Chapter 705: Daily Life
Chapter 705: Daily Life
“Kekekekeke.”
“Don’t laugh like a pervert! You pervert!”
As I approached her with a perverted smile, holding my hands out and wiggling my fingers, Sara shot me a look of disgust and berated me.
Of course, for people in this line of work, being berated by a beauty like Sara is a reward… Ah, no. That’s not it. I knew her reaction was just a playful protest, so I wasn’t discouraged at all.
Besides, I was the one with the upper hand right now.
“And now, the Hero Sara was about to be thoroughly trained by that very pervert.”
“I’m not going to be trained! Stop saying weird things!”
“Hmph. You never know until you try. Just you watch. I’ll definitely succeed! I’ll make that pretty mouth of yours say my magnificent… Ouch! Ouch!”
“Why are you getting so fired up over something so pointless?! Wait! Kyaa! Are you really going to do it?!”
As I burned with passion and was about to say something obscene, Sara’s palms slapped against my chest.
She didn’t imbue her hands with any mana, but still, a touch from the Hero stung a little.
Can’t be helped. The only way to treat these faint handprints on my chest is with some Healing Sex!
I wrapped one arm around Sara’s waist and slipped my other hand inside her pants.
When I pressed on without backing down, Sara looked at me with trembling eyes, her expression pleading for me to say it was all a joke.
Of course, I was completely serious.
I pulled her closer with the arm around her waist. Then, I took my hand out of her pants, lifted her chin, and called her name with a serious expression.
“Sara, listen carefully.”
“W-What is it?”
“When it comes to sex, I don’t joke. Never. Absolutely never!”
Kuh. Well said.
A man’s got to have this much spirit.
“Why are you saying things like that with such a needlessly handsome look on your face?!”
Unlike me, who was getting high on my own words, Sara just looked dumbfounded.
But she was also blushing slightly, which must have meant my expression really was handsome.
It’s a little weird to say it myself, but to think I’m handsome even in a situation like this…
Just how much does she like me, anyway?
Well, I like her just as much.
“Because it was a cool thing to say.”
Even as I was thinking this, my mouth kept spouting nonsense in a serious voice.
“It’s not cool!”
“Oh? Then let’s try again. Kekekeke. How should I train you today? I’ll make it so you can’t live without my thing… Mmph! Hey! I was just setting the mood!”
As I dropped my handsome expression and tried to spout more obscenities in a vile voice, Sara grabbed a pillow and started whacking me in the face.
Of course, it didn’t hurt at all.
“I don’t care! Do whatever you want!”
As if she couldn’t bear the embarrassment of the training play that was about to begin, Sara threw the pillow roughly onto the head of the bed, buried her face in it, and flopped down on her stomach.
She seemed to be saying that she wouldn’t actively participate in this training play, so if I wanted to do it, I’d have to do it all myself.
I don’t think it’s anything to be that embarrassed about.
We’ve already done similar training play several times through our master and maid roleplay.
I figured what we were about to do wasn’t all that different.
Is it a matter of phrasing? Was the problem that I used the word “training” directly?
Or was she more embarrassed because we weren’t acting out a pre-decided scenario this time?
Or maybe… is she deliberately playing along like this?
After all, training play isn’t much fun if the other person is too submissive.
It’s more satisfying to do the training when they’re being a little defiant like this.
And since Sara has experience from our maid roleplay, she must know that as well.
With that in mind, I looked at Sara, who was lying perfectly straight on her stomach with her face buried in the pillow.
Come to think of it, she was in almost the exact same position this afternoon.
Is she really doing this on purpose?
Alright. Since we’re at it, shall I do it in the same position again?
Even if Sara really wasn’t in the mood, doing it this way might make her remember what happened this afternoon and get her excited faster.
“Ngh!”
First, I placed both hands on Sara’s butt and kneaded it gently.
Even through her pants, the feeling of Sara’s perfectly soft and firm butt spread through my hands.
It’s perfect every time I touch it.
A butt that’s perfect not just in appearance, but in texture too. As expected of a woman whose weakness is her ass.
No. That probably doesn’t have anything to do with it.
Anyway, as my hands freely kneaded her butt without any restraint, Sara’s hips trembled for a brief moment.
But that was the extent of Sara’s reaction.
She didn’t try to stop my hands or anything; she just kept her face buried in the pillow and quietly accepted my touch.
Just as she’d said—do whatever you want—it seemed she had no intention of cooperating, but no intention of resisting either.
But how long could she keep that up?
Just as I was vividly feeling the texture of her butt through her skinny jeans, Sara must have been vividly feeling my touch as well.
While kneading her butt with both hands in a wide, rubbing motion, I extended my thumbs and moved them toward the crease where her thighs met her hips.
And as I massaged the inside of her thighs, careful to just barely avoid her vulva, her butt trembled once more.
I hadn’t even touched her there, so maybe it was natural, but her reaction was still a little weak.
Unsatisfied with her reaction, this time I lightly poked the very center of her butt with my thumb.
That’s right. Exactly where her asshole would be.
“Hyeut!”
The moment I did, Sara’s back arched like a bow and her hips lifted slightly.
Of course, Sara immediately lowered her hips again, maintaining her straight, prone position on the bed as if nothing had happened.
But it was too late. She had already reacted.
Her butt is still her weak point, after all.
I kept my thumb pressed against her asshole and began to move it in a slow, massaging circle.
“Hngh… Nn… Un… Nngh… Nn…”
In response to the stimulation, a series of suppressed moans escaped from where her face was buried in the pillow, as if she was desperately trying to hold back.
But if she could hold it back, it wouldn’t be a weak point.
As I continued to knead her butt with one hand and stimulate her anus with the thumb of the other, Sara’s hips began to rise and fall slightly.
To put an end to this sluggish back-and-forth, I waited for the moment her hips rose again and channeled a faint bit of Saint’s Touch into the thumb stimulating her anus.
“Hhhnnngh!”
A high-pitched moan immediately escaped Sara’s lips, and at the same time, her butt shot high into the air.
I didn’t think I’d used Saint’s Touch that strongly.
Her ass being a weak point was part of it, but even taking that into account, her reaction was much better than I expected.
Then again, it had been a while since she’d experienced my skills firsthand.
Was it because it had been so long that she wasn’t used to it?
This training play might turn out to be more fun than I thought.
I grinned as I looked at Sara, who had her butt raised high in the air as if she were expecting to be taken from behind.
Because this position was the result of a surprise attack while she was lying flat, her legs were pressed neatly together, unlike how she usually spread them for doggy style.
And holding her butt up with her legs together like that had the effect of emphasizing her apple-bottom hips, filling me with the urge to rip her pants right off.
But I knew full well that in the role of the trainer, being impatient would only ruin things.
Not that I’ve ever actually trained anyone before, mind you.
Believe it or not, I was amazing before I came to this world.
…In a game, that is.
Anyway, for that reason, I didn’t rush. I just placed a hand on Sara’s raised butt and stroked it gently.
Like I was praising a child and patting her on the head.
“Sara, what’s with this pose? You told me to do whatever I want, so I thought you weren’t going to cooperate.”
“Grr…!”
When I said that in a slightly provocative tone, Sara lifted her head from the pillow and looked back at me with a slightly vexed expression.
But, perhaps realizing that any answer she gave would only please me more, Sara whipped her head back around and buried her face in the pillow again.
She then tried to lower her hips, but I stopped her by supporting her lower abdomen with my hand.
She’s in such a good position, it’d be a waste not to take advantage of it.
“Whoa there. Not so fast. Stay just like that.”
Then, using the hand supporting her stomach, I unbuckled her pants and slowly pulled them down.
It was quite difficult to pull her pants down since her legs were pressed tightly together, but that only made the slow reveal of her bare skin all the more tantalizing.
First, the Apostle’s Seal I had personally engraved on her came into view, followed by the gradual reveal of her pale white butt.
And when I pulled her pants down to the middle of her ass, her cute little anus, which had just been stimulated, came into view, twitching and trembling.
I’d sensed it when I was touching her through her pants, but it seemed she had washed up and prepared herself before coming to the room.
After pulling her pants down that far, I paused for a moment, pondering.
To recreate the scene from this afternoon, I should have pulled her pants down until her vulva was exposed, but I had a feeling that this pose, with only her anus showing, was good in its own right.
Besides, as if she were secretly anticipating it, Sara’s anus was twitching as she subtly shifted her hips from side to side.
No. Was she shifting her hips, or… was she rubbing her thighs together?
Could she really be this turned on just from being in a pose where only her anus is showing?
But for that to be the reason, she seemed a little too excited…
“Hnngh… Nn… What are you doing?”
As I remained motionless, just staring at her butt, Sara spoke to me in a slightly desperate voice.
She really is turned on. And her anus is even more… Ah! Saint’s Touch! That was it!
Come to think of it, it’s been so long since I used Saint’s Touch on one of the girls that I’d forgotten for a moment.
The arousal keeps building up until I make them climax, right?
Her reaction when I used the skill earlier was pretty good, but it was hardly enough to bring her to orgasm.
I hadn’t planned it, but since things turned out this way, I might as well make good use of it.
“Why? Are you disappointed that I’m not doing anything?”
“…Not really.”
I said teasingly as I stroked her butt, and Sara replied in a sullen voice.
But her voice was clearly that of someone holding something back.
It had been a while, and my Saint level had risen tremendously in that time.
It was only natural that she’d have a hard time enduring it.
“If you want me to do something, why don’t you ask me yourself?”
“Nngh… I-I told you! It’s not like… Ngh!”
Even as she spoke in that defiant tone, Sara’s thighs were rubbing together more and more desperately.
I don’t think there’s any point in resisting in a situation like this.
Well, it’s not that I don’t understand.
Normally, Sara might have obediently asked for it.
But in a situation like today, where I’d announced we were doing “training play” beforehand, asking for it would make it seem like she was asking because she’d been successfully trained.
“Hmm. Really?”
“Of course I… Hnngh!”
So Sara seemed determined to maintain her defiant attitude and refuse to ask for it herself, but I had no intention of letting this opportunity slip by.
I deliberately asked a meaningless question, and in the gap when Sara’s guard was slightly lowered as she answered, I slipped the first knuckle of my index finger into her anus.