Orgasm Release (1)
'What the hell is going on...?'
In the midst of this utterly surreal situation, I stared blankly with a dazed expression.
"Ah, uh... wait a sec... sis..."
"Haa..."
Lucia's hands began to roam over my body. With a lewd touch, she slowly kneaded my breasts, biting her lip as if overwhelmingly aroused. Her eyes were half-lidded, unfocused—she was beyond listening to reason.
"W-wait... just a... moment..."
No matter how I tried to push her arms away, my body felt limp, utterly powerless to resist.
Squelch, squelch—a sharp, tingling sensation shot through my nipples. She rubbed circles around my areolas, flicked at my nipples. I could feel them hardening, growing unbearably sensitive.
My body was already burning from days of abstinence, making it so hard to hold back. With her hands added to the mix, I felt like I was going insane.
'Why is Lucia...'
Lucia was completely absorbed in groping my breasts, her demeanor utterly unlike her usual self—it felt like she was someone else entirely.
Earlier, I'd definitely asked, "Gonna do it again today?" Had I ever done something like this with Lucia? I swear to Manus, not once—
Swish—
"Eh, uh...?"
Lost in thought and spacing out, Lucia suddenly hiked up my nightshirt. Then she leaned her face in close. At first, I couldn't grasp what she intended.
But then she planted a smack of a kiss on my areola, and it hit me.
"Eek?!"
I felt something warm glide over my areola. Soon, her lips pressed firmly against it, smooch, smooch, and her soft tongue slithered slickly over my nipple.
My hands trembled as I stared at Lucia suckling my breast.
"Hnn, slurp..."
She suckled ravenously, her tongue rolling wildly, clearly intent on making me feel good.
'Hold on...'
A prickling pleasure spread through me. A hot coil tightened in my lower belly. My gut stabbed with need, my pussy twitching uncontrollably. It felt like my abdomen was throbbing, soaking up the bliss radiating through my body.
"S-sis... hnn... ah..."
I couldn't even push her away. I just clung to her body, desperately trying to create distance, but all I could do was moan at the sensation of her sucking my nipple.
She showed no sign of stopping, utterly fixated on my nipple, her tongue swirling endlessly.
I felt my lower belly quivering.
Ever since that first wet dream, I'd had plenty of dreams of doing naughty things with Lucia—biting and sucking each other, letting out vulgar moans as we ground our pussies together, all sorts of filthy acts.
But this was reality.
For a moment, it felt like a dream, but the intensifying pleasure made me acutely aware: this was real, down to my bones.
Lucia suckled my breasts like that for what felt like forever.
"Haa... haa..."
She panted roughly, then pulled me into a tight embrace.
"Carrot... Carrooot..."
Calling my name desperately, she slid her hand downward. It slipped right into my pants.
"Eek?!"
I let out a shrill scream, but she didn't stop. If anything, she gripped my ass harder, kneading it wildly as if venting her lust.
"S-sis... wai—hii... hik...!"
My whole body went weak. My pussy was already soaked from her sucking my tits, but Lucia wasn't satisfied. Her hand moved from my ass to my pussy, slowly rubbing the slick folds.
"S-siiis...?!"
"You're so wet... Did it feel good...?"
"Th-that's... ahh...!"
Her sweet whisper made my mind go hazy. Her lips brushed my ear, her hot breath and sugary voice so close. No fancy techniques—just pure, genuine desire to make me feel good.
And that sincerity drove me mad.
I swallowed hard, trying to say "Let's stop now," but—
Squelch, squelch—
"Hik... hiiik...!"
Her fingers slowly rubbing my pussy drew a moan from me instead. My mind went blank, thoughts evaporating. All that filled my head was how good her touch felt.
My body shuddered violently, legs kicking wildly.
"Ah, ahn... hee..."
Idiotic moans spilled from my lips. I'd held back so much, all to not betray Lucia. But here she was, oblivious, lavishing my pussy with affection.
No words came out. Truth be told, I didn't want to speak. My mind felt like fireworks exploding—bliss spreading from my belly, head spinning in euphoria. Pure, ultimate happiness. Being touched by Lucia was like an inescapable drug.
My body trembled, vision whitening.
'It's coming...'
It was coming—the massive release I'd felt when Rachel touched me, bubbling up from my core.
I tensed up.
"Hee, eh...?"
Then a deflating sensation hit, and I let out a dumb sound.
'Why...?'
I thought it would be okay with Lucia. That I just couldn't cum from my own touch, something wrong with how I did it.
But that had felt like something blocking me right at the edge. Like the path to climax was completely sealed.
Trembling, I stared at Lucia, still rubbing my pussy. Her other hand churned her own.
Squelch, squelch—
Seeing her like that sent another wave of mind-melting pleasure crashing through me, only to be blocked again. It was driving me insane.
Why?
Before I could dwell, the pre-climax surge hit again, and for hours of our bed romp, I endured that horrific sensation.
I had no idea then just how torturous it was to be denied orgasm.
***
Bang, bang—
It was the dead of night. The loud knocking roused Rachel from bed. Anyone else might have been furious, but she smiled.
'Hitting her limit at last...'
"Hee, hek... hng...!"
As expected, Carrot stood there, face flushed beet red. Her nightshirt was disheveled, pants not even pulled up—her pussy on full display, juices dripping freely.
Rachel had paired her with Lucia to push her over the edge into debauchery. And sure enough, she'd cycled endlessly between near-orgasm and denial—heaven and hell over and over.
A normal human would have their mind shattered, becoming a slave to pleasure. But Carrot's trained spirit and body had held out—just barely.
"Hngk, hek... Ra-Rachel-shi... uh... p-pussy... pussy feels weird... hek...!"
Drool trickled from her open mouth as she babbled shamelessly. Her legs shook as she collapsed before Rachel.
"Oh my... what's wrong?"
Rachel knew full well, but asked anyway. Carrot pointed at her pussy.
"Hng... Ah, no matter how much I touch... I can't cum...!"
Her slurred words spilled out pathetically. Her gaze fixed on Rachel's hands, understanding even in her haze: only Rachel could free her from this agony.
Her mind knew she shouldn't, but she'd probably gone wild with Lucia night after night—begging for touches, moaning sluttily—to create this exact scenario.
Pair the overheated Carrot with that Lucia, and of course the silly knight would loop through near-climaxes like a madwoman. Hence her current idiotic panting.
"Poor thing... must have been so hard."
"Hee... uht...!"
Rachel said nothing more. Carrot looked confused, expecting her pussy to be touched right away—like usual.
But Rachel had no intention of indulging her so easily this time. She wanted to hear it straight from Carrot's mouth.
Throw away abstinence, please touch my pussy. Admit she couldn't beat her lust.
Rachel crouched before her, deliberately spreading her legs to flash her panties.
"Didn't you say you were abstaining?"
"Th-that was...!"
Carrot's body twitched. Normally, Rachel would have fingered her by now. Frustration crept in as things didn't go as planned.
"I-it... uh...!"
She couldn't speak, just hung her head, fidgeting.
So adorable—Rachel licked her lips, resisting the urge to pounce. She needed those words: Carrot shattering her own "abstinence vow."
"What a dilemma... I hate dishonest people."
"Uh... w-wait, just a...!"
"Hnn..."
Carrot looked desperately antsy, rubbing her thighs, fiddling her pussy, body spasming. She craved climax so badly.
Rachel chuckled, eyes crinkling.
"Then... shall we be a little more honest?"
"Honest...?"
"Yes. Just speak truthfully."
"Uh, th-that... uh...!"
"Beg as desperately as you can."
Carrot jolted. She swallowed hard.
"P-please... it's too hard... c-could you help me...?"
"No."
"Y-yes...?"
"Is that how you beg?"
Carrot's face fell in despair. She fidgeted wildly, groaning "uuu," then—
"P-pleeease... I'm going crazy... hnn...!"
"Not enough."
"Pl-pleeease... have mercy on me...!"
"...Still lacking sincerity."
"Why... hik...!"
Carrot looked on the verge of madness, rubbing her pussy frantically, desperate for release—but knowing she couldn't do it herself. Despair.
She staggered up, trembling, head bowed. Juices trailed down her thighs.
"I-it's... hng... I arrogantly said I'd abstain before... I'm sorry... s-so please...!"
"Hmm... better than before."
But not enough for release. Rachel needed to imprint it: climax was a precious, sweet reward—unattainable by ordinary means.
Once that stuck, Carrot would be so much easier to train.
"Still not quite."
Thud—
Carrot collapsed. Watching her despair with interest, Rachel saw her spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy. Hands gripped her mound—
Squelch—
She spread her sticky, juice-drenched folds, face burning as she turned away, voice quaking.
"My pussy... keeps itching... hnn... driving me crazy... I need... haa... Rachel-shi's... help...!"
She thrust her twitching pussy forward like an offering.
"P-pleeease... touch my pussy...!"
She begged with every ounce of desperation.
But Rachel craved deeper depravity.
"...Is that the extent of your desperation?"
Carrot's pupils shook. She bit her lip hard, then knelt properly, self-abandoned, body quivering.
Her expression swirled with sticky lust, shame, guilt—Rachel's core heated.
Carrot bowed low before her.
Swish—
Golden hair spilled to the floor. Her petite frame shook, hands clasped before her forehead—like praying to Goddess Manus.
An act she should never do. Bowing to anyone but her goddess, as if worshiping another.
Lucia would be horrified.
But now, her goddess wasn't Manus—it was the sweet pleasure of lust.
Juices dripping from her pussy like Sunday prayers to Manus' statue, Carrot's voice dripped with filthy desire.
"P-pleeease... to me... hng... this worthless... pussy-drooling... vulgar knight...!"
Head bowed to Rachel.
"Gr-grant me... sweet climax... pleeease...!"
She begged fervently.