Sneaking Around With Lady Michelle
Iris's icy voice cut through the air. "Michelle Valerius. Did you just say you wanted to become my master's disciple?"
Michelle refused to be intimidated. She thrust her chin up defiantly. "That's right! Is there some law that says I can't become Sir Sian's disciple? I was one of the academy's top two as well!"
"Top two?"
A cold sneer slipped from between Iris's lips.
"You couldn't even last ten exchanges against my sword yesterday. And yet you dare speak of admiring someone or serving them? The position of my master's disciple is not a place your shallow whims and curiosity can dare to covet."
"....!"
It was a merciless, utterly cold evaluation.
Michelle's face flushed crimson. It wasn't mere anger. The look on her face made it clear she was genuinely hurt, wounded by her friend's harsh attitude.
"You... how can you say something that cruel?!"
Her pride thoroughly shredded, Michelle kicked her chair back and shot to her feet.
"Forget it! I won't learn from you. Do it all yourself!"
Bang!
The sound of the door slamming echoed unusually loud.
The moment her friend fled on the verge of tears, Iris—who had been radiating a frosty aura—flinched in visible panic and glanced at me nervously.
"I haven't even agreed to accept her yet. Why are you being so hostile?"
"T-that is…"
When I pressed her, Iris fidgeted and hung her head. Her hands, resting on her knees, twisted anxiously as she gripped the hem of her skirt.
"...There are already more than a few things bothering me because of Lady Marina…"
After a long hesitation, Iris finally spoke in a tiny, crawling voice.
"If Michelle stays by Master's side, it is obvious she will fall for your charm and begin scheming."
Iris cautiously lifted her head and met my eyes.
"Besides… I would prefer to remain the only female disciple of Master."
Her gaze burned with the desire to monopolize the title of being the sole female disciple.
At that sly answer, Lia immediately made a fuss inside my head.
I let out a quiet internal chuckle at Lia's commentary and rose from my seat. Approaching Iris, who still couldn't tear her eyes off me, I gently stroked her hair.
"Fine. If that's truly how you feel, there's no helping it. Let's go apologize to Lady Michelle first—and ask if we can borrow the training ground while we're at it."
At my soft coaxing, Iris gave a faint smile and nodded.
"Yes, Master."
The training ground of the Valerius Marquisate was vast and pleasant, exactly as one would expect from a prestigious martial family.
While Iris and I stood in the center of the training ground, exchanging wooden swords and building up the heat of our session, Michelle—now changed into light training attire—quietly slipped inside.
Thus began the three-person training session.
Michelle was far more proactive than I'd expected.
"Sir Sian. Is this footwork correct? My center of gravity keeps shifting."
While never losing the elegant poise befitting a young noble lady, Michelle called out to me surprisingly often. Whenever she hit even the slightest snag, she actively approached me and asked for hands-on posture correction.
Since she had openly declared her admiration and desire to become my disciple, I corrected her without hesitation, adjusting her form closely and meticulously.
At that moment—
I pretended not to notice and raised the intensity, leveling my wooden sword at Michelle.
"Alright, here we go again. Block this!"
"Ugh…!"
The high-intensity training continued. Michelle tried to endure through sheer grit and willpower, but it had clearly been a long time since she'd been pushed this hard after graduating from the academy.
Before long, her legs began trembling noticeably.
"Your posture is collapsing. Hold it properly."
At my firm rebuke, Michelle dropped to the floor, letting her wooden sword clatter beside her.
"Haa… haa… I-I'm at my limit… I really feel like I'm going to die…"
Breathing hard, chest heaving, Michelle finally surrendered.
"I'll stop here for today…"
"Good work."
The waiting maids hurried over to support the sweat-soaked Michelle. She dragged her shaking legs, glanced back with visible reluctance, and left the training ground first.
Once Michelle disappeared from view and only the two of us remained, Iris staggered toward me.
"Haa… haa…"
She tossed her wooden sword aside and threw herself into my arms.
"Iris?"
The breath pouring out of her wasn't from training fatigue. Her cheeks burned scarlet, and her hazy eyes dripped with thick, molten lust.
"Master… hold me… please hold me…"
"Iris. Calm down. This isn't our mansion."
I glanced around in alarm, trying to push her away, but Iris rubbed her feverish face against my neck and whispered desperately.
"Watching you focus so intently on Michelle… I endured with my insides burning pitch black and only trained."
Iris looked up at me with glistening eyes.
"Please reward your good, obedient disciple who waited so patiently."
The moment I heard her trembling voice, one hypothesis hardened into certainty inside my head.
This must be another side effect of the coupling energy. It was the same with Marina. Whenever Iris feels jealousy toward another woman, the emotion seems to convert directly into sexual desire.
Her body had already reached its limit. Iris clung to my neck, twisting her legs and rubbing her thighs together restlessly.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a secluded blind spot behind the training ground building.
"This is someone else's mansion. Can you hold in your moans?"
"Haa… yes, Master… hurry…"
With dreamy eyes, Iris nodded, then braced her hands against the wall, bent at the waist, and pushed her ass out toward me in a blatantly lewd pose.
I didn't hesitate. I yanked her pants down in one smooth motion.
Exposed white skin. The thin panties covering her were already soaked and glistening with her overflowing arousal.
I rubbed the wet fabric gently, teasing her. Iris's back arched like a bow as a suppressed moan burst free.
"Hng, ahh…!"
"What a lewd disciple you are. Just because I corrected another woman's stance, you got this wet already? Couldn't even hold it in?"
At my mocking words, Iris gripped the wall until her knuckles turned white, trembling violently.
"Haa… I-I'm sorry, Master… but I couldn't… ngh!"
Iris bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans. Yet the way she pressed her ass even harder against me was the complete opposite of an apology.
When I slid her panties down as well, her fully exposed pussy released a thick, sweet-fishy scent, practically steaming with heat.
"Looks like no foreplay is needed at all."
"Yes, Master… haat, haa… please, just put it in… I can't hold back anymore… ahh!"
I gripped my cock and carefully pushed forward into her waiting, dripping folds.
Squish—!
"Haaaaang!"
Iris's moan slammed against the back wall of the training ground.
It was louder than expected. I quickly reached out with my left hand and shoved two fingers deep into her open mouth.
"Mmph, mmph—!"
"Shh. What if someone hears? Don't tell me you actually want Michelle to listen to us fucking."
At the scolding, Iris froze for a second, then eagerly wrapped her tongue around my fingers, licking them while slamming her ass back against me even harder.
"Mmph! Mmmph, mmph—!"
Squish, squish—!
With her training pants tangled around her ankles, Iris's ass rippled like waves every time I drove into her.
Smack! Smack! Smack!Squish, squish!
Her eyes rolled upward as she writhed in pleasure, mouth stuffed full.
"Mmph! Mmmmmgh—! Mmph!"
The moans trapped inside her mouth vibrated around my fingers while drool spilled down her chin. Iris desperately rocked her hips back to meet every thrust, desperate not to lose my cock.
Any trace of the noble dignity of the head disciple had vanished. All that remained was a bitch in heat, greedily devouring her master's cock.
"You're doing well holding it in. Keep it up—Michelle might come by any second."
"Mmph! Mmph, mph—!"
The moment I mentioned Michelle might appear, her pussy clamped down even tighter, almost greedily. It felt completely different from Marina.
A voracious, cock-hungry pussy that existed only to devour me.
Eventually I, too, became lost in my disciple's intoxicating tightness. My hips sped up, and Iris's inner walls began convulsing wildly.
"Mmmph!!! Hng!! Heuk…"
Saliva streamed from the corner of her lips, dripping onto the floor. I drove in for the final sprint.
"Huu… Iris. I'm cumming."
"Mmmmmmmph—!!"
Iris's eyes rolled completely back, turning white.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurttt!!
The instant my hot cum flooded her pussy, her inner walls spasmed madly, squeezing me as if trying to milk out every last drop.
"Haaaaaaaaang!!!!"
Pushing my fingers out of her mouth, Iris finally released the moans she'd been suppressing. She collapsed against the wall, sliding down while still keeping her ass raised, trembling violently.
"Huu… Iris, you need to snap out of it."
Maybe the orgasm had been too intense. Her eyes remained slightly unfocused. I tapped her ass lightly, trying to bring her back.
"Hng…"
All I received in return was a dreamy moan.
We couldn't stay here. I quickly pulled her pants back up. Then, making sure the coast was clear, I lifted her into my arms and secretly carried her to the guest room assigned to me.
"...Ah."
It wasn't long after I laid her on the soft sofa that Iris suddenly opened her eyes. Realizing the unfamiliar ceiling and her thoroughly disheveled state, her face turned scarlet in an instant.
"I-I'm sorry, Master! To think I actually fainted…"
"It's fine."
I poured a glass of water from the table and handed it to her.
"More importantly, you must feel pretty sticky down there. Go back to your room, wash up, and rest."
As Iris took the glass, her shoulders twitched.
It seemed the return of her senses had just made her realize that my hot load was still fully inside her.
Her cheeks burned even brighter. Yet despite her embarrassment, she wore a strangely satisfied, mysterious little smile as she bowed her head.
"Yes… Then I shall take my leave, Master."
Keeping her thighs pressed tightly together to avoid leaking the warmth inside her, Iris left my room with careful, mincing steps.
Click.
The moment the door closed and silence filled the room, Lia spoke up from inside my pocket, sounding utterly dumbfounded.