This Time, a Public Enemy of the Continent
This time, I might really be branded a public enemy of the continent.
"Kya—kyah…! P-Professor…?! Th-this taste…! Didn't you say it was delicious…?"
Erina poured the words out in a frantic rush, staring at me with a face full of bewilderment—until she caught the faint smile blooming on my face and finally understood.
"P-Professor, you idiot! Idiot! Idiot-idiot-idiot!"
She bolted straight at me, little fists clenched in both hands, and started drumming them adorably against my back and shoulders.
"Why am I suddenly an idiot…?"
"Y-you should have said it was bad if it was bad!!"
"Hey, you brought it over like it was your magnum opus and told me to try it. How was I supposed to say that?"
"M-magnum opus? I-it was nothing of the sort, okay?!"
It sure looked that way.
Judging by that reaction alone, didn't it?
"Forget it. At least your sense of taste seems as normal as mine. That's a relief."
"What… kind of weird thing is that to say…."
Even as she muttered that, she clearly still had plenty left to get off her chest; a moment later she called me again.
"A-anyway!! Professor!"
"Hm?"
"You've roughly filled your stomach by now, so…"
"…No. I only ate one piece of fried chicken. What are you talking about."
"Ex! Er! Cise!!"
Exercise…?
…Wait. Hold on. Don't tell me.
Is this a signal for sex?
Which means that fruit chicken from a minute ago was bait laid down for sex—the grand design all along.
She fed me something terrible, so as repayment she's offering sex. Something like that.
"Uh, Erina?"
"Sex! When! Are we doing it!!?"
Ah. She's completely gone.
At this rate I'm the one who's going to lose it.
"Erina. Even so, after only one piece of fried chicken, the energy to—well…"
I was still talking when Erina, who had remained on her feet looking down at me where I sat, lifted the hem of her apron and flashed me a glimpse of her panties.
"Even like this… you still won't?"
The cute panties Erina wore—which ought to have been pure, spotless white—were already soaked through, the dark axe-mark of wetness standing out in stark relief.
"Ahh… ahh… ahaaht, hnn, haaaaah…!"
Erina lay on her side. I knelt close, closing the distance until our private parts were nearly flush, then stopped just short of contact.
I caught one of her left legs, lifted it, and hooked it over my right shoulder—
—and drove my fully erect cock straight into Erina's pussy.
"Nnh… ahh… hah…! P-Professooor…!"
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Erina's plump thighs… damn, those are nice.
Not too much, not scrawny-thin either—just the right amount of soft flesh. Her skin was fair, her texture so fine that simply holding them in my hands made me feel like I might drown in the softness.
And while I was at it, I filled my left hand with the upper of the two breasts stacked by her side-lying posture—her left breast—and kneaded it.
The otherworldly sensation that flooded my palm and every finger at once was enough to make me wonder, in a haze of delirium, just what it was I was even groping.
A heavenly softness that blurred the edges of reality and threatened to warp perception itself.
All the while her pussy clenched around the cock working in and out of her belly and refused to let go; every time I withdrew, I could see her crimson inner flesh clinging and being dragged out a little with me.
For a mere cunt, the grip clinging to a cock is ridiculous…
"Kh."
Every time I pushed forward and Erina was shoved back by the force, her platinum hair—catching the sunlight and glittering—swayed and rustled, sweeping the bedsheets like a curtain and scattering the fragrance of scented oil with every toss.
The smell makes it even hotter, too…
"Let's change positions. No—you stay put."
"Kyahh…!"
I couldn't keep being gentle any longer; I decided to go down on my side with her.
Lying on my side as well, I lifted her leg with my left hand and resumed thrusting.
Sliiiide—
"Ahh, ahh, aha…!"
The instant my cock speared back into her pussy I pulled her leg a little higher, drove myself even deeper, and kissed her—pushing my tongue straight into the waiting depths of her mouth.
"Mmh…!"
When I slipped my tongue between Erina's plump, soft lips, her crimson tongue came out to meet me as if it had been waiting, twining around mine at once.
Like a family reunion after centuries apart—
—like people so glad to see each other they were practically dying of it, clinging and exploring each other's bodies, busy smearing the slick that coated them from one tongue to the other.
"Mmhp…!"
"Hah…!"
Shlick-shlick-shlick.
With every stroke of my cock, one of Erina's legs was hauled higher as if being split open, and her long, fragrant hair kept up its soft, rolling sway.
Her breasts, for all their weight and presence, had no choice but to obey the rocking of her body; they bounced up and down—no, forward and back—announcing that Erina was still skewered on a man's cock and being fucked.
"H-hnnngh…! P-Professooor…."
"…Why do you keep calling me."
"L-Linea and…"
"Hm? Linea?"
Out of nowhere?
"Are you going to marry her?"
What.
Fwoosh.
Gulp. Gulp.
Surge.
"H-haaaang…!"
What the hell kind of insane question is that?
In the middle of perfectly good sex she dropped a question I had never even imagined, and my mind blanked so hard I dumped everything I'd been holding back right then and there.
"What on earth are you talking about…. Erina…."
I pulled my cock free of her pussy for a moment and stripped off the condom I'd been wearing in one motion.
"That. Give it to me."
Freed of my cock, Erina sat up and asked for the condom I had just filled with cum.
"…? Uh, sure."
She took it, stuck out her tongue—
—no, tilted her chin up a little so none of it would spill on the floor—and poured the semen straight onto her tongue.
"Hehbebeh."
Then she squeezed the condom with her index finger, wringing out every last drop into her mouth.
"…Erina. That's a little too dirty… no. A little vulgar… wait. Never mind. Who am I to lecture a Saintess."
"It's not, though."
"What isn't."
"I saw it in this issue of Daily Novel."
"…Ah. That magazine?"
Damn it.
"Yes. It said if you do this, men melt on the spot…."
"They do, but… doesn't saying it out loud kind of ruin the effect?"
"Ah."
That magazine… no. One single piece of harmful media is completely corrupting the kid.
"Ah! Professor's cock is hard again."
"I'm going to lose my mind."
"Hehe."
Then she scooted closer and made a request.
"Professor, sit up for a second."
Is she planning to clean the cock that was just inside her?
Kneeling at the same height wouldn't line up, so—
"Mm…."
When a Saintess tells a knight to stand, he stands.
"Hehe… it still looks a little soft, so…."
"Urgh."
Contrary to my expectations, Erina did not lick my cock.
Instead—
—she took the pouch of balls hanging beneath it into her mouth and started sucking on them with wet little pulls.
Just how high is the rating on that magazine, seriously.
The warm, soft membranes of her mouth wrapped snugly around the thin skin of the ball sack, cradling and caressing it with cozy thoroughness.
Is this the medieval… no. The romance-fantasy average?
…Anyway.
"…Agh."
That relatively delicate place—my ball pouch—was only inside a girl's mouth being sucked on, and yet it felt like my very soul was being vacuumed out.
I almost wondered if the balls themselves were about to drop off.
"Nngh… Eri…na! You're sucking too ha—!"
My mind was already halfway to heaven, and yet she was slurping away like it was the most delicious thing in the world; I was half-afraid I'd end up a eunuch.
"Because it's our knight's… precious seed pouch."
Slurp.
Mumble-mumble.
Erina spoke with my balls in her mouth, mangling every syllable.
"Normally, putting the ring on like last time would have been better. But condoms are nice too! I get to taste Professor's semen. Hehblp."
It wasn't filling her mouth the way a cock would, so I could still make out the words, more or less.
But still.
She's sucking them like they taste amazing.
As if they were some priceless treasure, she licked them carefully with her tongue and every so often drew them in with a wet suck—I genuinely started to worry they'd pop off with a soft little tok.
In the modern world I'd lived in, that sort of accident had actually happened, after all.
"…Huh?"
Unable to take any more, I caught Erina by both shoulders and gently pushed her away.
Then I laid her on her side again—
—and this time wrapped myself around her from behind like a body pillow, or a long hug-cushion, and drove my cock into her from the rear.
"Hohk…! P-Profes…sorhit?!"
Her eyes went huge; she couldn't hide the surprise on her face.
"Anh. …Anh, …anh-anh."
"This position… isn't bad either, is it?"
"I-it's goo…ood! Being fucked from behind makes it feel like my belly is being filled completely… hnnn!"
Technically we were still on our sides, but unlike before I was stabbing in from behind rather than the flank, so the sensation would be quite different.
"Erina… what the hell was that earlier? Me marrying Linea…"
"B-but, back then Linea's father said…"
…Ah.
"That was only a proposal he floated. He didn't tell us to hold the ceremony right away."
"…Even so."
Persistent, isn't she.
"I'm not doing it."
"You're not?"
"Right. It's not that I dislike Linea… I just don't have any thoughts or plans in that direction right now."
"Why…? As the Imperial Count said, at the Professor's age…? Then shall I marry you instead?"
She's saying something that could get us all killed.
If I married Erina right now, it would be the end.
The former Captain of the Holy Knights who was driven out of the Order for going mad over women—only to end up seducing and corrupting even the Saintess.
This time, I really might be treated as a public enemy of the continent.
"Don't get ahead of yourself… I'm not so cornered yet that my student has to worry about me!"
"Ahn…! Hah…! Aaah…! Hn…! Aaaah…! …Anh! Ahhaaang…! P-Professor…! T-too hard…!"
I kept hammering into her like that for another round until Erina collapsed exhausted, and after we spent the night I headed to the Academy a little earlier than she did—
—only to find Linea already there waiting for me, which I had never expected.