Renewing the Warp and Lydia's Return
Sophia, I'm putting it in again…
"Thank you! Please come again!"
"Yeah, thanks for your hard work."
Trappala Port. I paid the boat fare with a satisfied grin and stepped out of the shop. Mission accomplished—now all that was left was heading home to wrap up the day.
"Whew, being underwater for so long still has me feeling floaty."
"Tired?"
"A bit. But I'm glad we cleared the request. Feels like a weight off my shoulders."
"The guild will be thrilled too. It's a commission from the queen herself, so the reward's gotta be massive."
"I'm not telling the guild. Gonna pocket it all myself and bolt."
"You can't do that, can you?"
"Of course not. Just kidding."
Sophia, walking beside me, burst into giggles at my words. She seemed lighthearted too, heading home herself. Even small talk got a good laugh from her.
"Shall we open it here?"
She stopped at a quiet pier. The evening sunset dyed the sea water red. It'll be dark by the time we get home. I glanced around and nodded.
"Yeah, go ahead."
"Opening now."
As Sophia chanted her spell, her hair whipping in the wind, I set down the heavy sack on my shoulder and double-checked its contents to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Soon, a magic circle formed, followed by the portal.
I tied the sack shut, slung it over one shoulder, and stood. "Alright, let's go."
"W-Wait! Don't step in!"
Sophia yanked the back of my collar in a panic.
"Gah! Why?"
"The distance shortened!"
"Huh?"
"It's not 299 kilometers!"
The open warp gate was only 235 kilometers. Turns out, her power had reverted to its original state from before our sex.
"Oh, damn…"
I scratched my head with a sigh. That's when Melissa's words came back to me.
"Guess it's been over a day."
Melissa had told me a few days ago: the power gained from my semen doesn't last long. Max 24 hours. After that, it returns to normal. To keep the boosted strength, they need a steady supply from me.
We'd fucked yesterday Saturday morning. Now it was Sunday afternoon, 24 hours later. To get home, we'd have to do it again.
I carefully explained this to Sophia, and she jumped in shock.
"A-again?"
"Sorry. Got so focused on the job that I forgot about the trip back."
True—I'd been obsessed with completing the request and hadn't thought about the return. Melissa's warning had slipped my mind completely.
"S-So… what now? Should we go?"
"No choice. If we want to get home…"
We didn't say much more and headed straight for an inn. We'd done it once already; twice wouldn't kill us. I was nonchalant, and she seemed shy but resigned too. We even chatted casually on the way.
"This time, I'll cum faster than yesterday. Like a premature ejaculation."
"You're tired too—don't push yourself. Hurt your back and it'll be a real problem."
Before long, we rented a room and went inside. Being near the sea, the air carried a strong, briny scent of shellfish.
We dropped our bags and moved naturally, just like yesterday. I took off my pants, sat on the bed's edge, and thrust my dick toward Sophia, who was facing the wall.
"Might not get hard properly since I'm beat."
"I'll do my best."
Her cool hand touched my dick. Like yesterday, she didn't look at me, just stared at the wall and stroked quickly.
Once it hardened, she lay back on the bed and slipped off her panties.
"Do it."
"Can't see well with the blanket in the way—can you put it in yourself?"
"Okay…"
Guided by her shy hand, my dick caught at her pussy entrance. I thrust in all the way.
Oddly, it slid in easier than yesterday. Felt like her insides were already flooded with juices.
"Ahh…"
As we fully connected, Sophia squeezed her eyes shut and let out a soft moan. I could gaze unfiltered at her pleasure-twisted face.
Unlike yesterday, she didn't cover it with a pillow. Why isn't she hiding…?
It was nothing major, but my mind filled with questions. I liked seeing her face—it helped me cum faster—but was there some other intent? Made me curious for no reason.
Forgot the pillow? Or wants to do it facing me…?
She didn't seem very sexual, so probably not. Nah, overthinking it.
I shook off the thoughts and focused on thrusting.
"Hah, hah… hah!"
"Ngh…"
Sophia stifled her moans throughout, glancing up at me slyly, then squeezing her eyes shut, turning to stare at the wall for a while, peeking at me again, eyes closing as she exhaled hot, ragged breaths.
When the stimulation intensified, she'd hurriedly cover her mouth with one hand, desperately holding back sounds. But despite her restraint, her pussy welcomed me eagerly, overflowing with juices and clenching tight around my dick.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
Every thrust frothed white bubbles at her entrance from the friction. So much slicker than yesterday—impossibly wetter.
Should I try the dick elasticity enhancement technique?
The thought crossed my mind. Wanted to test its effects. But I dismissed it. We weren't here for fun. Had to respect Sophia. No sexual tricks to pleasure or tease her. She wasn't my girlfriend—just a business associate.
Finish quick and go home.
That was the plan. But strangely, her delicate jawline and slender neck kept drawing my eyes as she lay beneath me. Thrusting while watching made her look sexier, ramping up my arousal.
Plus, I was buzzing from completing the queen's request. My dick felt like it was plunging deeper than yesterday, satisfying. The steady rhythm of slapping flesh felt great. Sense of doing well.
"Nngh! Ahh! Hah, haa…!"
Suddenly, Sophia cried out loud enough to shake the room. Her chest heaved, breaths ragged, flushed face looking up at me. I felt her abs spasm.
What the…?
I was caught off guard. Never seen this reaction before. Pure orgasm face—distorted like she might cry, mouth agape, barely breathing.
"Haaah…! Hii!"
Not pain. She was feeling it for real. Twisting in pleasure with every slap of my hips.
Weapons down?
Just moments ago, she'd been hiding her reactions. Why the sudden change? No more shame or suppression—she showed it all raw.
Did I rock her world that hard?
"Haa! Gulp. Haaah! Hah, hah! Aaah…!"
Her throat clicked with swallows, saliva, as she stared at me with burning, feverish eyes. Like whispering, I'm loving this so much, baby. Half-lidded gaze hot and stimulating. My dick throbbed harder, pounding away.
Suddenly, her arms rose, wrapping around my neck. Our eyes met. Thinking it was a kiss invite, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers.
Curiosity hit: Will she let me?
Her lips parted slightly at contact. She's opening…!
Assuming acceptance, I slipped my tongue in—but her lips clamped shut.
What?
Ignoring it, I licked her lips frantically, trying to force the kiss. But she wouldn't open. Turned her head away in refusal.
Like dousing cold water, the mood crashed.
I stopped pistoning, lifted my torso, and apologized sincerely. "Sorry. Got carried away…"
"……"
She stared at the wall with troubled eyes, silent.
"I'll do it right this time, no mistakes."
I resumed, but the heated vibe was gone. The room fell quiet, only ship horns buzzing faintly outside the closed window.
We focused calmly on the act.
"…Planning another adventure next week?"
After a long silence, she asked softly. I nodded.
"Yeah. You in?"
"Yes…"
"Good."
I gave a small smile. She met my eyes and smiled back.
"Hope Saturday comes quick."
With that, I thrust deep and came hard inside her.
Buzdra Academy. Break time before Monday's first lecture. Students from other classes filled the empty seats, and soon the room buzzed.
Clack.
The door opened again, and a female student entered. All eyes turned to her.
A face we hadn't seen in ages.
"L-Lydia…?"
"Hey, kids. Big sis is back."
Lydia greeted them casually in her tomboyish tone, mismatched with her stunning looks. The Alicia clique at the back turned to stare.
Alicia shot up from her seat. "Y-You, how…?"
"Oh, Alicia, you've gotten so pretty? Feels like yesterday you were my bread-fetching shuttle. Now you look all ladylike—can't boss you around anymore."
"What happened to your burn scars?"
"Our house assistant professor healed 'em. Whaddya think? Pretty now, right?"
Lydia grinned wide and took her seat. Alicia grimaced, biting her lower lip.
The watching students huddled, whispering.
"The queen has returned. The queen has returned…!"
"Alicia's stuck at second in swordsmanship again."
"Is Lydia back to her old level?"
"We'll see."