Give and Take
Give and take. So I should put something in her mouth, too.
As my hands worked over her chest, Erina let out a soft moan and spoke.
"Hnn… deeper than that……? I don't think I can… Professor, yours is too big…."
It was on the larger side, sure… but only a little above average, wasn't it?
…Well. If she said it was big, who was I to argue.
"If you can't, then there's nothing for it."
Life was hard sometimes.
I'd gotten my hopes up for nothing.
Thinking she'd keep saying yes to everything forever had been pretty naive of me, honestly.
Maybe I'd been a little too greedy.
"Ah—no…, if you're going to look that disappointed. Ugh, fine! Fine! I'll at least try once!"
"Really?"
"Yeees, all right. Honestly, the second your face brightens right back up…."
Erina said it with a show of composure, but…
Looking at the size of me, she couldn't help being nervous.
Her expression was rigid with tension.
Even so, worried I might stop her again mid-way, she didn't drag it out this time. She moved quickly.
She pressed a kiss to the head.
Chup.
"Mm…."
From that first touch, little by little, her tiny, tightly closed mouth opened and began to take the head inside.
"Uuung…."
Why that unreadable little moan….
Maybe the smell really was that bad.
"Guess I reek pretty strongly, huh."
"Uung… nooo, all I can smell here is me…."
Still holding the head in her mouth, Erina mumbled around it for a moment as she answered.
"Hm?"
"Because I was licking it the whole time just now…."
"Ah."
Right. That would do it.
Once I thought about it, I almost thought I could smell shampoo rising off her hair as she crouched on the floor with my cock in her mouth.
"It's just… unlike a moment ago, this time I'm actually thinking about swallowing the whole thing, so the size is a lot more intimidating…."
"Mm."
"But if I keep rambling on like this, Professor will just feel sorry for me again and try to make me stop."
"That's not—"
We'd already started, and it felt fantastic right now, so why would I—
"I won't allow it! Hah!"
And with that she swallowed me in one go, down past the middle of the shaft below the head.
"Ublp, uup…."
Seriously, why did this kid love brute-forcing everything so much.
Last time, too.
"…You okay?"
"Uuung… uung…."
I guess that means she's fine.
She gave a small nod as she made some kind of sound that might have been words.
But as if that hardly mattered, the moment she finished answering she wrapped her tongue around the cock that filled her mouth completely.
"Ghk…."
Unbelievably soft.
Holy shit…
Warm—hot, even—from being inside her mouth, and on top of that her soft, faintly rough tongue was rubbing along my cock, and—kh….
If just her mouth feels this insanely good, is sex really supposed to feel better than this?
I couldn't believe it.
Honestly, maybe that kind of thing didn't even exist.
Still… getting all the way down to the base looks like a stretch.
Forcing her down with my hands would just make me sound like a complete bastard.
Slurp, sluurp.
"Eou oueo?"
Erina looked up at me with her eyes, asking something that sounded an awful lot like Does it feel good?
The tone of it, the rise and fall of her voice—exactly that.
"Yeah. It does. It feels… really good. But… ow. Could you try not to let your teeth touch?"
"Uuep… hororororop!"
"And this is already great, but like when you used your hand—up and down, spit it out and suck it back in, that's it."
While I was still talking, before I'd even finished, she listened and put it into practice on the spot.
And she didn't even mess it up.
She learned ridiculously fast…
Maybe that was the difference with students who trained with swords, magic, and Holy Power, as opposed to ordinary civilians.
Not that I'd know. I'd never had the experience to compare.
I honestly couldn't tell if that was even true.
Slurp, sluurp.
As her face bobbed up and down, the rebound kept edging her a little closer to the base with every motion, and that by itself was… oh….
Sluurp, slurp.
"Eup!?"
"Hm?"
Then Erina suddenly made a strange sound.
Sluuuurp, chuuup!
While she was rolling her tongue inside her mouth and diligently licking my cock, she swept over the top of the head—and then suddenly sucked hard on something.
A moment later she lifted her head and pulled me out of her mouth.
"Uep… pahh…."
"Erina?"
"Something came out of Professor's cock… did you pee?"
"What…."
"Please be honest. I ate it, you know."
No.
"Don't tell me this is revenge because last time I mentioned my urine as one of the ingredients that went into the tea…"
"Ah—no. Erina. It's nothing like that at all, okay?"
"…Th-then what is it?"
She looked awkward and desperately curious at the same time.
Gulp.
Ah. Look at all the blood rushing south just from this conversation.
"That's… called pre-cum. It's like a lubricant that comes out when a man gets turned on."
Even when a guy produced a lot of it, how much could there really be.
Had the taste been that intense?
"I've never heard of that…."
"…Are you a man?"
You really shouldn't know that kind of thing.
"…Nngh. Fine. Then never mind that… anyway, we should get back to what we were doing, right?"
"Hm?"
"Professor's cock… it's even stiffer than before… all glossy now, so the ridges and the shape look even sharper than a moment ago."
From everything we'd just been doing, my cock was thoroughly coated in Erina's spit—completely…
Shiny like a bodybuilder's oiled-up physique.
…It did look pretty impressive, honestly.
But that aside.
"Erina."
I took both of her shoulders firmly in my hands.
"Yes?"
"Why are you going this far?"
"What do you mean…"
Sitting there quietly receiving her attention, a question had been building in me.
Hadn't Erina already done more than enough?
Yes, drinking the tea she'd prepared had left me in a bit of a bind… but aside from the forced erection that same day, there hadn't really been anything else.
Even this erection she was so determined to relieve was just a reflex—from looking at her after what happened last week.
That kind of thing would sort itself out with time if I just shifted how I thought about it a little….
It hadn't even been intentional….
"As far as I'm concerned, you've already done your part."
There was nothing more she needed to take responsibility for, and no reason she should.
Erina isn't my slave. Sexual service? Why would she even be doing that.
Of course I was grateful if she did.
But the whole dynamic was wrong.
If I just kept taking from her like this…
There was no give and take at all.
"When I was little… the village I lived in was attacked by a bandit gang."
As she spoke, she naturally took hold of my still-erect cock and stroked it up and down, continuing her story.
"?"
…What.
Fine then. Me too.
Squeeze.
"Kyaah? P-Professor!"
Watching her grip and stroke my cock, I abruptly closed a hand around one of her breasts—and she startled like that.
"What. Why."
Her story wasn't even finished yet. Sitting there doing nothing myself felt a little one-sided.
"I-I'm trying to tell you something important…."
"And casually grabbing the professor's cock while you tell that important story is fine?"
"Nngh— a-anyway…."
Pop.
Tug.
I undid the buttons of Erina's blouse while her hand was still wrapped around me.
Then I drew out her two breasts one after the other—pretty shapes, large enough that the pair of them shoved the blouse open to either side as they spilled free.
"P-Professor. Isn't this a little too bold…."
"…So the bandits attacked the village. Then what? You can keep talking without worrying about what I'm doing."
"Oh, honestly…. Ugh, fine. Do whatever you want…."
Shlick-shlick-shlick—
Erina kept talking as she angled her palm around my cock and stroked it up and down.
"Unfortunately, the place I lived was such a small village that we had no forces that could drive back bandits who came in determined to raid us."
Having said that much, she drew a breath and paused for a moment.
But her expression stayed calm.
After that short pause—just long enough to catch her breath—Erina opened her mouth again.
"So back then, I had no choice but to lose the only family I had. My father. But then…"
Squeeze, knead.
As I worked her breasts, my eyes caught the areolae crowning each soft mound—round, softly glowing a pale pink.
Strictly speaking, the very tips were the nipples, standing stiff and erect from the centers of those circles.
But just below them—right beneath—sat those pretty rings…
To eyes still unused to a woman's body, they made me intensely curious what they would feel like.
I made two pinching shapes with my fingers and took hold of both at once.
I caught the outer edges of those soft pink circles with a generous pinch and pressed down.
Pinch.
"……Professor, could you show a little consideration while I'm saying something important…!"
Erina couldn't hold it in. She squeezed her eyes shut, face flushing as she grumbled at me.
"You said to do whatever I wanted…."
"Honestly…."
So if I teased these pretty little discs with my fingers, she couldn't concentrate.
Interesting….
Anyway, since I'd already started, this was my time until her story was over.
I might as well finish what I was doing.
"You should keep talking, shouldn't you?"
"Buuu… you're seriously the worst at times like this… euh…! Oh, come on, really! Pro…! Euh! Hn……."
At my prodding she puffed out her cheeks and tried her best to glare at me, shooting me a resentful look—so for fun I pinched both outer discs hard at the same time with my fingers.
She can't even finish a sentence….
Seeing her slightly reddened eyelids and the tears welling at the corners of her eyes, I thought maybe I'd gone a little too far, and started to say—
"So—"
—rry, and apologize. But then.
"That was when you appeared, Professor."
"What."
"More precisely… Kyle, who at the time was the Holy Knight Captain of the Lumière Holy Order…."