Chapter 39. Training Ymir (3)
Chapter 39. Training Ymir (3)
......"Training, my ass."
To Ymir, of course, that declaration was nothing more than a pathetic little joke.
In fact, seeing him begin to show his true colors, she shouted right back, practically daring him to try.
"So, you're planning some kind of sexual torture? As if I'd so much as bat an eye at—mmph!"
At that moment, her lips were sealed shut.
The instant his lips pressed against hers, her eyes flew wide open, and immediately after, her brow furrowed fiercely.
'This bastard, what the hell is he...!'
She knew what a kiss was.
Simply the act of pressing lips together. A quintessential expression of affection between a man and a woman.
But if you stripped all meaning from that act, then in the end, it was nothing more than two people rubbing their flesh together.
That was the kind of person Ymir was. Someone who considered this act, declared as torture, not a source of shame but a meaningless prank.
'Trying to rattle me with this ridiculous nonsense... I'm not going to... wait.'
In that instant, something forced its way between her lips.
The moment she felt something slimy drag across the inside of her mouth, the brow she'd furrowed in disgust smoothed out again.
'Th-this son of a bitch stuck his tongue...!'
Pressing their mouths together and then sliding his tongue inside—this, at the very least, lay beyond the bounds of Ymir's common knowledge.
For a woman who, until now, had focused solely on her research, sex was simply the act of pressing their genitals together and thrusting.
She knew something called foreplay existed, but she had never even imagined such vulgar acts existed.
'What is this...? This is....'
*Sluuurp, slurp.*
The instant his tongue coiled around hers as if violating it.
Amidst it, the breath she drew in through her nose was sucked straight out of her mouth and into his.
'Filthy....'
Yes, it was something she ought to clearly regard that way, and yet.
"Pwah!"
The moment their lips actually parted, she couldn't spit out a single curse at him, forced instead to focus on nothing but steadying her ragged breathing.
Wasn't it strange? Just pressing their lips together and tangling tongues had made her body flush with heat and her head spin dizzily.
"So, how was your first kiss?"
A low, murmured question followed as he watched Ymir's disheveled state.
Ymir, having given up on meeting his eyes, spoke cautiously in a strained voice.
"...There's nothing to have an opinion about."
She felt an impulse to wipe the saliva from her lips, but with her body restrained, there was no way she could do such a thing.
-*Gulp.*
In the end, she had no choice but to swallow the pooled saliva mixing with his.
"Filthy bastard."
She found it strange that it didn't make her nauseous, but that didn't change the words that followed.
Seeing this, Dave drew a playful smile and pressed the question.
"...Well, I suppose there's no way you'd feel good about a traitor touching your body."
Yes, in the end, his reason for tormenting her was nothing more than 'torture' designed to make her submit.
Any pleasure she felt from it was something she absolutely had to endure. And as long as she was aware of that, no matter how much he toyed with her or how much pleasure she felt, she would never give a positive answer.
At least, not with her mouth.
"But you know, even though your mouth says you hate it, your body's pretty honest, isn't it?"
"Wh-what...!!"
*Slick.* His hand went to her sex. Even without probing inside, a clear, viscous fluid was already palpable there.
"Did you get like this from me touching your breasts earlier? Or was it that kiss just now?"
*Ssss.*
A sneer pulled at his lips as Dave closed the distance between their faces once more.
"Pretending not to care, but deep down, you're secretly the lewd type, huh."
"There's no way that's— this is...! Mmph!!"
He pressed his mouth to hers and thrust his tongue inside again, but she felt it in more than just her mouth.
Because his hand had slipped into her sex and was beginning to stir inside her.
-*Squelch, squelch.*
Every time his finger crooked, her body flinched, and she felt her temperature gradually climbing.
"Hah, sto-stop it... something like this... aghk!"
A moan burst out the instant their lips finally parted. Before she knew it, he had moved behind her, probing her sex and groping her breasts at the same time.
Masses of flesh a single palm could never fully grasp.
But what she had always regarded as nothing but a hindrance now reacted sensitively to his touch.
'Wh-what is this.'
Every time his skin touched hers.
The more his fingers dug in as if gouging her flesh, the more he rolled her nipples between them—the more her breath quickened.
'My body's acting strange... this has never happened before....'
Ymir kept clamping her jaw shut somehow, every time it tried to fall open on its own.
The breath filling her lungs could barely escape through her nose, leaving a suffocating tightness in her chest.
"Are you feeling it?"
"Sto-stop it...."
What finally spilled from her lips wasn't a curse but a plea to stop. It was nothing more than a reflexive utterance, but from his perspective, it sounded like the prelude to surrender.
Realizing that the Grand Archmage, in the end, was nothing more than a single woman.
"Mmph!"
Savoring the sense of her corruption at that helpless sight, he kept their mouths sealed together while continuing to toy with her sex and her breasts.
A sticky, vulgar friction.
But Ymir was undeniably feeling it.
'Shit, what is this. Why, why does this feel so good....'
The moment she felt her mind gradually tilting toward the pleasure her body was generating.
'No, it doesn't feel good. This is anything but good!'
Even so, while desperately trying to deny it, the sensation of something racing up her spine began to assault her.
'But, something....'
The instant every nerve in her body stood on end and goosebumps rippled across her skin.
Her mind gradually turned pure white, and into that void, something pushed its way up, surging forth.
'Some-something's coming...!'
The orgasm that her body, heated by the sustained caresses, let loose.
The moment the Grand Archmage, utterly ignorant of sex until now, recognized her first climax.
"Mmpph, mmmmph!!!"
But now, with even the mouth meant to scream sealed shut.
All she could do was lean her body against him and shudder helplessly.
"...Nngh, mmnngh♥"
Finally, her mind went blank and the strength drained from Ymir's body, causing her to collapse against the man in front of her.
The friction of naked skin shifting under her weight.
Dave, having gently caught her body, smiled in satisfaction and, cradling her in his arms, carried her toward the bed.
"Did it feel good?"
Yet even then, his voice alone was tender, as if calling out to a lover.
Ymir, feeling revulsion from that coziness, belatedly came to her senses and, clutching the bedsheet, began glaring daggers at him.
"......You."
She had blanked out for a moment, but that was only because she'd been thrown into confusion. There was no way she would ever want this. Having her senses toyed with regardless of her will felt nothing but disgusting.
"While I was out of it, you were messing with my body, weren't you?"
And besides, wasn't this a sensation she had never even felt before?
The moment she recognized the truth of it, all she felt was her loathing for him redoubling.
"Now that's surprising. Usually, when women get teased like this, they start suspecting that maybe they're the perverted ones."
"Cut the bullshit. In the first place, it's blatantly obvious everything you do is targeting some specific reaction...."
Seated on the bed, Ymir glared at him with sharp eyes.
Yes, this man could take control of her mind. He could suppress her consciousness, leave only her unconscious self behind, and manipulate her body at will.
In the end, it was all just stimulating a physiological response that had been lying dormant. Any inclination toward this pleasure was, in the end, simply happening according to his wishes.
'I won't lose.'
And so, she was not disheartened.
If he intended to make her submit while leaving her ego intact, then she would have to endure all of it, hold out to the very end, and search for a chance to counterattack.
'To a filthy bastard like this... I'd rather die....'
But that moment of steeling her resolve internally and sharpening her vengeful fury was short-lived.
"......That's enough foreplay. It's about time we started."
"Started? Started what...."
"Turn around and get on all fours."
Her body moved effortlessly at the command.
By the time she had gotten on her hands and knees with her drained, trembling body, Dave had already positioned himself behind her, unfastened his pants, and revealed what was inside.
"For the record, it's true that I touched your body while you were unconscious, but I didn't insert it at all."
For a cock, it was tremendously large and stood rigidly upright.
"I wanted you to feel it yourself. The experience of something precious being lost, firsthand....."
Had he been looking forward to this moment just as much?
His dick, on the verge of seizing the Grand Archmage's chastity, was standing proudly erect to a degree incomparable to anything before.
***
Chastity.
A concept imbued with many layers of meaning. A woman's first time in particular, in and of itself, symbolized something special.
The Right of the First Night, where a feudal lord takes the virginity of a maiden from his domain. The ritual of preserving the first night's blood on a cloth. A woman's purity had proven its value time and again, both publicly and privately.
"...Go on, then."
But Ymir, in stark contrast to her earlier hostility, simply turned her head away from me and spoke in a dry voice.
Not even a speck of rage or fear could be felt in that attitude.
If anything, she looked almost relieved, as if she'd shaken off some burden.
"......Don't tell me you're bluffing?"
"Bluffing, my ass."
At that, Ymir let out a derisive laugh, as if telling him to cut the crap, and looked back at me.
"It's a body that can do nothing but dance in the palm of your hand... what else can I possibly do but endure?"
Was it resignation?
No, this was a provocation.
Because no matter what she spouted about surrender or anything else, in the end, I was the one standing here with my erection stiff, right before taking her virginity.
If my lust had swollen so grotesquely out of proportion, that meant my objective and my methods had diverged. It was only natural that she'd look down on a man who'd proudly declared he would violate her.
"......Heh, well then."
Instead, Ymir began to thrust her ass back toward me and shake it, as if daring me.
Seeing that, I felt dumbfounded, but at the same time, I could feel a creeping coldness overtaking my excited heart.
"Isn't this a bit too much, coming from a woman?"
To attach absolutely no value to a first experience that should be special, and instead throw out a provocation daring me to try.
Just what the hell did she think her virginity was worth? This woman.