15. Drunkenness
It was utterly unbelievable. Truly, really...
That beautiful, noble, and renowned elven mage Noah...
Stripping completely naked, bewitched by a man, spreading her legs to show him her genitals? All that dignified, aloof appearance and grace vanished as her face flushed crimson while she stuck out her butt...
Her lovely face and demure demeanor completely disappeared as she spread her buttcheeks like a horny monkey, panting like a beast while exposing her swollen, crimson pussy...
Vulgarly gaping her anhole without hesitation to show some worthless man?
And that man shoving his cock into her pussy and thrusting his hips?
... Of course, Elise wasn't imagining things using such crude and explicit vocabulary.
But the general idea was probably similar. Maybe.
Elise pressed herself flat against the peeling wall. The creaking bed sounds traveled through the paper-thin walls. She pressed her stomach against the surface, fixating her gaze through the crack between walls.
Gulp.
Yes.
Elise was peeping on the neighboring room.
And now, beyond that wall...
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[Current Status: Heat (Strong)]
I must've unconsciously wanted this to happen. Ever since Isabella grabbed my waist and pulled me close.
That's why I drank.
I made her drink heavily too. Claiming she'd just sleep when returning to church anyway. Pour it, drink it... "If your teacher drinks this much, you should too," I urged.
This dutiful disciple who obeys her teacher's every word kept drinking despite her low alcohol tolerance. She probably never imagined what I was plotting.
Truthfully, even I didn't fully understand my own thoughts.
Anyway, Argor was handled - dead drunk.
Elise... should at least return safely. Fed her moderately - handled.
Now supporting the heavily intoxicated Isabella myself, I quietly left the restaurant with her... heading to an inn deep in a secluded alley.
Staggering...
Hiding my face with a hood, I bluffed about not needing change to secure a room.
Creak, creak.
Thump, thump.
My heart pounded.
This was when some rationality probably returned. What exactly am I doing?
Why did I bring Isabella here...?
Even as these thoughts surfaced, my body kept moving. Step by step up the creaking stairs, opening the rusty lock on the decrepit door, entering the room alone with her, locking the door.
"...Tea...teacher..."
"Ibel."
I guided my drunken disciple to bed.
First made her sit. When she kept trying to lie down, I gripped her shoulders to force her upright before finally giving up and laying her down.
Gulp.
"It's stuffy..."
Probably due to alcohol. My body felt heavy and hot. So I first threw off my outer robe. Seeing Isabella looked uncomfortable too, I loosened her clothes slightly.
Reason versus instinct.
Remember - until now I'd teased Isabella with dirty jokes but never crossed that line. Keeping things within appropriate boundaries would've been best...
But instinctually, my eyes were fixed on Isabella's lips.
"Mmm... time to sleep... Seonsaengnim..."
"......"
Why are you whining like that.
With those delicious-looking lips.
Are you trying to seduce me?
Why do those lips look so irresistibly tasty...
Sitting astride Isabella's stomach in this position, I leaned down.
Peck. A light first kiss.
Despite mentally repeating "I shouldn't do this" and "Must maintain teacher's dignity" dozens, hundreds of times until now.
A mere kiss. That single act snapped the thread of reason.
I leaned down again to kiss Isabella's lips. Longer this time.
Her breath and lips both carried the scent of alcohol.
"Haa... haa..."
I pulled my lips away.
My hand immediately slipped inside Isabella's clothes. The warmth felt good. So I pushed them up. Maybe wanting to feel skin rather than fabric?
Then appeared the cumbersome-looking binding cloth.
Her squeezed breasts spilling out... so lewd...
"Hngkt..."
"Can't sleep comfortably like this. Let me undo it."
Carefully unwrapping the bindings. Apparently uncomfortable, Isabella let out a soft moan.
This defenseless appearance.
After all this, you'll just lie still? Touched by this, I kissed her lips again. Peck. Then trailed kisses down her jawline. Peck on her nape. Down her cleavage for another peck.
... Peck, peck, peck around her nipples.
Then fully removed her top. For good measure, I took off mine too. Annoyed, I threw everything aside.
Now left - pants.
Slowly, very slowly pulled them down. Underwear came off together.
Then, plop.
"...Big."
Faced with this cock, what should I (as a woman?) do now.
Why did I undress her again?
Seeing the dick made my mind blank again. What's important? Some philosophical... wait, huh?
By the time I realized what to do, my hand was already gripping the cock. Very gently. Palm spread wide to fully envelop it.
That cute dick I'd jerked off countless times before.
To briefly share my thoughts in this situation:
I consider myself open-minded about female-female relationships. Though saying this in this body might... no, nevermind.
Women can date women. Mhm.
At least, I couldn't picture myself dating a man.
Then how would we have sex, you might ask.
— Wow, two pussies.
Would we need to rub them together fiercely enough to melt the Arctic? Never tried it, not sure if it'd feel good.
Lovers should have good sexual compatibility too, right?
Platonic relationships aren't my style.
In that sense, Isabella met good conditions. Pretty face. Big breasts. Nice ass to grab. And... equipped with a dick.
Not some monstrous cock like the Hero's. Not small either. Decently sized. Moderation is best.
If this female x female relationship happens, I wish I had the dick instead...
But can't be helped.
My aversion to penetrative sex vanished long ago.
Not sure how Isabella would react if she knew my secret...
But expect me to hold back now?
Unreasonable.
Though I'd denied it inwardly, I admit - after all "that work," cock sex felt good.
Raised my hips while kneeling.
Stupidly struggled with removing pants. The bothersome fabric snagged on my thighs as I clumsily moved on the creaking bed...
Finally removed the panties too.
The crotch fabric was already soaked through and glistening. Meaning my body was fully prepared.
Head hot, body hot.
Not the best state for sound judgment. Thus, my actions didn't stop.
Threw pants and panties aside with a flick...
Gripped the cock tightly with my left hand. Burning hot.
"...Seonsaengnim... what are you..."
Isabella, eyes glazed from intoxication, looked up at me and stupidly asked.
Idiot?
What do you think I'm trying to do?
I brought you here to fuck you.
"...Sorry. Can't hold back. Fuck."
Pressed the glans perfectly against my sticky, slick pussy,
And slammed my hips down.
"—Haaauuuk!"
Raw insertion without numbing the sensation.
The impression was...
Fuck, feels good...
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Elise covered her mouth.
What was she witnessing? She couldn't tear her eyes away. The scene through the narrow crack seemed too surreal.
Would she ever experience such a dopamine rush again in her lifetime?
Lady Noah riding a male body while thrusting her hips?
And doing it so vulgarly.
Those breasts that enchanted countless men now bouncing wildly.
The strange part... the pinned body beneath her also had breasts. Was that even a man...?
Elise's knowledge contained no information about hermaphroditism, making this extremely confusing.
Was it a woman? A man...?
But the brief glimpse of male genitalia.
That was clearly a cock. Never seen one before but...!
No way a woman would have such a long rod attached?
Yet breasts were present. Focusing intensely through the crack, she could intermittently see the cock entering and withdrawing between Lady Noah and Ibel.
Meaning Lady Noah was impaling herself on it. Right. Hmm.
Gulp...
Elise studied Noah's face.
She looks extremely pleased. Does it feel that good? Lady Noah making such expressions...
No wonder - with her tongue slightly out, shaking her hips like an animal.
The illustrious elven mage Noah.
...No, she looked like a bitch in heat.
Slap! Slap! Slap—!
The obscenely audible sound of flesh colliding.
Had she misunderstood everything? Not Ibel trying to do something to Noah, but rather Noah doing it to Ibel...
Perhaps elves were actually extremely promiscuous,
And innocent youth Ibel got completely ensnared by one, now being devoured while drunk.
Plus one voyeuristic priestess watching them.
She still hadn't fully realized what she was doing. In this state, her hand slowly—
Slipped into her underwear and began masturbating. Not insertion - just timidly rubbing her clitoris.