Chapter 38
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Eirin Arrives Early in the Morning
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The morning after I got to meet Sophia and Ella.
Earlier than usual, Emma wakes me up.
'Ugh... Yesterday, I lost count of how many times I came inside Ella and Sophia all day long.
Even after sending Ella away, I kept filling Sophia's womb with semen until it bulged like a potbelly...'
"Mmgh... What's going on? Emma, you wouldn't wake me up for something trivial..."
"Yes, Master. Lady Eirin came to the annex first thing this morning.
I told her you were still sleeping, but she insisted on waiting quietly inside..."
'Ugh, even Eirin's timing pisses me off. What a pain.'
Thinking of Eirin brings to mind the suggestion I implanted four days ago, when I first started her mana erosion in earnest.
'Right... Every time she thinks of Ella, she thinks of me too.
Mixed with her unique mana, my mana would have heightened her sensitivity far beyond normal.
If she's been masturbating while picturing Ella every time... With her climaxes blocked, she must have spent four days in frustrated agony.
Yeah... Just seeing me should make her squirt like crazy. If I fuck her all day today, she'll be completely submissive.
Perfect timing coming early in the morning. I'll train you anytime, anywhere. Good girl.'
Seeing me lost in thought, Emma quietly kneels by the bed, waiting for my response.
Her obedient demeanor pleases me, so I stroke her brown hair.
"Where's Eirin right now?"
"Yes. I guided her to the study first and served her a slice of ciabatta and a cup of caffè latte while she waits."
Emma really shines at things like this more than sexual service. She's got a real knack for it.
"Alright, I'll head to the study to deal with Eirin, so prepare breakfast.
We'll eat together with her today."
"Yes, right away, Master."
Emma bows and leaves the bedroom.
I enter the study to find Eirin, who had started to stand from her chair at the table, sitting back down and crossing her legs instead.
It's not the haughty pose of crossed legs—more like she's tensing her thighs to hold something back.
She glares at me as I sit, her side ponytail framing a red sweater and black miniskirt.
Straining her thighs while crossing her legs has flushed her face red, and she speaks deliberately, staccato, to hide her trembling body.
"You're here? You sleep pretty late, huh? The maids in the mansion always get up early.
Isn't that too lazy for a commoner?"
'Huh? Why's she back to her pre-training attitude? Did she overcome the mana erosion on her own?
Her body's condition says otherwise.'
I deliberately lower my voice to reply.
"Eirin. Now that you're my student, didn't we agree you'd use polite speech?"
Eirin tilts her chin up, snorts, and folds her arms.
"So what if you lower your voice? Think it makes you look stern? I thought it over at home, okay?
No matter what, there's a status difference. I don't wanna use polite speech with you!
But since you're kinda my teacher, I've been respecting that and not calling you out for your rude tone anymore. You should be grateful!
And! Three days ago, when I came over, you used my sister's lesson as an excuse not to see me. The next day, you were out of the annex entirely.
Yesterday! My sister, fresh from your lesson, told me not to come. Huh? Do you even plan to teach me?"
'She tried to come every day... Got sulky because she couldn't see me?'
After spilling all that in a rush, Eirin stands in anger, points at me with her finger, then hurriedly sits back down.
Sweat glistens on her face and neck.
'Just standing up makes her pussy leak love juices. Lewd girl—even if you hide it, I see right through you.'
"I did say come anytime, so I'm sorry for being so busy.
But Eirin, aren't you really hot right now? You're sweating buckets."
Suddenly, she drops both hands to her thighs and hangs her head.
"N-No! Lately, my body's been so hot. Every time my mana circulates, it burns... No! I'm dying from the heat.
You said you'd help if I had any problems? So I came specially to see you, but you wouldn't even meet me..."
Eirin stammers with her head down.
I stand and move behind her seated form, gently massaging her shoulders.
Drip... drip...
At my touch, her strength fails, her thighs part,
and the overflowing juices that had already soaked her panties trickle down her thighs.
"Ah... Aah, don't look! This isn't...! It's not pee. It wasn't like this until just now, but the moment I saw you—haht!"
'Her pent-up lust, unable to release, overflowed the second she saw me.
Wait, 'me'? Not Ella, but me causing this reaction...
Because of the suggestion, every time she thinks of Ella, she thinks of me too...
Looks like some of that lust for Ella transferred to me.'
I ignore Eirin as she tries to cover her crotch with her hand and curl up, continuing the shoulder massage.
"I know, so don't overreact. How's that? Doesn't the massage ease the heat a bit?"
Feeling the sweat stop, Eirin starts to turn her head toward me.
I gently guide her head forward again.
"Ignore whatever's coming out of your body. Sit straight and just feel my touch. It'll ease that frustration a little."
'Of course, it has nothing to do with the massage.
It's the effect from stroking the mana movements stimulating her sensitivity with my hands.'
Eirin sits up straight and takes deep breaths.
Hoo... hoo...
"You... really have some skill? Doesn't mean I'll use polite speech, though..."
'Yeah, yeah. Talk all you want. It'll make your true submission feel even better.'
"If you're calmed down a bit, Emma's prepared breakfast. Let's eat and talk. Come on."
"You...! After seeing the nobles' meals in the main house last time, you still suggest that?
Think I'd be satisfied with commoner food like yours? I'd rather starve!"
"The menu's simple, but it's made by 'Emma,' so it'll taste as good as that dessert last time. If not, wait here."
I say that and walk out toward the dining room without waiting for her response.
As I open the door and head to the dining room, I hear hurried footsteps behind me,
then feel a hand grab my shirt.
"Hey! Think you're all that just 'cause you're my teacher? Why walk ahead without listening to me!
F-Fine... since it's Emma's effort, I'll eat it this once."
Turning at her words, I see Eirin's flushed face turned aside.
'The second my hands left her shoulders, her body's heating up again, huh? Try holding out through breakfast.'
We sit at the dining table together, and Emma begins serving.
Today's menu is unusually simple, considering what Emma usually prepares.
Bacon, fried eggs, sautéed tomatoes and mushrooms, baked beans—all on one plate per person.
In the center of the table, a basket with toasted bread, butter, and a few jams—that's it.
'Typical servant breakfast. She probably made it this way on purpose so Eirin could experience it since she's eating with us.'
Across from me, Eirin stares blankly at the single-plate meal.
"Emma! You expect me to fill my stomach with this?
This is 'breakfast'! It's not supposed to be this simple!"
'What, does "meal" hold some sacred meaning for nobles? No idea what she's on about. Arrogant brat.'
"Lady, you came so suddenly, I couldn't prepare a meal befitting your status.
We always eat something like this. Please bear with it just this once."
"Eirin. Even if it's not satisfying, you came to me because you need help now, right?
Please stop throwing tantrums and eat quietly. At least during meals..."
Thud.
As Emma and I take turns speaking, Eirin grips her fork handle and slams it on the table once, then quietly starts eating.
Once she begins, Eirin doesn't say a word, focusing intently on her food.
'...Crazy girl, turns out it tastes good after all? Or... is she unable to lift her head because her pussy's leaking again?'
Eirin empties her plate, spreads jam and butter on the toasts from the basket, eats them all, and finally looks at me again.
"W-Well... not bad for commoner food. Ahem!"
Emma brings her financiers and drip coffee.
Eirin bites into a financier, wets her lips with coffee, then praises Emma.
"As expected! Emma, you definitely have a talent for desserts! Ha... I wish I could take you as my exclusive maid. Such a shame."
Even as she speaks deliberately, Eirin subtly twists her body.
'Under the table, her legs must be rubbing her thighs together, straining to hold back the leaking juices.'
After breakfast, we return to the study, and I lay Eirin down on the lounge chair.
On the way back, unable to endure her heated body,
her legs wobbled with every step, love juices trailing down her thighs—she needed Emma's support.
Humiliated by the process, the now more polite Eirin speaks up from the lounge chair.
"I... I'll be okay, right? Lately, thoughts of my sister won't stop, and my body won't calm down.
But coming here today made it worse... Except when you massaged my shoulders earlier."
A little thought would reveal last lesson as the trigger,
and she'd blame me—but with a significant portion of her unique mana mixed with mine, and perceptual alteration underway, Eirin can't even think it was me.
Lying there looking at me, her body heats up more; her breathing grows ragged.
"Haa... haa... Hurry, do that massage again... Haa haa, my body's so hot."
Lying down, Eirin rubs her crotch with her thighs and hugs herself with both arms.
"You use polite speech when asking your teacher, right?"
"...Please. Teacher, help me."