#048 A Deal with Beres
A slightly cool breeze brushed against my cheek.
In my languid state, I wondered why until I realized the night air had grown chilly on the uncovered part of my face.
Even though this was lodging reserved exclusively for nobles, it was still a small city, and the room I occupied was far from the luxurious quarters reserved for princesses or archduchesses. It was easily the shabbiest place here.
Still, it was far better than the dingy inn rooms commoners rented for a single night.
At the very least, the bedding didn't stink.
—Awake, Aslan?
'Yeah. What time is it?'
—A little past six in the morning?
I'd slept quite a bit.
Rolling around with the princess and the three archduchesses until roughly midnight meant I'd gotten a full six hours.
Unthinkable back when I was Aslan.
On the battlefield, snatched moments of sleep were the norm, and after becoming an academy professor in my later years, my sleep had dwindled even further.
'I wonder if I've grown lazy.'
—Then loosen up your body properly for once. You train for an hour every morning, but it's only basic conditioning. How about swordsmanship?
Then I might as well swing a sword.
I walked over and picked up my blade.
Kael Cleanberry had originally been trained in the sword.
Since the body had practiced it for a lifetime, a few swings should let muscle memory take over.
I took a stance in the room and began cutting through the air—vertical slashes, horizontal slashes, diagonal slashes—the very techniques I'd used countless times on the battlefield.
Yet…
'What the hell. I can't feel anything…?'
The body should have remembered everything it had trained for a lifetime. I had planned to draw out that naturalness and make it my own.
Damn it. There was no sensation at all.
This couldn't be happening!
I'd been hoping to steal a knight cadet's swordsmanship without any effort, only to have it slip through my fingers like this…!
—I think it's because your own power is too strong.
'What do you mean?'
Beres's knowing tone made hope flare in my chest.
She stayed silent for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts, then manifested her true form before me.
Obsidian-black hair and blood-red eyes.
Her seductive aura was slightly different from Linnell's, yet no less striking.
Especially those breasts and hips she had proudly boasted about—they were more than enough to bring a man's cock to full attention first thing in the morning.
Bathed in the faint dawn light, Beres's female form was every bit as alluring as she claimed.
"Hnn~ Are you getting hard just from looking at me?"
I swallowed.
"Yeah. So… how about it?"
"Sly. But not today."
"Why?"
"We're still too close to the capital. If we get carried away, I might accidentally release demonic energy when I get excited. Then we're finished—they'll swarm us."
Then I'd just have to endure.
Beres settled lightly onto my thigh as I sat cross-legged and gave me a playful wink.
She was teasing me, knowing full well I couldn't act on it.
That said, the feel of her ass was insane.
Plump, full, and perfectly firm—honestly, I'd never felt anything like it.
"We're beings made of mana, so we can always keep our bodies in peak condition. Anyway, that thing needs to calm down a little."
Beres poked my cock with her index finger.
At once, it deflated and returned to its normal size.
I stood up as she tugged me along.
"You really are a human with an incredibly strong will, Aslan."
"Where did that come from all of a sudden?"
"That's exactly why you can't restore the swordsmanship. Your soul and mental power are stronger than the body's constitution, so the previous owner's accumulated skill has been buried."
What was she even saying?
It made sense, yet it didn't.
Reading my confusion, Beres added an explanation.
"Think of it like this… you know those stimulants people take when they're exhausted? Or awakening magic?"
"Yeah."
"When you take them, you forget your body's limits and move purely on willpower, right? You're in exactly that state. Especially since your understanding of magic is so high, the effect is even stronger."
"So because my mental power is high, I'm constantly in a semi-awakened state… and since I move according to my own will, I can't sense the natural flow of the original body. Is that it?"
"Bingo~"
Then there was no solution.
Even if the soul and mind resided in the vessel called the body, any excellent knight or mage above the intermediate ranks had already surpassed the limits of that vessel.
Unless my mind was pushed to absolute exhaustion… ten years of swordsmanship had simply vanished.
'Damn. That's a shame.'
Beres spoke up.
"Or would you like to learn from me?"
"From you?"
"Even if I look like this, I do know a thing or two about swordsmanship."
Beres.
The demon sealed away by Carlos, the first head of the Imperial Academy and genius mage who had set foot in dragon territory.
History books recorded her story in detail.
She was an ancient demon whose power was correspondingly vast.
That part took fewer than five lines. Most of the records focused on the incidents she caused…
According to the historians of the time, she was extremely lustful.
She loved beautiful women, and every victim had their rear thoroughly claimed.
The situation grew so severe that anal intercourse reportedly spread throughout the empire because of her.
"Uh… well. That's, you know…"
Beres, who had been eavesdropping on my recollection, stammered.
The fact that she couldn't properly defend herself meant it was all true.
"Even if I try to remember, I don't recall any records saying you were skilled with a sword…"
"N-no! I'm good with a sword too!"
Beres protested that the recorder had written with malicious bias.
She claimed she had merely been a victim.
"Hng… Please believe me!"
"…Are you really good with a sword?"
"Yes!!"
I still found it hard to believe, but she had lived an incredibly long time. She was probably better than most knights, so I agreed.
Her face lit up with delight.
"Then you're learning swordsmanship from me."
"Fine."
Yet why was she so happy?
Watching Beres bounce around with joy made me deeply uneasy.
My heart felt not just cold, but frozen solid.
And soon I understood why…
"Ahem. The price for learning my swordsmanship is steep!"
"…What do you want?"
"Kyaa. That's why I like you, Aslan. You're so quick on the uptake!"
Grinning like a sales clerk at a magic-engineering shop, she held up three fingers and wiggled them.
"Tuition: three rounds of anal a day! How about it?"
"Any woman is fine?"
"Yes!"
Hmm… learning excellent swordsmanship wasn't a bad deal.
But three times was excessive.
"Twice."
"No. Three~"
"I haven't even seen your skill. Why should I trust something unproven?"
Even in this life, I had never been scammed in a deal.
Unless I saw it with my own eyes, I wouldn't agree.
Actually, twice was still too much.
"Let's just make it once, Beres."
"Eek? Hey, wait a second, Aslan! Once is way too little. It's swordsmanship I trained my whole life for!"
"Then show me your skill."
"If I show you, will you even be able to tell?"
Damn. She had a point.
In my previous life I had been a mage, not a knight.
A satisfied smile spread across Beres's face.
She looked convinced the deal would go exactly her way.
Hmm. Seeing that expression suddenly made me reluctant to agree…
"Ah, why!"
"Then how about this? Instead of two rounds of anal, you do it with me once as well."
"Me?"
The demon's eyes widened.
I nodded firmly.
When we first met, I hadn't been able to see her properly while breaking the seal. At Linnell's mansion it had been too dark to make out more than her outline.
But now, in the bright light… Beres was an incredibly tempting woman.
That perfect balance of breasts, waist, and hips—something humans could never achieve—paired with a face like a high-class courtesan.
Beres, reading my thoughts, hummed in satisfaction.
Yet she refused.
"Sorry, but I like doing the taking~ Getting fucked is a no-no~"
"How about three rounds of anal every day?"
"I said no~"
"Then five."
"……"
I could feel her wavering.
She didn't like being on the receiving end, but the promise of five rounds every day clearly tempted her.
Before I knew it, swordsmanship had flown out the window and Beres and I were negotiating sex instead.
She looked at me with uncertain eyes and tried to gamble.
"E-every day, ten times. How about it?"
Hah. She was still an amateur at bargaining.
I quickly cleared my mind before she could read my thoughts and put on my best acting performance.
"Seven times."
"No. Ten~ I won't go lower!"
Oho. She was coming on strong.
But she was no match for me.
"Fine. Then I won't do it."
The moment I firmly decided not to think about it, the tables turned and Beres became the desperate one.
Last night, after pushing into the princess's entrance only to pull out, I had felt intense frustration. Beres was feeling exactly that now.
"W-wait, Aslan! Ha… haha. I got a little greedy, didn't I? Let's do seven times like you said. How about it? Deal?"
"No. I don't want to."
"Ah, why?! You were the one who suggested seven!"
"That was then. There's no reason I have to do it with you, is there? There are plenty of women in the world, and some of them might have a body or face similar to yours…"
Urgency flashed across Beres's face.
She spun around me in a panic, like a child who desperately needed the bathroom but couldn't find one.
"Aslan~ Come on? Even like this, the feel down here is really amazing, you know. How about it?"
"Ah, it's fine. Just touching your breasts is enough for me. Remember the promise from last time? I'll just use your breasts like I did with the princess."
In the end, Beres withdrew her offer.
She held up her palm and spoke.
"Th-then… five times. How about it? Ah, or three, three, three times…?"
"I already said no. Breasts are enough."
As I spoke, I pulled off my pants and slid my cock between her lewd breasts.
Her skin was a deep purple with a faint blue glow.
Yet despite the color, it was soft and wonderfully elastic. The urge to come surged with every thrust.
Watching her flustered expression while I moved my hips, I felt like I could easily come ten times like this.
I grabbed her nipples and shook my hips roughly.
Her breasts bounced up and down with every heavy slap of my cock.
Most women would have cried out in pain, but as a demon she was sturdy and only let out soft moans.
"How does it feel? Getting your breasts fucked by the cock you made? Good?"
"Hngh… You fucking bastard…"
Beres pouted.
She was sulking.
The sight was strangely arousing, so I came right then and there.
A thick load of semen burst between her breasts, splattered against her chin, and dripped down onto her chest.
Perhaps because her skin was purple?
The stark white cum stood out vividly, looking incredibly lewd.
"Well, since I got one good shot out, let's get up, Beres."
"…Where are we going?"
The deal had fallen through, after all.
She sighed and brushed the matter aside.
Since we were bound as one and in a contractual relationship, she seemed to think getting emotional wouldn't help either of us.
'I thought her head was full of nothing but pranks, but… at times like this she's surprisingly mature.'
Anyway, I had to answer.
I approached her, cheeks still slightly puffed, and pressed my index finger against them.
"Since I came once with you, as promised, we should go do three rounds of anal, right?"
Beres cheered and jumped around in excitement.
"Kyaaak! Really? As expected of Aslan♥"
Overjoyed, she hugged me and dashed around the entire room, leaving me momentarily motion-sick.
Glancing down, I saw the spot where she'd hugged me had already turned a deep blue bruise.
'Next time, I really need to give her a warning first.'
If she startled me twice, I might actually die.