Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Mana Stimulation with Uriel (2)
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Uriel showed no signs of calming down.
I lay leisurely on the bathhouse bed, observing her closely. Her palm, brimming with mana, roamed over my body several times.
However, I still couldn't sense any mana vivid enough to call it an awakening.
Of course that's to be expected. If a few simple palm touches were all it took, there'd be no need for Uriel to handle the stimulation in the first place.
A complicated bloodline blending Demon King, Saintess, and even Reinhardt lineage. The finest bloodline no one else on the continent could possess—but therein lay the problem.
The potentials inherent in each blood were far too divergent. As a result, the mana roads throughout my body, meant to channel mana, were thoroughly blocked.
To blast open those mana roads in one go, the first step had to be stimulating the Demon King's blood. The most domineering, ferocious blood of them all.
Once stimulated, it would be ideal for punching through the mana roads in a single stroke.
And to rouse that Demon King's blood, she was perfect in her current state—flushed and aroused by the incubus's wiles, just as she was now.
This knight Uriel turned out far more lascivious than I'd anticipated. She was a perfect fit.
After all, my blood was that of a lecherous rake, brimming with the Demon King's lewd virtues.
I spoke to her, who was intensely aware of one particular part of my body—my massive pillar.
"What's wrong?"
"N... nothing! My lord."
"I see. It's only natural you'd be flustered."
I never mixed in any teasing or overt flirtation. With a perfectly calm and gentlemanly tone, I said to her,
"I'm certainly not harboring any indecent thoughts during this vital mana stimulation. A man's body simply reacts like this to the slightest stimulus. Especially in the early morning—it stands at attention like that without any provocation at all."
"Ah... I know. Men are usually like that."
"I should have warned you first. Must have caught you off guard. My apologies."
"It's fine!"
I fell silent again. While doing so, I subtly observed Uriel.
She had a fairly tall stature for a woman, with voluptuous curves. Not overly so, but the subtle muscles revealing her body's taut elasticity added a healthy allure.
Especially those hips and thigh lines. Incredible.
Her lower body, honed to perfection through training without an ounce of excess, brimmed with appeal. And over her tight pants, the prominent triangular mound between her legs...
The cleft of her plump labia majora—what they called an axe wound. Astonishingly, a distinct wet stain had spread at its center.
She's aroused, as expected. Only natural.
If a woman like this were right in front of me before, I wouldn't have been able to lift my head. A 25-year-old virgin incel like me would never cross paths with an Instagram queen bee sporting such a sensually packed figure.
Even the glimpses of her rear showed hips perfectly perked up, overflowing with bounce.
At the sight, the tyrant in my underwear raged even harder.
Uriel was no different. The mana stimulation continued.
As her palm shifted across my body, her eyes blatantly refused to leave the bulge straining against my underwear.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Her breaths, even moister than the bathhouse steam, betrayed her excitement. At that moment, I deliberately furrowed my brow.
"Phew... Even Knight Uriel is struggling with the stimulation, it seems. Your breathing's gotten ragged, unlike usual. Truth be told, it's always been like this. My mana never responded properly during stimulations from the other knights either."
"I... is that so?"
"As you know, we already had the coming-of-age and military parade last year. In my anxiety, something regrettable happened during the mana stimulation."
"I... I heard about that."
"Indeed. When the stimulation didn't go as I hoped, I unwittingly lashed out at the knights who came to help. The rumors circulating the mansion are a bit distorted, but... I can't make excuses. It was undoubtedly my fault."
"I see..."
Of course, it was a lie. But I intended to draw out Uriel's sympathy and sincerity with my silver tongue.
"And yet here you are, approaching it with such earnest dedication, and still nothing. This pathetic body of mine seems utterly devoid of potential."
"No, my lord! The blood of Reinhardt could never be like that!"
She'd feel a pang of conscience. Truth was, Uriel hadn't been earnest at all, nor given it her all.
The usually diligent and self-disciplined Uriel surely knew that.
I pressed on.
"If the stimulation fails again this time... even this military parade might be in jeopardy. His Excellency the Border Count personally asked you to help. If it fails like this... he'll be deeply disappointed, no doubt."
"It's too early to give up!"
In reality, Uriel was the one half-assing it. Yet I turned the blame on myself, even casually invoking the name of the Border Count she served so loyally.
Right now, her heart must be swelling with shame and self-reproach for failing her duty.
At that moment, Uriel paused her hands. I turned my head to look at her.
"Hm? Is it too much after all, Knight Uriel?"
A brief silence. Unlike her dazed expression moments ago, her face now held a resolute determination. Uriel spoke.
"It seems a standard stimulation won't awaken your mana, my lord."
"I see... As expected, it won't work. Well, no matter. You've done your best; it's unavoidable."
"No. This isn't surrender. I've confirmed your sincerity. So I must give mine in full as well."
She picked up a container with something inside and placed it by the head of my bed.
"If palms alone won't do... we'll have to increase the surface area of contact between our bodies."
With that, Uriel climbed onto the bed.
"Haaa... haaa... whoo..."
Her breaths, laced with a sweet musk, slipped from Uriel's lips. She was now atop the bed with Count Julian.
The count lay flat on his back. She straddled his body, legs spread wide.
Of course, viewed as an act between man and woman, it was utterly shameful. But this was unmistakably mana stimulation.
Calm down. I'm a knight, and Count Julian is just the stimulation subject. He's handling this situation with utmost seriousness too. Focus, Uriel.
Uriel leaned down, pressing her upper body against his. Their chests met. She flinched at the sensation of his nipples brushing through their clothes but barely held it together.
"Huu... huu..."
"Knight Uriel. If this stimulation position is uncomfortable, there's no need to push yourself."
"No. For successful stimulation, this is the best method right now."
Indeed. The count's body seemed unresponsive to mere palm contact. They needed to escalate the stimulation.
The way was for the stimulator and subject to press their bodies even closer. Uriel was now grinding her body against the count's.
This absolutely isn't some shameful act between man and woman. Don't think weird. We're still clothed, after all.
It seemed somewhat effective. The count's previously inert body was gradually warming.
Uriel's keen knightly senses clearly detected faint traces of mana in his breaths.
But even this wasn't enough for full mana awakening. Uriel steeled herself.
"My lord. There's a mana response, but it's insufficient. We'll have to use the primal slime secretion after all..."
"Really? I absolutely hate that sticky, unpleasant feel... but if you say so, Knight, then no choice. I leave it to you."
Uriel took the container from the bed and opened the lid. Inside was a viscous, translucent liquid.
Primal slimes inhabiting ancient primordial forests steeped in mystery. A special fluid alchemists processed from those slimes.
Unlike ordinary slimes, primal slimes brimmed with primordial mana. This was a concentrated solution of it.
If one could stomach the slick, sticky texture, it was unparalleled for mana stimulation.
Uriel poured the secretion generously over the count's upper body. And over her own chest.
Her thin top, worn for today's stimulation, soaked through completely.
Uriel pressed her body tightly against his torso once more. As she began moving slowly, their bodies started grinding stickily together.
"Hngh..."
The sensation was bizarre. Her breasts, which she'd thought reasonably sized. Rubbing against the count, they felt like they were melting away.
Dizzying pleasure surged through her nipples. And the count's bare skin against her firm breasts was far too soft.
Squelch— squelch—
Uriel was still wearing her top.
But drenched in secretion, their entangled forms transmitted every sticky nuance without mercy.
"Eep!"
She barely stifled the embarrassing squeak from her lips. It was odd. A tingling heat bloomed from her most private area, spreading sensuously through her entire body.
Perhaps the secretion's effect, but it differed from the sensation of mana awakening her body.
It was exactly like last night's dream—the maddening itch between her legs. Unmistakably sexual pleasure.
No. She had to snap out of it. Uriel desperately denied the unacceptable sensation.
"Then... hngh... now for your lower body, my lord..."
She poured secretion generously over both his thighs. This time, she hugged them with her arms and chest together.
Mana roads distributed throughout the body required even lower-body stimulation. Her upper body slapped and ground against his thighs.
Naturally, Uriel's face hovered near his crotch.
That other "little count" she'd tried ignoring. It was inevitable that it brushed against her now.
Unbelievable. Are all men's this big down there?
It matched exactly the massive shaft from yesterday's dream. Though hidden in his underwear, its sheer volume was impossible to ignore.
Majestic and... beautiful... holy sword... No. What am I even thinking?
She wrenched her head away desperately. But even with secretion and her upper body grinding like this, no violent mana response yet.
"Haaa... haa... haaangh..."
If anything, the one heating up with mana was her.
For proper stimulation, his entire body should at least glow faintly with mana. It wasn't at that level now.
Calm down... Ever since we started, the count has been completely serious. I'm the one with stray thoughts.
Even now, her weird gasps and arousal were all her. The count, meanwhile, was earnest. He'd even candidly admitted his past failings with the knights.
Unlike his usual wild, absurdly overconfident self. This vulnerable side, baring his true heart to her...
It unwittingly stirred Uriel's maternal instincts. Though she didn't realize it.
Even that scoundrel count is getting serious. Am I going to half-ass it to the end?
Uriel hardened her resolve. If this lukewarm stimulation dragged on, mana awakening would fail.
Worse, half-opening her senses like this only to close them could make future awakenings harder.
Having climbed onto the bed, she was determined to awaken his mana. She wasn't a woman. She was a knight.
Nothing to be ashamed of. This is absolutely not some lewd act between man and woman.
Uriel stripped off her top entirely. Her firm breasts bounced free, fully exposed. And that wasn't all.
She shed her bottoms too. In an instant, she was completely nude atop him.
"K... Knight Uriel? What are you doing?"
"Don't think strangely of it. Continuing like this will fail. Mana is extremely sensitive and subtle—even through thin clothes. We need stimulation in our primal, bare forms."
"Even so, between man and woman, how could we..."
"I'm not a woman. I'm the Border Count's knight. So don't worry, my lord."
Then she tugged down his last remaining undergarment—his underwear.
"This is the only way to raise the success rate."
She spoke as if coldly rational, but it was utterly unlike her usual self. Her mind was now filled with the conviction that this was the optimal method.
Now, two completely nude figures on the bed. Uriel poured more secretion over both their bodies. Their bare skin grew even stickier.
They writhed together like copulating serpents. Uriel slathered his body mercilessly with secretion using her entire form.
"Haaangh... nnngh... eek!"
Suddenly, a moan escaped Uriel's lips. The mana resonance was truly beginning to open. Through the secretion, the count's and Uriel's mana started melting together.
"Hnnng... hnnng..."
Her earlier resolve faded into irrelevance. Loyalty to the Border Count and duty to the young lord were now secondary.
Pure female pleasure had become Uriel's sole mission. Her entire body burned hotter than in last night's erotic dream.
Ecstasy rippled through her without restraint.
Uriel's face was no longer that of a knight, but a bitch in heat.
Without hesitation, she grasped the count's towering pillar— that noble shaft like a holy sword—with one hand.