As You Command

"Now comes the real treatment, Captain."

"…What?"

I gripped her hips firmly.

"I'm going to move now."

"Ah—! W-wait, don't… move… hnngh?!"

When I slowly drew myself out of her, her inner walls clung to me as if reluctant to let go, dragging along every inch. Then I plunged back in, deep.

Thwack!

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, raw and shameless.

"Ah, ahh…! Hah, hngh…!"

Serafina clutched the pillow with all her strength. The electric pleasure radiating from Touch of Attunement left her utterly defenseless.

Even as I savored her reactions, I kept my focus on the skill.

Touch of Attunement.

I tuned directly into the mass of frigid cold knotted deep within her womb.

Creak… creak… creak.

It felt like hammering apart a frozen lake. Each time the head of my cock pressed against the entrance of her womb, that vicious cold cracked apart with a splintering fracture.

"H-haaahn! S-something's wrong… my belly… inside…!"

"Endure it. That is the evidence your mana circulation is returning."

I picked up the pace. Holding her hips locked in place, I drove into her like a beast. The bed creaked loudly beneath us, and her full breasts shook violently with every thrust.

"Ngh, ngh, hahhn…!"

Status Analysis.

Astonishing as it was, sex was also effective in treating Mana Overload.

[Hidden trait: Mana Overload — chronic internal injury. Symptoms rapidly improving.]

As I pistoned into her while diligently wielding Touch of Attunement, the status window's pronouncements of rapid improvement began to change—gradually, but unmistakably.

[Chronic internal injury: the congealed mana is being crushed and dispersed.]

"J-Jäger… slower, please… just a little slower…!"

[Chronic internal injury: mana circuits frozen solid as a glacier have completely melted.]

"Ah, ahh…! Not there… nghaaah♡?"

[Unstable internal injury: mana that had rampaged erratically is being calmly reconstructed.]

Chronic internal injury. The phrase that had always trailed after Serafina's status window like a shadow had finally vanished. What remained in its place was unstable internal injury.

She was still in bad shape—but far better than before. And all thanks to sex.

Granted, even without resorting to such a crude method, I could have achieved the same effect by slowly massaging her body with Touch of Attunement.

Well. All's well that ends well.

In any case, I paused my movements for a moment and delivered the happy news.

"Can you feel it, Captain?"

"Feel… feel what…?"

She gazed up at me with hazy eyes, her mind seemingly drowned in pleasure.

"The frozen mana that was sealing up your insides has melted away. If you receive regular maintenance from now on, you won't suffer those sharp seizure attacks anymore."

At my words, focus returned to Serafina's eyes. Only then did she seem to take stock of her own body.

"……"

Soon, astonishment crept across her face.

More than the recurring pain simply being gone—she had realized that something fundamental had changed within her body.

"…Ah."

Her lips parted slightly.

"It's… really gone. That deep, cold sensation… like something was always, tightly clogged in there… it's vanished… like a lie…."

An expression of sheer disbelief.

"…As I thought. You were right again, Lieutenant."

Small tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

"I'm… glad I trusted you…."

I brushed away that dew-like droplet with my thumb and whispered at her ear.

"It's not over yet."

"Not… yet?"

"No. Your mana has melted, but it's still scattered and unstable. Only by repeating the process of properly circulating it can we complete the treatment."

"I-I understand. I'll do as you say. Properly… please, treat me properly."

Serafina's dearest wish—the complete cure of her Mana Overload—was right in front of us. At this most desperate of moments, I, of course, did not make the foolish mistake of simply handing her the sweet fruit right away.

"Please continue to cooperate. From now on, you and I will need to meet regularly—"

"…."

Serafina swallowed dryly. The slender column of her throat bobbed.

"…Regularly. As we are now. Is that… what you mean?"

While I was still choosing my words, Serafina spoke first.

"Precisely, ma'am."

"I see…."

Serafina, who had been about to answer with forced composure, suddenly froze. She looked up at me as if she had realized something important.

Her eyes still brimmed with desperation—but now with a trace of embarrassment and guilt. Or perhaps gratitude.

"…No. Forget what I just said."

"…Rather, I should be the one asking."

"…Please continue to… look after my body, from now on."

She said this while her two hands, which had been gripping the pillow, slid gently along my arms. I answered with a smile.

"It would be my honor to serve."

"…Hmph. Enough false modesty. It's all thanks to you. Don't you dare be modest again, Max."

"……I shall correct myself immediately."

At this point, I'd say she was almost entirely won over. I put on a doctor's grave expression once more and spoke.

"Then, would you cooperate with me for a smoother treatment?"

"Cooperate… how?"

Her gaze dropped briefly and came back up. A look that asked: even with the shameless point where our bodies were joined in plain view, was there really a greater degree of cooperation to discuss?

There certainly was.

"The closer our bodies press together, the more effective the treatment becomes."

"…Heh."

Serafina's expression turned slightly sheepish.

"……You're not just trying to satisfy your own desires, are you, Lieutenant?"

"I cannot claim I have none."

"……"

At my brazen answer, Serafina let out an awkward laugh. But mixed into it was not contempt or anger—it was resignation, laced with a strange sense of relief.

"…Needlessly honest, as ever. …But honestly, that's rather better."

She lifted the hands that had rested on my upper arms and wound them around my back. Her slender fingers traced along my spine.

"I'll do… as you command…."

And then, her face flushing with shame, she slowly raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist. Her white thighs pressed flush against my hips.

"Is… is this enough?"

"It's perfect."

Smiling, I leaned down and pressed my upper body against hers. Breast met breast—a sensation so soft it verged on intoxicating. Serafina's flushed face filled my vision. Her breath was hot, and her sweeping silver hair tickled my skin.

"Then, I'll begin again."

"Mm."

Thrust.

When I drove my hips up, Serafina responded to my movements, awkwardly lifting her own to meet them.

"Hngh!"

The closeness was on a completely different level from taking her from above. The depth was deeper, the stimulation far more intense—and above all, the view spread out before me was endlessly rich.

Those always-icy sapphire eyes were now wet, their focus melting into haze. Her white, translucent skin had flushed crimson, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead and the bridge of her nose.

But it was her lips that drew my gaze above all.

Lips swollen red—she must have bitten them dozens of times, whether to endure the pain or to swallow her moans. Hot breath burst from between them, and a bewitching tongue flickered in and out.

I pressed my thumb firmly against those swollen lips. At the soft yielding touch, they parted, and hot saliva welled out.

"Your breathing is far too rough, Captain."

"Nngh, hah… that's, your fault…!"

"If your breathing falls out of rhythm, the mana circuits we painstakingly opened could tangle again. To match the waves deeper inside, we must share our breath."

I lowered my head and whispered from a distance so close my lips almost brushed hers.

"Kiss ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me."

Serafina's eyes trembled. She seemed to suspect some ulterior motive behind my words—but the thread of her reason was already half severed.

"…If it's for… the treatment…."

She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her chin up slightly. An unspoken permission. Without hesitation, I devoured her lips.

"Mmph…!"

Her lips were stiff at first, but once I gently sucked on her lower lip, they soon opened, tentative and hesitant.

Chuu.

She was clumsy. Exactly as clumsy as someone who had never once kissed another soul in her life would be. Not knowing what to do, only the tip of her tongue flinched. I gently entwined that tongue of hers and led her through it.

"Mm, mnh… chuu…"

When my tongue swept across her palate and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠grazed her teeth, Serafina's shoulders jumped. She tightened her arms around my neck and, clumsily but earnestly, took my tongue in.

Below, my movements never stopped. With our lips still overlapped, I pushed my hips up into her—and a moan exploded inside her mouth.

"Mmhn! Nnngh!"

The slick sound of mingling saliva and the sharp slap of flesh on flesh wove together into an exquisite harmony. I slowly raised my upper body and broke the kiss.

A silver thread stretched long between our lips, then snapped.

"Hah, hah…."

Serafina gasped for breath, gazing up at me with dazed eyes.

I gripped her hips firmly and thrust deep into her once more.

"Hngh…!"

Her head tipped back. Her jade-white throat arched like a bow, taut and exposed.

Touch of Attunement.

The instant the skill activated, Serafina's inner walls convulsed and clamped down around my cock. I deliberately ground the head of my cock against the entrance of her womb, crushing it beneath me.

"Haaaahn♡!"

At the same moment, a flood of love juices burst forth, soaking my lower abdomen. Serafina had climaxed.

That crushing grip pushed me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠over my limit as well.

"Ngh… I'm coming…!"

Without withdrawing, I buried myself ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in her to the hilt and released.