Yeah, no price paid, so relax.”
“We did something embarrassing without knowing.”
“Yeah, awful thing to do to an unconscious guy.”
Relieved yet self-loathing, they sighed. Pondering why they felt so guilty, I realized: in my old world, it'd be like two guys madly eating out a comatose woman's swollen pussy for some 'emergency'.
Fuck, yeah, that's straight-up pervy.
“But you did it out of concern for me, right?”
It stemmed from ignorance of sex and genuine worry. Reading their sincerity, they declared proudly.
“As women, protecting a man is only natural.”
“Told you—whatever the trigger, I'll take responsibility for the man I ravaged.”
If anything, they'd forced themselves on me... But if they saw it that way, no need to correct them. As long as it worked out.
Amid the relief, Martina slid in a question.
“Glad you're fine. Anyway, gotta ask something...”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Between me and her, who're you picking?”
“...Huh?”
Her cryptic words puzzled me. Helia emphasized.
“Please tell us whether you choose me or Martina.”
“Wait, what does that even mean...?”
Choose one? It hit me—they were proposing. Two women proposing to me, a man...
Really?
“Adrian.”
As confusion swirled, Helia knelt before me on the bed, reaching out.
“I truly take responsibility for letting Lady Renes manipulate you because of me. What you endured under her may scar you for life.”
Her sincere words carried weight far beyond a single fuck.
“If you'll allow it... I want to protect you forever.”
Forever? Just a few romps, yet to her, our acts meant that much?
“I don't have some grand reason. Just a woman's sense of duty... and mostly, having you around would make my life more fulfilling.”
Sharing the sentiment, Martina knelt too, reaching out.
“So choose me. I won't let you regret it.”
The two knights—irresistibly alluring to me—were proposing. It felt undeserved, yet overjoyed me. Short as our time together was, their sincerity was clear. Life in this strange world might be happier with them.
“You two...”
Who to choose? Before reason decided, my hands grasped both theirs, and my mouth blurted the unthinkable.
“Can't I choose both of you?”
Words that might crush their feelings—unthinkable in my old world, boldly spoken here.