12. Entangled Relationships
12. Entangled Relationships
If you're going to muster courage, you should do it all the way, really.
"Ah, aah! I'm sorry! Wh-what have I done...!"
"Hmm..."
Isabella, belatedly realizing what she had done, turned pale and let out a scream.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot! What kind of disgraceful act before my Master! I should cut this off right away!"
This was a warehouse cluttered with various tools.
Isabella brushed past me, rummaged through the boxes in the corner, and somehow managed to pull out a coping saw. With trembling hands, she squeezed her eyes shut, as if steeling herself for something.
Be that as it may,
I blankly opened and closed my palm a few times, lost in thought.
'Hmm, so that's how it was. I see.'
At least I found out why Isabella had been avoiding me. It wasn't because she disliked me. At least it didn't end with me being trash... Anyway, nice?
"Eeek!"
"Stop. I appreciate the sentiment, so let's put that dangerous object away."
"Huh? Ah, no... Master..."
I swiftly grabbed Isabella's wrist.
She was undoubtedly stronger than me, but she didn't resist and handed over the saw. Her strength drained away, and she slumped down, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes.
This feels like looking at a tamed puppy.
I helped her up and sat her on a suitable wooden crate. Then I bent my knees to lower myself to her eye level.
"As a Master, it's also necessary to listen to my disciple's worries. Just speak your mind openly."
"...Uuuh."
"It's between you and me, isn't it."
I whispered the last part softly, close to her ear. Her body twitched in response to my every action.
"...After all, we even bathed together."
It wasn't just bathing.
She was probably imagining all sorts of things from that one sentence. Her pupils darted around restlessly, her face turned beet red, and she looked utterly flustered.
Now that I think about it, the reason I went as far as 'that' in the bath might have been because I secretly liked her face.
Now that I know she's a woman, her face is definitely my type, I suppose.
A feeling closer to 'like' than 'dislike'. Of course, I'm not talking about something as lofty as love. More like, I feel sorry for her so I want to treat her well? And her face is decent? A bit of curiosity? The thought that women are still better than men?
All these thoughts tangled and intertwined complexly...
I interlaced my fingers with Isabella's left hand.
Isabella, with her eyes tightly shut, opened her mouth.
"It's... it's just. When Master is next to me like this, I just can't hold back anymore. Ever since that day..."
"You got an erection? It was hard."
"...Yes."
"Then, wouldn't masturbating solve it? Don't you masturbate? How many times have you done it since that day?" "I... I haven't done it at all..." "Not even once?"
Isabella nodded her head, seemingly embarrassed by my question.
Though a woman, possessing male genitalia meant she undoubtedly had the libido of a young adult male at this stage. Having been intimate with her, I could tell.
Far from being averse to sex, once aroused, her vigorous body would thrust relentlessly, seemingly without end.
And yet, she hadn't visited a brothel since then, nor masturbated even once in all these days.
"Why didn't you? Masturbation isn't shameful. Everyone does it. Even people who look like they never would probably sneak into their rooms and do it occasionally."
"...Master too?"
"Uh... hmm. I do it sometimes, I suppose."
Right after making the onahole, when I was almost in a constant state of arousal, it was so tough.
I don't do it that often now, but,
Did my answer comfort her? She stared at me intently, her red lips twitching.
"But..." "Finish your sentence."
I tightened my grip on our joined hands, not breaking eye contact.
In times like these, pushing forward is the answer. Don't give her a chance to escape, force an answer.
"I can't do it... Whenever I think of something lewd, I only end up thinking of Master... I feel, guilty..." "Guilty?" "It's wrong, isn't it? You became my Master, so how can I, your disciple, do such things while thinking of you..." "Pfft...!" "......"
Oops, I laughed.
At my laughter, Isabella hung her head low, her shoulders trembling.
Did it sound like I was mocking her?
That won't do. I just laughed because the reason was absurdly cute.
Before she got hurt by a mistaken assumption, I lifted Isabella's chin with my left hand. Made her look straight into my eyes.
To borrow a cliché expression,
Large, clear eyes glistening with tears.
A straight, prominent nose bridge.
Lips as red and plump as cherries.
Though she cut her hair short, perhaps wanting to appear masculine, seeing her this close up, it seemed she couldn't completely hide the beauty she was born with.
Even upon second look, her face is quite to my taste.
"Noah-nim... no, Master." "Stay still for a bit. I'm thinking." "......"
There were quite a few beautiful women around me.
Marian is a flawless beauty, as befits a noble lady. But if you look inside, she's an uncontrollable pervert.
Elise has a cute face, but she feels more like a younger sister than a woman. I only think of her as a rather cute kid.
Irene...
She has an older sister image and is a good person, but the subtly lecherous glint I feel every time we 'accidentally' shower together is a bit burdensome.
I just hope Jane works hard.
In that sense, Isabella, this kid, was quite good. She seemed appropriately innocent...
Above all, her lips look delicious.
Being in the dry warehouse, my lips felt chapped. Instinctively, I stuck out my tongue to lick them. Parted my lips slightly and exhaled.
Perhaps my breath tickled her nose, as Isabella flinched. But my hand still held her chin, preventing her from pulling away.
It occurs to me now,
It's been about three years since I came to this other world.
Though I've accumulated numerous sexual experiences, I've never once kissed anyone until now. I could handle sex, but I thought kissing was absolutely out of the question.
Even though Isabella has a dick,
She looked nothing but a woman to me. And it seems Isabella also views women as objects of sexual desire. In that sense, the situation is very favorable for me.
"Ibel." "...Yes, Master." "I had a commendable thought. That you think of me so much. Is it respect for your Master?" "Th-that is of course..." "Then, as your Master, I should give you a reward." "A re-reward?"
The moment she blinked with a puzzled look, I pulled Isabella's face toward me—mwah—and pressed my lips against hers.
"Uuuh...!"
I could feel her body jolt and tense up in surprise, but she couldn't bring herself to push me away, only flailing her hands. In that time, I slipped my tongue into her mouth.
How long has it been since I last kissed?
"Hahp... Schluup... Schluup..." "Ha, uuh... Uhp..."
Even recalling memories from my previous life, it was a distant memory I had to reach far back for. Not my first kiss, but the first kiss in this body. So I was also clumsy at kissing.
I held Isabella's flailing hands with both of mine, interlocking our fingers, and leaned in.
Our soft lips touched and rubbed, and I chased her fleeing tongue, scraping the roof of her mouth and gums as I moved my tongue.
Our breaths mingled, tickling each other's noses,
The only sounds in the warehouse were our sweetened breaths and the creaking of the wooden crate. And the air around us grew hot and feverish.
Schluup... schluup...
The sound of sucking tongues. The sound of swallowing lips.
The sound of drinking Isabella's saliva. The sound of my mouth overflowing, forcing me to swallow her saliva.
Even if I was clumsy, I couldn't be clumsier than Isabella, so taking the lead was easy.
Kissing her almost aggressively...
I opened my eyes slightly.
Her eyes were still tightly shut, her face still bright red. I thought she looked quite cute. I also felt like tormenting her.
So I lowered our interlocked left hands together. Without hesitation, I slid them—swish—into Isabella's pants.
Isabella jolted in shock and her tightly shut eyes flew open, but I curled the corner of my mouth and instead swallowed her lips, blocking her mouth.
"......!" "Hahp—"
Where do you think you're going.
A disciple just needs to stay still.
As if swallowing her fleeing lips.
And inside her pants, I grabbed her erect cock with our joined hands and gently, gently...
Below, holding and shaking her cock,
Above, a kiss sucking her tongue.
What an easy kid. Isabella's eyes grew hazy and unfocused without putting up even a hint of resistance. If she's like this from just a kiss, how hard must it have been for her to hold back until now.
...Right now, I am an understanding Master.
Isabella, who wants love. A pitiful child.
I can give love to Isabella. However, I'm not sure if it's the 'love' she desires. Love naturally comes in many forms.
Agape is love, philia is love, storge is love, eros is love.
In this case, it's the love a Master can give, with a dash of erotic love mixed in.
Schlurp—
Seeming out of breath, I pulled my lips away for a moment. A transparent string of saliva stretched between our lips. As Isabella moved her lips as if to say something, the thin line snapped with a 'pop'.
Holding her cock with our joined hands, I gently stroked the glans and whispered in her ear.
"If masturbating alone is difficult, I can help you out like this from time to time. It's just masturbation, isn't it? Think of it as sex education for my disciple." "M-Master..." "More than that." "Hup...!"
I tightly gripped the shaft of her cock.
"How was the kiss?" "......"
Isabella couldn't answer.
"You don't know?" "Yes... it was too sudden... I don't know what was what..."
I wonder if this kid knows that such clumsy reactions only stimulate my sadistic tendencies.
I chuckled softly and pulled my face away from her ear.
"Then let's do it one more time, and this time think carefully about how it was." "...U, uuhp?!"
I pressed my lips against hers once more.