Educating the Lazy Female Knight (3)
People say that talent itself is a blessing worthy of envy. That's why everyone lives with a longing for geniuses. But Petunia had always harbored doubts about such envy.
Her innate talent from birth had instilled fear and jealousy in her peers, leaving her without a single friend. On top of that, her parents—who had raised her—were blinded by her gift and constantly pushed her into excessive demands.
'Petunia, you're more special than anyone else. That's why you have to work harder than anyone and achieve more. It's your duty.'
Her parents, craving wealth and fame, kept piling on tasks, and Petunia handled them all with effortless ease. She won tournaments filled with seasoned veterans of experience and effort, got dragged to banquets to be gawked at as an object of admiration and envy...
Days of accomplishing so much so easily wore on, until Petunia felt even the joy of achievement dull to nothing.
'I'm talented, so I don't need to put in effort. I can achieve anything I want. So why bother living as hard as everyone else?'
Without effort, there was no passion in her actions. Repeated success turned mundane, numbing her to any thrill. Doubting such a life, Petunia fled her obsessive parents and wandered aimlessly as a mercenary.
She took jobs only when she needed money, spending the rest of her time eating and sleeping. She didn't need effort with her talent. Nothing held meaning, so everything felt like a hassle.
She'd joined Renes to cut down even that tedium a bit.
'Even if everything's a pain, you need the basics to survive, right? Come under me, then. Just do the occasional task I give you, and you won't have to worry about food or sleep.'
Very occasionally. Just when needed, lend her talent—no more running around for living expenses. Missions came once or twice a year, fingers on one hand. That little use of her power let her laze endlessly without issue.
As long as Renes met those low expectations, she could live that way until death...
'But I ended up losing anyway.'
She'd fought under Renes's orders, so shouldn't she have mustered a bit more passion? The worry flickered briefly, but laziness soon smothered it.
She had energy left, but moving now meant dragging out the annoying fight. Repeating that was too much hassle. Better to lie still and take whatever flak from the lord.
Petunia went limp, watching whatever he did to her.
"Feels tiny when I touch it. You really an adult?"
"...Too annoying to explain, and no need to convince you."
"Well, if not, it'd get dangerous?"
Dangerous how? Too lazy to voice the question, Petunia just let him hold her, passively enduring his groping.
Rough, callused hands kneaded her breasts. Barely-there hills with no real flesh. Goosebumps prickled her skin from the sensation, but even reacting felt like effort. Yawning boredly, she muttered.
"Dunno what you're doing... This fun?"
"Eh, not fun—exciting. See? Crowd's loving it."
Loving it? Curious despite herself, Petunia glanced around.
Murmuring spectators stared breathlessly, faces lit with anticipation and mockery, as if her humiliation was hilarious. Though unfamiliar, she oddly understood their glee. They'd always envied her talent, hoping for her downfall. This was just the first time it happened.
"...Ngh."
Her body twitched reflexively with a small whimper. Adrian, groping her, caught it and murmured slyly.
"What? Acting all indifferent, but you're feeling it?"
Feeling what? Puzzled by the unfamiliar sensation, Petunia admitted her confusion briefly.
"Dunno. Just... kinda ticklish..."
"Oh, playing it cool, huh?"
Stung by her words? He turned her head to face him, gripping her chin.
"Ever kissed?"
"Kissed?"
"...You know what a kiss is, right?"
She did. An act of affection between lovers. Mentioning it meant he planned to do it.
"Mm."
Understanding, Petunia tilted her head up, pressing her lips to his briefly.
A fleeting touch. Pulling back, he seemed surprised.
"More eager than I thought."
"Figured you'd hassle me more if I didn't play along."
Petunia just wanted this over fast. Minimizing movement was all; his hands on her weren't exactly pleasant. Plus, the roaring crowd made sleep impossible.
"This satisfy you?"
She hoped cooperating sped things up, but he frowned, hand ready on her nape.
"As if. That kiddie peck?"
"Wha— Mmph!?"
He yanked her into a deeper kiss. Unlike before, his tongue invaded aggressively.
"Mmph, nngh..."
She flinched in reflexive resistance, but her laziness quelled it. Her mouth fell to his tongue's mercy—wrapping hers, licking every corner, roof and throat.
"Ngh, hmph..."
Odd heat and texture stirred strange feelings. Then she noticed his hand on her lower body—past her belly, between her thighs, to the slit there.
Shlick, shlick.
Cautious fingers parted the secret folds, inching inside. Her virgin entrance yielded for the first time.
As it brushed her inner walls, primal alarm surged—unlike anything before.
Scrape, scrape.
Dry mucosa explored by probing fingers. Tension built unconsciously until one stabbed a spot.
"Nngh!?"
Her body spasmed. He pulled back with a wicked grin.
"Found it. G-spot."
Meaningless words, but instinct screamed: he'd hit her weak point and planned to exploit it.
"W-Wait..."
Fear gripped her, but too late.
-Stab!
"Eek!"
Sharp cry escaped as he poked. Her back arched, body quaking; his fingers grew bolder, thrusting inside.
"Ah, ngh, haa... ♥"
Unfamiliar peril drew moans naturally. He silenced them, kissing her again.
"Mmph, nngh...!"
Escalating heat muffled into his mouth; his tongue danced ravagingly anew.
Assault from above and below left her reeling. Timidly, she placed hands on him in protest.
S-Stop. Something's weird...
But he didn't. Neither mouth nor depths relented.
-Stab, stab!
Her insides slickened. Fingers sped with natural lube, churning a rising surge—like a dormant volcano erupting.
Finally freeing her mouth, he hugged her tight, focusing on the furious fingering.
"Ah, ngh, haa... W-Wait. S-Something's wrong...!"
-Plunge, plunge, plunge, plunge!
"Ah, ngh, o-oh, o-oh, oooh... ♥"
Words choked off into broken moans. Crowd's excitement mounted as Adrian whispered triumphantly.
"Where'd that smugness go? Your pussy's flooding!"
"D-Dunno. Don't know thiiiis...!"
"Never masturbated?"
"N-Never... O-Oh, oooh... ♥"
Her slit gushed, soaking his hand. Hips bucked as nerves zeroed on her spine.
It rose. Something from her core climbed her vertebrae, piercing her mind.
-Spluuurt!
Tidal squirt sprayed forward. Head thrown back, she convulsed, fluids from every facial hole.
"Oh, g-god, oooh... ♥"
What happened? Electricity blanked her mind white; strength drained from her neglected body.
First time ever. Undefined, he teased.
"How's your first orgasm feel?"
Orgasm. Perfect word for the brain-scrambling surge.
"Head's... white... Body's... limp..."
Afterglow drunk, she touched her chest. Heart pounded wildly—unlike ever before, awakened from long slumber. Stimulation chased sleep away; her heated body craved more.
"That enough prep. Time to start for real."
Responding, he laid her down, spread her legs, shed his pants.
A massive, heavy pillar emerged—length surpassing her belly. Overwhelmed, eyes wide, she whispered.
"Wh-What're you gonna do with that...?"
"Shove it inside you now."
"Shove... that?"
"Feels way better than fingers. No comparison."
Shlick, shlick.
Teasing her slick slit with it. Itchy anticipation unknown before; gulping saliva, she stared endlessly.
That... inside me...?
Thump, thump. Heart raced harder. Even she, who repelled blades barehanded, sensed she couldn't endure it ravaging her.
"Hate it? Run away."
Pausing, he offered.
"R-Run...?"
"Easy for you. Just bolt from here."
True. She'd yielded from laziness, not defeat. Orgasm sapped her, but she could move if pushed. If this pounding was fear, fleeing followed instinct.
But...
-Gulp.
Throat dry, she stared at it, then averted eyes shyly.
"Too... hassle."
Hiding budding excitement awkwardly—first anticipation in a life of none.
"Too lazy to move... So if you wanna, just do it."
Feigning usual sloth, he grinned darkly, pressing to her slit.
-Squish.
Blunt head invaded mercilessly, too thick for the narrow gap.
"Ah, ngh..."
Pinned like a stake, mouth agape; it advanced slowly, stretching her.
Halfway in, slick walls gripped as it reached her end.
"O-Oh god!!"
Virginity lost, Petunia's back snapped straight.