Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Sieri's First Touch
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"Th... ah..."
"Sieri?"
"I mean..."
"Sieri."
Sieri was hesitating. Even seeing her like that aroused me. This nun, who had never once bared her intimate parts to any man, was on the verge of being defiled by me right now.
Sieri dropped her gaze as our eyes met, her hands letting go of my trouser waistband. She spoke.
"What... do you want to do?"
I told her,
"For starters, could you lift your hips a bit?"
Sieri raised her body slightly to make it easier for me to remove her pants. The rubber-band waistband slid effortlessly to the floor. Her pure white panties and smooth thighs came into full view at once. Sieri clamped her thighs tightly together, as if afraid her privates might show. The Y-shaped valley between her legs and the faint edge of her panties peeking from under her shirt stirred my lust.
I stripped off my own pants and underwear. My erect member sprang up right in front of Sieri's eyes. The moment I dropped my pants, she covered her eyes and turned her head away. I took her hand and guided it toward my cock. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly placed her hand on it.
The instant Sieri's hand touched me, both of us flinched at the unfamiliar sensation. My cock, veins bulging with arousal, twitched at her touch. Sieri prodded it cautiously with her fingers, like she was examining some curious creature, touching and then pulling away. I grabbed her wrist and made her grip it properly.
"Ha..."
A small moan escaped me unwittingly. Her slender, delicate fingers trembled as they wrapped around my dick, more than enough to satisfy my sense of conquest. As she bent slightly at the waist to hold it, I caught a glimpse of her cleavage through her shirt. I gently stroked her ass over her panties and said,
"Sieri. Move it for me."
"H-how?"
I held her wrist and guided her in a gentle up-and-down motion. Her soft, fragile fingers glided along my shaft, then pressed against the veins and skin as they slid back up. The movement was agonizingly slow, pausing after each stroke as if she were worried about hurting me.
"You can go faster."
"L-like this?"
Sieri used her wrist to pick up the pace a little. The flesh-on-flesh brushing sent lewd tingles through my whole body. I stopped kneading her ass and reached for her thighs instead. Since she was leaning against me, it was hard to target her pussy.
Sieri frowned uncomfortably as I placed my hand on her thigh. No matter how I tried to slip inward, it was pressed between her belly and thighs, making it tough to reach. I moved my hand back to her ass. This time, instead of just kneading, I slipped it under the bed.
"Eut..."
As my fingers slid under the bed to stroke her labia, Sieri unconsciously tightened her grip. The slight squeeze sent a mix of pressure and pleasure through my cock. I slowly rubbed the mound pressed between her thighs with my fingers and said,
"Sieri. Why don't you come stand in front of me?"
"Like this?"
Sieri stood in front of me, still holding my dick. To her awkward stance, I said,
"Yeah, just like that—keep moving."
Sieri resumed her slow strokes from before. I slipped my hand between her parted legs, opened by her bent waist. Even over her panties, I could feel the softness of her mound. I traced the slit with my palm, then used my fingers to rub around her entrance this way and that. Sieri gave a subtle expression, glanced at me briefly, then focused back on her task.
The slit felt tightly closed even through her panties. If I tried shoving in now, neither of us would enjoy it properly, and it might ruin things with Sieri. Properly fucking her would have to wait until I loosened this up a bit.
She'd never even masturbated before, so even as she worked my cock, she wasn't feeling much pleasure. If anything, she seemed uncomfortable with me rubbing between her legs.
I stopped teasing her pussy and withdrew my hand. Any more, and her favorability might drop.
"Sieri. A bit faster, please."
"Like this?"
Sieri sped up while asking with a worried face. Each downward stroke made a soft tap, tap as flesh met flesh. She looked concerned about hurting me with her motions. That genuinely anxious expression made me exhale again.
"Ah... It's, it's fine..."
I was on the verge of cumming, so I grimaced in response. Seeing my face, Sieri moved to stop, but I grabbed her shoulders and said,
"Keep... keep going. Faster..."
Sieri's hand pumped my cock even quicker, ravaging it wildly up and down. The brutal teasing made it throb like it was about to explode. I let out groans, breathing raggedly. Precum drooled out, soaking down to the base. Sieri eyed the sticky fluid with unease.
"It's... fine... It's just from feeling good... Keep going... Ngh..."
"Ah... Okay..."
Precum now slicked her palm, acting as lube. Her smoother strokes accelerated further. Sticky flesh-slapping sounds filled the heated room.
"Ngh...!"
"Ah...!"
Semen erupted from the tip, splattering across Sieri's face. She stared blankly at the white fluid on her face and hand. Still standing, I cast a spell to wipe it off and said,
"That's... just what comes out when I feel good."
"So, did I... do... well?"
"Yes, Sieri. You did great."
I patted her back, praising her. She seemed unsure what she'd even done, but my approval brought a proud look to her face. I told her,
"Sieri. This time we spent together stays a secret from others. Got it?"
"Yes, my Lord."
After cleaning her face, I sent her off, assuaging my lingering regrets. I wanted to try more, but it was only the first day. Like aging fine wine, slowly savoring one person had its own appeal.
The night passed like that. I spent some time pondering what fun things I'd do with Sieri next.
From morning, Aira was sweeping and scrubbing the mansion corridors. After the Penance March, she trembled at the thought of even stepping onto the mansion grounds. So I'd assigned her to cleaning the first floor. Aira tackled it with the zeal of someone born for housework, and at night, she served me like a natural-born whore.
The mansion servants didn't mind someone else doing their chores. She'd come as a 'maid' anyway, so they took her cleaning in stride. As punishment, it was perfectly fitting work.
Aira's unexpectedly smooth adaptation to mansion life filled me with a priestly sense of pride. She'd been a con artist, yet here she was, reborn as an upstanding, honest woman. Today too, after finishing cleaning, she'd service me from under my desk in the study.
"My Lord."
Lost in admiring her cleaning from behind, I'd stopped in the middle of the hall when Robin approached. I schooled my face to neutrality and looked at him.
"What is it, Robin?"
"I have a report."
"Speak."
"Last night, there was a murder in the village. We need a trial for the suspect."
The lord oversaw everything in the territory. Minor nuisances were handled by knights or guards via edicts, but big cases like murders or bandit groups required the lord's direct judgment. Peta territory was small, so trials were rare, but in such places, you had to handle each one carefully. People exploited any weakness.
I tried not to show annoyance in front of Robin. 'Lucius' would wear a regretful expression here and say,
"How tragic. A murder. Who committed such a horrific crime?"
"Do you remember from the Penance March? The man who disrupted Aira's march and beat her."
"Yes. I know of him."
That's why I'd chosen him. Of course I knew. Hearing he'd murdered made me nod instinctively. When he'd whipped Aira, she'd nearly died several times. Without my healing, he surely would've killed her. It had worked out for my plans, but he wasn't fit for my territory.
"He beat his wife to death."
"Tragic. Did he often beat her?"
"Yes. He was a nasty piece of work... Always clashing with neighbors too."
In this world's guards had no authority over domestic matters. It was a porn game world, after all. If I married Sieri, they couldn't stop me from anal sex or S&M play, no matter how aroused they got watching.
Even if I beat Sieri half to death, as long as she survived, guards couldn't arrest me. It wasn't neglect until she died—that was the issue. They could only issue 'personal warnings' at most.
"Is everything prepared, then?"
Even in this rural territory, trials needed structure: the 'criminal,' the sentencing 'lord,' and testifying witnesses. Robin said,
"Five people have already gathered to testify against his crimes."
He'd caused trouble before, so they probably wanted him dead this time. I understood that.
"Then let's go."
I left the mansion with Robin. The scene was already rowdy. Villagers argued over who would testify first to the lord. Guards tried soothing the witnesses, but they ignored them.
The commotion died down only when I arrived. I surveyed the area. In the corner, the wife-killer sat bound with rope, sobbing.