55. Education Time for Erti (2)
Holy sword Erti. She was in dire straits.
The descendant of Atlin and son of Agnes, Yulian. She had sneaked into his room late at night to help him.
It was meant to be a ritual to clear his mind.
But he had turned this space into a dream, and the rattled Yulian had misunderstood her intentions.
‘That’s not all. The backspace and my illusion magic got tangled up, causing side effects...’
Indeed. The demon aura and mana from the backspace had mixed, turning what should have been a simple dream into a nightmare.
Otherwise, there was no explaining why Yulian was now aroused by her, a holy sword.
Erti lay pinned beneath Yulian's body. And just moments ago, he had roughly claimed her lips and slipped his hand into her most intimate places.
‘No, it wasn’t that rough, actually...’
For someone in heat, his touch had been surprisingly gentle. Thrillingly so, in that instant. But if this continued, she’d lose her virginity on impulse.
Of course, Erti had lived as a virgin for so long that she desperately wanted to shed that tiresome label as soon as possible.
‘But not like this!! At the very least, on a fragrant bed strewn with roses... while he recites love poems brimming with affection for me... praising my stunning beauty... something that romantic for my first time...’
This was the polar opposite of any romantic scenario. Erti had tried to forcibly—no, secretly—relieve Yulian’s lust, only to get caught.
Now the tables had turned, and she was the one about to be taken. As she pushed against his pressing weight, trying to calm him down,
he suddenly stripped off her clothes.
Plump—
In that shameful moment as her nakedness was exposed, her desperate resistance made her bare breasts jiggle in the air.
‘What do you think you’re doing!’
She hadn’t even worn a bra. There was only Yulian here, and bras were uncomfortable anyway—no need to bother.
Besides, in the countryside, more virgins went without them.
‘If I’d known, I should’ve worn one anyway... Hnngh?!’
But there was no time for regrets. Yulian latched onto her breast with his mouth.
“Haaang!!”
Haaang? Even to Erti, it was an embarrassingly feminine moan that shocked her.
She hadn’t realized it, but the earlier fellatio had ignited her arousal. Every inch of her body was hypersensitive.
A virgin holy sword who had starved for unimaginable eons as a human.
So even as she rejected Yulian, her body welcomed his rough touch with open arms. A truly contradictory predicament.
“Schlurp, slurrp...”
And Yulian began teasing the nipple he’d captured with his lips.
Normally soft and pliant, that spot.
But the moment his lips and tongue tip brushed her nipple, an unprecedented pleasure surged through her. Undeniable ecstasy.
“Nngh... No... It tickles... Hnng... Hyaaht...”
Every time his tongue swirled around the tip, not just her breasts but her entire body tingled with electric jolts.
This was different from the Yulian she’d observed for days.
Though she appeared as a young woman his age, Yulian had always shown her proper respect as his family’s sword and a holy sword, using honorifics.
“Getting off so much from just this teasing. What a lewd holy sword you are.”
But now, pausing his caress to whisper in her ear like this—perhaps due to the dream’s influence—Yulian had transformed into a rather aggressive man.
‘How brazen!! But... yes... that’s right... Men of Essemont... northern men can’t be all meek like little girls.’
Even rural women in Essemont were as fierce as the roughest men elsewhere on the continent.
Atlin, the noble lady of the margrave, had mingled unselfconsciously with those harsh Essemont soldiers.
So in that moment, Erti wanted to praise him for taking the lead like a real man. But she quickly came to her senses.
‘But... this is still my first time!’
Yet even that thought wasn’t entirely sincere.
When Yulian latched onto her nipple again, Erti’s body and mind melted away.
She’d felt it during their earlier soft kiss, but his caresses—seemingly rough yet expertly handling a woman—were exquisitely delicate.
Exactly as a woman desired: ruthless where it needed to be rough, prying in relentlessly, while being feather-light on spots that could turn unpleasant or overly sensitive if mishandled.
One could only call it innate talent. When it came to a woman’s body, this descendant of Reinhardt might be a once-in-a-millennium genius.
“Nnght... Heet... Nngh... Ah...”
Thus, under his relentless tongue flicking and rubbing her nipple,
Erti couldn’t help unleashing shrill moans she’d never made before, without pause.
‘My nipples... they’re so stiff it almost hurts... and that makes it feel... haaht... even better...’
Noticing her quick change, Yulian whispered in her ear again.
“Reacting like this from just kisses and breast play. Such a slutty bitch. Don’t you think?”
“N-No, I’m not! And don’t use such crude words... not on a holy sword like me...”
“Nonsense. You should be grateful I’m not punishing you for trying to rape me, Erti.”
Yulian was right. She’d explained her intentions several times—that it was to help him.
But as a holy sword, Erti couldn’t deny the selfish, no, impure desires lurking within her.
‘This man... Yulian... he resembles Atlin too much...’
Not just the golden hair and silver eyes, symbols of Reinhardt. Over a hundred deaths, yet he kept challenging her with that tenacity.
Others saw her as a genius, but Atlin, the Lion Sword Empress, had poured in several, no, dozens of times the effort of others whenever she hit a wall. He’d inherited that exact personality.
‘And his looks... arrogantly take after Riel, too.’
Perhaps from serving Agnes’s ring as her last master. Erti had subconsciously adopted Agnes’s tastes in men.
Riel, whom Agnes fell for at first sight. With Yulian bearing that devilishly beautiful face,
her guilt over groping him, and the lust she’d suppressed since meeting Yulian... all swirled into chaos within this backspace dream.
But Yulian had no inkling of her tangled inner turmoil.
He continued skillfully, gently kneading her breasts. Even from just breast play, she felt her secret place growing wetter.
‘Ah... no. I can’t feel it in a situation like this... I can’t act like some naive virgin!’
But Erti had no time to collect herself.
So her thighs, pressed tightly together moments ago, had unknowingly loosened, ready to welcome him. She didn’t even notice.
***
“Haaang... Haa... Nngh... Good... so good...♡”
Things were going exactly as I’d planned. I wasn’t bullying or rough with Erti at all.
Just applying the teasing skills I’d honed on my heroines. Lightly demonstrating them on her.
Erti’s breasts were quite ample. The same spots that got great reactions from busty girls like Lilia or Chloe.
I massaged the undersides where her breasts folded like dough. And relentlessly stimulated her stiff pink nipples.
“Hyaa...♡ Nngh... Ah... Goood...♡ I’m melting awayyy...♡”
Under my teasing, she seemed oblivious to being at my mercy. I sealed her mouth with another kiss.
This time, the reaction was different. Clumsy as hell, but she rubbed back against my tongue invading her mouth.
After a brief hesitation, she even slipped her tongue into mine. Our tongues naturally entwined, heightening the pleasure.
‘Getting hard to hold back myself.’
While busily kissing and fondling her breasts, I slid one hand downward to check under her skirt. Her panties were soaked, as if drenched in rain.
When my fingertip brushed her entrance inside the panties, Erti’s legs twitched. But she didn’t reject it as fiercely as before.
Squelch-squelch—schlurp-schlurp—
I teased her entrance relentlessly with my fingertip. Being a virgin, even one finger struggled to enter.
But just the sensation of another’s finger touching her changed her expression.
“Hup... Nngh... Ah...♡”
Of course, I kept her mouth firmly plugged so she couldn’t utter nonsense. And truthfully, it took no effort to hold her.
I’d already let her go free. She could’ve resisted anytime, but lost in the pleasure, resistance was the last thing on her mind.
I lightly traced the shape of her labia minora. Then stimulated the slit above—the woman’s most sensitive spot.
“Heek?!?!”
In that instant, even our kissing lips parted as Erti reacted violently.
Her clit, already erect and perky. I rubbed that cute little nub busily with my finger. Using her overflowing juices, of course. With utmost care to avoid pain or irritation.
“Ahng, ah, nng... Eeng... Kngh... Hyaaaang...”
Shrill moans poured out in sync with my finger’s stimulation. I masterfully controlled the rhythm.
Pushing harder here could make her squirt easily.
But I wanted my pleasure, not hers.
Bringing her to the edge without letting her tip over. Just soft, teasing strokes to make her truly desperate.
Erti, who had already soaked the bedsheets. At last, she surrendered. Clutching my body tight, she cried out.
“Haaang...!! Good... the teasing feels so good...♡ But... more... more... this isn’t... enough... not enough!!”
“Not enough? What a shameless slut. You want me to serve you more?”
“Serve...? Y-Yes, yes! I helped you... with your relief... so you... give... give it to me... Nngh... Hnnght...”
“What do you want?”
“Th-That... your thing...”
“Speak clearly, or I won’t understand.”
“C-Cock...”
“Louder!”
“Y-Yes...? Yes...!! Hnnght... Haaang... Ah... I want it... I want to do it with you...!! Cock... put your cock in me...!!”
A dark sense of triumph welled up at her total submission.
But the real game started now. I intended to teach this eternal virgin holy sword, Erti, the true taste of a man.
I fully stripped off her loosened skirt. Then her light green blouse and the drenched white panties.
Erti, now completely naked and defenseless on the bed. I spread her legs.
***
Erti’s sopping pussy. It lay wide open.
Unlike her voluptuous figure, it looked surprisingly petite. Tender pink labia minora and the flesh within.
And down there, faithfully recreating a country virgin. Unlike city women who shaved as common sense,
pure white pubic hair crowned her clit above the labia. But it wasn’t messy. Her mound was neatly groomed and smooth.
I lowered my cock onto that pussy. The slick, warm, soft touch of her most shameful place.
As my thick, ferocious shaft made contact, Erti shuddered.
“D-Don’t be too rough... be gentle, please...”
I had no intention of being brutal. I’d deflowered plenty already. I could handle it skillfully. Unlike Erti, connecting with a man for the first time after eons.
I gripped my shaft with one hand. And calmly aimed the glans at her entrance.
“It might hurt a little. If you’re really a virgin.”
“I-I am a virgin!”
I didn’t forget to tease her lightly. That would spark her pride as a virgin.
She wouldn’t scream blindly from the deflowering pain.
I pushed the glans first into that tight virgin pussy.