I'm Completely Fucked
Seira was panting, rolling her hips.
Ever since that one powerful thrust of his, her breath had kept grazing Alpheir's nape inside the tub, carried on the sticky slap of water.
"Hah— Young Master's... it keeps going in... nngh...! Deeper... haaah!"
She threw her head back, cheeks flushed, and rolled her own hips to send sweet waves through the water. Seira's thighs and pelvis glistened above the surface, and the ceaseless clenching around him had Alpheir on the verge of losing his reason.
This is... too much...
Cold sweat beaded on Alpheir's brow. This time, he had to hold out for her until the end.
And then—
"Mmh... nngh, ah, Young Master... I'm really going to... haah...!"
Seira dropped her head and buried her face in his shoulder. Then she slammed her hips down hard—
"Haaaaah—!"
Her insides spasmed and clenched around him with violent intensity. That single contraction stole the breath from Alpheir's lungs.
"Ngh...!"
"...Miss Seira..."
Alpheir murmured it, wiping his face with a wet hand. Then both of his hands clamped down on her waist.
"Young Master...?"
And then he drove in—
"Kyaah...!!"
Her body jolted so hard the water splashed. Holding her by the waist, he thrust in hard, following the lead of that sensation that had felt so insanely good only moments before.
"I'm sorry... it felt too good..."
Alpheir gasped it out, panting.
"I will take full responsibility. I swear it..."
At those words, Seira caught her breath for a moment, then smiled slowly.
"...Hah. Now you're starting to sound like a man."
Before long she was grinding her hips against him, front to back, and climbing toward climax all over again, clutching his shoulders and letting out wanton little moans.
I can't... hold this...!
That squeezing sensation of hers, those moans like a sweet musk on the verge of bursting—Alpheir couldn't help himself.
The seductive woman who'd been moving on top of him collapsed onto his chest with a broken voice. Her breathing was ragged, her breasts rising and falling. Her insides were still twitching, still squeezing around Alpheir.
And Seira, dazed right where she was, mumbled in a spent, boneless voice.
"Haah... Young Master, you... do whatever you want right now... damn it."
Her defenseless, slumped shoulders and disheveled pink hair filled Alpheir's vision. Every time her soft curves pressed against his chest, her insides were still gripping him taut, and the fact that he was still buried deep inside her was dizzying enough to stop his breath.
"Miss... Seira..."
He carefully wrapped his arms around her waist. With trembling hands, Alpheir stroked down the small of her back, following the line of her waist all the way to her hips, and the still-tight clenching around him drew a moan from his lips of its own accord.
The thought of whether he ought to stop here did not last long. Even slumped and leaning against him, she was squeezing that sweet pussy around him so deliciously, still holding onto him even now.
"I-I'm sorry...!"
Drawing a deep breath, Alpheir squeezed his eyes shut and carefully pushed his hips up. His lips parted of their own accord, and her insides swallowed him with a familiarity as if guiding him along the path he was meant to take.
"Haah... ah!"
Collapsed against his chest, Seira let out a short moan at the movement stabbing into her. A few strands of wet pink hair slipped from her shoulder down her back.
"Miss Seira... are you all right?"
There was no answer. Instead, she lifted her hips slightly and surrendered more of herself to him. That little motion stirred the lust of a man faithfully carrying out exactly what she had asked of him.
"...Then, just a little more."
The young master muttered it to himself and began pushing his hips in again. Indulging in the inside of a captivating woman, he was no longer a neat young gentleman—and Seira was no longer a fox of a girl who toyed with men as she pleased.
"I-I'm coming... again...! Hnngh...!"
Her waist and hips, submerged in the water, pressed down hard, and her insides clenched even more fiercely, as if they had no intention of letting Alpheir go. At that sensation he sucked in a breath and clenched his teeth.
"Miss Seira... I cannot. This time... I shall finish outside...!"
Having already come inside a woman once, perhaps his reason had found a crack to slip through. He barely held onto his senses and tried to lift her waist to pull out—but Seira smiled faintly and pressed her hips down even harder.
"Are you crazy? I can't... let you out right now... so just... do it..."
That was the honest truth of a woman who had reached climax, selfishness and all, in exchange for feeding him her virginity. At those words, Alpheir closed his eyes as if surrendering the reality before him, and as if letting go of his reason entirely, he spilled himself against the womb Seira had driven him into.
As that sensation surged, pounding against her womb, Seira gasped softly and trembled through her whole body.
"Haah... Young Master... there's so much..."
Even now, faintly, Alpheir was still pulsing at the tip, pushing out the last of it inside her.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Miss Seira..."
Seira pressed her lips to his heaving chest with a wet little smack, as if rewarding him for his efforts. The thunderous pounding of his heart struck her eardrums at once.
Alpheir, having strained so hard in succession, even felt a dizziness as if he might faint. But the thought that her insides—still warmly wrapping around his cock—were holding everything he had poured into her did not make him lose his mind so much as it tempered his senses.
He drew a deep breath. The heat and scent rising from Seira's skin were so close. Earlier he hadn't even been able to properly put it into words, but in this moment the woman in his arms was provocative and tender and dangerous all at once, as if she had become a goddess of lust itself.
"Just a little longer... I want to stay like this."
Seira murmured it like a whisper from within his arms. She hooked one arm around his waist, and without changing position, still holding him inside her, she pressed her body down and leaned against him again. Alpheir, in the fading afterglow of climax, felt a heat that might yet bloom again, and slowly wrapped his arms around her back.
"Yes... Miss Seira."
A light kiss settled on her wet shoulder.
In the end, the bathtub looked like a battlefield, slathered in fluids and water and lust. Washing properly was a lost cause.
Seira lifted a magic stone and poured water over herself to shower, while Alpheir stood beside her not knowing where to put his eyes, ears burning red all the way to the tips as he quietly let the water run over him.
After the water stopped, Seira toweled off at her leisure, draped on a shower robe, and flopped—straight onto the bed.
"Haah... I feel alive again."
She let her body go slack on the fluffy bedding, stretching her arms out to both sides, and let out a satisfied sigh. The tips of her wet hair tickled her nape, and even without being pulled open, the robe traced her superior curves, showing off their owner.
Between the bathroom and the bed, Alpheir stood fidgeting, having watched it all.
"Um... shouldn't you... dry off a bit more? You might catch a cold..."
"If I had the constitution to catch a cold, I wouldn't have done what we just did, Young Master."
Seira grinned. Alpheir, flustered, flushed and squeezed his eyes shut. When your skin's that pale, stuff like this shows so well it's actually fun. Seira played it perfectly cool.
"Sit. Not there—here."
She patted the side of the bed. Alpheir approached like a loyal hound answering a summons and sat carefully beside her. Hands on his knees, gaze on the floor, shoulders wound tight.
"What, is this awkward?"
"...Yes."
Seira caught his wrist, pulled him down, then turned her body slightly to nestle against him, slipping softly into the circle of his arm. Then she murmured in a teasing voice.
"By the way, Young Master, you've got quite the stamina, don't you? I guess well-fed men really are different."
Well, the original him had equipment that wouldn't lose to anyone, and technique that couldn't even compare—but that was all gone now.
Seira smiled with her eyes and gave his cheek a light tickle. Alpheir, trying not to look at the curves showing through her robe, pressed his lips together at a compliment he could neither nod at nor deny.
Then, even amid the scent of a woman he did not want to leave, he rose from the blankets, knelt, and sat in a proper posture with his back ramrod straight.
"What is it, Young Master?"
Seira tilted her head at the sudden shift in atmosphere. Alpheir took a breath, then spoke in a careful, firm voice.
"Miss Seira. I am Alpheir Kyle Brontian. I sincerely apologize for only now introducing myself properly..."
"...Huh?"
For a moment, Seira froze. But in a situation that demanded quick calculation, she swallowed and slowly looked at his face again. No matter how she looked at it, this was the same fresh young master who'd been helpless beneath her just moments ago.
"...That Brontian. You mean that Brontian, right?"
"Yes."
One of the Five Great Ducal Families recognized by the imperial house. Royalty among royalty, save for the royal family itself. A bloodline so heavy that his name alone made it hard to meet his eye in most places. People who reigned in a celestial class so very, very far from her own.
Seira pressed a finger to her temple.
Oh, for fuck's sake. Why him of all people... why again of all people...
He had better stamina than expected, plenty of money, and was naive enough to be easy to wrap around her finger—she'd planned to stick around until she got bored and then drop him. But of all things, he was the highest-tier bloodline, the kind where even a commoner's insubordination meant a death sentence.
"So...?"
Seira wet her dry mouth again and managed to speak.
"The, uh, reason you suddenly revealed your identity...?"
Honestly, he didn't seem like that kind of wastrel—but she'd heard it was common among nobles to throw around aliases when they picked up maids or tavern girls, just in case they came home with a bastard. But the handsome blond youth was looking at her with his head held straight, as if he were nothing like them. There was no wavering in those eyes, no calculation. If anything, they held a more solemn resolve than before.
Seira stared at his face, frozen. This man—perhaps including her days as a man—was the most dangerous person she had ever laid eyes on.
...I'm completely fucked.