In the Hallway
In the Hallway
"I'll take you."
"What?"
To get straight to the point, fortunately, I wasn't caught.
If she had been even a little bit later, wouldn't Lady Ehiton have seen Jerad's hand withdrawing from my thigh in real-time?
This crazy bastard, Jerad, even while Lady Ehiton was trying to stop him, still had his hand invading my skirt.
"...Young Master Jerad?"
Lady Ehiton stopped trying to help me up and began to glare at Jerad, who was across from me. Well, considering Jerad's actions until now, it would have been abnormal not to suspect him.
More than that, that guy taking me to the infirmary? I don't know what he might do to me, how could I agree?
Naturally, I looked at Lady Ehiton and was about to say that I would go with her, but...
—*Squeeze*.
"Lunia will permit it too."
"...Hngh?!"
As if to say that if I didn't permit it, this wouldn't end here, he threatened me by tugging hard on my underwear.
"Ah, I can't interrupt Lady Ehiton's class, so... This time, I'll go with Jerad—Young Master Reinhardt."
"Hmm... If Lunia says so, then I suppose there's nothing I can do. Young Master Reinhardt, I hope you're not foolish enough to commit a crime."
Jerad seemed satisfied with my rather submissive answer and withdrew the hand that had been invading my skirt. Thanks to that, I was able to hastily pull down my rolled-up skirt, and as soon as I pulled it down, I was led out of the classroom by Jerad's hand.
Yuriana, who was left alone like that...
"Hmm... Was Lunia that close with Young Master Reinhardt...?"
I distinctly remember that just a few days ago, Lunia didn't hide her dislike and annoyance towards him.
Thinking, 'Perhaps Lunia is weak to people who approach her so persistently—' she began to focus on the class again.
The worry that Lunia might be harmed by Young Master Reinhardt because of her was not even a tiny bit present in her heart.
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Not going to the infirmary was perhaps natural.
I wasn't sick enough to go to the infirmary in the first place. It was partly because Lady Ehiton misunderstood and I came out, and the biggest reason was to escape without Lady Ehiton noticing.
And, as expected, perhaps.
After leaving class, with just the two of us left, there was no way Jerad wouldn't do anything.
"Hey, Lunia."
After getting some distance from the classroom, startled by Jerad's momentum as he suddenly started approaching me, I tried to back away, but
—*Thump*.
"Ugh."
Jerad didn't stop, and eventually, my back hit the wall, preventing me from escaping further.
Then, Jerad grabbed a handful of my hair that had fallen to my chest and lifted it.
"You heard what that Ehiton bitch said to me, didn't you?"
Of course. How could I not have heard when I was right next to her?
Lady Ehiton told Jerad not to com—
"—mit a crime, she said..."
Jerad sniffed my hair, then suddenly grabbed my breast.
—*Squeeze!*
"Hah?!"
Was I overwhelmed by Jerad's menacing aura? Or was the Book of Oaths restricting my movements?
Like a deer standing before a tiger, I couldn't move my body.
Jerad eventually misunderstood that I had given him permission to touch my breasts and began to knead them.
"Hngh?! Hah! W-wait...! This is the hallway...!"
"Aren't we in a relationship? Answer me, Lunia."
"Hmph, H-heek?! Y-yes, so stop it...!"
Not even in an enclosed space, but in the middle of a hallway where students and professors could pass by at any moment. The situation of having my breasts touched by someone else without being able to resist was more humiliating than any exposure.
If someone were to see this, my broken and vulgar appearance would be exposed. My heart pounded nervously, but that only excited me more.
But even so, I didn't want to be caught. I was merely enjoying the thrilling tightrope walk of almost getting caught.
"You admitted we're in a relationship, Lunia."
"...What? W-wait. What exactly...!"
Jerad, who had been touching my breasts over my school uniform shirt, suddenly lifted my skirt,
"Hold it like this."
"Ugh!"
He made me hold up my skirt with my own hands, as if I were showing off my underwear, and then he inserted his finger directly into my panties.
"H-heek?!"
Even in the classroom, he had clearly touched me over my underwear.
But in a place like this, where anyone could come at any time, not even over my underwear, the skin-on-skin contact was incredibly stimulating.
"It was like this earlier too, but this kind of underwear really seems designed for someone to see."
"Hmph, H-hmph!"
Not too loudly, Jerad whispered in a low voice, just loud enough for me to hear.
At the same time, he gently began to caress the area where my clitoris would be with his middle finger.
As soon as I felt Jerad's touch, I could assert with certainty.
'H-he's good...!?'
At the very least, he wasn't a virgin who knew nothing about a woman's body, like Reed.
More skillfully than that, not just someone who had a lot of sex, but someone with experience sleeping with many women. That experience was palpable.
Just as everyone's appearance is different, the shape of their pussy is also different.
But Jerad, so skillfully, began to slowly stimulate my clitoris, and the feeling was completely different from any self-pleasure I'd had until now.
'It's, it's so different...! H-huh?!'
I definitely thought that for the past two months, I had pleasured myself enough.
Not that it was enough for the future, but that I had touched myself enough to at least know the exact structure of my body.
But the feeling when I touched myself and the feeling when Jerad touched me were completely different.
It felt better than when I touched myself, and I got aroused more easily than when I touched myself.
"Hmph! Hah! Ugh!"
In the end, my hand went back to my mouth.
No matter how much I tried to pull Jerad's hand away, for some reason, I couldn't overcome his strength with my own.
So, rather than making a meaningless resistance, I felt it was better to block the moans coming from my mouth so they wouldn't be heard.
No matter how much I tried to block it with my hand, it was obvious it would continue if Jerad didn't stop.
All I could do was cover my mouth and pray that Jerad would finish quickly.
It was the same as before.
If my position was that of the subordinate, I couldn't even resist.
Helplessly? Forcibly?
No matter what flowery words I used, in the end, I was being subjected to this knowingly.
The helplessness I felt every time I realized that fact.
I had clearly wanted power so that I wouldn't be subjected to such things, but the shame and humiliation of being subjected to this because of my own fault, completely unrelated to power.
Every time I felt such emotions, the very last line of the Status Window kept tempting me.
'No... I'm not a woman who would sell her life...'
But just as I was thinking that,
—*Squish!*
"Haaah❤️! Hmph...!"
Jerad, who probably didn't know what I was thinking, finally shoved his finger into my pussy.
In the end, I, having let my guard down, couldn't hold back my moans, and though very faintly, my moans echoed in the hallway.
"In a place where we could be caught at any moment, to feel this much just from foreplay."
"F-feel it, who...!"
I tried to resist Jerad's insult, but
—*Stretch*.
"H-hngh?!"
Jerad stretched the inside of my pussy with his finger, and I had no choice but to shut my mouth. There was no point in saying anything more here, because Jerad would clearly continue to touch my pussy and humiliate me.
Such humiliation would only please Jerad more, so the correct answer was to respond with a blank expression and no reaction to make him lose interest in me as quickly as possible.
Of course, even knowing it was the right answer, when someone touches your weak spot, you can't help but succumb. As Jerad began to move his finger more actively—
—*Squish, squish, squish*.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph."
In my head, it felt as if it was filled with the sound of pussy juice rubbing.
Even though we weren't having sex, moans flowed out rhythmically. It was as if it proved that Jerad had experience with many women.
I suddenly remembered an interview I had read in a Community post a long time ago, which said that women experience great satisfaction in sex when they meet a man who is good at foreplay. That video suddenly came to mind.
And I had to honestly admit it.
Jerad was better at sex than I was. And why wouldn't he be? Jerad was rhythmically thrusting his middle finger into my pussy while simultaneously stimulating my clitoris with his thumb.
Having two erogenous zones stimulated at the same time was more stimulating than I had imagined.
Moreover, unlike men, women, as time passes, their arousal builds up and overlaps, making the arousal stronger the longer it lasts.
Jerad, knowing this, would stop his hand whenever he felt I was experiencing even a slight climax.
And once it subsided a bit, he would stimulate me again, stopping just before I reached climax.
"Ugh, H-hmph."
Of course, if the intensity of that climax had been great enough to fully satisfy me, it would have been torture.
But no matter how I estimated it, it was a weak climax, and a weak climax, the more you endured it, the more its size would swell.
"Hah, H-hmph! P-please...!"
And as that continued, the surrender of defeat eventually escaped my lips first.