Holy Knight Yohan (3)
Sophia found it hard to understand her own behavior.
Why am I acting like this?
When Yohan had sprawled out on the garden floor, she'd been furious. She'd explained everything point by point, and yet he'd flopped down like a child.
But the moment his bare skin peeked through as he thrashed about, her anger vanished as if washed away. She'd seen Yohan naked plenty of times, but the flesh glimpsed between clothes — after their relationship had become something more — was so devastating it short-circuited her reason.
Remembering the taste of his hard, rigid length in her mouth only made it worse. It was clearly an undignified display, yet somehow it even looked cute.
Why am I like this?
Flustered, Sophia only understood after hearing Cheonsol's words. She'd grown so used to Yohan's insane antics that something of this level no longer fazed her.
No — that alone didn't explain it. The small fondness she'd once reserved for a good minion had evolved into genuine affection and taken root in her chest.
Denying that fondness was no longer easy.
Dragging Yohan to her room after being spurred on by Cheonsol and Yohan's flirting, grabbing his cock under the pretext of punishment while showing him her breasts — all of it confirmed what Cheonsol had recognized in her heart. She was grateful her chest was large.
Otherwise, Yohan resting his head on her lap would have seen her face. She hadn't checked in a mirror, but with heat cooking her all the way to the crown of her head, she was surely a mess.
"Sophia…"
"Stay still!"
Yohan tilted his head slightly. Startled, Sophia bent forward at the waist.
Her natural man-catching traps locked him in place. Wedged deep in that valley, Yohan fully appreciated the power of a living restraint.
I don't want to get out.
Even if he suffocated, dying with his face buried in these would be a good death. He breathed against her, tickling her breasts.
"Heehee. That tickles."
Sophia finally couldn't endure the hot breath and straightened up.
"What a shame."
"What is?"
"Your breasts pulling away, Sophia. They felt so good."
"Is that so?"
So the breasts are fine, but the cock isn't good enough — is that it? Hurt, Sophia wanted to punish him.
He doesn't even know what kind of feelings I'm touching him with! Truthfully, Sophia didn't fully know either.
Soft hands glided over his cock. Sophia recalled a post she'd seen on the goddess-only forum.
There are probably plenty of goddesses who've had sex with a halfway decent minion. Pregnancy odds are extremely low, after all. Pick and choose from a whole planet and you'll find ones that match your tastes. It's an open secret.
But men are arrogant creatures — once you give them your body even once, they start climbing all over you. You need to hone your techniques for when that happens.
There are methods using tools and feet, but for beginners, I'll start with hand techniques…
Back when she'd still been a virgin, Sophia had left a scathing comment on that post.
But the day she sucked Yohan's cock, she went back, deleted the hate comment, and hit recommend.
She hadn't known it before joining the Game of the Gods, but it was a truly educational piece of writing.
It said to start with the head, right?
When Yohan touched her breasts or played with her nipples, it felt good and her sensitivity climbed higher and higher — men were the same when they received caresses.
The most effective place to raise that sensitivity was the glans. Sophia used her soft palm to gently stimulate the head of his cock.
She brushed across the mushroom-capped tip, then lightly squeezed to pass along her warmth, tickled with her fingertips, then used her whole palm again.
"Hah. Hahh!"
At some point Yohan's breathing turned ragged. Sophia smiled with pure delight.
This is fun!
It felt like she was piloting him by moving a magic stick, and that was fun. Good reactions always got the blood pumping.
Sophia left the head and slowly stroked the full length of his shaft.
"Sophia…"
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes… it does… please, give me permission."
"For what?"
Yohan lunged and bit down on her breast. Sophia flinched reflexively as his mouth closed over the nipple through her bra.
"Nngh!"
Her body tensed, and her grip on his cock tightened hard. Thanks to his Iron Man talent, Yohan's cock was sturdy enough that he didn't even notice.
"You're not refusing. I'll undo the bra too."
"W-wait…"
Yohan gave her small resistance no quarter. One hand kneaded her breast while the other reached behind her and unhooked the clasp.
Her pure white, luscious breasts spilled free. Yohan felt the urge to leave footprints across a snow-covered plain.
He sucked.
"Nn."
"Your breasts are really beautiful too, Sophia."
"Yohan, seriously. I told you not to touch — this is punishment."
"How am I supposed to hold back when such pretty breasts are swaying right in front of my face? You couldn't hold back looking at my cock either."
"You little—!"
Furious, Sophia squeezed his cock hard. Feeling the pain, Yohan apologized at once.
"I'm sorry! I was wrong!"
"Do it again and you're really in trouble?"
"Yes, yes."
Sophia eased her grip and resumed the handjob. As he suckled at her breasts, Yohan suddenly realized what position this was.
Come to think of it, this is a nursing handjob.
The fact that Sophia wasn't pregnant and therefore had no milk was a profound disappointment.
When I get back, I'll make Cheonsol give me a real nursing handjob.
"Yohan. Are you not focusing?"
Sophia, who had instinctively sensed that the man whose cock she was holding was thinking about another woman, issued a quiet warning.
Yohan answered by sucking hard on her breast. Pleasure shot up from her heavy soft flesh and made Sophia shudder.
"Haaah…"
It felt so good her legs nearly gave out. Thank goodness she was sitting on the bed. If she'd been standing, she would have collapsed for sure.
Pleasure-soaked, Sophia's handjob changed. The regular strokes she'd learned from the post turned irregular.
"Kh…"
Yohan, who had been holding back his climax by adapting to the steady rhythm, let out a groan at the sudden ambush. Finishing just like this would wound his pride.
Determined to make Sophia come before he did, he toyed with her breasts. The techniques he'd honed while forcing Evrande and the Death Knight Cha-cha, and while having sex with Cheonsol, went to work.
With his skilled hands added to the mix, Sophia's body trembled violently.
"Haaah. Hnn. Haaang."
"Mm. Mmh. Do your breasts feel that good?"
Yohan, obsessively licking her nipples, provoked her. Sophia, eyes softly closed in pleasure, answered back.
"You suck on breasts way too hard, Yohan. Like a baby."
"What kind of baby is this big?"
"The way you were flailing your arms and legs earlier looked pretty baby-like, though?"
Yohan lost his words. The aftershock of having his finishing move dismantled lingered far too long.
"Heheheh. Little Yohan. Does mama taste that good? Want some mama? Mama?"
Sophia mocked him, rubbing her breasts all over his face. Buried almost completely, Yohan moved his mouth desperately just to breathe.
"Mmph. Mmph."
"Hnnngh♥"
Sophia came from the sheer desperation of Yohan sucking at her breast. At the same moment, her minion erupted, shooting his seed.
Hot cum sprayed up like a fountain and fell. Sophia's hand was left coated in it.
"Haauu… Baby Yohan came so much. Did it feel that good?"
Sophia waved her hand as if teasing him. She showed off the cum-smeared palm, then pinched her index finger and thumb together and pulled them apart, drawing sticky threads.
"Coming this much, and all."
Sophia put on the smile she'd practiced from the forum post. She laughed in a seductive, sultry way and licked her hand so her tongue was fully on display.
It tastes good…
She was briefly moved by the taste of his cum, then snapped back to herself and pressed the provocation further.
"Did it feel that good, huh?"
"Yes."
Yohan couldn't just let her provocation slide. The way she was teasing him was so erotic that his cock sprang straight back up.
Erection
"Yohan?"
Having activated Holy Magic, Yohan pulled Sophia into his arms. His dangling, swaying cock thumped against the inside of her thighs.
"Sophia. I was barely holding back, and then you go and act like that…"
Yohan had never held anything back. He simply did whatever he wanted.
"Wait! Yohan! Just a second!"
Yohan pretended not to hear and kissed her. The moment his tongue pushed in, strength drained from Sophia's body.
"Haung. Haaung."
As their tongues tangled, Sophia's reason floated away. She wanted to keep kissing like this for hours.
Then Yohan rubbed against her pussy, and she snapped back to herself. She swung her leg and kicked him away.
"Guh!"
"Not yet!"
Yohan slammed into the wall and coughed hard. Caught with a wet pussy, Sophia was so flustered she didn't even check how he was.
"I-it's too soon. Okay? Let's stop here for today."
Yohan barely managed the searing pain knifing through his gut. He used Self-Healing to mend the damage, then licked his lips.
Not yet, she says.
Which meant next time was fine.
"Today we stop here… Next time we can go a little further, right?"
"Uh, uh? Y-yeess. Right?"
"It's a promise."
He had no idea exactly when the day they had sex would arrive — but he had a strong feeling it wouldn't be far off.