Chapter 75
Allen began Karen's education.
“Do I… really have to take them off?”
“Yeah. Weren’t you curious?”
Back in the room, I said that to Karen, who was eyeing me with obvious distrust. At least she had the common sense not to strip in front of others, which was something. She couldn’t hide her hesitation.
“Is… sex something you do with your clothes off?”
“Well, it’s not impossible with them on, but for your first time, it’s better to strip.”
I answered as she paused, fumbling with the buttons on her clothes, clearly unsure what she was even doing. Her oddly timid expression—ignorant of her own actions—was downright cute. She might have been instinctively sensing some vague danger, but even that couldn’t override her curiosity.
“D-don’t look.”
“That’s not that pussy, right?”
“What?”
I tossed out a dwarven-style joke at her bewildered stare. It was childish as hell, but after saying it myself, I kinda got why the dwarves loved that crap. Anyway, she seemed overly self-conscious around me, so I turned away and sat down.
I heard her let out a small sigh of relief once my back was to her, followed by the soft sounds of her clothes hitting the floor one by one.
This sound never gets old.
Truth be told, I hadn’t planned on jumping into bed with her so suddenly. She was a knockout anywhere you went, but after the hell she put me through in the previous timeline—hoarding my severed body parts like treasures—I barely felt any sexual thrill looking at her. Getting turned on by a woman who cherished my mutilated remains? That’d make me the freak.
At least lately, with her all broken and subdued, my physiological aversion had faded enough to make this possible.
She was a total psycho back then.
And my decision to take her in wasn’t just that. Her self-harming masochism looked dangerously fragile, and after all the pent-up frustration from the dwarf city, I needed an outlet to vent.
“…I’m naked now.”
I turned slowly at her words and took in her bare body. Flawless porcelain skin without a single blemish, her signature purple hair cascading down. Her waist was slim enough for my hands to encircle, her breasts modest but pert and perfectly balanced—easy on the eyes.
The funny part? She was barely covering her pussy and chest with her hands.
“Why cover your body, Karen?”
I was curious why someone so clueless about sex was hiding exactly her nipples and pussy.
“Th-they said these aren’t for showing to men.”
“Who?”
“The other mages at the tower.”
I scratched my head at her earnest reply, looking dubious. As far as I knew, she was twenty-three this year—fully mature as a woman. Having only that level of knowledge screamed problems.
“And? What’d they say happens if you show them?”
“Y-you get cursed by mana, turn into an idiot, and can never use magic again. They said it’s a mage’s weak spot.”
I let out a deep sigh at her absurd ramble. For people who claimed to pursue all truths of the world, the Magic Tower’s logic was pathetically childish.
“You believed that?”
“…Shouldn’t I have?”
“If you’re curious, just move your hands.”
She hesitated, arms frozen. Probably brainwashed from childhood with this nonsense. I finally stood and approached her—no point watching her dither.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“We’re gonna have sex, right? So move those arms first.”
I grabbed her arms covering her chest and pried them away. She resisted stubbornly, but her slender limbs couldn’t match my strength. Her arms parted, revealing pink nipples that matched her perky breasts—standing stiff from tension.
“Cute.”
“Wh-what?”
She yelped in flustered shock, face flushing red—clearly embarrassed. I chuckled and gently teased her nipple with a finger.
“How’s that? Feel that mana curse yet, Karen?”
“Hngh… N-no. But my body feels… weird.”
She shivered as she answered. Her already tense nipple swelled even tauter under my touch. I cupped her breast in my palm and kneaded lightly. The soft skin and springy give felt great—until she looked up at me with a lewd gaze and asked,
“Is this… sex?”
“Nah, we haven’t even started.”
I wrapped an arm around her slim waist. My hand slid past to her adorably plump ass, fitting perfectly in my grip. I’d carried her fainted ass enough times to know; I hoisted her up effortlessly and carried her to the chair I’d been sitting in.
I set her down on it, then knelt between her legs.
As I settled in her thighs, she clenched her hand over her pussy harder and squeezed her legs together. Even knowing there was no curse, showing it off was still embarrassing.
“Move your hand, Karen.”
She obeyed awkwardly, her hand hovering in the air.
“N-now we do sex?”
“Yeah. Once you’re ready.”
“…R-ready? You need that too?”
I nodded with a grin at her question. Right up to my regression, she’d been a lab hermit with zero sexual knowledge. A virgin like her needed prep.
I pried her tense thighs apart with both hands. They resisted at first, then spread wide with a schlick.
Between them, her untouched pussy came into view—pale pink like her nipples, already glistening with slick.
Instinct, huh?
I reached for her wet folds, using index and middle fingers to part her plump outer lips. Daylight still streamed in, illuminating her virgin interior perfectly: dainty inner folds, a hidden clit, and a tiny entrance below.
“Wh-what are you doing? Is this the prep?”
“Yeah. Your pussy’s pretty, Karen.”
“…P-pretty pussy?”
She stared in confusion at my compliment. Made sense— to her, it was just a piss hole; “pretty” wouldn’t register as praise.
Feeling a twinge of responsibility, I poked her entrance.
“Karen, pussy isn’t a piss hole. This is your pussy.”
“…Hngh.”
I slipped a finger in shallowly; her thighs twitched inward. But with my hand in place, she couldn’t close them, staring at me lost.
“Th-then… what’s it for?”
“Making babies. And pleasure.”
I withdrew my slick finger and flicked her protruding clit. She jolted, hips bucking—the chair rattled.
“Feel good?”
“…S-so cock isn’t just a piss hole either?”
I chuckled at her burning curiosity mid-arousal. Enthusiastic students fired up any teacher.
“I’ll show you.”
I stood, dropping my pants.