Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Proof (2)
Lifting the hem of her dress, Freya stuck out her hips and wiggled her ass back toward him.
"Rub it quick."
Gripping the window sill, Freya bent her waist even lower with an irritated tone.
Her supple waist curved into a graceful arc.
Her lewdly shaped ass thrust up even higher, drawing all the attention.
Just looking at Freya's ass was enough to make Zeke hard.
"Master!"
Zeke fumbled as he pulled the dress hem back down.
"What?"
Freya glanced back over her shoulder.
Her pink eyes, now a deeper shade, fixed on Zeke.
"You said you were confident just a moment ago. Lost your nerve already?"
He never imagined she'd make him do something like this.
She was really going to demand proof right here, right now?
He couldn't believe his uptight, conservative master was pulling this off.
"It's not that..."
"If it's not that, then rub it quick."
Freya lifted her dress again and presented her ass.
She'd touched a raw nerve and acted out of spite.
Still, it was embarrassing as hell.
Her ears peeked through her pink hair, flushed bright red.
Her pale ass cheeks glowed peach-pink, like they'd been rouged.
"You said you wouldn't get hard, so if you do, I really won't let you off easy."
No way out of this one.
He had to do it.
"...Understood."
Zeke closed his eyes, then opened them, steeling himself.
Hold it together.
You have to hold it together.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock out from his pants.
Stepping closer behind Freya, he placed his hands on her hips.
"Eek...!"
Freya's body shivered as Zeke's rough, calloused hands gripped her hips.
"Th-the wind's chilly."
"The window's closed though?"
"Wind's sneaking through the cracks."
Playing it cool, Freya bowed her head lower.
"I'll rub five times."
"Five won't cut it. Make it ten."
"...Understood."
He laid his twitching cock—already on the verge of hardening—on top of her ass.
"Here we go."
Zeke began slowly moving his hips back and forth.
With each motion, his lower body rubbed against Freya's ass.
Her plump cheeks were wrapped in panties, so instead of soft feminine flesh, the lacy fabric scraped roughly against the base of his cock.
Zeke stared off at distant mountains.
He spaced out as much as possible to keep his mind blank.
Like that, he finished ten thrusts.
"Done."
Zeke released her hips from his light grip and tucked himself back into his pants.
"Hold on. I need to check."
Freya turned around and inspected Zeke's crotch.
It was big, sure.
But not erect.
She'd seen it hard in the bathhouse, so she knew this wasn't aroused.
"I don't lust after you, Master."
Zeke let out a relieved sigh as he fastened his pants again.
"Hold on."
"Now what?"
"You weren't rubbing my ass just now—you were rubbing my panties."
"Huh?"
Freya's face turned tomato-red as she slipped her hands under her dress, hooking her thumbs into her panty waistband. Bending forward, she slid them down to her thighs.
"Do it again."
She lifted her dress once more, jutting out her ass.
She boldly presented her bare ass, big as a ripe peach.
Her position naturally spread the firm cheeks apart a bit.
Between them peeked her master's pink anus.
"Do we really have to go this far?"
"It's to confirm the trust between master and disciple."
Zeke had no choice.
He had to.
Can I hold out?
No, I can't.
He was certain.
But his master had taken off her panties herself, working this hard to mend their bond. How could her disciple back out?
"...This is really the last time."
Zeke stepped close again and gripped her hips.
"Hic...!"
Freya hiccuped at the heavy weight resting on her ass.
It was heavy—and hot.
In the bath, the steaming water had masked it, but Zeke's lower body felt like it could sear her skin like a branding iron.
"R-rubbing now."
"Y-yeah..."
Zeke resumed sliding his hips back and forth like before.
-Slap! Slap! Slap!
Each smack against Freya's jiggly ass echoed lewdly down the hall.
Her pudding-like cheeks wobbled sensually.
It was doggy-style, minus the penetration.
"Hoo..."
After four rubs, Zeke pulled back for a deep breath.
His long exhale brushed Freya's waist.
She clamped her knees together, trembling.
"Ahh...!"
Her lewd moan spurred even greater stimulation to Zeke's cock.
"Wh-why'd you stop?"
Freya glanced back coyly.
Her eyes rimmed red with shame.
Her pink pupils quivered.
"Hic... keep rubbing quick."
Each hiccup tensed her ass cheeks.
She didn't realize it.
But she was showing her disciple her anus twitching.
"...Driving me crazy."
Zeke muttered to himself.
His cock finally surrendered.
It swelled rock-hard.
With his hips pulled back, Freya hadn't noticed yet—but rubbing like this would give it away instantly.
Wait till it shrinks a bit.
As he caught his breath—
"I said keep going."
Freya bent deeper, thrusting her ass back waaaay out.
"Wai—"
No time to stop her.
His cock plunged like Cupid's arrow into her heart-shaped ass.
"Kyaa!"
More precisely, it speared the twitching hole between her cheeks—her asshole.
Not inserted, but his glans pressed firmly against her puckered ring.
Pushing forward from here would rudely stretch her open and bury inside Freya's anus.
"Ah... ahh... ha...?"
Freya froze like a blade at her throat, her face twisting in cat-like shock at the hardness pressing her hole.
In the awkward silence, Zeke's cock planted a deep kiss on his master's anus.
He bit his lip, quelling the urge.
Blood trickled from it.
Freya broke the silence first.
"Y-you're... not hard, right...?"
Zeke hesitated, then lied shamelessly.
"No... I'm not."
"Th-then... keep rubbing."
"Keep going?"
"Still... ha... six more to go..."
Was she pretending not to notice? Or did she really not?
No.
No reason for his master to play dumb.
She genuinely didn't.
Deciding that, he vowed to rush the next six.
"Then, continuing."
"Y-yeah..."
Zeke moved his hips again.
"Haaah... hic..."
His cock slid between her ass cheeks.
Once fixated on her hole, Freya felt every veiny ridge scraping it.
Not even an erogenous zone, yet chills prickled her spine.
"Hngh...!"
Freya clapped a hand over her mouth.
One hand on the sill, the other sealing her lips tight.
But she didn't know.
That her actions drove men wilder.
Watching Freya quiver and tremble, legs shaking, Zeke felt a fierce lust.
I want to fuck her.
Even if I did, it'd be innocent.
Master's too slutty for her own good.
Ridiculous thoughts swirled in Zeke's head.
Crunch!
He bit his lower lip hard.
The bleeding wound tore wider.
Still.
Watching his fidgety, restless master stirred a twisted thrill of taboo pleasure.
His elegant, poised, ever-dignified master showing this shy, fragile side—it was cute, but also awakened some sadistic urge.
That sadism moved his mouth on its own.
"Are you turned on, Master?"
Freya jolted hard.
"Wh-what?!"
"You're moaning. Sounds like you're excited."
"I'm not! And I didn't moan!"
Zeke slid his cock along her asshole.
"Hyah...!"
Freya's lewd gasp burst out.
She slapped her hand over her mouth too late.
Her face burned crimson, ready to explode.
"Lusting after your disciple?"
Freya clenched her ass.
Her hole tightened visibly in real time.
"What nonsense...!"
She whipped her head around, glaring fiercely at Zeke.
"You gonna say that with a hard-on?"
"I am hard, but it's natural."
"What?"
"Men's cocks are sensitive to stimulation. Even a little gets 'em stiff."
"That's sophistry!"
"It's fact."
Zeke rubbed his rigid cock along her ass crack.
"This isn't lust for you, Master. How could a disciple harbor filthy thoughts for his master?"
"F-filthy thoughts...?"
Her guilt stabbed deep.
He was right.
She was lusting after her disciple right now.
Feeling his hot, hard cock rub her ass, she craved it plunging into her pussy.
What a rotten master.
But she couldn't disappoint her disciple.
"I don't lust after my disciple either."
"Really?"
"Just itchy, that's why I was squirming."
Spreading her legs shoulder-width, Freya thrust her ass out proudly again.
"Keep rubbing. Doesn't matter how many times—no reaction."
Her hole tensed with resolve, bold as ever.
And that boldness melted away soon enough.
"Hng... hic... n-no reaction... hun... no reaction... hic..."
The master felt sexual thrill from her disciple's cock rubbing her ass crack alone.
Her asshole wouldn't stay still, winking wildly.
-Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!
The disciple slammed his hips eagerly into his master's ass.
Having quasi-sex with his master in the hallway.
His mind screamed this is wrong, stop, but his male instincts to torment the bitch in heat wouldn't let him.
"You're so cute, Master."
Drunk on the mood, Zeke's true feelings slipped out.
"Hnnngh...! Wh-what rude thing to say...!"
She was thrilled.
Her anus fluttered happily in response.