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Jena von Darius and Marian Delarossi had acquired new skills. 'What the hell is going on?' Even as I slammed my cock into Jena's pussy, I couldn't help glancing toward one corner of the room. There sat the saintess, gulping down saliva as she watched us with wide-eyed fascination. Or more precisely, it was her soul.
Just moments ago, a translucent hand had suddenly slipped through the door from the inside, followed by the saintess's soul peeking in with a tense expression. After cautiously scanning the room, she'd slipped fully inside and now sat comfortably, spectating as Jena and I fucked.
'She's got some nerve.'
I couldn't suppress my bewilderment at the sight of the saintess circling around us excitedly, viewing our sex from every angle. I had no idea how she could wander around in soul projection form, but she was devouring the show—savoring, dissecting, relishing every bit.
The reason I could see her soul was simple. The Demon King's army was full of all sorts of weird freaks, including ones made of spirit bodies. To fight them, spotting spirits was basic training, and as the Hero, I could naturally do it. It wasn't something I could do from the start—it required practice—but since seeing spirits was tied to soul power, it had stuck with me even after regression, when most of my abilities reset to zero.
'No fear at all now, huh?'
I let out an incredulous chuckle inside as I watched her shove her face right up to where my cock plunged into Jena's pussy, inspecting it closely. If you isolated her expression, she'd pass for a star pupil burning with scholarly zeal.
Truth be told, Marian hadn't started out this bold in her voyeurism. New to soul projection, perhaps, she'd waved tentatively at first, freezing up whenever I glanced her way. But after I ignored her a few times, stone-faced, she'd gained full confidence.
Now she stared openly at my cock, then at Jena's blissed-out face with childlike wonder. I finally burst out laughing despite myself.
Jena flinched.
Marian's soul froze solid in that instant, but a reaction came from Jena too.
"Wh-what? Why are you laughing, Hero?"
"Huh? 'Cause your pussy feels so damn good, Jena."
At my words, Jena grinned happily and shook her hips. Marian's soul gaped at me in shock. I dropped the pretense and refocused on the sensation of Jena's pussy, though I kept side-eyeing Marian.
The reason I'd left Marian alone was straightforward. Her soul sneaking into my room was intriguing, and there was something thrilling about openly railing Jena in front of another woman.
'Hmm, maybe having the saintess watch is making signals come faster this time.'
Having already cum once inside her, I unleashed another load deep in Jena's pussy. With my cock buried to the hilt against her cervix, she shuddered and moaned.
"Hiiik... hit... s-so good! Jena... Jena will remember Master's touch!"
I chuckled at her words and pulled out. White semen dripped from Jena's slightly gaped pussy, and Marian was already shoving her face toward Jena's ass to get a closer look.
They say the brain adapts with use, and sure enough, watching this ridiculous scene sparked a fun idea.
"Jena, you wanted cheering up, right?"
"Ah, yes! Plenty of cheering alrea—"
"No, I'll teach you a way to never forget me."
I said it to Jena, but as expected, Marian perked up with keen interest too.
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"How's it feel?"
"Hngh... haa... haaang... s-so good. Master's touch."
As I stroked her clit, Jena trembled and answered. She'd climaxed multiple times from our fuck already, yet here she was, chasing ecstasy again without tiring. The way she moved her hips to match my fingers, one eye twitching in pleasure—it stirred me oddly.
Of course, it wasn't just Jena's reactions exciting me. The saintess lurking in the corner, staring intently at our play. Her curiosity-fueled gaze gave me a perverse thrill.
"Come on, Jena. Rub it here yourself—right here."
"H-here? Yes."
At my command, Jena spread her pussy with her pale, slender fingers and began rubbing her exposed clit.
Even when she'd sucked my cock earlier, her hands had instinctively drifted to her crotch—but she'd had no clue, just kneading her mound like a massage. Now she knew exactly what a clit was and was stimulating it properly.
Seeing her twitch and writhe as she teased herself made my cock throb. And it drew Marian's attention too. Her soul, which had been watching from afar, floated closer like a moth to flame.
"Haht... haaa... it's like Master touching me... ahhhng."
As Jena stomped her feet in pleasure, Marian's expression shifted subtly. I side-eyed the saintess and asked Jena,
"Yeah? Feels good, Jena?"
"Haaang... haaaaa... t-too good... hngh!"
Like a monkey discovering masturbation for the first time, Jena rubbed her clit relentlessly. Worried she'd damage it with such force, I gently grabbed her hand.
Guiding it like a puppet, I taught her the details.
And this was straight from my past life's lessons with that crown prince fuckboy Aaron.
"Don't just rub hard nonstop. Tease it lightly till it's aching, then press firm now and then. Stim the area around it too—not bad."
As I controlled the pace, Jena quivered and squirted clear fluid from her pussy. It looked like she was pissing herself. I glanced at Marian—she'd had a similar experience under my hand.
Even in translucent soul form, her face seemed to flush red.
"Haaahht... s-so good..."
"Not done yet, Jena."
"M-more?"
I smirked at her upturned gaze, still lightly circling her clit, then pinched and twisted a nipple.
"Ooght!"
"How's that? Good?"
"Haaaah... i-it hurts but... feels good..."
A bit rough, maybe—Jena winced with one eye but wore a lewd smile. Simultaneous pleasure from above and below hit the spot, it seemed.
"Basic technique's the same, got it?"
She nodded and switched hands—now one spread her pussy while the other teased her nipples.
Come to think of it, we'd always fucked like beasts from behind, so I'd never really played with her tits.
One hand on her pussy, the other on her nipples, lewd face twisting—pure impulse to shove my cock in. But I was curious about Marian's reaction, so I dragged it out.
"Haa... c-can't take it... fuck Jena, please."
Even as her fingers flew, she begged. Instead of her pussy, I brought my cock to her face.
She eagerly engulfed it, sucking hungrily, and resumed masturbating with some relief.
I left her to it and sneaked another peek at Marian.
Being a soul made hesitation impossible? She'd backed off, but now toyed with her own pussy—mimicking Jena exactly. I barely stifled a laugh, watching sidelong.
Even souls retained sensation. Startled by the pleasure from below, Marian shuddered violently, then checked if I noticed.
'Busted?'
Our eyes met briefly, but when I looked away like nothing happened, she sighed in relief—convinced I couldn't see her perfectly.
Full of curiosity, she watched Jena suck my cock while tentatively groping her pussy. And it didn't take long for her other hand to join, teasing her nipples.