16. Interlocking
"...Hehe."
Jane was doodling in her notebook with sparkling eyes. Having been busy lately, she was about to receive a hefty sum from Miss Marian and could expect days off soon.
She was practically bursting with excitement.
In the morning, she'd boldly purchased new clothes that had just arrived! For lunch, she planned to eat whatever she wanted at Mr. Bread's restaurant!
Note: She'd be dining alone.
Then she'd take a walk to digest while buying various things she wanted,
and return home before sunset to 'masturbate'...!
"Hehehe."
Recently, Jane had grown quite attached to her boyfriend (tentative name). Here, 'tentative name' literally meant his name hadn't been decided yet.
The Cabesiri Workshop's prototype dildo.
As someone with authority as a front manager, Jane had managed to take one home. What made this special was that unlike ordinary wooden toys circulating in the market, this was a type of magical tool.
This too could be called an innovation.
Just like the onahole, the very idea of using magic tools to create adult products seemed groundbreaking in this world. The notion of mages making such vulgar things was beyond comprehension.
Some magic is practical, some beautiful, and some even sublime.
The prevailing perception had been that "Magic and vulgarity don't mix."
This newly created dildo featured temperature control, adjustable length to match the user's vaginal size, vibration functions, and even piston movement capabilities.
...Just imagining it made her lower abdomen tingle.
Jane glanced toward the hallway with Room 1.
"Huh? Hasn't it been quite some time...?"
Only then did she check the clock on the counter. Over an hour had already passed since that female guest entered Room 1.
With her experience, Jane had developed a peculiar specialty. Utterly useless yet remarkable - she could identify who was moaning just by hearing the sounds echoing through the hall.
Sitting in the brothel hall meant hearing others' sex sounds all day whether she liked it or not. Jane's recent obsession with the dildo was an extension of this.
Jane set down her pen and pricked up her ears.
"Haaah, ugh...! Wait, mhm! Th-there, not there...!"
"Haaak, haaa... No more... Ooohk!"
Clearly Noah's voice.
Jane shook her head in disbelief.
"Wow... How long are they going at it in there?"
Clearly a woman had entered.
What could possibly be happening between women to produce those sounds? Maybe that innocent face hides incredible hand techniques...?
For men, one ejaculation was the rule.
What about women?
Thus began Jane's flourishing fantasies. Simultaneously, her panties began gradually dampening. Her groin grew hot, making her cross and uncross her legs while fidgeting with her pen...
===
"Heeek, hek... hek... ugh..."
Not an ounce of strength remained in my body.
Impossible to gauge how much time had passed or how many times I'd climaxed. Without even the strength to close my mouth, drool dripped between my lips.
My voice had been hoarse for so long that metallic tones mixed with my moans.
Fixed against the wall - more precisely, my waist hung suspended in the wall's hole. Had I not been restrained like this, I'd have faceplanted onto the floor long ago.
Thump!
"Ah, aahk!"
With every pelvic-pounding thrust, my breasts swayed violently. The sight of my elongated breasts swinging back and forth was mesmerizing despite being my own body.
What a vicious creature...
My overheated body climaxed with every thrust, vision whitening out. I felt myself growing stupider by the second. The dignified elven mage speech I'd maintained had long disappeared.
Just a female animal slurring "No, no..." while surrendering to instinct.
That was me now.
Isabella spoke from behind the wall, glans buried deep against my cervix:
"Master-nim, I think I'm getting the hang of it. You seem to like... when I thrust here like this. Right?"
"Ah, aah, ack!"
No chance to answer.
The moment she changed angles and thrust near my cervix—
"Ooohk, ohk, oooohk..."
My pussy clenched tightly as another prolonged climax hit.
"You said my cock was the best, right? Incomparable to other men's."
"...Mmm, haa, haa..."
"I think I understand Master-nim well now."
What, what are you saying...
"If sex feels this good, I'll do better for you. If you want this pounding every day... I'll give it to you anytime. So you'll never even think of other men..."
[You know how to be filial? Pound it in daily...]
A meme from my past life flashed through my mind.
Stupid thought.
Ah, fuck. Don't know.
Why does this feel so good despite her clumsy thrusts... Sex feels so fucking gooood...
Every ridge of her cock branding itself into me...
Going crazy. Why won't you cum? My pussy can't be loose... I'll tighten. I'll squeeze tight so cum already...
Cock. Couldn't think of anything but cock.
"Like this! Soaking your pussy... feels good, right!"
"Haaak, hahk... So gooood...!"
"Every time you played mean tricks on me... Do you know how much I endured!!! You perverted Master-nim!"
Slap! Slap! Slap—!
"Ah, aaaang! Mhm, mmhm! Aah, aaa!"
In my flickering consciousness, a thought surfaced. How much had I missed out on until now?
From now on... I want raw sex like this...
Never again with that stupid sensory blocking...
Three years wasted...!
"Kkeuk! Master-nim... I, I can't hold... back anymore!"
"Ooooooohk!!"
Though escape was impossible anyway, Isabella gripped Noah's pelvis with full force.
The glans twitching inside her vagina.
The cock shaft engorged with blood.
She physically felt the male instinct to breed within her female body. And in response, her female instinct unconsciously arched her back to receive the seed.
As Isabella's pubic bone pressed flush against her buttocks—
Squelch!
"Ah, aaaah...!"
"Masteeeer-niiiiim!!!"
Isabella's single ejaculation after two hours of buildup. An enormous volume of semen violently battered her cervix.
That fullness...
Aah—
White flashes dotted her vision as consciousness snapped.
===
"...Ah, ugh."
A familiar ceiling greeted her upon waking.
Then came full-body muscle pain. Groaning at sunlight pouring through the window, she barely managed to sit up.
Someone had moved her to a bed in a private room.
As her mind cleared, last night's memories flashed by like a slideshow. Herself impaled on her disciple's cock, drooling. Shamelessly chanting "Cock good" repeatedly.
"...Fuck."
Noah rarely swore while pretending to be a dignified elf, but the curse escaped naturally.
Of course, it was a 'fuck' loaded with multiple meanings.
Bewilderment, feeling screwed, yet not entirely terrible since it felt good, mixed with slight regret about wanting more... A complex cocktail of emotions.
Noah examined herself.
"Did Jane work hard to help me?"
She'd been moved to bed wearing only underwear. Only Jane or Marian could enter this room, so likely Jane.
But without Clean Magic...
She could only wipe visible areas and dress her.
Peeking inside her panties confirmed it.
Traces leaking onto her underwear. Naturally, Jane wasn't obligated to clean Noah's pussy. Moving her here was already her best effort.
(Note: Upon seeing semen from Noah's pussy, Jane assumed she'd mistaken Isabella's gender. A pretty man who's good at sex. She later resolved to subtly recommend Isabella as a dildo model to Noah, imagining how amazing his cock must be to reduce Noah to this state.)
Then, squelch—
Thinned semen flowed from her clenched pussy.
"My my... What a sight."
Noah got up and snapped her fingers.
Magic swept through her body, erasing all traces from last night. Though it couldn't cleanse the awkward feelings, her body felt lighter.
Noah hurriedly dressed, thinking:
'First eat, then think. Returning to the church can wait until I assess the situation...'
Pulling her robe low, she waited until Jane left the hall before quietly exiting. Somehow facing Jane felt awkward now.
But immediately upon leaving the brothel,
"...Hup."
"Master-nim."
She encountered someone even more awkward.
Leaning against the wall near the brothel, staring hollowly at the ground - Isabella. Apparently she hadn't returned home after their encounter, judging by the time.
With a haggard face suggesting sleeplessness... Isabella strode decisively forward.
Noah flinched and stepped back, but her wrist was immediately grabbed.
"Ah, no. Um, the reason I was doing this here..."
"I'm sooooorryyyy!"
"...Huh?"
Rendering Noah's frantic excuse-making pointless, Isabella bowed 90 degrees while shouting.
Had post-nut clarity hit her...?
"I... How dare I do that to Master-nim...!"
Isabella's shoulders trembled violently. Was this really the same person who'd devoured her hours ago...?
'Is she crying?'
Exhaling softly, Noah carefully grasped Isabella's shoulders. Forcing her head up revealed a tear-streaked face.
...A face perfectly suited to short silver bobbed hair.
She really was beautiful.
Though Isabella had cut her hair short and worn men's clothes for her disguise, Noah only saw a beautiful woman.
(Hiding that monstrosity in her pants!)
Noah averted her gaze awkwardly and fake-coughed.
"...Ahem. First, shall we have breakfast?"
"Huh?"
"You've waited here all night, so you must be hungry. There's an early-opening restaurant nearby. We both... have much to discuss."
"Y-yes..."
Noah took the lead like she was fleeing,
and Isabella immediately followed.
Though Noah awkwardly acted mature by taking initiative, a hierarchy had already formed between them. Neither seemed aware yet...
When Isabella closed the distance with quick steps, Noah unconsciously flinched and stepped ahead. When Isabella walked beside her, Noah unconsciously sidestepped away.
Noah, the female shrinking before the strong male who'd devoured her.
Thus they walked silently through Bellua's dawn streets.