Chapter 3. Facefucking (1)
Several years later. After being scooped up by the elf knight—no, by Lady Aisoret—roughly six years had flown by. And I mean flown. Not figuratively, literally. Even as a half-elf, living like an elf makes time zip past. Blink, and it's gone. Just whoosh.
Anyway, during that time, I'd become her disciple. Or more precisely...
"Lady Aisoret! Time to get up!"
"Mmm... five more minutes..."
"Didn't you have a meeting with the lord this morning?!"
"Ughhh..."
...something like her butler.
How'd that happen? Simple explanation.
[Th-this is where I'm supposed to live?!]
[Precisely, where you and I will live together.]
When I first arrived at Lady Aisoret's place, it was a total pigsty. No way could anyone call it human habitable. Felt like peeking into my sister's room back home before she got isekai'd or whatever. Of course, after marriage, she turned into the perfect housewife. But anyway.
My soul rebelled at the idea of crashing in that sty, so I started cleaning. And from there, I ended up handling her entire household.
"Rike, you'll make a fine husband someday."
"Yeah, yeah. Not interested. Eat up already."
"Thanks as always."
Now I act the part of a real butler. But...
"Rike, after the meeting, let's spar for old times' sake, shall we?"
"Got it. I'll prep ahead."
...I'd never forgotten my original goal.
Conquer the Labyrinth!
🎁 Reward: Return to the real world
When can I finally head into the Labyrinth?
My goal had always been the Labyrinth. Sure, Lady Aisoret was a saint who'd turned my luck around, but I'd never once given up on going home.
Dad, Mom, Shibulreon... no, Sis...
Family was waiting for me back home. And to get there, I had to conquer the Labyrinth. So I'd been prepping thoroughly.
Training swordsmanship or magic? Nope. What I was stocking up on was...
Stamina potions for about a year now, mana potions for three... add in the sundries, and with a solid party, I could buy a year of steady growth no problem.
...dungeon supplies.
Sudden pivot to items? Yeah, normally you'd grind magic or sword skills. But not me. I had no choice.
[You have no talent for swordsmanship or magic.]
Zero talent. Lady Aisoret said I had jack shit for aptitude. Swordplay, fine. But the Magic Tome? No magic talent? Here's the thing: the Magic Tome pulls out pre-engraved spells from the book. It's not manifesting miracles like real magic. So... different story.
Anyway, sounds hopeless for Labyrinth survival, right? But luckily, I wasn't totally talentless.
I had genius-level talent in alchemy.
Yeah, that alchemy everyone knows. While I had zilch elsewhere, here I was a prodigy. Self-studying potioncraft from her book wasn't enough—I improved them for better effects. Proven fact.
Not that it's all upside.
If I had zero talent, I'd just settle in this fantasy medieval land. But this gift makes it harder to quit.
Eh, worst case, open a potion shop and live comfy. Not bad. Shrugging inwardly, I brewed away today too. Sparring meant prepping bulk improved potions.
Stuffing the cauldron with alchemical ingredients, I stirred vigorously with my small frame.
Lady Aisoret returned late evening. She sleeps in sometimes, so she left late, but she usually wraps up early. Weird for her to be this tardy.
"You're late today."
"Haha, sorry—sparring's waiting, and I kept you."
"No worries. Busy job anyway."
I opened the door, fed her some polite BS, then plop plop plop took her outerwear and handed over fresh clothes. Green dress, her favorite, FYI.
After stashing the outerwear in her room, I asked:
"Master, had dinner?"
"Nah, not yet."
"Then lemme whip up a snack."
Into the kitchen, quick venison and soup—her faves. Wanted to do rice, but no dice in medieval Europe vibes.
"Thanks as always."
"No biggie. I'm off then."
"Yeah, get some good rest."
I served her dinner, hit my room, changed to light sleepwear, and crashed into bed.
Best part of medieval life? This magic bed... just flop in and... sleep hits...
"Zzz..."
Rike, sprawled on the soft bed, passed out instantly.
Creak.
Right on cue, someone slipped into the room.
Swish.
Someone—no.
"Rike♥ Sleeping so soundly again."
Rike's master, the elf knight Aisoret, stroked his angelic sleeping face and murmured.
"Sorry I came home late."
Apologizing, she planted a kiss on his cheek.
Mwah.
Couldn't resist marking this cute face. Obviously not just once. She kissed his cheeks over and over. Wanted to hit neck or chest too, but magic cleanup's a pain. Face only.
Having covered his tiny cheeks in her scent, she admired her handiwork, satisfied. Then climbed onto the bed, straddling his small body—floating lightly so as not to wake him.
Just her hips brushing his, and she felt the thick heft beneath. Lewd smile blooming.
"This is what I craved."
That's why she'd cleared her backlog today. BTW, think Rike's just a kid? He's past human adulthood age. Half-elf, so elf years? Nah, most half-elves match human lifespans—looks stay young. So count him as half-elf adult. Sex was fine.
If it weren't her facefucking him.
Alright, enough warmup. Time for the main event♥?
Aisoret dismounted, stripped off his thin pants.
Pop.
Revealed: a massive, throbbing cock no elf could claim.
Cost a fortune in herbs and elixirs to grow this♥
Gazing at it, she recalled the drugs fed to bulk her disciple's dick, flashing a 'bitch in heat' grin no master should wear.
"Hehe♥ Rike's backed up plenty today♪"
Mouth agape, she dove in.
"First load, then? Slurp♥"
She sucked his huge cock with expert skill.
Schlurp♥ Slurp♥ Squelch♥
Hand sliding to her crotch.
Squelch♥
Bottomless as always—no panties. Elf nature-lover, sure, but no fool to wear 'em on facefuck nights.
Sucking her obedient disciple's dick, she masturbated sloppily.
Squelch-♥! Squelch-♥! Squelch-♥!
Aah, shouldn't... but feels too good to stop♥
Her usual thousandth-plus thought.
She didn't start with facefucking. Jilled off at first, but limits hit.
But Rike's too damn tempting♥
Yeah. Blame him. Morning shirtless flexes, showing off cute abs, panting rough in spars! Greeting her like a newlywed every evening!
What woman could resist?
So.
Schlurp♥ Squelch♥ Slurrrp♥ Slurrrp♥
"All♥ Rike's♥ fault♥"
She licked furiously, imagining his contempt if he knew her view of him.