Strata Magic School (3-5)
"Luna, you asleep?"
"…."
Luna didn't respond to Louis's voice coming from beyond the door. She simply stared at it.
But watching her expression, I couldn't help but smile.
She's pissed.
Just as things were heating up, right at the moment she took me inside her—a interrupter's voice rings out.
Whether man or woman, it's not like you get pleasure from just insertion alone.
You have to thrust.
If there's no friction from movement, that boiling heat fades fast.
And right now, my cock was just inserted and stopped.
Luna glared at the door in irritation—was it Louis himself she hated, or the interruption of our act? Either way, her face said it all.
The Luna who'd been riding me passionately moments ago now froze, glancing around cautiously, not daring to move.
Her reason had chosen to quietly let this moment pass.
As Luna stayed silent, there came another knock from the other side, followed by Louis's voice.
Knock knock knock knock knock.
"Luna? You up? Luna."
"Haa…."
Irritation built visibly on Luna's face at his voice.
I'd thought he might leave if we just waited, but Louis showed no sign of giving up without something.
Knock knock knock knock knock.
"Luna, Luna. You're in there, right?"
"…."
This wasn't going anywhere good.
No matter how good her insides felt, that only counted when we were moving.
Because of Louis's voice, the heat inside Luna's pussy was cooling, and I could feel my cock softening bit by bit.
Even if he left now, I doubted we could recapture that peak atmosphere from before.
But there was a way to keep the mood going.
Squelch.
"Hngh!?"
"Huh? Luna?"
I snapped my hips up, and Luna's big eyes widened as she looked down at me.
She was genuinely shocked.
I whispered to her quietly.
(Answer him first. He's not leaving otherwise.)
(B-but….)
(Come on, quick.)
With a playful grin, I thrust up again, rubbing inside her to reignite the fire.
Squelch! Squelch!
"Hng! Haht!"
"Luna! What's wrong? You okay!? You hurt!?"
Louis's voice turned frantic as he rattled the doorknob and pounded on the door.
Thanks to the inn's lock, he couldn't get in—small mercy.
But that only seemed to rile him up more.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Luna! What happened!"
"L-Louis!"
"Luna! You hurt? Should I call a doctor? Open the door at least…."
"Ah!? I'm—hngh!—just woke up from sleep, that's all…."
With every snap of my hips, Luna's silver hair cascaded like threads of silk, swaying beautifully across my vision.
She looked down at me pleadingly, but I had no intention of stopping.
Trusting her quick thinking, I kept shaking my hips.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
The quiet sounds of her juices squirting out, and…
(Hng! Haht! Nghhh!!)
Luna's desperate effort not to let her moans reach Louis outside.
She bucked her hips as she barely managed to speak.
"L-Louis… I'm—hng!—sleeping right now…."
"Phew… Thought you were hurt. Luna, I have something to talk about. Can you open up?"
First deflection attempt: failed.
Her excuse didn't land, and Louis wasn't budging.
But I kept going anyway.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
(Hng! Haht! Ngh-hngh!)
A few more thrusts, and the heat inside her pussy surged, hot enough to melt my cock.
Her juices increased, and her expression started to loosen.
Her eyes glazed slightly, and she let out an involuntary moan.
"Hng… ngh!"
"Luna? What's going on! Open the door!"
"N-no… had a nightmare in my sleep, head's all fuzzy! Y-yeah…."
"Ah… nightmare…."
She meant it as an excuse, but she couldn't have known it'd backfire.
"Then talking with me should calm you down."
The bastard had no intention of backing off.
Irritation flashed across Luna's face for a moment, but my next thrust wiped it away, leaving her drooling in pleasure once more.
Caught between annoyance and ecstasy.
"Th-that's… hng!"
"Luna. I'm worried. Open up…."
Louis twisted the knob hard again, calling out desperately.
But her shout stopped him cold.
"Just stop it already!"
"L-Luna… wh-what was that yell…."
Luna started grinding her hips lewdly on me as she vented.
"Louis! Hng! We're not kids anymore! Don't you know how rude this is!?"
"R-rude…? That's harsh… between us…."
Between us? What 'us' are you talking about? The kind that interrupts childhood friends fucking?
Even as I sneered inwardly, Luna's scolding continued.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
"We're adults! Hng! A guy barging to a girl's room this late… it's not right!"
"Ah… you're right…. Luna, yeah."
Finally getting it, Louis muttered to himself.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Luna, you're a proper lady now. Sorry… I was out of line."
I nearly burst out laughing.
He'd twisted her words into his own misunderstanding.
Gentlemanly bastard….
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Sorry I snapped… haht! too… let's talk tomorrow, hng! haaah!"
"Yeah… got it."
Seeing Louis slink away pathetically left me wanting more.
Luna, relieved it was over like nothing happened, started shaking her hips again.
But it wasn't done.
"Oh, right."
"Haht! What!?"
"You seen that loser anywhere?"
"…."
I could guess who he meant. No— I was sure.
The moment she heard "loser," Luna stopped her eager grinding and looked down at me.
Earlier it was annoyance; now it was pure bewilderment.
Her hips stilled, and I didn't move either.
With silence filling the room, Louis started mumbling outside.
"Checked that loser's room earlier. Empty. No idea where he went."
"S-so…?"
"He didn't come here, did he?"
"Louis… you…."
Luna couldn't answer easily.
She couldn't say she hadn't seen me—sitting right on my hips—or that I was currently under her, mid-dance.
At her irritated tone, Louis chuckled awkwardly from the other side.
"No weird misunderstanding. Just worried that idiot might bother you."
"…."
"Coachman said earlier—he saw him heading somewhere."
"…Somewhere?"
To her uneasy question, Louis laughed heartily.
"Toward the brothels. Probably whoring it up with some sleazy girl right now."
"…."
"Fits him perfect… filthy bastard."
Louis dropped his voice coolly, then bid her goodnight.
"See you tomorrow. Sleep well… Luna."
After that, no more sounds. He'd left.
But even with him gone, the room hung in a silence thick as if a murderer lurked nearby.
The kind that kills to preserve the quiet….
Luna kept her head down, avoiding my eyes.
Using Louis's visit had spiced things up briefly, but his parting shot shattered the mood.
This won't do.
I'd waited for her to say something, but she stayed silent.
Letting it end like this would ruin the vibe and leave a sour aftertaste.
I lifted Luna off my hips and laid her on the bed.
"Kyaa! S-Su-ho!"
"Shh! He might hear outside."
"Hmph!"
Luna clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting to the door.
Truth was, Louis was gone. He wasn't the stealthy type anyway….
And he usually listened to her, so he'd slunk back to his room.
But Luna wasn't in a state to calculate that.
Lying on the bed, legs spread, tears welling, she slowly spoke.
"Instead… let me apologize. I'm sorry."
"…For what?"
I shot back curtly, scolding her apology.
Shrinking at my expression, she pouted and kept apologizing.
"Sorry I couldn't handle Louis. If I'd just told him about us from the start…."
"…."
"Are you… mad a lot?"
Her face swelled with guilt she had no reason to feel, as she looked up waiting for my reply.
I buried my face in her collarbone wordlessly, inhaling her scent, and muttered.
"Yeah… I'm mad."
"Eek…."
Face buried, I couldn't see her, but I felt her body tense with anxiety at my words.
Eyes closed, savoring her fragrance, I spoke carefully.
"Not mad he badmouthed me."
"Th-then…? Hng!"
From her collarbone, I licked slowly up her neck, over her features, to her earlobe, then tasted it with my lips.
Her earlobe burned hot, mirroring her turmoil.
I pressed close to her ear, whispering so softly even beside us it might not carry.
"Just mad he disrespected the woman I love…."
"Ah…."
Relief flooded her voice into my ear.
From her view, knowing my anger wasn't at her—but him—was enough.
But relief didn't fix the broken mood.
"Sorry… I'll tell Louis off tomorrow for sure…."
"No. Don't."
"No, I will. You're mad, so… I'm mad too."
Her scolding him sounded good.
But voices might rise, escalating things.
We were traveling with Sonya, Karl, and the dean.
A fight in front of them might not stay a lovers' spat.
Preventing trouble—that was my job.
"If it blows up, it'll drag me in too."
"But… I can't forgive him disrespecting you."
"Hm… then…."
I whispered one request into her ear.
My words tickled her eardrum through the curve, making her shiver as she listened intently.
Hearing me out fully, she replied without hesitation into mine.
"I'll do it…. No… I want to."