Beyond the Wall (1)
Rozette couldn't sleep.
The group was camped in a 2nd form dungeon thick with ominous demonic aura. On top of that, divine power spells bound their emotions, making her inner turmoil even worse.
And today had been full of weird stuff.
She'd placed third in the power evaluation. For Rozette, who always took first, it was unfamiliar territory. Chloe had teased her mercilessly over it.
Even setting up the shelter at this campsite, she'd been useless.
I feel like crap. It's all that bitchy marquis's daughter's fault!
The alchemy order and magic order had never gotten along. And Chloe, their rep, burned with rivalry whenever she saw Rozette.
Especially today, when she'd beaten Rozette by sheer luck and rubbed it in her face. No way Rozette could feel anything but contempt for her.
And that marquis's daughter has all those nasty rumors swirling around her!
Suddenly, Rozette recalled the rumors she'd overheard from the magic order girls. Well, not just heard—eavesdropped on.
"Rozette! No, don't come over here! A pure girl like you shouldn't hear this stuff—it'd be bad for you."
"Yeah, yeah. We gotta protect Rozette's innocence. Someone take her somewhere else!"
It was suspicious as hell. And at 21, well past adulthood, being treated like a kid pissed her off.
Her classmates had blocked the sound completely with magic so she couldn't even eavesdrop.
Whenever that happened, the topic was obvious. Dirty talk.
I'm not a kid anymore!
Rozette was a second-year at Pantheon. Inside, she was a normal 21-year-old woman. Past adulthood, she had plenty of curiosity about the opposite sex and intimacy.
Her peers were at that age where guys dominated their conversations—hell, more than magic did. Girl-only chats often veered into naughty territory.
But Rozette always got sidelined. They had to "protect her innocence" or whatever. She hated that treatment.
I'm 21! Two years into adulthood!
Plus, the magic order girls didn't know one thing: Rozette could dispel their sound barriers with a flick of her finger.
So she often spied on their dirty talk. It was shocking, stimulating... and fascinating.
At her age, in Pantheon's open dating culture, even commoner cadets hooked up and did everything.
With magic engineering and alchemy advancing contraception—potions, tools, all of it.
Couples supposedly flocked to the pleasure district north of Daern River every weekend, to the inns on its edge.
At first, the idea of unmarried couples doing it shocked her.
But now Rozette knew it all. She was used to the open sex culture. Though she was still a virgin, two years into adulthood.
But that's no excuse! How slutty are the capital nobles?
If you're dating, sure—sex isn't bad. But the rumor she'd recently overheard from classmates? That was next-level.
Chloe de Aiterne, daughter of a high noble. Wild parties at her mansion. The debauched after-parties.
Chloe's mansion in the capital is ridiculously huge. Even the backyard's a massive maze of garden trees and shrubs.
Noble cadets who hit it off at the main party would sneak to the back garden for sticky, sweaty sex.
Rozette, eavesdropping, couldn't believe it.
How can people who aren't even dating do that? So lewd... impossible!
Yeah—even if they clicked, they didn't date after. Just a one-night, sloppy fling. In the open backyard, where anyone could see or hear.
Pantheon's noble cadets were beyond imagination. And Chloe was at the center.
Entering the extra evaluation dungeon, that sticky gaze Chloe gave Yulian—Rozette remembered it clear as day.
Those two seemed weirdly close, no distance at all. Especially Chloe!
Yulian used to call Chloe a "crazy bitch" and avoid her. But if the rumors were true, and as a high noble he got invited to those parties...
They might already be in a sloppy relationship. Yulian had gotten handsome in second year. Hot enough for even that nasty-tempered lady to fall for.
Plenty of reason to seduce him at one of those orgy parties.
His weird clothes and mustache hid it, but I've always known Yulian was good-looking.
A twinge of unfairness hit her.
But Rozette didn't see Yulian as more than a friend. Top-tier imperial noble, with Princess Lilia as fiancée.
That's why Chloe's blatant flirting today pissed her off extra. Lilia was kind and gentle, but...
She didn't want that black-hearted marquis's daughter dragging her precious friend down the wrong path.
"Ugh... so annoying..."
Rozette shoved aside her witch hat covering her face. She gripped her black magic staff—practically an extension of herself now.
Lying on her side, she hugged it tight. Priceless magic wood, pitch-black, long and thick—the texture soothed her.
And it was a gift from Yulian, making it priceless. She'd reshaped it with magic since the original form wasn't practical.
Hugging the black magic staff, Rozette's mind swirled with today's weirdness, Chloe's bullshit, and those lewd rumors.
She couldn't hold back. She slipped the staff between her thighs.
***
"Hii! Hn... haa!!"
Normally, Rozette's emotions stayed stable.
But she was human. Stressful days made her witch blood boil, unleashing overwhelming lust unlike her usual self.
She was interested in guys, a healthy adult woman. No boyfriend, so her fallback was...
"Hii... hn... haa... weird... here feels so weird..."
Masturbating with the magic staff. A habit since adulthood kicked in instinctively.
Thankfully, her inherited witch grimoire said it wasn't bad.
Right. Masturbation's fine... Witches can't control emotions without release...
Rozette dove in headfirst. Her witch robe spread like a bedsheet. Still in sweater top and skirt, no combat gear.
The black magic staff's texture through her skirt. Wedged tight between thighs, she savored its thick, hard feel.
Grinding harder, it teased her most sensitive spot. Her clit rubbed against it through her clothes.
"Ee?! Haa... ahn... good...♡ so good..."
The long staff extended past her crotch, up to her chest. She wedged it between her breasts too.
"Haaaang... un...♡ haa..."
Tiny compared to Chloe's, but not flat. Peach-sized, fitting in one hand—pretty shape too.
She pressed cleavage around it, rubbing her tits eagerly.
"Haa... hn... ee...♡ haa... good... slurp... chup..."
Mindlessly, her prim tongue flicked the long staff. From classmates' talk.
Women sucked men's things during sex. Fellatio, that caress.
The grimoire illustrated it explicitly, but sucking a guy's there? Too shocking to imagine.
With her mouth? No way... so embarrassing.
Yet unconsciously, she brought her mouth to the black staff. Cute tongue tip lapping at it.
"Hin... haa...♡ haaaang... good... haa... haaa!!"
Intensifying pleasure, thighs grinding wildly—then a sound from next door startled her.
"Haaang...♡ good... so good...♡ noble earl cock too good...♡ ahn!!"
"Hii?!"
A huge moan from next door, unexpected.
Rozette flung the black staff aside in shock.
"Wh-what?!"
No inn here. Temporary shelter in the dungeon. A woman's blatant moans echoing loud.
Rozette pressed her ear to the wall. Familiar voice. Chloe, of all people.
How? Next door's definitely Yulian's room?
She tamped down her masturbation-fueled arousal. Thought more clearly.
No way. Are they... doing it tonight?
Unbelievable. Not an inn or her slutty mansion's garden. Still in extra eval—basically a mission.
Sure, slutty Chloe might screw anywhere on instinct, but...
Yulian wouldn't!
Definitely that nasty lady up to no good. Rozette cast calmly. Wind magic drilled a tiny hole in the wall.
"Sylph, Undine!"
Sylph through the hole, Undine sealed it. Undine shaped into a small lens per her will.
Her innate magic talent matched her spirit affinity.
Rozette peered through the lens like a telescope. Long eyepiece, comfy position.
A shocking scene unfolded.
"Slurp... chuup... hoo... here... so good...♡"
Sleeping Yulian. Chloe between his legs.
Incredibly, Chloe had Yulian's black magic staff—no, his cock—in her mouth. Not just holding it.
Her mouth bobbed sloppily, wet slurps echoing. Rozette realized instantly.
Her breath caught.
That's fellatio? Wait... that thing...?
First real cock she'd seen. Yulian's matched her black staff perfectly.
Massive, vein-bulging monster—doubted it'd fit anywhere.
Seeing it twitch, her pussy clenched. She'd masturbated with the staff's original dick-like shape often.
Never dreamed it was exactly Yulian's. The real thing revived her recent sensations. Shameful wetness deep inside.
"N-no! Not now!"
Rozette snapped to. Slapped her cheeks.
Wait. Yulian's asleep. What the hell's that crazy bitch doing?
Shocking enough to numb her, but for her friend, she held on.
Yeah, the psycho lady assaulting sleeping Yulian. Non-consensual. Covering her friend without asking.
"No way! Even if Yulian's a guy... that's rape!"
Sensitive swordsman Yulian, still out cold through that intense sucking.
Top alchemist Chloe—must've drugged him deep asleep.
Rozette couldn't watch her friend get raped. Hurriedly donned her witch robe. About to rush next door.
That instant. Lower wind spirit Sylph relayed a sound vividly.
"Chloe. What the hell are you doing?"
Familiar voice. Thank god. Yulian was awake.