Sex Education - 3
The skirt had fallen. Aside from the camisole I had rumpled with my hands, the only things left on Charlotte and Neria were their panties, stockings, and garter belts.
“How is it, young master?”
“Do we not look unsightly?”
“Not at all!”
For some reason, everyone in this world had flawless skin. Even petite Charlotte possessed distinctly feminine curves. Neria’s long, slender legs looked stunning wrapped in black stockings, and above them sat the gentle swell of her mound, covered by black panties.
I didn’t know how this world’s underwear was made, but it clung perfectly to their hips and waists, clearly outlining their slits.
“You both look incredibly beautiful.”
“Thank you, young master.”
They bowed at the waist in greeting, and each time they did, their breasts swayed heavily. It almost felt like they were deliberately emphasizing them.
“Young master.”
“Y-yes?”
I must have been too engrossed. Lena’s cold voice snapped me back to reality. I quickly sat down again.
“Young master. From this point on, you must pay close attention to the lesson.”
“Understood.”
Lena’s words helped me calm down a little. Having been cared for by her since childhood, it was difficult to rebel against her. Charlotte and Neria had already returned to their usual expressions and stood properly at attention.
This is no joke. Is this the head maid’s charisma?
“Charlotte, Neria.”
“Yes.”
“We will prepare immediately.”
The two moved at once. They pulled out a small item from the corner—something they must have brought in earlier—and began unfolding it.
“A bedsheet?”
“Yes. May we borrow the bed?”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
“Then please wait a moment.”
At Lena’s instruction, the two immediately began changing the bedsheets. But did they realize they were only wearing underwear? Every movement made their breasts jiggle and their hips sway. They were beautifully ripe.
Once the bed was neatly prepared, the two returned to their positions. Lena gave them a quick once-over and nodded.
“Then, young master. The sex education we will begin now covers the most important part of sex.”
What did that mean?
“Just as men possess male genitalia, women possess female genitalia. Some gentlemen become shocked upon first seeing it, so we must familiarize you in advance.”
Hey now. Is she serious?
When I looked at the two with expectant eyes, they stood there with flushed cheeks.
“Therefore, we will now take time to help you become familiar with it.”
“So…?”
“Yes. You two. Remove your panties.”
“Understood.”
At her words, both girls slowly slid their panties down. The most precious part of a maiden was revealed—the place normally hidden by fabric.
A tightly closed slit, proof of their virginity. Between the folds, a shy hint of pink peeked out. As the panties came down, thin strands of something sticky clung to the fabric.
“Is that…?”
“Yes. It is love juice.”
Between the slits, a faintly viscous liquid had drawn glistening threads against their panties. Looking closely, both Charlotte and Neria had small wet spots on their underwear, though the amount differed.
“Ah.”
“…This is embarrassing.”
Their faces were bright red. And above all else—
“There’s no hair?”
“We have groomed everything.”
What a shame. Too much hair could be off-putting, but I had wanted to see soft, downy fuzz as well. Still, completely bare wasn’t bad either. It was so clean and neat.
“Wow.”
Anyway, this was my first time seeing a real pussy. I couldn’t help but stare intently.
“The slightly raised outer parts you see are called the labia majora. They protect the female genitalia…”
Lena was explaining something in a quiet voice, but honestly, who cared about that right now? There were slits right in front of me!
“Then let us examine them more closely.”
“Huh?”
At Lena’s words, the two carefully climbed onto my bed. They sat down facing me, legs stretched forward. Wearing only stockings and garter belts, their small, adorable toes pointed toward me.
“Then, young master.”
“Please look upon us fondly.”
With voices trembling as if on fire, Charlotte and Neria slowly began to spread their legs.
“Ah…”
I stared in a daze. Charlotte and Neria—two women brimming with different kinds of charm—were enduring their shame as they opened their legs. Their thighs formed a W shape, and between them, the valley gradually parted, revealing glistening pink flesh.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah? Yeah. Yeah.”
Lena said something, but I answered absently. The pink inner flesh. What lay within it was what mattered.
“What you see there are the labia minora. Starting from the top and moving slowly…”
I only half-listened to Lena’s explanation. It wasn’t that important. What I was staring at so intently was the most important thing in this world.
A pussy. A cunt. The female reproductive organ required when a man and woman unite.
Charlotte and Neria’s pussies, receiving my intense gaze. The two of them seemed unable to hear Lena’s words either; they looked back at me with moist, heated eyes. From their most intimate places, glistening fluid dripped and their entrances twitched visibly.
“One important point to note here is that you must never touch them rudely.”
“Uhh?”
Rude? What counted as polite touching then?
“Then how should I touch them?”
Excuse me, may I touch your pussy, my lady? My lady, your clitoris is remarkably large. This is embarrassing, but upon seeing your hole, my cock has become like this. Was I supposed to say something like that?
“First, you must maintain your nails.”
“I already do that regularly.”
You girls trim them for me.
“You will need to keep them even shorter and maintain them more frequently than usual.”
“That much, I…”
Even as a virgin in my previous life, I knew that much. It was to avoid causing injury with fingernails.
“The female genitalia is arguably the most delicate part of the body. No matter how aroused you are, you must never thrust hard or pinch.”
“I know that much. How could I do something so rough?”
What I needed to thrust in there was my own cock.
“In general, a woman’s sex varies greatly in color and shape from person to person. Charlotte and Neria have particularly clean colors and beautiful shapes, but you must not assume every woman looks like this.”
“Mhm, mhm.”
“There is also a baseless rumor among commoners that women chosen by the incubus become hideous, but it has no foundation whatsoever.”
“Incubus?”
There was something like that? Like succubi or incubi? Was fantasy finally kicking in?
“It is one of the spirit faiths. A pointless superstition.”
“Ah, that.”
This world did have religion, but it held no real power. To commoners, there wasn’t much difference between gods and nobles anyway. In some places, they even worshipped the noble who ruled their territory as a god.
The spirit faith was a kind of superstition believing in invisible spirits that existed in the world. Whether such spirits actually existed, I wasn’t sure. Even we nobles couldn’t sense them. As nobility, we were supposed to believe only in ourselves, so such things were unpleasant. Lena, who served our family, seemed to dislike it as well. Still, she didn’t openly reject it. I knew there was a chapel in the mansion where one could pray, even if we didn’t use it ourselves.
“In any case, becoming familiar with it right now is what matters. Then, Charlotte. Spread it for us.”
“Yes.”
Charlotte’s small fingers fidgeted before grasping the flesh beside her slit—the labia majora. She carefully began to pull it open.
“Y-young master… Even if it looks unsightly, please forgive me.”
“No. It’s incredibly beautiful.”
“Ahh! Thank you, young master!”
The slit opened with a wet twitch. Clear love juice flowed from within, and a small hole became visible.
“This is the vagina.”
Lena placed her finger on the hole. She didn’t seem bothered at all by the love juice coating it. Her professional spirit was terrifying.
“…Nn.”
A small sound escaped Charlotte at Lena’s touch. The hole twitched, leaking more fluid.
“This is the entrance where the young master’s manhood will enter. Please observe carefully. The shape and color may differ between women, but it must go in here.”
So saying, Lena moved her finger slightly upward.
“This is not it. This is the urethra. It is where urine comes out.”
“A-ah…! Young master is looking at my urethra!”
“It’s fine, Charlotte. Calm down.”
Behind Lena, I could hear the two whispering in tiny voices.
“And below that is the anus.”
“Aaaah! Young master! Young master is—!”
I pretended not to hear Charlotte’s scream.
“Stories of couples mistakenly engaging in anal sex on their wedding night are quite famous.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. This area requires special caution. Unprepared anal intercourse is extremely dangerous. While magic power can heal the damage, sex without preparation causes too much pain to feel any pleasure and is harmful to one’s partner.”
The anus… A small, twitching hole was visible. It was a clean color.
“No matter how cleanly prepared, this part stimulates feelings of shame, so please handle it with great care.”
“Y-yeah. I’ll be careful.”
I understood, so maybe she could stop touching it now? Charlotte looked like she was about to die. Lena’s finger was still resting on her anus.
“Then we will move on to the next part.”
In my chaotic room, Lena continued the lesson with her usual composure.
This is no joke at all.