Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Sieri's Awakening
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"It's okay, Sieri. Today, I'm going to make you feel good."
"Feel good?"
"Have you ever masturbated by yourself?"
"No..."
"Do you even know what that is?"
"No..."
In the original story, this innocent girl ended up getting taken by that fat blond NTR lord bastard. I inwardly cursed the original owner of this body, Lucius, once again. How the hell do you fail to seal the deal with a girl like this?
I placed my hand over Sieri's panties. I could feel the slit beneath the fabric. Yesterday had been awkward, forcing sensations on her in an uncomfortable position when she wasn't used to any of it, so it was no wonder she hadn't enjoyed it. But today, I planned to focus solely on pleasuring her in the most relaxed pose possible.
Handjobs are great, and oral is too, but you have to loosen up the main event first if you want to get the most out of it. I pressed my fingers lightly against the white cloth, sinking it into her folds, and moved my hand up and down.
"Ngh."
Sieri let out a subtle moan, her face twisting at the unfamiliar pressure in her lower abdomen. I supported her lower back with my other hand, gently pushing her hips forward each time I applied pressure. It created the illusion that she was masturbating against my fingers, our movements syncing naturally.
I didn't ask how it felt. Sieri had her eyes closed, searching for whatever "feeling good" meant as I guided her. To keep her from developing any aversion to this, I moved my hand and her hips as slowly and gently as possible.
"Hoo..."
A few minutes passed like that. For the first time, Sieri let out an aroused breath. I could feel her white panties growing damp along the shape of her slit. I pressed harder on the wet spot and nibbled her earlobe.
"Eek..."
Sieri jolted in surprise and glared at me. As her face flushed with embarrassment, I gradually increased the speed of my hand. Her expression twisted subtly as she stared at me, then she closed her eyes and began breathing heavily.
I lifted her hips with one hand and rubbed her mound more forcefully with the other. Each stroke over her slit transmitted that unique texture and her twitching reactions straight to me.
"Hngh... Haa... Ahh..."
Sieri moaned and clutched at my collar. She yanked on it as if trying to rip my clothes off, enduring the pleasure. I asked,
"What's wrong?"
"I don't... know... Hngh... Haa..."
Sieri buried her face in my chest. She tried to close her legs to escape my hand. I pushed my fingers deeper, assaulting her pussy. Her soaked underwear had long since lost its purpose.
"Ahh... Yes... Hnngh..."
Sieri kept her face pressed into my chest, but she was clearly enjoying my touch. Her ears turning bright red proved it. I pulled her panties down. The drenched fabric clung to her thighs before peeling away with a long string of arousal. Halfway down her thighs, I caught sight of a thick bush of pubic hair.
Come to think of it, a girl who doesn't even know about masturbation wouldn't shave either.
I snapped out of it for a moment, then accepted it. No wonder it had felt a bit prickly even over her panties. I'd have to get Aira to help her shave later.
Shoving aside the shock from her jungle, I plunged my hand into the underbrush like Indiana Jones. Her entrance was hot and humid, twitching invitingly as if begging for a man.
That narrow, delicate gap was still far too tight to accommodate a cock. If I jammed it in now in my excitement, it'd be a disaster. Ignoring my raging lust and the righteous demands of my throbbing erection, I slowly slid a finger between her folds.
"Haa... Ngh..."
Sieri moaned and twisted her hips slightly. Even I was surprised by the pressure gripping my finger. Her insides were incredibly tight—squeezing so hard it was tough to move even one finger. I slid it in and out slowly, gauging her reactions.
"Hnn... Ah... Ahh... Aah... Ahh!"
Sieri's face had gone blank as she surrendered to the pleasure. If I gradually worked in more fingers like this, power bottom vanilla sex with her might not be a pipe dream. I pushed her twitching hips forward again and crooked my finger slightly, scraping along her inner walls.
"Ahk!"
The intense stimulation on her sensitive walls made her cry out louder than before, her body shuddering. I probed different spots inside her slowly, searching for the most sensitive areas. Sieri writhed like a martial arts master hit with pressure points, reacting differently each time.
Honestly, if I wasn't thinking about her favorability, I could've played with her like this all day—her responses were that fun.
After toying with her fingers for a bit, I zeroed in on the spot that got the biggest reaction and tormented it. When I lightly tapped her clit peeking from her parted folds, Sieri arched her back and let out a moan.
"Haah...! Hnn... L-Lord... this is...! Hnngh...!"
With my fingers now thoroughly stirring her insides and teasing her exposed clit, Sieri was completely lost. Like a small bird caught by a hunter, her heart pounded as she entrusted her body to me. Her gaze wandered blankly, and her hands yanked wildly at my priestly robes, nearly tearing them.
"Lord... Lord... Ngh... Ah... Aah... Aaah...!"
Sieri let out a pitiful cry and met my eyes. She clutched my collar, then bowed her head again to endure the pleasure. The bedsheets were soaked in her lewd fluids.
Squelch, squelch. The room filled with her moans and obscene wet sounds. With fluids overflowing and mating in full swing, my room was no different from a beast-filled lake during breeding season.
"Ah... Aahk!"
Sieri's body tensed as she finally climaxed. Collapsing onto the bed, her limbs trembled lightly. She wore a puzzled expression, as if she had no idea what had just happened to her.
The bed was drenched. Her soaked lower half made it feel like she'd committed some grave offense against the sheets. Realizing her state belatedly, Sieri tried to sit up abruptly. But her legs were numb, and her attempt just ended with her collapsing back into me.
I stroked her hair and said,
"Next time, try it by yourself, Sieri. Got it?"
"B-By myself?"
"But don't do it in front of others, and only when you're alone—no matter how good it feels. Always do it in front of me. Understand?"
"Y-Yes..."
Sieri's hand drifted toward her crotch but paused. Developing sexual desire is like poking a hole in a sturdy dam. Once the water flows, it gushes uncontrollably. I'd torn down one layer of her mental walls, so now she had no choice but to walk down an irreversible path, step by step.
Gripping her panties in my hand, I watched her pull on her pants from behind, lost in those thoughts. Night was deepening, so Sieri needed to head to bed. Personally, I wanted her to stay and sleep with me, but she refused, saying it was too embarrassing.
For the record, the Great Heavenly God Church's rule about "touch a nun and you're fucked" only applies to rape. It doesn't cover consensual relations between believers. My encounters with both Aira and Sieri were fully consensual, so no issues there.
Sure, rumors of me being a lecher might spread,
but now I was pondering how to quench my burning lust. Should I jerk off alone for the first time in a while, or head to Aira's room? Caught in that happy dilemma, I decided it'd be better to visit Aira than sulk alone in my room. Right then—
Someone knocked on the door. I realized the room still reeked from our recent lewd activities. I hurriedly opened the window before the guest entered and called out,
"Who is it?"
"Knight Captain Robin. I have urgent news to report."
"What is it?"
Robin flung the door open and said,
"A prophecy has come down: the Demon King will revive."
"Oh? That's a big deal."
I replied indifferently. I was wondering when it'd happen, and here it is. Still, I'd crushed all the potential problems, so nothing to worry about. It even felt like the revival was timed perfectly after I'd cleared the threats. I nudged the mace in the corner of my room with my foot and said to Robin,
"Prepare yourself, Robin."
It was finally time to become the hero.
"Fuck."
Hero, huh? I'd said I wanted to be one, but I might die here. Sitting atop an ogre's corpse, I muttered a curse under my breath. Smoke rose from all directions. The groans of wounded soldiers being carried away echoed everywhere.
"Are you alright, my Lord?"
Robin was running over from afar. A few orcs and goblins lay mangled around him like meat chunks. The stench of burning bodies hung thick in the air. Soldiers dragged the wounded to the rear while torching enemy corpses. Monsters could turn undead, so they had to be burned quickly.
Go catch the Demon King? I once dreamed of that too. In the original plan, I'd smash the head of the noble trying to unseal him by now and earn the title of hero. But starting the day after I heard the news, monsters suddenly swarmed this territory. No chance to slip away.
Thinking back, during the game, this mid-game territory was monster-infested, but when I first arrived, there wasn't a single one. It must spawn monsters as the Demon King revives. My overconfidence was the problem. I clicked my tongue and slammed my mace into the ground.
"My Lord. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Sieri. Take care of the other wounded first."
Of course, I could've left if I really tried. But as lord, abandoning my people to chase the Demon King would leave no one to defend here. A round trip would take a week—short in peacetime, an eternity with sudden monster surges.
Enough time for a neighboring lord to seize command and claim the territory. Between getting NTR'd and becoming a hero, I chose the latter.
To be precise, people were calling me a hero now—just limited to this territory. Over the past month, waiting for the actual hero, I'd been smashing monsters around the domain. I couldn't go solo, so once the hero arrived, at least I could buff him.
A month of that. Mid-story area meant average monster levels over 20. Under my command and buffs, relentlessly hunting them raised my level from 36 to 45, and Robin's from 20 to 30.
But despite the soaring levels, I was growing exhausted from these endless monsters crawling out of nowhere. When was the last time I returned to the mansion? Felt like over a week.
Sieri tended to the soldiers' wounds with a haggard face. Robin slumped on the ground, dozing off. We were all at our limits. Rushing from one alert to the next across the territory—no wonder the fatigue piled up. I asked Robin,