This Body, Seduction
"Don't take your hand away. If you move, I'll wobble."
A cold sweat ran down the young master's spine at those words. His shoulders locked rigid and his legs went stiff, but he had no choice but to do as she said.
She leaned back against him on purpose, slowly, settling her weight taut against his arm. Her crossed thighs cinched so tight the scrap of fabric between them all but vanished, and beneath her ass his cock — already hard, already lying flat — took on even more of her gravity.
"Uh… uhhh…"
"What's with the shock?"
She didn't look at him. Her gaze flicked sideways as she struck up idle, bawdy chatter with the mercenary at the next seat, even as she reached down, took his palm, and drew it inward along the inside of her thigh.
"Nice hands. Soft, for a man's. Lucky me."
"S-Seira…!"
When he hesitated, Seira only dropped her voice to a playful whisper.
"What? Ever touched a woman like this?"
"…No."
"That so? Then—"
As if telling him to enjoy it rather than waste time being embarrassed, she glanced at him and slid the hand she'd trapped between her thighs up onto her chest.
"You like it here better? Either way, remember this. The first woman the Young Master ever laid a hand on was the most expensive girl in this tavern."
"…Hah…"
The young master forgot even to breathe, his mind stolen by the sensation. The yielding, heavy spring of it in his palm. The way it swayed and followed even the slightest motion — a vivid, living woman, something he had never felt in all his life.
"Oh dear. Trembling like that, what could you possibly do?"
"Nn—gh…!"
"Calm down. Here. Like this."
Seira covered his hand with the back of her own and taught him, firsthand, how to cup a full breast.
"Don't just squeeze. Press in at the center with your fingers… then slowly, in a circle. Yes. Like that."
When his fingers found her nipple, Seira drew in a short breath. Her nipples were already standing hard beneath the cloth. Her body, as ever, responded with exquisite sensitivity.
"A woman's breasts aren't for looking at. You have to actually touch them if you want them to react, you know?"
"Th-that's too…"
"Hah. With hands like these… you could touch somewhere even better than my chest. That place you didn't get to earlier."
"……!"
In that instant she pressed a light kiss to the young master's ear.
A wine bottle toppled at another table. Even through the crash of it, she didn't turn her head.
"Got time to look away?"
At those words, the young master could no longer look anywhere else. Her weight, her warmth, her scent, her touch — all of it. Every last sensation was the first experience of a woman he had ever had since coming into this world, and with it, the expansion of that world into the realm of sex.
No need to go running around making a nuisance of myself anyway.
Still seated on his lap, she bent at the waist just slightly and pressed her plump, thick ass flush against his thigh. The young master's breath snagged short.
"Ah…!"
This young master's got the most money, looks the easiest to fleece… and above all, it shows all over him that he's never done it even once.
She laughed quietly to herself. Well, well. The thick, solid reaction she could feel against her ass. For all his clumsiness and inexperience, he was packing something rather impressive.
Seira rolled her hips in a slow, elliptical grind. His cock dragged between the cleft of her ass and the valley of her thighs, worked deep with every pass.
"How do you like this tavern, Young Master? Figured there was nothing to it, didn't you?"
"…N-no… I didn't…"
"I thought so, though."
This time she shifted her posture just enough to drag the inside of her thigh in a long, slow stroke. His reaction down there was already past hiding, so she didn't bother being subtle.
This is… he's right on the verge of blowing.
She turned slowly to look at his face. Shame and heat tangled together; he couldn't even meet her eyes. For this much money she could have given him a handjob three or four times over, but making him act like he'd already embarrassed himself in his pants was purely her idea of a joke.
"Honestly, besides me, there's nothing else worth looking at, is there?"
She clinked her freshly filled glass against the mercenary's — and at the same moment she nestled his cock deep into the cleft of her ass. The young master's face went redder than the wine.
"…So, Young Master. Where's your next destination?"
Giving him a moment to catch his breath — or so it seemed — Seira sat astride him right there at the table, glass in hand, and asked the question with a languid, sultry air. The glass was already empty, but she wet her lips with it before it could be refilled, and even as she lounged there the young master's gaze clung to the tip of her tongue and would not let go.
"Uh, uh… Elies, and then the Norvel Region… the south…"
"Elies and Norvel?"
Seira's eyes narrowed. Inside, she was cheering. That was exactly the direction she'd been heading. If she could hitch a ride on his carriage, the trip to the Holy Assembly would be a single shot.
And Norvel? That's the aristocratic villa country. A resort for nobles.
Calculations spun through her mind in an instant. Even a provincial noble, if he had the means to plant a villa in a place famous for its beauty — then the escort, the carriage, the journey itself would all be first-class. And this young master sitting under her right now had the face of a man who'd never once had a woman on his lap in his life.
This is a moneybag that never runs dry no matter how hard you squeeze it.
She nodded to herself, concluding he was a well that would never go dry. Then she pressed her ass down once more, very slowly, very deep.
"…Nngh!"
The young master's whole body jerked. He clamped his lips shut and squeezed his eyes closed. The hand on her breast tightened. Terrified that the precum which had climbed his thigh had touched her body, he prayed desperately she wouldn't notice.
…Ah… no…
He could already feel that his pants were wet. And as if that weren't enough, her ass was moving — as if to tempt him, or as if she'd already figured it out — riding a sly, insinuating rhythm.
"I'd like to go too. To Norvel."
Seira set her glass on the table in a voice of studied indifference. Then she tapped a finger lightly against the nape of his neck.
"I'm heading to Elies tomorrow. If you happen to have business near there, would you take me along?"
The young master's hands began to tremble. Tension overflowed from his fingertips all the way to his shoulders.
"S-Sei… Seira. That wouldn't be a problem, but if you could just move for a moment…"
"Why?"
Seira asked it with perfect, natural innocence. She tipped her shoulder slightly, still sitting on him, still squeezing her ass tight around him.
"…It's just… a little… an awkward situation…"
"Awkward?"
She tilted her head and brought her lips to his ear.
"Young Master, I haven't even earned my keep yet with this much time. How awkward are we talking?"
The whisper of her breath traced the shell of his ear, and the young master's eyes flew wide.
"I tend to be… rather thorough about getting my money's worth."
Seira's mouth curved as she stroked his knee.
"And you, Young Master — you've got such a fine thing here. It'd be a shame to just let the time run out without putting it to proper use."
He could only let out a low groan. He had no idea what to do with the waist he was holding, her breasts were far too large and yielding, and his own body was already far too hot.
"…Seira. I-I, I really… I think I'm going to… make a mistake…"
"Haha!"
Seira threw her head back and laughed. Then, deliberately, she loosened the tension in her ass — and clenched down tight again.
"I don't want to get off, though."
She locked eyes with him as if she meant to devour him. As if it were nothing at all, she pressed the breast in his hand flush against his body and worked it up and down.
"Holding out pretty well for a face like that. Young Master, you're more… trained than I expected?"
"No, absolutely not… I'm not—!"
Seira grabbed his shoulders where everyone could see and changed her posture, grinding on him openly.
"Then shall we finish that verbal contract from earlier? I'll be imposing on you a little. You said it wasn't a problem, didn't you?"
"Nngh…!"
As Seira moved, bare skin flashing in the slight gap of her clothing, her crotch dragging across him — the young master's body jerked as if wrenched. A small moan slipped out, his waist trembled, and then—
"Ah, ah… I can't…!"
Seira felt the hot rush of his climax bloom beneath her groin.
The young master ducked his head in shame, but Seira only sighed, unbothered.
"Oh my… the cloth's soaked through."
She lifted her ass just enough to glance down at the thoroughly wet stain left clearly on the fabric. Then she put her lips to his ear again and whispered.
"Now tomorrow's departure is settled, too."
The voice was soft, but there was a clear blade inside it. You're going to keep this a secret. Seira drove the point home. He wouldn't want this — his climax, this humiliation — getting out. As long as she didn't go spreading it around or throw off her robe right then and there, she was the only one who knew.
The young master's face went scarlet. He could only nod. His face was so hot he couldn't even speak. And yet, from below, the stirrings of a second round were already blooming.
"…Um, that… Seira. Now, really… if I could just have a moment—"
His voice was small and careful. Still seated, unable to lift his hips, he gripped both arms of the chair and trembled. Seira, still sitting on him, still pressing him down, glanced at him with her jade-green eyes.
"What?"
She paused a beat, then dipped her head slightly and smiled.
"…Embarrassed?"
"Just for a moment… I need to… finish taking care of it myself…"
A grown man, ashamed as if he'd had an accident in his clothes — even though it was entirely her doing. Seira, for her part, didn't so much as furrow her brow. She rolled her hips slowly. Over the already-wet stain of semen on his pants, her bare ass — nothing but a scrap of cloth between them — pressed and rubbed in a slow grind.
"Hah…"
"They say honesty is a virtue among nobles. You want to go again, don't you."
A small moan escaped the young master's lips. Seira tapped his thigh near her ass with a fingertip.
"But did you know? I'm not wearing anything underneath this."
And with those words she put a light pressure right on his center—
"Looks like everything that's wet down here is soaking right into me…"
"Nngh, hah… uh…!"
The young master's body jerked and shuddered hard. A sensation he could share with no one. His lips burned scarlet, his breath fractured, and his eyes squeezed shut.
