15. Drunkenness
Slap, slap, slap— Thump, thump, thump—!
The bed creaked. Perhaps enough to shake the entire second floor. But the person involved showed no sign of shame or hesitation as they continued thrusting their hips.
"Haaahk, huk... huk, huk...!"
Their mouth hung open with tongue lolling out.
It felt like their lungs were burning. But they couldn't stop. No—they didn't want to stop. This situation where they'd laid their drunken disciple—who couldn't even keep their eyes open—on the bed and mounted them like a bitch in heat.
"...Ugh, uuugh... Master...?"
"S-sorry... haa... hak!"
Though aided by alcohol, this was still essentially me fucking my disciple of my own will. I might regret it when sober tomorrow morning, but how could I stop in this situation?
When it feels this good.
Sex really does feel amazing.
Why had I been blocking these sensations with magic until now?
Cock, cock... cock, cock...!
It was a night approaching winter. Naked without a stitch of clothing, I should have been cold—but my constant movement left no room for such thoughts.
Slap, slap, slap!
"Huuuk, huuk... huuk..."
I pistoned my fully erect cock into her pussy. Moving purely on instinct.
Where should I rub to feel even better?
I pressed my ass flush against Isabella's pelvis, grinding in circles. The glans scraping against just the right spot—Ah... Ah... Aaah!
A minor climax hit me there.
Then I felt the insertion point wasn't stimulated enough...
Placing my hands on the bed, I leaned forward. Lifted my hips high before slamming down—Thump, thump!
"Oo, oooook?!"
Deeper...
Stabbing much deeper than before. Was this what it felt like to reach the cervix? That forbidden deep place being knocked by the cockhead...
My whole body trembled as pleasure spread to my toes.
When my balance faltered... I spotted perfect handholds. Grabbed Isabella's breasts with both hands.
What an admirable disciple—not resisting at all. Truly.
Now that I think about it,
How long had it been since I touched breasts like these?
(My own don't count.)
Does the grass look greener? These felt softer and more palm-filling than mine...
Maybe being a futanari isn't so bad?
You get breasts up top. A cock down below. Pleasure points at both ends.
Isabella seemed unable to accept her body, calling it a curse...
But honestly, it felt like a waste. If it were me, I'd have fucked everyone in sight with this.
"Haa, haak... hak...!"
Everything below my waist was melting into pleasure.
The softness in my hands and the heavy pressure filling me below. Intoxicated by dual pleasures, I mindlessly rocked my hips.
How long was I spaced out?
Drool dripped from my gaping mouth before plopping between her cleavage.
"......"
"Oook... ok..."
"......"
"Ah... ah... fuck... insane... good, so good!"
I 'think' I spent a long time straddling Isabella's pelvis like that. I say 'think' because I lost all sense of time.
Couldn't count how many times I came.
Drunkenness. Heat. Primal pleasure.
Creak, creak... slap, slap... squeak, squeak... thump, thump...
"Huuu..."
Such pleasurable sex.
But there was a problem. My thighs were cramping. My back felt broken. Neck stiff. Even after being wrung dry by pleasure...
The reason I couldn't stop:
I hadn't made Isabella cum yet.
"When... huk... will you... huk... cum...?"
She never took this long during handjobs. Must be the alcohol.
Yet her cock's hardness remained impressive.
Squeak, squeak, squeak—
The squelching sounds revealed how messy our joining was, but my hips had reached their limit.
Thud.
I collapsed onto Isabella, chest to chest. Nipples brushed skin. Naturally, I buried my face in her neck.
"Huu... huu..."
"......"
"Still... not moving...?"
The cock remained sheathed inside.
Personally, I'd enjoyed myself enough. But seeing it through felt like my duty.
With face still buried...
I wiggled just my hips.
Squeak, squeak...
Squeak, squeak...
Squeak...
Squeak...
...
===
"Uuugh. My head..."
Harsh sunlight streamed through window cracks.
Isabella clutched her splitting head as she slowly sat up. Mouth parched. Head pounding. A vicious hangover had arrived.
She dazedly scanned her surroundings.
'...Where am I?'
Not the familiar ceiling where she'd meant to sleep. A strange odor hung in the air. Something faintly musky...
She vaguely remembered drinking everything Master offered at Mr. Bread's Restaurant last night...
"Huh?"
She glanced downward.
Naked. Completely naked. Her chest binding had vanished, leaving breasts fully exposed.
Isabella gasped and yanked the blanket to her chest. She'd never slept naked even in her own room, fearing exposure.
"How did I end up undressed...?"
Scratching her confused head, Isabella patted the bed—her fingers brushed something soft.
Squish.
Squish...?
A sense of wrongness struck her.
Oversized bed. Blanket too large for one. And... someone beneath it.
Isabella cautiously flipped the covers aside.
"......"
Pale shoulders peeking through disheveled silver hair.
Breasts flattened sideways.
A bare ass protruding shamelessly from the blanket.
"Master...?"
She fully removed the blanket. Morning light revealed every detail of the naked body—unsurprisingly, not even underwear covered it.
Complete with morning wood.
"Hii, hiik!"
She inspected the body. Red marks dotted the breasts, but Isabella's inexperienced eyes skipped over them. Far more obvious evidence...
"Sniff, sniff..."
The smell of semen.
Undoubtedly the source of the room's lingering odor.
"Uuun... Cold..."
"......"
Master curled up from the chill, rolling sideways—presenting her ass toward Isabella.
Gulp...
Trembling hands dared to reach between Master's buttocks. Pure intuition—the answer to last night's events seemed to lie there.
"?!"
She dared touch Master's genitals.
Sticky. Wet. When she pulled back, something stringy clung to her fingers.
She sniffed it. Sniff.
Unmistakable—definitely semen.
"...Eh? Eeeh?"
An unbelievable situation. Had she used alcohol as an excuse to lay hands on Master?
'Did I... do that to Master?'
She clutched her head. No memories surfaced. If only she could remember something to explain...
One thing was clear—they'd done it.
"......"
Should she wake Master?
Flustered and dry-mouthed, she flailed until her gaze landed on Noah's ass. Putting aside its lewdness... something felt familiar.
"The mole..."
A mole on the right buttock.
She'd seen it while bathing together, but seeing it clearly now sparked recognition.
Coincidence?
She'd only seen two women's bare asses. What were the odds of identical mole placement?
"...What am I thinking."
Isabella shook her head.
No way Master is No. 1.
Then—
"Haaaam... uuugh, my head..."
Noah awoke. She stretched luxuriously, casually turning her head—their eyes met.
"I-Ibel. You're awake."
"Yes..."
No etiquette existed for master and disciple waking naked together after sex. Especially not in Isabella's education.
As the adult(?), Noah rose first.
"Um. Last night we were both drunk..."
"......"
Both had been too intoxicated for rational thought. Only now sober, Noah could think clearly again.
[Clean]
Avoiding Isabella's gaze, Noah flicked her fingers.
Simple magic erased last night's evidence. If only memories could be wiped too.
Both knew without speaking—this room had witnessed intense male-female sex.
Noah gathered scattered clothes.
"Here, get dressed first. You'll catch cold."
"......"
Each touch while wrapping Isabella's chest bindings seemed to intensely stimulate her.
Face flushing...
Their eyes drifted downward—to the cock standing stiffer than morning wood.
"......"
"......"
Breaking the awkward silence, Noah spoke first.
"If... it's uncomfortable, I could handle your morning wood..."
"I-I'm fine!!!"
Isabella shrieked, snatching clothes from Noah's hands. She haphazardly wrapped her chest, threw on clothes, stuffed legs into pants, then—
"I'll go first! See you at the church, Master!"
BAM—!
The inn door slammed shut as Isabella fled. Alone, Noah scratched her messy hair and muttered by the bed.
"...What now."
Hopeless, but she couldn't stay. Noah finished dressing and left.
Creak, creak...
Her footsteps echoed through the old hallway.
Long after both descended, a neighboring door squeaked open.
"What in the world did I just witness?"
Elise looked utterly haggard—as if she hadn't slept at all.