A New Semester Begins - 3 (09/06)
"Hah, hah♡ So what should I do?"
"Hm?"
"I should apologize to Yena, right?"
Having wrung each other dry of cum and lying entwined on the bed, my honest thoughts slipped out all on their own. I asked while kneading Seria's ass, and she gave a slow nod.
"If you want to, my lady, and the mood between you has turned awkward, then it's better to do it."
"Right?"
"Though, my lady, may I ask you one thing?"
"Hm? What is it?"
"How hurt do you think Yena's feelings actually were?"
"Hmm, let's see."
If I had to put it into words, Yena's feelings didn't seem hurt at all. She'd been embarrassed, sure, but it hadn't felt like shame. She'd even laughed it off with something like, Well, that was a bit of an embarrassing story to hear.
The reason I wanted to apologize was simply that I hated the awkwardness hanging between us.
"At university, Yena's the only person who treats me like an actual person."
"I see."
"When I'm around campus late in the evening, that kind of talk comes up a lot, so I asked around — and apparently it did throw her off a little."
As I nibbled and nuzzled at her breasts, Seria nodded along and began offering advice.
"Then a light gift should do — a cup of coffee, something like that. And when you apologize, just gloss over it casually."
"That's really okay?"
"Mm, it's a simple apology, after all."
Seria said that if I'd genuinely done something wrong, I shouldn't follow her advice. But this wasn't like that. All that had happened was that we'd approached each other without any formality and the mood had gone stiff. In that case, she said, it was far better to apologize and smooth things over — and I nodded along.
With one more problem solved, my attention began drifting elsewhere. The first thing I registered was that plump, springy ass. When I pressed my fingers into it, they sank right in before it bounced back with a little jiggle — and at that elasticity, I stole a glance at Seria's face.
"Fufu, want to go again?"
"Mmhm♡ Sorry, we already did it so much."
"Not at all♡ Come here, now."
The moment my hands left her ass, Seria laced her fingers through mine and welcomed me in. I let out a long breath and slowly pushed inside, and her pussy — long since accustomed to my cock — clung to me at once.
"Mmnh♡"
"Hoo♡"
Slow sex, our bodies pressed completely together, moving at a languid pace. The moment our stomachs met and our eyes locked, heat flooded through me in an instant, and I began to move my hips. Drawing my cock slowly all the way out, then sinking it slowly back in... Repeating that over and over, I soon felt my body starting to creak.
Even after a whole month of this, I still couldn't manage to move just my hips. No — it wasn't only that. I tired out a little too quickly, too. It wasn't that my cock gave out and I had to stop; it felt more like my heart was racing too fast and I had to stop. Probably because my whole body was moving. Well, stamina itself was something I could build up with exercise, but——
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes♡ When your cock reaches all the way deep inside, mmn♡ I feel so wonderfully full."
It nagged at me, this feeling that I couldn't satisfy Seria. She told me it felt good every single time, but after sex it was always her, calmly holding me and soothing me.
"Seria."
"Yes?"
"Um, so."
If I were just absorbed in relieving my own lust, that would be one thing, but we were mixing bodies together, and I didn't want it to be like that. I really should learn, shouldn't I? How to be good at sex. She'd said she'd learned everything from a succubus instructor, even how men work their hips, so she could teach me.
"Later — hoo♡ — can you teach me how to have sex?"
"Of course♡"
"Not now — now, mmn♡ right now — ah♡ I'm cumming, cumming~!♡"
Mid-sentence, the pleasure surged up all at once. I laced my fingers tight through Seria's and pressed our bodies flush together, and Seria clamped down on the base of my tail with her legs and hugged me hard. My cock slid in just a little deeper——
"Ugh!♡"
— and I began spilling a huge load of cum straight into Seria's womb.
"Ah♡ Aah♡ Nnghaaah!♡"
Every time my cock twitched — spurt, spurt — and emptied itself, a dopey little sound leaked out of me. Embarrassed by it, I buried my face in her chest, and Seria pulled my waist in even tighter, milking everything in my balls out of me.
"Ah...♡"
The ejaculation went on for a good two minutes straight. Long enough that it felt like the inside of my body had been scooped completely empty. As I blearily cracked my eyes open in the afterglow, Seria pressed a light kiss to my lips.
"You did wonderfully♡"
"Hah♡"
Couldn't send it again, huh. Sulking at the thought, I kissed her back, and Seria burst out laughing, gently stroking my head.
"Feeling refreshed?"
"Yeah. It won't get up anymore."
"Then shall we work out how you'll apologize?♡"
Seria offered her lap as a pillow, then bent over me, veiling my face behind those milky breasts. Sucking at her chest, I hashed it out with her for a long while over how to apologize to Yena.
"It's not a formal apology, so just keep it easy and friendly."
"I suppose that makes sense."
"Yes — something like 'I was a bit flustered yesterday. Sorry.' That should be plenty."
There was something oddly trustworthy about Seria's advice. Regardless of whether a question was hard or easy, anything out of Seria's mouth simply felt believable. Squirming at that feeling, I hugged into her, and she said I could just pick up a coffee from the café in front of school and bring it along.
"Cookies would be fine too. A cake or anything like that would feel like too much, though."
"I don't even know what kind of cookies she likes."
"I think anything is fine as long as it's not something she can't eat. Chocolate chip, or strawberry."
"True."
As I nodded, my eyelids sank right along with it. I let out a long, lazy yawn, Seria tucked the blanket over me and soon slipped in at my side, and this time I drifted off with her arms wrapped around my back and waist.
The next morning, I woke to the feeling of Seria getting up.
"Yaaawn... where are you going?"
"It's time for my regular report, so I need to go see my employer."
"Mm..."
So she was heading off to discuss whether I was properly living the layabout lifestyle. If she were serving my sister or my parents, there'd be no meetings like this...
"Sorry."
"Don't be, my lady. Assisting you is such rewarding work."
"Mmm."
"You're still sleepy, aren't you? Here, sleep a little longer, my lady."
When I apologized, rubbing at my eyes, Seria smiled softly and eased me back down. Then, promising to make me a delicious brunch once I was up, she kissed me and slipped out of the room——
"Gah!?"
By the time I came to, the sun had climbed far closer to the middle of the sky than I'd expected. The clock read one in the afternoon. ...Just how long had I slept? And more to the point, if my back still ached today, just how much had I spilled yesterday?
"Uuunngh~!"
When I'd woken that morning, the sun had only just been rising. Muttering to myself like that, I went into the bathroom, washed up, and my head slowly cleared.
"Hmm."
Sprawled alone on the sofa, lazing about, my thoughts turned to Yena. My only trustworthy friend. How should I apologize...? Seria had said a casual apology would do, but I hated the idea of fumbling it by being too casual.
"Ugh."
It was all people's fault, really. Watching them flock to me for my money ever since I was little had made me needlessly wary.
I was still worrying, tail swaying lazily, when——
"You're awake? Sorry for the delay. I'll get your lunch started."
"Mm, no, just order delivery today. More importantly, what did my parents say?"
"They asked what sorts of games you enjoy, my lady. And whether you'd taken up sports or any other hobbies."
"I see."
"I didn't mention Yena — that's your private matter. Shall I report on it now?"
"No — mm, it's fine. Getting close to Yena isn't going to make me do anything productive. Just put a stop to it if it ever looks like it might."
"Yes, my lady."
Having finished her answer, Seria sat down across from me — she must have ordered the delivery too — and I quietly watched her. That straight-backed, elegant posture. Not a single thing out of place. Looking at it, I thought, once again, she really is different from me.
Someone like her — if I just wanted it...♡
"Ah- ahem! Seria, more importantly, there's something I'd like your advice on."
"Yes?"
"I asked Yena about this too, but — with you, um, when we met, we had a ton of sex, right? And ever since, I can't get sex out of my head. What should I do about that?"
My lust was boiling over to a degree that was almost strange. When I said so, Seria thought for a moment, then asked permission to pose a few questions of her own.
"Yeah, I'm the one asking to be counseled. Of course."
"Thank you, my lady. Then... does this happen whenever you see a woman? Not any particular person — every woman, without exception?"
"What? No, it's not like that. We don't even have heat cycles — there's no way it could be."
I didn't get turned on looking at the people who saw me as a walking money bag. Our family didn't have heat cycles to begin with. When I said so, Seria nodded and called that a relief.
"Then let me ask something else."
"Mm."
"Do you feel unable to hold your impulses back?"
"Huh?"
"If so, I'll come up with various ways to help you restrain yourself. But if you can at least make it to a hotel, I'd say you're fine."
Anyone would react that way to someone sexually attractive — that's what Seria said, adding that I only ever responded to her or to Yena, and that as long as I could hold it together when out and about, there was no problem. And since the curse meant I didn't need to work, all the more so.
"If it were ever to the point of damaging your health, you'd have to stop — but that isn't the case, is it?"
"Mm."
"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help."
"No, it's fine."
I supposed there was nothing for it but to get used to the stimulation. Which meant I'd owe Seria a bit of an apology, then... When I stole a glance at her, Seria carefully raised a hand and said she had a suggestion to offer.
"You did tell me yesterday not to push you too hard, but... how about getting yourself a sex friend after all?"
"Huh?"
"The more people you have sex with, the more accustomed to the stimulation you'll naturally become. A lover would be fine too, of course, but if that's difficult, what about a relationship at exactly that level and nothing more?"
Maybe it came with being from the Netherlands — Seria said things that were hard to even imagine. As I blinked at her, she smiled with her eyes and said it wasn't pressure, just something to think over at least once, while talking with Yena.