Learning Night
She knelt as ordered, but the inexplicable humiliation of the position made Euphemia try to rise.
Press!
“Hngh!”
But Ferzen's large hand bore down on her shoulder, forcing her half-lifted hips back to the floor.
“Come a little closer.”
His voice was so imperious that she couldn't even voice a complaint about her throbbing shoulder. Euphemia carefully shuffled her knees forward.
“……”
Now positioned between Ferzen's legs, her eye level left her with no choice but to stare directly at his groin. It was embarrassing enough without being a pervert—gawking at a man's most private place—so Euphemia bowed her head deeply.
“Lift your head.”
But Ferzen wouldn't allow her to evade. Still, Euphemia hesitated.
“If you don't like it, we can go to the bed.”
With that, Ferzen rose from the chair and took a step forward without a hint of hesitation.
But he hadn't gone more than a few steps before he stopped.
“W-Wait… just a moment…!”
Euphemia had grabbed the hem of his pants with her slender fingers.
For a fleeting moment, he wondered just how desperately she would cling if he shook her off…
“……”
But Ferzen obediently sat back down in the chair.
In the lingering silence, only Euphemia's face—forced to stare at his groin—grew gradually redder.
In truth, ever since Ferzen had decided to impregnate Euphemia, there was no grand reason to indulge her flimsy excuses. A woman's fertile window was about five days centered on ovulation—two days before and after. Skipping one day of internal ejaculation wouldn't derail his plans. Worst case, he could couple with her without fail starting tomorrow.
But Euphemia had no way of knowing that. As long as he avoided penetration, she would obediently follow his lead tonight, at least.
Ferzen intended to exploit that, grinding down her self-esteem even further. And if tonight's events etched themselves into her memory as something she could never refuse in bed, it would be killing two birds with one stone.
Kindness without reason always came with thorns. This woman is too naive, he thought.
With that, Ferzen broke the persistent silence.
“Euphemia. Do you plan to keep me up all night like this? I don't think you're that innocent. But if you're still hesitating… I can give you a push.”
Ferzen took both of Euphemia's hands and placed them between his legs. She reflexively tensed her fingers, but relented midway—afraid that resisting again would lead him to truly drag her to the bed and recreate that night of drowning in pleasure.
Fine. At least…
This time, anyone could see it wasn't Ferzen aggressively sating his lust. There was no room for Euphemia's own will here.
Finding scant comfort in that fact, she slowly unbuttoned his waistband—the fastener keeping his pants in place—and then…
Slide.
…pulled down his undergarments.
“Why…”
But seeing Ferzen's manhood, not even slightly erect, Euphemia couldn't hide her bewilderment.
“Did you think I turn into some beast in heat just looking at you?”
“……”
Even his flat tone felt like a condescending sneer from his lofty gaze.
“Kneeling between a man's legs, what grand scheme are you plotting that makes you so sluggish?”
Urged on by his subtle prodding, Euphemia bit her lip and reached out.
She had no experience touching a man's member directly, so the sensation felt utterly alien.
Little by little…
…it grew. Less stroking up and down than clumsy kneading, but Ferzen's manhood swelled bit by bit.
That was it, though. No matter how much she pushed past her shame and moved her hand, it stayed half-erect, still limp and floppy.
She didn't want to compare, but she knew full well how much harder and hotter it had filled her without a gap.
That realization made her feel poignantly unappealing as a woman, as if it whispered her lack of allure.
“You're truly talentless. Not even white—you're just nothing.”
“I never wanted praise from you for bedroom skills, so… that's a relief, at least.”
“If you're going to keep fumbling like that… yes. Your mouth might be better.”
“What… Ah!”
Ferzen seized her hand and pulled, drawing her face toward his groin.
“N-No…!”
The bizarre, squishy texture brushed her cheek, and Euphemia recoiled in horror. But his low whisper in her ear—this was her last chance—made her relent. Hesitantly, she slowly buried her face.
“D-Doesn't it… smell? Do you even wash properly?”
There was no smell, really. Or rather, there was—a faint lavender scent. He'd just bathed, so the aroma of the oil lingered.
But Euphemia fabricated the complaint, hoping to make him feel even a shred of shame.
“If you can pierce the oil's scent and pick out my natural one… well, you'd have to be a dog.”
“No, that's not…”
“Euphemia. Are you claiming you're a bitch in heat right now?”
“I didn't…!”
Bitch in heat. The grossly insulting words made her tremble.
But snapping back with her face buried in his crotch would only make her more pathetic.
So Euphemia squeezed her eyes shut and cautiously took Ferzen's manhood into her mouth—just the tip, tentatively flicking it with her tongue.
Even that much made it swell incomparably more than her hand had.
This thing…
She lacked the confidence to take it fully, so she shyly extended her tongue.
“Lower.”
“……”
She disliked his commanding tone but obeyed, hoping compliance might hasten his release. Her tongue trailed from the tip down the shaft.
“More.”
“……”
Her head sank deeper between his legs, revulsion flickering as coarse pubic hair pricked her cheeks. No escape now—she buried her face fully, carefully licking from the base of the shaft to his balls.
Ferzen swept her falling hair back, as if in praise.
Slap!
But Euphemia swatted his hand away in distaste, glaring up at him with wide eyes.
“Ow…!”
Ferzen twitched an eyebrow and struck the back of her right hand—the one gripping his manhood—with his left, mirroring her slap.
Thwack.
Her right hand jerked back reflexively, leaving his now-ungripped member to flop naturally onto her face.
Glistening with her saliva, the contact felt revolting.
“……”
Euphemia said nothing, her expression radiating disgust. But even that protest seemed meaningless. As if displeased, Ferzen pressed her head down, forcing the monstrous thing into her mouth.
She shook her head side to side—it seemed impossible—but when Ferzen showed signs of rising, her tearful face yielded. She stretched her small mouth to its limit, barely swallowing half.
“Hng, ugh…”
Her jaw felt like it would dislocate. Suddenly terrified anew that this had ravaged her insides before.
“Euphemia. Don't think too hard. Purse your lips to cover your teeth, and slowly… suck.”
The verb suck felt cruder than expected; Ferzen had groped for a better word but failed.
“Ugh, hngp…”
It was like a child's fist crammed in her mouth—stifling. Moving her head back and forth was ordeal enough, but just make him finish quick, she thought. Pursing her lips to hide her teeth, she…
……Smack.
……Slurp.
…carefully sucked.
Each vulgar sound echoing through the room made her want to plug her ears—or die. It surged within her fiercely.
“Euphemia.”
To add insult to injury.
“I wish my wife wouldn't make such crude noises.”
His words, atop her aching jaw and boiling resentment, welled tears in her eyes.
“Expel all the air from your mouth. No sound then.”
The humiliation of sucking a man's cock was bad enough without the lewd noises. She followed his instruction, emptying her mouth of air before slowly bobbing her head.
The silence helped, at least—keeping tears from spilling just yet.
It hurts… my jaw… really feels like it'll snap…
How long had she clumsily sucked? Her lower jaw throbbed like it might tear free. Unable to endure, she tried to pull back…
“Hngp!”
Ferzen pressed her nape firmly, blocking retreat.
“Ngh…”
With his short groan, the release she'd desperately craved began.
“Hah, ugh… ngp!”
Spurt, spurt.
Splat.
Thick, viscous semen—viscid as if scraping out—flooded her mouth. Squeezing between teeth, striking her throat, soaking her tongue. It filled her completely.
Mind hazy, the sheer volume tricked her into thinking he'd urinated—startling her badly.
Of course… even with sheets soaked that much, how much more had overflowed from her the next morning?
“Hoo…”
Finished, Ferzen used her tongue and lips like a rag, expelling the last remnants before cleanly withdrawing.
Euphemia moved to spit the mouthful into any nearby cloth or towel…
“Ngh!”
But Ferzen gripped her jaw.
“Swallow.”
“…!”
God, she wanted to spit it in his smug face. But she lacked the confidence to handle the consequences…
“Hng, ugh…!”
Right before him, she chewed the brimming semen between her teeth and swallowed—a petty rebellion, grinding his seed to death.
But to Ferzen…
“I knew you had a hearty appetite… impressive, in its way.”
…it twisted into something else entirely.
“Th-That… cough! Cough!”
No taste. The worst. Too fishy. Awful texture.
She wanted to correct his delusion, but the semen clung stickily in her throat, choking her before she could. No chance.