The Room You Can't Leave Without a Handjob (1)
You can only leave by giving a handjob.
"Damn...."
It was a room straight out of a succubus's playbook. I scanned the space. Pristine white walls. A sprawling bed. It was laid out like a love nest for two lovers.
The entire room was laced with magic circles so intricate even I couldn't fully parse them.
Feels like I've stepped into a trap.
So this was transcendent-level magic. I turned to Remilia.
"What do you want to do?"
"W-what do you mean, 'what'?"
"To get out of here, looks like someone's gotta give a handjob."
"W-why are you asking me?"
"Whichever way, one of us has to strip and show our junk."
Remilia's face flushed crimson at that.
"Eek!"
"That over-the-top blush... don't tell me you're a virgin?"
She averted her gaze.
"I-I'm a proud elf warrior!"
"So the warrior's a virgin, got it."
"I've been living as a warrior—where would I find the time for that sort of thing?!"
"Not something the brothel madam should be saying."
"...That!"
She couldn't string the words together.
"I only became madam because I was a field commander."
"A brothel madam with zero sex experience. Hilarious. What'd you do when clients demanded it?"
"Yell at the cocky humans or beat the crap out of guys trying to harass the girls... Wait, why the hell am I even answering you?"
"Tch, such pointless outbursts. That's virgins for you."
"What does that have to do with anything?!"
"Whatever. So who's jerking who off?"
"It doesn't say."
"You wanna do it, then?"
"...Fine, I'll do it. Beats showing you my naked body."
"Suit yourself."
Remilia undid my pants. She covered her face at the sight of my still-flaccid cock.
"T-this is a m-man's...?"
She tentatively reached out, brushing it with her fingers.
"It's s-soft and squishy? The girls always said it was like a hot iron rod, hard as steel."
"You really know nothing."
"I-I know what I need to know!"
With that, she gripped it in her hand. She'd clearly heard something somewhere, because she started pumping it up and down furiously. The problem was, she was so clumsy it barely registered.
"Beginner at everything but fighting?"
"You don't have to phrase it like that..."
"You're radiating virgin vibes."
Normally, I'd let her get the hang of it. Watching an innocent virgin learn step by step was half the fun of training one. But we didn't have that luxury today. It was only half-hard at best.
"It g-got bigger?"
Remilia stared in awe at the now thicker, firmer cock.
At this rate, we'd be here forever. I grabbed her wrist.
"Can't take the teasing anymore."
"Stick your ass up."
"W-what?!"
"Ass up, I said."
"I-I'm an honorable elf warrior. This humiliation..."
"How long you gonna fumble with just the tip? You'll make me cum like this."
"W-wait!"
I snapped my fingers. The belt buckle on her leather pants unclasped, buttons popping open.
"Pure white panties? Too innocent for a brothel madam, no?"
"You bastard!"
Her face beet-red, she swung a fist. Spirited resistance, but it never landed.
"Kyaa!"
"Cute voice for an elf captain."
"Hey! Dmitry!"
"Not into elf pussy, but no choice."
"Stop it!"
"Sorry, but thrashing won't end this. One of us has to make the other cum for that door to open."
So it was inevitable. I pinned her arms and legs with telekinesis. She struggled, but it was futile.
I slid off her panties. Her pale skin revealed a vivid pink slit.
An elf's pussy, huh?
"Y-you bastard, you gonna shatter an elf's pride?"
"That pride vanished the second you started jerking me off, no?"
Remilia clamped her mouth shut. I traced her folds with a finger, gently mapping her sensitive spots to ease her into it.
"S-stop..."
She'd been resisting, but now her body twitched. Blushing at the unfamiliar pleasure.
"Hngh!"
She bit her lip, pretending not to feel it. But her pink pussy was already swelling.
I licked her clit while sliding a finger inside. Just a bit of foreplay, and she was wet enough to take it. She swallowed her moans to preserve her pride, but my well-practiced touch overwhelmed her.
Her pussy smelled of forest—fascinating.
Soon, her body shuddered. No squirting, but the intense tremors said she'd climaxed hard.
"W-wait!"
Her embarrassed reaction was fun, so I teased a little more.
"Hah, hah."
Her hypersensitive post-orgasm nerves tormented her. Unfamiliar territory for a born warrior.
T-this... is sex?
She'd never trusted her subordinates' tales of how good it felt. No room for pleasure in her life. She'd sworn to live by elf warrior pride over carnal indulgence.
But now.
Why does it feel so good?
Every gesture, lick, word from Morris made her quiver. It was just foreplay, but the inexperienced virgin had no clue.
Door unlocked.
That's how it works.
Door open confirmed, I dressed.
"Door's open. Let's go."
"W-wait..."
"Problem?"
She looked at me with desperate eyes.
"It's just..."
"No time. Move."
Remilia rose, regret in her eyes—or tried to.
"Kyaa!"
A shriek unbecoming a warrior escaped her. Had she ever made such a high-pitched noise? Her subordinates would've teased her for months.
"Wh-what?"
Her legs wouldn't hold. They trembled beyond her control. That orgasm had been that intense.
First time feeling like this.
"Follow close, like I said."
"M-my legs won't work."
"Didn't you brag about running 30km solo?"
"I-I did, but..."
"Liar? Legs giving out from one orgasm—too fragile."
She gritted her teeth.
"It's not!"
Provoked, she forced herself up, trembling as she followed. I led down the new path.
Takes me back.
During the great war with the orcs, we'd walked like this on missions. Bantering and bickering.
One difference: foreplay with a comrade's pussy.
Soon, the next room. Identical.
No way.
"What's it say here?"
The first part matched.
You can only leave by making him cum with paizuri.
"What do you have to do?"
"It says... make you cum with paizuri."
"Think you can?"
"I can this time."
Remilia squirmed, stripping. Her white shirt slipped off, baring her chest.
Her breasts weren't small—perfectly balanced teardrops that overflowed a single hand.
"D-don't stare so hard."
"No bra?"
"T-too cumbersome."
"Huh, kinkier than I thought."
"No! Efficiency!"
Her tension eased, expression softening.
"L-let me strip you again."
"Go ahead."
She pulled down my pants. My cock sprang out, already rock-hard—unlike before.
"Eh?"
Her eyes widened at the massive erection looming over her upturned face, casting a shadow.
"W-what the...?"
"That's how cocks get."
"Th-that cute little thing from before..."
"You know nothing."
"I-I've never done this."
Blushing, she pressed her breasts around my shaft. Not fully enveloping like Seria or Lilith, but softer, springier.
"Like this, up and down...?"
She rubbed diligently. Adequate for a first try, cute effort. I decided to help.
"Do it like this."
I squeezed her tits hard. Pressure intensified.
"This hard okay?"
"Yeah. Better even."
"R-really?"
"Stroke with your tits and lick the tip."
"L-like this?"
She stuck out her tongue, lapping the glans.
"Yes. Perfect."
Pride in doing well? Her shoulders lifted. I stroked her head as she worked.
"Haa, haa."
Our heated breaths warmed the room. Remilia felt odd thrill seeing Morris—mere comrade—pant above her.
Men make faces like that when aroused.
Did her brothel elves see this daily? She could excite a man like this. A conqueror's thrill.
Her earlier arousal lingered below. Fingers alone felt good.
What if this went inside me?
Heart raced. But she couldn't beg—afraid it'd make her a slutty elf who craves cock.
Even her clumsy paizuri built the urge to cum. I didn't hold back.
"Ngh!"
White semen erupted like a fountain.
"Eh?"
It splattered her face.
"T-this is cum?"
She felt my cock throb between her breasts. She wiped a glob from her cheek, tasting it absentmindedly. Half curiosity, half triumph at making me cum.
Not purely delicious—sweet yet bitter, not addictive. But that shocked look on Morris's face? She'd swallow more for that.
"Good girl."
I petted her head.
"On to the next."
I cleaned her with cleanse magic and stood.
"Y-yeah."
Regret etched on her face, she followed.
Next room.
"What’s it say?"
Kiss.
"Kiss," she said, disappointment clear. Bummed at the tamer act after the last ones.
She'd cum from my touch but still craved more. I knew.
Seeing genitals, cumming, then kissing? Order off, but whatever.
"A kiss... not bad."
I pulled her waist close.
"Brace yourself—you might pass out."
"E-eh?"
Her eyes widened, face flushing. She was expecting it, like a girl in first love.
I claimed her lips.