Welcome to the Golem Commotion (4)
The twenty-something couple that doesn’t have sex in a motel is committing a crime. A man and woman walk into a motel holding hands, and the bed isn’t soaked by the time they check out? According to Nord 9 News, that’s most likely a drug deal. The remaining ten percent is either the guy being impotent or the couple breaking up that very day. However, I am a sex-drive-maxed-out, dick-sword master with zero need to hold back, and we are a very lovey-dovey couple. Therefore, it is our sacred duty to drench the bed of this fifteen-copper inn. Objections will not be accepted.
—Creak.
I finished my shower and stepped back into the room. The chilly autumn weather was no problem at all thanks to my original spell, Willis Carrier’s Hand. Franc, who had been waiting completely naked the entire time I was washing up, had a face as red as a perfectly ripe tomato.
“I-is this really the right way to do it?”
“Franc. Don’t you trust your big brother? This is the straight-up best method. By feeling mana through your skin, you awaken to the existence of the mana inside your own body.”
Franc was a dwarf with naturally high mana affinity. Even though she was only a half-dwarf, after using her body for so long, mana would have accumulated inside her whether she realized it or not. In terms of raw physical strength, she was stronger than me by default. That monstrous power that couldn’t be explained by weight or build alone? It was clear proof of unconscious mana usage.
“B-but… do I really have to be completely naked? If I just take off my top…”
“Hey now. No complaints allowed.”
As expected from my girlfriend. She catches on quick. But I pushed forward aggressively. If being naked in front of her boyfriend could help her awaken to mana even by 0.1%, then it was absolutely worth it!
“From now on, you’re not allowed to speak until I say so. Except if it hurts or you’re struggling, keep your lips sealed and focus only on the mana. Got it?”
When I said that, Franc obediently nodded. There was still a hint of anxiety in her eyes, but she was choosing to trust me. That meant I had to get even more serious.
“Alright, Franc. Let’s put on the blindfold too.”
“……Huh?!”
The moment I brought out a long strip of cloth, Franc protested wordlessly. If opening and closing her mouth in panic counted as protest, then yes, she was protesting.
“Come on. Human perception relies heavily on vision. Don’t you know the basics of magic are all about misdirection?”
I spoke firmly. It wasn’t a lie. Feeling mana was a sixth sense—true inspiration. Blocking off the five senses to heighten concentration on another was an extremely scientific approach. It was also a common meditation method in this world. So please, look with the eye of your mind, Franc.
—Tight.
In the end, the persuaded Franc—or more accurately, the Franc who let herself be talked into it—covered her own eyes. She tied the knot behind her head with her own hands.
“Hmm.”
Even with her eyes covered, Franc’s hands moved with perfect confidence. Watching that made me feel a little uneasy. In the human body, the hands were an area with an especially dense concentration of nerves. While humans had given up upper-body power in the evolutionary tree to gain delicate hand control, dwarves took that even further. When it came to blocking Franc’s five senses, perhaps touch was more important than sight?
“Which means we should tie your hands too, Franc.”
“Wait a second, Nord! No matter how you look at it, this is getting weird!”
The wrist-bound Franc cried out. Hey now. Silent training, silent training.
“I’d love to put earplugs on you too, but I don’t have any. This should be enough for today.”
In truth, that was an excuse. My real reason was that I wanted to get started as soon as possible.
Fuck, my dick is about to explode!!
I hadn’t tied the cord around the bedpost or behind her back, but the simple fact that I had restrained Franc was more than enough to turn my dick into a goddamn hydra.
“Let’s begin. Franc? Interlock your fingers and use Burning Hand. Put in the absolute minimum mana.”
Her magic level was still low, so there was no real risk of fire, but it never hurt to be careful.
“……Burning Hand.”
Franc must have realized my attitude wasn’t a joke or sexual harassment, because she clasped her hands together like she was praying and activated the spell.
Of course, using mana to cast magic and circulating mana inside the body were two completely different principles. Just think about how Tirsi and Gentric had been running for their lives through the sewers. If they had known how to circulate mana properly through their bodies, they would have been able to run much faster than me. And that was despite the fact that they could already use magic. The equation “can use magic = mana user” was a huge leap in logic.
Magic is basically loading mana into the gun called a formula.
Even if you activated a formula, you weren’t circulating mana through your own body, so naturally you wouldn’t know how to strengthen your physique. It was like the difference between arm strength and shooting accuracy.
Still, if you could feel your own mana flowing into the spell, it would definitely help you grasp the existence of mana itself. The ironic part was that even though I knew this, I still couldn’t learn magic—Dana had tried to teach me back in college but I never picked it up—so my own mana awakening had been put on the back burner.
Anyway, right now it was Franc’s turn.
—Sneak.
I carved a rune onto the tense Franc’s forehead. The reversed ᚲ (Kenaz) inscribed there would dull the senses. Franc’s bodily sensations should now be as numb as if she had been given anesthesia.
With preparations complete, I placed my hand on her spotless skin.
“……Hngh!”
—Twitch!
Even with the blindfold on, Franc’s body jolted the moment my hand touched her. That was because I had also activated Burning Hand with the heat turned down as low as possible.
“Franc. Can you feel my mana?”
With hands warmed to the level of a hot pack, I gently stroked the area around her navel.
“Focus on the sensation of your skin. Compare the mana spreading from my hand with the mana residing in your own hands.”
—Tap tap tap tap tap.
I rhythmically tapped on Franc’s navel.
—Tremble!
Franc twisted her legs and panted.
“Ah, ngh…!”
“You can answer when I ask you a question. How does it feel right now?”
“It, it feels strange… Like I’m half-asleep floating in hot water, but the only thing I can clearly feel is Nord’s touch…”
“You’re doing great. Try to feel it even more.”
Sexual pleasure and mana were both intuitive senses. The reason why beast worshippers and heretics enjoyed their frenzied sex parties was precisely because bodily pleasure and mana were directly connected. Some religious groups and Vikings even tabooed sexual acts in reaction to that fact. They weren’t completely inseparable, but the relationship was as close as fire and burns. Using mana didn’t necessarily feel good, but when the pleasure nerves were stimulated, the mana inside the body would move as well.
Even so, I had dulled Franc’s senses to prevent this from instantly turning into pure foreplay. My girlfriend would squirt within five minutes if I touched her breasts and pussy. Honestly, even if I avoided the most sensitive spots, I doubted she could last more than thirty minutes without the rune’s debuff.
Looked at that way, this could also double as endurance training for holding back orgasms.
Franc’s orgasm endurance training. Just listen to how that sounds, fuck. My dick feels like it’s going to burst. Holding back orgasms? No way in hell. Twelve hours of orgasm hell, coming right up.
Hold it in. Just endure a little longer.
I carved the reversed ᚲ (Kenaz) onto my own dick, which was dripping precum like saliva. Please be quiet for a moment, sir!
—Twitch!
Of course, the reversed ᚲ carved onto a dick only had the effect of delaying ejaculation, so it didn’t mean much. Anyone interested in learning rune magic good for premature ejaculation?
“Mmmgh…? Hng?!”
Every time I moved my hand to a new spot, Franc’s body trembled. Even though she was under a 0.5x pleasure debuff from my rune magic, covering her eyes seemed to have made her even more sensitive. I circled my finger around her pink nipple.
“My princess, I told you to feel the mana, so why are you just feeling pleasure? Don’t get impatient—focus on the mana, not the sensation.”
“Ah, haa…?!”
Franc’s bound hands moved on their own, trying to push mine away.
—Grab!
I caught her wrist and pulled it above her head.
“Hik?!”
“This isn’t sexual sensitivity training. Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this?”
“N-no I’m not…!”
To my mischievous question, Franc shook her head while twisting her body. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind at all if she was enjoying it. It wasn’t like today was the only day we had; we could always continue the mana training later.
To be honest, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t expecting a reaction like this from Franc.
But saying that out loud here would break her concentration. Don’t ask what kind of concentration. The water already knows the answer. My body’s precum is a type of water too, after all.
“You’re not enjoying it? Then what’s this?”
—Squish!
I touched Franc’s pussy. She bit her lip.
“Ngh…! T-that’s…”
The sexual sensitivity debuff must have been working; she was far less wet than usual. Still, when I slipped a finger inside and gently scraped, her love juices flowed enough to pool in my palm.
“You’re completely soaked. You can feel that, right?”
“Ngh…! I-I was just surprised for a second, that’s all!”
Franc trembled as she made excuses in the face of undeniable evidence.
“Five minutes! Just give me five minutes to rest… and I’ll be fine!”
“Alright. Then five minutes of rest.”
“……Eh?”
I immediately pulled my hand away. I left the blindfold on. Taking it off every single time would be annoying.
“If you don’t want to feel it, we can just stop before you go over and rest for five minutes each time. So you can focus on the mana.”
“……Ah.”
Franc let out a heartbreaking moan as if it had slipped out unconsciously. Then, without even feeling ashamed of it, she panted heavily.
—Tick.
Tick.
The clock in the inn room kept turning.
I waited exactly five minutes before touching Franc’s body again.
“Aaaah…!! Hngh…?!”
Avoiding her breasts and pussy, I ran my hot hands over her entire body. I slowly caressed her sides, thighs, soles of her feet, armpits, and neck as if giving a sensual massage. I didn’t apply any real pressure. After all, mana was continuously radiating from my hands.
—Whoosh!
While observing Franc’s reactions, I quickly pulled my hand away every time it seemed like she was starting to feel pleasure. Then another five-minute rest.
“……Aah, ugh…!”
Whoa, this is the first time I’ve seen Franc rub her thighs together like that. I spoke in an extremely businesslike, vector-sam-like tone.
“How is it? Can you feel the mana at all?”
“……I’m not sure. There’s this tickling feeling inside my chest…”
“Your chest, huh. Exactly where? Here?”
—Squish.
I kneaded the valley between her breasts. I had become a hyena ravaging the breast valley. Franc’s solar plexus, normally hidden deep in that valley, looked like a heavenly secret realm where a peerless manual was concealed.
“Okay, I’m going to touch you. Try to sense something moving differently from my mana.”
“Mmm…”
With my left hand spreading her breasts apart, I massaged the large globe beneath the areola while pressing my right palm against her solar plexus.
—Thump!
Thump!
Franc’s heartbeat transmitted directly into my hand.
—Knead knead.
—Squish squish.
“Uuuugh…! Hiii…!”
I can feel it. I can feel it. I grinned. It was a good thing I had blindfolded Franc. Otherwise she would have seen the expression on my face that even I could tell was far too delighted.
—Rub rub.
I stopped caressing her breasts and rubbed the hand on her solar plexus instead. Even while trying hard to sense mana, the moment my hand disappeared Franc’s expression crumbled. Wow, even with her eyes covered I can totally tell she looks like she’s about to cry.
Should I stop here?
Teasing her was fun, but if I kept this up, Franc might turn into some kind of Flanders pussy that soaked her panties every time she used mana, becoming a total pervert.
—Thump!
That was when it happened. From the palm pressed against Franc’s solar plexus, I felt something different from her heartbeat. Franc must have noticed it too, because her body trembled.
“Franc?”
“Y-yeah. It moved a little. Is this… mana?”
“No doubt about it. For that brief moment, it felt almost exactly like the mana I sense from your hands.”
Distinguishing people by mana alone wasn’t easy. It was harder than identifying someone just by looking at the soles of their feet. Still, when it was this blatant, there was no way to miss it. The mana inside Franc had definitely moved.
“Good work, Franc. Let’s end today’s training here.”
I removed Franc’s blindfold. The fabric was slightly damp—probably from tears. She had shed tears from feeling so good. Goddamn it, my dick.
“How was it? It worked, right?”
“……Yeah. Almost frustratingly well.”
Even though Franc looked a little sulky, she acknowledged the effectiveness of the training. Feeling the mana from the spell she herself had cast, feeling my mana through her body, and realizing the movement of mana through sexual pleasure! This was a method frequently used by the priestesses who played the role of temple prostitutes in ancient civilizations and even earlier religious practices.
People tend to think archaeologists only make badass discoveries, but when you actually work in the field, you often come across primitive ancient dildos and straight-up erotica. That’s just how people are, I guess.
“S-so… Nord?”
Franc glanced at me shyly and parted her legs just a little. She still hadn’t asked me to untie her wrists.
“Is this… the end?”
“……There’s an old saying.”
I grabbed Franc’s legs, spread them wide, and climbed on top of her.
“The end is a new beginning.”
Franc-mom. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind from holding back.