Chapter 29: For a Man, Showing His Cock is Etiquette
Chapter 29: For a Man, Showing His Cock is Etiquette
“You’re incredibly stiff.”
Well, of course.
My cock is definitely on the stiffer side.
Hearing Shayla’s low, husky voice makes it even harder…!
Take a good look, Professor Shayla.
Because I’m going to take this stiff cock and…
“I’m telling you to bend your knees like this.”
“Huh…?”
Shayla grabbed one of my legs and pressed down firmly.
With my leg forced down, I naturally fell into a kneeling position.
“There. Now, bow your head and show your respect.”
“???”
My posture had changed against my will.
I was so focused on my cock that I didn't even realize my knees were being bent.
Wait, was she talking about my knees being stiff, not my dick?
“From this position, rest one arm on your knee and place the other hand on the floor. This is the posture that demonstrates respect and loyalty to a noble lady.”
Shayla continued her explanation as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
No way.
She definitely made eye contact with my cock.
And she’s just carrying on with her work without any reaction?
“Do you understand, 6.9?”
“Yeah.”
“I told you to use formal speech. If you understand, try showing your respect in front of me.”
Shayla stood up. I followed suit.
I need to check this.
Is she just pretending not to see it, or does she really not know what it is?
Just the thought of showing off my cock to Shayla makes it even harder…!
“Now. I am a noble lady. I will walk past you, so show your respect.”
“Show my respect, huh?”
“Correct. Use formal—no, never mind. Just do it.”
Shayla moved a short distance away from me.
Is she planning to walk over from there?
Step, step.
She walked toward me with the modest, refined gait of a noble lady.
“Now, you have encountered a noble lady walking by. Show me what you should do, just as I taught you.”
If I did as I was taught, I’d have to kneel and show respect.
But I’m going to give her my own kind of greeting.
A 6.9-style greeting!
I stood directly in Shayla’s path, blocking her way.
And then…!
Snap!
I flung my shirt wide open! Like a flasher!
My proud muscles filled Shayla’s vision!
Ah!
My chest, forged by the bench press, and my golden six-pack glistened in the sunlight!
These are the very muscles every woman wants to touch and lick the moment they see them…!
I revealed them boldly before Shayla!
“……What are you doing? Right now.”
Shayla tilted her head, her expression unchanged!
Dammit. Is it not working!?
“Like I said. I’m showing my respect.”
“Is this the posture of someone showing respect? Blocking a lady’s path and exposing your chest?”
“Of course. At least among us commoners, this is etiquette.”
Is it really etiquette? I don’t know either!
But let’s just push through with sheer audacity!
“…Etiquette? The act of taking off your shirt?”
“Yeah!”
“Unbelievable. I am the most knowledgeable person in the Empire regarding all forms of etiquette and protocol. I have never heard of a method that involves baring one’s chest.”
“No, it exists. This is the etiquette of the place where I used to live!”
Shayla’s ears perked up.
Wait. Did it work?
“As a researcher, that is something I cannot simply ignore. Where are you from?”
“……The Republic of Korea.”
In my proud country, the Republic of Korea…
Men show their respect to women by showing off their muscles!
I’ve seen idols do it on stage!
“The Republic of… what?”
“Republic of Korea.”
“I have never heard of such a place.”
Of course not. It’s a place that doesn’t exist in this other world.
“It’s in the far East.”
“I see.”
Shayla nodded.
Seriously? She believes this…?
Shayla suddenly brought something over.
It was a sketching canvas.
“There are many types of etiquette, but 6.9, the form you are practicing is one I have never seen before. It seems worthy of research.”
“Research…?”
“Yes. While I do teach etiquette to students, my primary profession is researching various protocols.”
I get it now.
Come to think of it, Shayla is a professor, isn't she?
“6.9. I would like you to teach me the protocols of your homeland. If you cooperate, I will be a bit more lenient with your approval.”
“You mean you’ll lower the passing grade?”
“Correct.”
That’s not a bad deal.
Of course, I still have no intention of getting Shayla’s approval through actual etiquette.
But if Shayla believes this ridiculous strip show is etiquette…
There will be plenty of ways to take advantage of this.
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
“I appreciate your cooperation.”
Shayla bowed politely to me.
Good, good. Learn plenty of "etiquette" from me.
Of course, what I’m doing is the etiquette a female should show to her male master.
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“Is this… truly etiquette?”
“Yeah. Obviously.”
I bared my chest and showed off my body right in front of Shayla’s eyes!
I really feel like a flasher now.
Shayla glanced at my body repeatedly while diligently sketching.
She’s a better artist than I expected.
Of course, it’s no fun just letting her draw.
“A man removes his upper garment, and a woman must kneel before him regardless of rank, you say…?”
I taught her to kneel respectfully before me!
Since I told her it was our style of etiquette, she followed along without any hesitation.
Honestly, I was a bit surprised.
She’s like an anthropologist following the customs of a native tribe.
“I see. Do you know the history of how this etiquette came to be?”
“It means, ‘I am not hiding any weapons in my clothes to harm you.’”
“It carries the same meaning as a commoner’s handshake, then. One shakes hands to show they have no weapon.”
I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind, and she believes all of it.
I can’t tell if she’s innocent, stupid, or just so obsessed with her research that she can’t think of anything else.
One thing that’s unusual, though…
When other women see my muscles or the shape of my cock…
They usually start having lewd thoughts immediately and end up dripping with pussy juice.
But Shayla, as if she doesn't have a single lewd thought in her head, is just busily writing things down with nothing but pure curiosity.
She’s a true paragon of a researcher!
“If I were to form a hypothesis… there must have been many instances of people hiding weapons on their bodies to carry out surprise attacks, and this greeting emerged as a solution.”
“Mhm~. Well, you could say that.”
She’s even coming up with her own interpretations. None of it is true, though!
“I understand that this is how a commoner male greets a woman. However.”
“However?”
“Is it not possible that a weapon could be hidden inside one’s trousers?”
Shayla stared at my lower body.
Because I’d been exposing myself right in front of her for a while now, I was in a state of full-blown erection!
“I noticed you’ve had something tucked inside your trousers for a while now. I don’t know what kind of object it is, but isn’t it uncomfortable?”
She didn't seem to realize it was a ‘cock.’
Then again, who would think something this huge was a cock?
“……It is a bit uncomfortable.”
That’s the truth. It gets pinched often, it’s uncomfortable against my thighs, and I have to adjust its position constantly.
It’s a sorrow that those without large cocks will never know.
“If you are hiding an object inside your trousers like you are now, it seems that merely opening your shirt is insufficient.”
“Right. You’re exactly right.”
“Is there another protocol?”
“There is. A method for when one wishes to show a woman the ultimate form of respect.”
“The ultimate respect…?”
As Shayla looked at me with eyes full of curiosity…
I lowered my pants without hesitation!
Slide!
Thud!
“Ngh…?”
My pants hit the floor.
Immediately, my massive 6.9cm diameter cock…!
Revealed itself right in front of Shayla’s face!
Throb, throb!
Literally, right in front of her nose!
“This is exactly how a son of Korea shows the ultimate respect to a woman.”
Behold.
The 6.9cm cock of a Korean man…!
My cock, which makes any female reach orgasm the moment they see it!
Throb, throb…!
“I see.”
Huh?
Shayla looked up at me with cold eyes.
“I understand perfectly. 6.9. So this is how you show etiquette in your homeland.”
Twitch…!?
My cock was disappointed!
“Wait just a moment until I finish the sketch. I’ll be done soon.”
Forget being surprised—she’s just calmly sketching with a dick right in front of her nose!
This is strange.
It’s not like she lacks sexual knowledge at her age.
And it’s not like she wouldn't know what a man’s cock looks like…?
Slide.
I moved my foot slightly and pushed my cock even closer.
Until it almost touched her nose…!
“Stay still, 6.9. I am in the middle of sketching.”
I got scolded.
Wilt…
My cock seems very disappointed. It loses a bit of its energy.
Shayla silently watched me and continued her sketching.
How can she act like that with my 6.9cm diameter cock right in front of her?
Does her curiosity as a researcher truly override her sexual desire?
I’m starting to respect Shayla all over again.
The mindset of a true scholar. A true professor!
I respect you, Shayla…!
“Ngh… mmm….”
?
What was that sound?
I looked at Shayla’s expression again.
“Mmm… ngh….”
With her face flushed bright red, she was silently continuing to draw the shape of my cock.
No way.
“Mmm… huff….”
She’s exhaling through her nose, taking in the scent of my cock while clenching her teeth.
Shayla.
Are you… conscious of my cock!?
Throb…!
My cock perks up again!