# 011 Raising Sharia
# 011 Raising Sharia
I would raise Sharia.
What was good about raising and then devouring her? She would become more delicious.
'She'd probably be delicious even if I ate her as is, but I couldn't do that.'
As the saying went, a ripe red apple was sweeter and tastier than a green one.
Especially if it was a sun-ripened apple, it was even more delicious.
You could only taste the true flavor when you bit into a rich apple untouched by others' hands.
'If you were going to eat it anyway, you ought to make it tastier. That was only human nature.'
I would train Sharia's body.
Through my experience living in the human world, I had already learned that physically healthy women had better tightness and could have sex longer.
-A buxom country virgin or a moderately endowed female knight. Which one would you pick?
-They're both virgins, right?
-Of course.
-Then the female knight.
-Why? Are you into the 'Kh, kill me.' type too?
-Female knights mostly have great tightness.
-How would you know that?
-Statistics.
It was common sense that a woman who exercised was naturally tastier than an ordinary woman, and if she reached the realm of Sword Master or Grand Swordmaster, you could happily have sex every single day.
A Grand Swordmaster's tightness could truly be called Grand-rank.
Just as skilled as she was with a sword, her skill with her pussy handling a cock was that of humanity's strongest swordswoman, exhibiting the power befitting a scabbard.
Therefore, Sharia had to be trained further from her current physique.
It wasn't about increasing her sword skills to use her as a guardian who would protect me.
I had to forge her into a tastier body, then make her a woman who could take responsibility for me for at least several decades.
I had to raise her into someone who could at least guard her own body if I ever fell into some sort of trouble.
And so that she could maintain her youth for a long time, I had to ensure she could sustain her lifespan and youth at least at the level of a half-elf.
'Mature women were nice too, but I would pass on watching a woman I raised turn into a granny.'
Every human I had found passable had eventually aged and started growing old.
Since I hadn't embraced them out of love but out of lust, I would keep a human woman for a suitable time and then release her before she turned forty.
But Sword Masters and Archmages were different.
If a human managed to grow into a Grand Swordmaster, their youth was preserved until at least 70 or 80 years old.
I had clearly experienced that, with my own direct management, they could even live up to 140 years old at most.
By what principle could humans live so long?
The secret to youth was precisely the mana within their bodies.
I had observed that when pure and ordered mana was contained within the body, one's functionality as a living being was maintained proportionally longer.
Therefore, I would raise Sharia into a Grand Swordmaster-level talent.
It wasn't that she couldn't handle swordsmanship at all, so I would raise her using methods suited to her body.
However.
No matter how much I wanted to raise her, what meaning would there be if the person herself didn't come to receive the teaching?
"You're finally here."
"Master!"
Sharia's voice rang out from afar.
I already knew she was coming through my mana I'd implanted inside her body, but she was a little late—
"...Your luggage?"
"Luggage?"
Sharia had nothing but a robe covering her body and a single sword at her waist.
Not even the common bag adventurers always carried.
"You said you'd raise me, Master!"
"You did ask me to raise you, but I think there's a big difference between the master I know and the master you know."
I pointed behind her.
"So you're asking me to teach you, bare-handed?"
"I-I'm not bare!"
"Right. Of course you're not bare. You're wearing clothes."
"Ah, that's not what I meant...."
She didn't seem to have much resistance to sexual harassment, but that was cute too.
Her face flushed as red as her hair, and Sharia slipped her hand inside her robe, pulled something out, and held it out to me.
"Here. This is my entire fortune."
"...Before I teach you, there's something I need to make clear."
I snatched the coin pouch Sharia was trying to hand over.
"If I were to run off with this, what would you do?"
"Ah."
"Do you trust me that much?"
"Ah, because you won't run off!"
"That's true. But what if I changed my mind?"
"I trust that you wouldn't do that, Master!"
"So what's the basis for trusting me?"
"Um, first, you protected someone weak like me from the unicorn, and you promised to help me grow stronger, and also...."
Sharia glanced around and whispered quietly.
"You said you'd raise me into the continent's greatest Sword Master...."
"What if it was a lie?"
"A lie. But you showed me your Aura."
"What if it was an illusion or a trick? What if I harbored sinister intentions and was messing with you?"
"Uh, th-then that would be bad...."
She was hopeless.
Being this naive, I might develop a stress-induced ulcer before I even started teaching her.
I found myself thinking that Hudia woman hadn't tried to sell Sharia for no reason after all.
"Haah. Just follow me for now. A city like this isn't suitable for teaching you."
"Where are we going?"
"Right."
The Dragon's Lair.
...was where I wanted to go, but I couldn't use warp magic while taking Sharia at the moment.
We'd encountered a unicorn because of a Teleportation Circle, and now I was going to casually use a Teleportation Circle?
-Could that Teleportation Circle also have been you, Master...?
There was no need to invite misunderstanding.
But that was no reason not to use convenient magic for daily life.
'I could just use a Teleport scroll.'
The conclusion was reached.
After fastening the coin pouch Sharia handed me to my waist, I extended my hand to her.
"Let's go. To my villa."
"Your villa, Master?"
"Yes. First, we need to buy a scroll to get there."
I pointed at the magic shop near the Adventurer's Guild.
"We buy the scroll, set the coordinates, and then tear it. We'll be there in no time."
"Ah, um, Master...!"
With a flustered face, Sharia reached out her hand toward me.
"Um, teleportation magic books, magic circles, and scrolls are right now...."
"...Why?"
"The Goddess Church issued a sales ban...."
"......."
What the hell?
* * *
—Until the issue of Teleportation Circles within dungeons is resolved, all magic using spatial coordinates in Lost Virginia is prohibited.
I was utterly flabbergasted by the Goddess Church's proclamation.
Should I not have saved her?
Should I have looked for another method besides the unicorn?
Virgin or whatever, should I have just cloaked my Aura and rammed my cock right into her?
When the result of taking such a roundabout path ended up being a situation full of reefs and muck ahead, it was extremely irritating and inconvenient.
However.
'I decided to think positively.'
The villa was only three days away by horse from here anyway.
Since I couldn't go to my lair at the moment, I could just leisurely travel to the villa while teaching Sharia.
"Sharia."
"Y-yes...!"
"Uncomfortable?"
"No!"
Sharia flinched and shook her head.
I savored Sharia's embrace and gripped the horse's reins.
"Let's rest a bit. The horse needs a break too. Stay still. I'll hold you and set you down."
I wrapped my arm around Sharia's waist and jumped off the saddle in one motion.
Sharia clung tightly to my body as she landed on the ground, and while I enjoyed her flesh, I just barely managed to steel myself.
Not yet.
I couldn't do it on the roadside.
At the very least, I had to travel a little further and reach a village inn, then do it on a bed.
If I was going to violate her by force, it wouldn't matter if her back got scraped by the undergrowth or if branches cut her, but I had decided to devour Sharia on a bed.
Instead, I would freely indulge in her body during the journey.
Sharia probably didn't notice, but as I rode with her seated in front of me, I had come all this way feeling every tremor and warmth transmitted from the points where we touched.
"Sharia. During the break, I should check your swordsmanship."
"Finally!"
"It's not 'finally.' Draw your sword."
"A real sword...?"
"Of course a real sword. I won't draw the sword from my scabbard, so draw yours."
"You could get hurt...."
"Khahahaha!!"
I had meant not to laugh.
But the laughter burst out of me on its own.
"Did a Copper Badge adventurer just say that to a Sword Master just now?"
No matter that Sharia was going to become my woman, she needed to know her place regarding her own skill.
"Don't worry, just come at me."
"Then... here I come!"
Sharia took her stance and charged at me.
I deflected her sword moderately with my scabbard and began pinpointing issues one by one.
Jiggle. "Hm."
Jiggle. "...Haah."
Jiggle, jiggle. "Stop."
About ten minutes.
When her sword, swung with all her might, failed to land, Sharia began panting in exhaustion.
Just as much as when she swung her sword, her breasts swelled and fell, and a sigh escaped me involuntarily.
"Sharia. I'll be blunt."
"......."
"Your breasts are too big. They get in the way of swordsmanship."
"Hic...!"
Sharia bit her lower lip and started to tear up.
"Part of it is that your face is small compared to others, but your breasts are as large as your face... no, larger than your face. That's why they sway whenever you make large movements. As you lack both the muscle strength and stamina to control the movement of your breasts, it's only natural your talent hasn't bloomed."
"......I know,"
Even while choking up, Sharia lifted her head.
Her tear-filled red eyes were full of a fervent desire to become stronger.
"Do you still want to become stronger?"
"...Yes!"
"Good. I won't ask for the reason. But don't you nitpick my methods either. Understood?"
"Yes!!"
Sharia wiped her eyes with her sleeve and smiled brightly.
"Raise both hands high. In the posture for a downward vertical slash from the upper guard."
"L-like this?"
"Yes."
While Sharia raised her sword high, I approached from behind her and lowered my stance.
"From now on, I'll correct your posture. No more, no less. Swing your sword exactly ten times. Understood?"
"Yes."
Sharia was half-doubtful.
But once my corrective measures were in place, she would be able to swing her sword all too easily.
"Begin."
"Yes, then— Kyaaak?!"
Before she even started, Sharia screamed.
"Why?"
"Wh-what are you doing!!"
"Correcting your posture."
From behind Sharia, I reached my hands under and cupped the underside of her breasts.
"If the breasts shaking is the problem, then fixing the breasts in place solves it, doesn't it? Ah, it seems you want a stronger hold."
Grip.
"This should stop them from moving."
I pressed myself tightly against Sharia's back and firmly seized her breasts with both hands.
"See? They don't move, do they?"
Truly, it was a perfect solution.
Boing-boing.