The 'Real' Reward for Seria – Outdoor Exposure Ecstasy
Up until now, I'd been wandering the capital to give Seria the 'real' reward she craved. I'd bought her clothes she liked, even taken her to a play.
The play was more enjoyable than I'd expected.
But apparently, none of that counted as her idea of a 'real' reward. How desperate must she have been to masturbate using my hand right in the middle of the performance?
Was it not enough?
I met Seria's gaze as she looked up at me with pleading eyes. They shone like those of a gentle doe. Even the sharp edge of her usual gaze seemed softened. With eyes like that, she was guiding my hand to pleasure her pussy.
"Haa, haa. Master, it feels so good."
Squelch, squelch.
Seria writhed slightly as she used my fingers to comfort herself. As her body heated up, her moans grew louder.
"Haa, haaah. Nngh!!"
Seria's body jerked violently. She trembled for a long while before catching her breath.
"Hah, hah."
I took her hand, which twitched intermittently. I could feel it quivering in my grasp.
"Let's go."
"Pardon?"
"Before everyone else stands up."
"Ah... yes."
There were limits to the illusion magic I'd cast on Seria. I could alter her appearance, but not her condition. If anyone saw her now, they'd witness some woman masturbating alone and staggering about.
I can't let them see that.
Exposing her to that degree was enough to instill shame. Besides, this wasn't meant to be training.
Seria wobbled as she stood, holding my hand.
"Legs already giving out?"
I whispered into her ear.
"N-no, I'm fine... Just, please keep holding my hand like this. Standing alone is hard."
"Got it."
But even with my hand in hers, Seria trembled. At this rate, she wouldn't make it out properly. I hooked her arm in mine.
"Eh?"
She flinched in surprise at the sudden arm-link. Her breasts brushed my arm, but I ignored it. Was she aware of it too? She bit her lip hard.
After a moment's hesitation, Seria leaned into me. I felt the softness of her breasts.
"Sorry. M-my legs won't hold."
Blushing deeply, she bowed her head. I glanced at her clothes—disheveled from her intense masturbation. I draped my coat over her shoulders.
"Wear this until you fix your outfit."
"Th-thank you."
She clutched the coat's hem with her free hand. Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed to be sniffing it.
I led Seria outside. The cool night air seemed to ease her expression bit by bit.
I considered heading straight back to the mansion, but...
"Just a little... a bit more walking."
She gripped my arm tighter.
"Alright."
We strolled the park with her leaning on me, arm still linked. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the white moon illuminated the world. Glowstones in the streetlamps flickered to life here and there.
"Better now?"
"Yes..."
Her quivering body had calmed. Confirming no one was around, I sat her on a nearby bench.
"Rest."
"You're especially gentle today."
Seria said in a sulky tone.
"Still not giving me my reward?"
"..."
"I thought you'd give me one at least once today."
"What kind of reward do you mean?"
At my question, Seria looked up, scanning the surroundings. Finally embarrassed? Her face flushed.
"You said... you'd do it with me. Give me the real reward."
"Didn't I?"
"This isn't the real reward I want. So please, do it."
I pointed at the ground.
"Out here?"
"...No choice."
"Others might see."
"I-it's fine."
"If you insist that much, fine. As you wish."
I snapped my fingers without her noticing. Equations formed in my mind, shaping the spell. Mana swirled around us. I stripped off Seria's dress, heedless of anyone nearby.
"R-right away?!"
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
"I-it is, but..."
Seria craned her neck, looking around.
"Wh-what if someone passes by?"
"Don't worry about that."
I'll handle it. I pulled down her dress, sucking on her exposed upper breasts. I sucked hard, leaving red marks on her skin.
"Haa, a bit lower..."
Sweet moans escaped the lips that had just fretted over passersby. While sucking her breasts, I teased her nipples with my fingers. Unable to fully undress her, I hiked up her skirt and pressed my mouth to her soaked pussy.
"Hngh, w-wait a moment."
Ignoring her urgent plea, I thrust my tongue into her pussy. A lewd scent wafted from it. Tasting her slightly fishy juices, I lavished her pussy aggressively. I felt her hands grip my head.
"That good?"
"Haa, haa."
Seria seemed beyond words. Then, footsteps approached from afar.
"M-Master... p-people!"
She frantically pointed at the approaching figure. But I ignored her, continuing the assault.
"W-wait, someone's... nngh!"
As the figure drew nearer, Seria's body shook harder. Fear of discovery, shame of recognition—it made her far more sensitive than before. Her pussy clenched tightly around my intruding tongue.
They're gone.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmmph!"
I clamped my hand over Seria's mouth as her hips bucked. Just as she climaxed, the top-hatted man passed us by.
"Tch, public displays of affection."
That was all—a tongue-click and a puzzled look, as if wondering at a woman receiving cunnilingus on a bench with her pussy exposed.
"Surprised?"
"Wh-what was... ah!"
"Illusion magic. Makes us look like a couple sharing a light kiss on the bench."
It was a different flavor from the theater illusion.
"I-is that possible?"
"Did you think no one reacted to your masturbation noises because they ignored them?"
Seria's eyes widened in her pleasure-dazed state.
"Th-then?"
"I blocked the sounds and showed illusions. Same here. Oh."
I snapped my fingers casually.
"Just canceled the sound-blocking spell. Even if they can't see, if they hear...?"
"Ah, ah..."
"They might come investigate. Real risk of getting caught."
"N-no way?"
"Means keep quiet. Wouldn't want to get embarrassed if they hear, right?"
"Th-that's! This is too indecent!"
Seria cried out in shock, but the thrill in her expression was unmistakable. Brimming with anticipation, eager to start.
No more hiding it.
Her lips twitched upward even as she protested. Her body shivered at the thought of what might come—and the exposure.
The stronger her denials, the greater her excitement, like protests turning into affirmations.
"Hate it that much?"
"Yes. This kind of..."
"Yet I want to see you hating it."
Thump, thump. I felt her heartbeat through our touching skin.
I sat on the bench and pulled the uncontrollably aroused Seria onto my lap, spreading her legs into an M-shape with both hands.
"W-wait..."
She whispered lowly.
"I'd shut up."
"Hngh."
Her face burned with shame at fully exposing her most private part. She clamped her own mouth shut. Just then, a couple passed in front of her.
"Eek."
A suited noble went by. A merchant-looking man. Rowdy nobles chattering among themselves.
"Haaah, haa!"
Each new passerby made her pussy twitch sensitively. As crowds thickened, her body steeped in arousal. Coy moans burst from her lips—fear and terror of discovery.
Her pussy, already heated, was fully warmed up. I freed my throbbing cock.
"Time for your real reward."
I whispered, nibbling her ear lightly.
"Ahh... Master... p-put it in, please."
A whisper stripped of all shame. I thrust my cock into her pussy.
"Haaaang..."
Seria bit her lip to stifle the moan. I vividly felt her soft, slick vaginal folds enveloping me. Our joined sexes were fully visible.
"Th-this is too embarrassing..."
Was this her limit? She flushed and hid her face whenever people neared. The moment she did, I saw her lips curve sky-high in ecstatic bliss.
"That good? If others' gazes excite you so much, why not moan loudly? They might like it."
"M-Master, you're too mean."
"You say that, but every time I speak, your pussy grips my cock tighter, refusing to let go."
Squelch, squelch.
"Hmmm. Nngh... hng!"
Flesh slapping flesh. Sticky, slick friction sounds as fluids clung and parted. Seria's stifled moans.
She tried desperately to stay silent, but...
"Haaaah!!"
She couldn't hold it. Suddenly, the park's crowds turned toward us—toward Seria's cry.
Her eyes went wide.
"Don't worry. They can't see you."
I whispered to her.
"R-really??"
"Didn't I say? To them, we're just kissing."
A more advanced illusion than before. High-level magic forcing entirely false visions. Onlookers tilted their heads.
"Weird noise?"
"Sounded like a woman moaning."
"Someone fucking nearby?"
"Nah, that kissing couple over there."
All eyes turned our way, then they tsked.
"Public fondling at this hour..."
"End times."
"Look at them, not even embarrassed."
"Oh my."
Their illusion-bound gazes fixed on us.
"N-no... don't look."
Seria murmured shakily. Thinking I couldn't see from behind? Her expression was utterly honest—drenched in ecstasy.
"Don't look at me... getting fucked like this, defiled... ah, ah... please..."
But contrary to her pleas, more eyes gathered. Slurp, smack, smack!
"Haaaang, haaaaaah."
Kiss-like sounds and her moans drew them.
"Don't look..."
The more eyes, the more sensitive she grew. Muscles contracting, pussy squeezing my cock fiercely. Chewy softness gripped hard, milking me like it was her duty.
As most park gazes locked on us...
"Kkuuuh!!"
With a choking gasp, Seria's back arched. Her vaginal muscles shifted, delivering new stimulation. As she orgasmed, I came inside her.
Seria shuddered violently, nearly passing out. Her body went limp, consciousness fading.
"Whew, too intense?"
Outdoor exposure—more like exposure performance—was premature for her.
Sighing, I snapped my fingers. Whoosh. The curious onlookers vanished instantly. Silence fell over the park, broken only by Seria's ragged breaths.
All illusions I'd conjured.
Tough to maintain long-term.
A different illusion type: false visions and sounds confusing sight and hearing. But the target was Seria, not bystanders.
The magic deceived her ears, eyes, and nerves. Fabricated crowds that "couldn't see" us. More phantoms meant more mana drain, but manageable.
Tiring at the end.
From Lilith's grimoire. First try, solid results—minus the massive mana cost. Maintaining it alone was exhausting.
Understandably so. Illusion on Seria to prevent recognition. Detection magic over 2km for mana-sensitive knights. Sound block and facial illusion on her. Four spells simultaneous.
Even for me, grueling. Couldn't use mana to carry her.
She probably had no idea the lengths I went for her "training."
"Whew."
I wiped my sweat. Had possessing Morris ever drained me like this?
I shook my head. But the satisfaction matched the effort. One ejaculation, yet more volume than usual.
I eyed the white semen leaking from her pussy slit, soaking the bench. I straightened her clothes and asked,
"Satisfied?"
"Nyaaah. It was really good."
"Then home."
"Over for today?"
Seria slurred with her lolling tongue.
"No."
"Eh?"
"Just beginning."
More rewards awaited at home.
"So brace yourself."
Her eyes sparkled at my words.