The Lady's Code and the Witch's Regret

Squeeze. Vera’s cunt was molding itself perfectly to the shape of my cock. When I first entered her, the pressure had been uneven, but through our repeated experiences, she had learned to recognize the shape of my member and apply a uniform, rhythmic pressure. It changed whenever she felt pleasure or tightened, of course. Still, the head of my cock remained quite thick. As I pulled out, accompanied by the sensation of the glans scraping against her vaginal walls, there was a small pop, like a wine cork being pulled.

Aside from the semen I had already deposited being scraped out by my glans, Vera’s cunt trembled, yet held the fluid inside without letting it leak. It seemed that was because she was in a position where her strength had completely drained, her waist slumped forward. Her posture had collapsed since the second time I finished, and now, if I were to let go of her waist, she would surely topple over. I couldn't have her bruising her knees, could I?

“Pull yourself together, Vera.” I whispered into her ear as she hung her head, then took her chin and kissed her. Every time I swept my tongue through her mouth, I could feel the vitality returning to her eyes. To think she was this sensitive just because I gave her what we hadn't done for a night—what a responsive body she had.

Smack. I gave her hip a light tap, and a thin stream of fluid, a mixture of semen and her own arousal, trickled out. On her flawless, spotless hip, a red mark remained—the evidence of my conquest. “D-don’t hit me.”

“Understood.” I returned the scrap of fabric I had pushed aside to make room for my cock back to its place. I could see her black undergarments, which had been a bit dry, soaking through once again. I pulled down the hem of her skirt, which had been flipped up, and smoothed out her sleeves that had ridden up over her breasts. There was no helping the wrinkles in her clothes; I couldn't exactly iron them here. I smoothed them out as best I could with my hands and helped Vera stand, letting her lean against me.

“If we’re any later, people might start thinking it’s strange.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right…” Vera stood there, leaning on me with her arms wrapped around my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠waist. Seeing as she had dropped the formal honorifics entirely, she seemed to feel completely at ease with me. We had already been close through our physical relationship, but I felt our emotional bond had certainly deepened as well.

“Still, your tight cunt felt so good, Vera…”

Vera jumped in surprise and pulled away from me. Where had the baby deer-like Vera gone? She was standing straight on her own two feet now. “Come to think of it, how could you just finish inside me like that! No, how could you! Really… I told you so many times not to.”

“It felt so good… it was a mistake.”

“There are mistakes, and then there’s that. I tried to pull my hips away, but you held me tight with those strong hands. Not once, but three times. Phew.” She had plenty more to say, but she seemed to be holding it back. It was true that I had made a mistake, but she didn't seem to hate it as much as she claimed.

“A-ah… and, could you stop using only those kinds of words and use some other? Diverse? Vocabulary instead?”

“Pardon?”

“No, the cunt… or that… anyway, besides those words, you can surely call them by other names or metaphorical expressions.”

Was she talking about cock and cunt? She had emphasized earlier that she was only using those words because she had no choice, so she must have been incredibly embarrassed.

“What kind of words?”

“Like ‘groin,’ or ‘pudenda,’ ‘breast,’ ‘penis,’ and so on! There are so many diverse expressions!”

“But I don’t know such difficult words. Besides, those words aren't very arousing.”

“There are also formal words like ‘exciting,’ or ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠‘charming,’ you know! Regardless of whether it’s sexual or not! Sir Edward, you are a knight. You should know how to use more dignified, formal language.”

“Noona…” It wasn't that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I didn't know such formalities. But I just wanted to see Vera get flustered while saying obscene words.

“This isn't as your Noona, but as your teacher. They say speech is the portrait of the mind. If you go around saying only things like that, you’ll be ignored everywhere you go.”

Without a word, I took Vera’s hand and pressed it against my stomach. Vera flinched at the sensation of my firm abdominal muscles—perhaps because I was still young—and though she looked embarrassed, she didn't pull her hand away. I then had her touch my arms and thighs. Despite her body trying to maintain a sense of dignity, her eyes, which were fixed on me with fervent intensity, were honest.

“A knight speaks with his body, not his words.” Finally, I led Vera’s hand to my chest. “If you have a body as strong as this, at least to your face, no one will dare to ignore you. Those who badmouth you behind your back are cowards, so they aren't worth worrying about.”

“Hmm, hmph. I know that well, but… there is a saying that ‘a sound mind dwells in a sound body.’ You need to train your mind as much as you train your body.”

“Hmm, that sounds like a headache…”

“There is a Chivalry code established by the Church, so if you just satisfy that, I won't say anything more.”

The Chivalry code Vera mentioned was as follows:

By the end, Vera’s voice as she read from her notebook grew quiet. Wasn't this just a little too fitting? “Ah, anyway, you must keep this code of chivalry well. It is this dignity that distinguishes a knight from a hooligan with a sword.”

A knight and a hooligan with a sword… weren't they the same thing? I had been too busy holding off the barbarians to have time for any strange behavior, but in my original world, half of the guys who strutted around calling themselves knights were just robbers with swords. Would even a fraction of those guys know the code of chivalry, let alone live by it? Those who lived by that content were less than a quarter of all knights.

“But there is no condition here to use dignified language, Lady Vera.”

“D-don’t call me that. And I forgot to read the fifth condition.”

Vera was truly terrible at lying. Wasn't her gaze wavering even now?

“Hmm? Really? Let me see.” Vera hugged the notebook to her chest to hide it.

“The fifth! Maintain dignity in speech and conduct!”

“No, I’m telling you to show me the notebook.”

“No!” I cornered Vera against the wall and trapped her by placing my arms on either side. Vera, wondering how to hide the notebook, eventually shoved it between her breasts. “Protect the weak! You shouldn't try to take things from the weak through violence!”

“Vera Noona. Do you really think I need to use violence to get that out?” I pushed my thigh between Vera’s legs. I felt a soft, yielding sensation. I stared straight into Vera’s eyes and brought my face close. Vera stood frozen, staring back at me like prey before a predator. Taking this opening…

“Ah! N-no, you can’t…” With a swift motion, I plunged my hand into Vera’s cleavage and snatched the notebook. To think her cleavage could hold both the notebook and my hand—it was too violent. Let’s see… was this the content? Since I hadn't learned any of the words written here, I couldn't understand the content.

“Y-you can’t even read what it says anyway…”

“I can at least count how many lines of text there are.” As I turned around to check the contents of the notebook, Vera jumped to snatch it back. But there was no chance of that. Look at the height difference. Let’s see, one line, two lines, three lines, four lines. There was no fifth one.

“There are only four lines here…”

“I’ll grant you one wish, so just give it back…” Vera said, hugging me from behind. The soft sensation of her breasts wrapped around my waist as if massaging it. Wasn't this a foul? I almost reflexively asked her to let me touch ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her breasts at her affectionate words. But I couldn't let such a good opportunity go to waste.

“Hmm, understood. And instead of a wish, let’s say I’ll demand a condition from you as well, Vera.”

“A condition…?”

I couldn't waste time like this. After consulting with that man, Edward, no interference had come as promised, but Winnie hadn't changed anything. ‘You coward.’ Even that ignorant man was actively courting her to win a woman’s heart, so what was this state she was in? Even while blaming herself, Winnie Melbourne lacked decisiveness. Winnie was as timid and fearful as her name suggested. She was content with being Monica’s childhood friend by luck, fearing that if she went any further, this relationship would break.

“Phew…” Winnie had witnessed Vera and Edward disappearing into an alley while taking a walk earlier. She had briefly thought about asking Monica if she wanted to go for a walk after seeing that, but she discarded the thought, deciding she couldn't disturb her friend, who was also a lord busy with paperwork. In the end, the place she headed to was not Monica’s office, but her own small mansion. A sanctuary where no one but Winnie entered. Usually, she would have been making ointments or assisting by Monica’s side, but when she felt depressed like this, she would soothe her heart in her own room.

‘How many dolls had I made so far?’ She had definitely written it down. When she searched through the straw dolls she had made last, the number was a little over nine hundred. She had intended to confess after that, as there was a spell she could perform with a thousand dolls. Would she be able to finish them all before the wedding? She regretted adding two hundred more to the count every time two hundred piled up, telling herself to be more certain. It seemed she would be stuck making straw dolls for the next few days.