Chapter 74: Graduation and Return
"Alright, time to devour our super horny Hilde."
"Please savor your perfectly aged Hilde, Sir Siu♥"
Han Siu flashed a satisfied smile and pounced on her.
"Y-yes, ahhn…! Sir Siu♥"
As he climbed atop her, Hildear swiftly wrapped her arms around his neck.
Just as Han Siu had eagerly awaited this moment, Hildear had endured grueling training—swinging her sword, mastering her mana—all for this day. She burned with excitement and desperate desire even more intensely than he did.
Drenched in ecstasy, she hooked her legs around his waist too, pulling him close as if begging him to claim her virginity right away. But Han Siu's hips weren't so easily drawn in.
"H-haa, Sir Siu…?"
"Hilde. Aren't you rushing a bit?"
"B-but… ahn… I just want to let you taste me right now…."
"Don't you want to taste me, Hilde?"
"……♥"
Her face flushed pink with shy embarrassment—an adorably uncharacteristic expression for her. Han Siu smiled softly at the sight.
"You know we've only got thirty minutes, right?"
"That's all we have. So…"
"I'll savor you so thoroughly that no one even thinks about interrupting midway."
"Ah… ahn…."
"Let's take it slow and enjoy."
With a mischievous grin, Han Siu pressed his lips to her cheek.
Mwah.
"H-haa, nyet…♥"
Her body trembled, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
Han Siu leisurely kissed from her cheek—smack, smack—trailing down to the nape of her healthy neck. The vivid sounds of their lips meeting right by her ear made Hildear quiver uncontrollably.
'I-I shouldn't… get like this…♥'
Her master's tender, devoted caresses scrambled the knight's rationality.
She'd always viewed the graduation virginity ceremony as just a glorious ritual. For one partner, it was thirty minutes, but more people meant less time per person.
She'd assumed the whole party would join in, so it'd be quick and done. This was beyond her expectations—him focusing solely on her, with such lavish affection she felt unworthy of.
"H-haa, Sir Siu… Th-this is, ahn, I should…."
By now, he'd reached her nape, sucking greedily at the pale skin with wet slurps.
At her pleading tone, he paused, lips parting from her skin.
"Don't wanna."
"P-pardon?"
"I told you, remember? I'm gonna devour you plenty. And that doesn't just mean your pussy and juices."
"Ah…. Ahhn…♥"
Hildear, who'd taken his "devour" talk as mere pillow talk, was overwhelmed by the sharp spike of arousal.
She never imagined she'd end up just receiving one-sidedly like this.
Her loyal knight's reason clashed with her emotions.
It was a deeper conflict than when he'd once ordered her to rest in his arms.
Blissful. So blissful, yet a strange ache tugged at her heart. And that ache felt oddly pleasurable. The duet of happiness and taboo thrill was intoxicatingly sharp.
"Ahh…."
Han Siu chuckled softly at her dazed expression.
"Feeling calmer now?"
"H-haa, y-yes…."
"Then we're good?"
"…D-do whatever you want, haa, everything…♥"
"Was planning to anyway."
He returned his mouth to her nape.
Most knights had pale skin with a faint tan glow from endless sunlit training—unrelated to their post. Armor covered them regardless.
The knight beneath him was no different. Her Western features and fair skin evoked a healthy, vibrant Caucasian beauty, true to her continental roots.
'Tastes amazing.'
Unrelated, but Hildear's skin was delicious.
Perfectly salty-sweet flesh, and every tongue flick drew cute "hn, hn" moans that fueled his excitement.
The sounds of him tasting her pale neck and her moans probably echoed through the hall. Soundproofing wasn't possible, so the men were likely on auditory edge too.
He was curious about their faces but had no time to look.
'Time to move down.'
After leaving at least twenty kiss marks on her neck, he descended to her collarbone. A third exposed, below it lay her sweat-soaked black tee.
After a brief hesitation, he channeled mana into his hand and tore her top clean off. Hildear flinched in surprise—she hadn't expected that—and her splendid breasts bounced into view.
"No matter how many times I see 'em, such pretty tits."
Truth be told, Hildear's breasts lagged behind the other women he'd tasted.
But their perfect size, firm from trained muscles, youthful softness—balanced flawlessly. Familiar now, they stirred possessiveness.
"P-pretty…! H-haa, so embarrassing…."
"Have more confidence, Hilde."
He latched onto a nipple, suckling gently with his thick tongue teasing her tiny one. Another cute moan spilled from her.
Slurp, smack. Suck… lick, lick. Slurp….
He'd tasted her breasts before, but they never lost their appeal. The soft flesh and nipple's flavor delivered profound satisfaction words couldn't capture.
"Haahn, haa… hnng…."
The ticklish sensation at her breast tips melted her legs from his waist.
Instead, her arms tightened around his neck, pulling him closer. His unusually passionate sucking and licking evoked a baby nursing.
'Sir Siu, so cute…♥'
Down below, a thick, hot rod pressed insistently against her belly—not cute at all. And his devilish tongue on her nipple was far from innocent.
Naturally, she stroked his head tenderly, her eyes brimming with maternal love. Catching her gaze, he felt a bit embarrassed but not shy.
Slurp, suuuck…! Haa.
Still, he didn't linger on her breasts.
The prickling stares on his back aside, his cock was starting to ache.
'But going straight in now would feel rushed under pressure. Hate that.'
Public sex in front of crowds was fine, but he wasn't about to rush to meet their timeline or demands. They'd forced this "tradition" on him—not his request. No need for their pressure.
More than that, since Hildear wanted this, he aimed to maximize her pleasure. A once-in-a-lifetime moment she'd craved—ending unsatisfyingly would be sloppy.
"Hmm, Hilde. Wanna do it with your tits?"
"T-tits?"
"Yeah. Paizuri. Your tit-pussy."
"…Y-yes, understood."
Her slight hesitation was from the time limit. But trusting him, she decided to relax and take it easy.
As he moved to straddle her stomach, Sandra Elbton—the vice director emceeing—tried to intervene.
"S-Sir Siu? There's a time limit, so maybe hurry…."
"What?"
"Eek…!"
He hopped off the bed, radiating feral menace.
Sandra flinched hard. He'd caused occasional trouble at the academy but always obeyed nicely. Now? Pure A-rank hero—and prime stud.
"We've got over twenty minutes left, and how I spend it is my call. Just watch quietly."
"A-ah, yes…."
She hadn't meant to nag anyway.
Watching their foreplay had soaked her too. But as emcee, she couldn't let him exceed thirty minutes after he'd said he wouldn't.
'At least I did my job… ah.'
Too late, she noticed his casual banmal. But she couldn't call him out.
He was A-rank now, not a candidate.
"Alright, back to it."
He placed his massively erect cock between her breasts. It bobbed playfully against the soft flesh before settling snugly in her cleavage.
"Hm, a bit lacking."
"Ah, sorry my breasts are too small…."
She deflated at his mutter.
"Wait, not the size."
"Th-then…."
"Need lube for this."
Her sweat and his precum helped, but paizuri would be too dry.
Conveniently, academy-provided lotion sat bedside. He grabbed it, poured it over her luscious breasts. He disliked the white liquid flowing before his semen, but lube was essential.
"L-let me…!"
"Huh?"
"I-I'll, haa, move it…."
Before he could reply, she gripped her breasts, enveloping his cock warmly. Hands sliding up and down, she began rubbing.
Sticky, slick lotion coated his shaft, frictioning against her soft, springy tits with lewd squelches. Top-tier lube reduced drag while preserving every texture.
Squelch-squelch-squelch….
"H-haa, Sir Siu… F-feels, hn, good…?"
"Yeah. Your tit-pussy feels insanely good."
"……♥"
Despite the obscene sight—man atop her, titfucking his cock—she beamed genuinely at his praise.
Lifting her head slightly, she kissed the tip peeking from her cleavage.
"…Mwah."
"……!"
His thick, long cock sat at her midriff, so titfucking made the glans bob in and out.
She kept steady rhythm, lips stationed on the tip—lapping precum, tongue teasing the slit.
Her shy, cute face contrasted deliciously with her slutty tongue work, amplifying his pleasure.
'Fuck, insane. So damn hot….'
Squelch-squelch, smack-smack-smack, squelch-squelch.
"Suck, mwah. Lick, hn… slurp. Lick, smooch…♥"
Pressing her tits tighter for more pressure, cheeks hollowing as she sucked—focusing solely on the glans.
It felt like his shaft and glans were with separate women. Her unexpected eagerness and intense pleasure had him nearing climax already.
Sensing his twitch, she murmured:
"Hahn, Sir Siu. Cum as much as you want…. You can keep going forever, right? So, haa, tits or mouth or face… I'll take it all…♥ Smooch…. Mwah♥"
"……."
How could he hold back?
He relaxed fully. No need to move—her loving paizuri would handle it.
Slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp…!
Her titfucking sped up, growing fiercer.
His release came quick.
"Haab, hn, smooch. Mwah♥ Lick, suck, lick, sluuuurp…. Haa, smooch…!"
"Ngh. Haa. Hilde, cumming. Uhn…!"
Spuuuurt!! Spluuurt, spurt, splurt, spluuuurb…!!