# 013 This Isn't Sexual Harassment, You Know
# 013 This Isn't Sexual Harassment, You Know
I grabbed Sharia's chest and made her practice swordsmanship.
The plan was perfect, but I ran into one obstacle.
"Master!"
"What is it?"
"Isn't this sexual harassment?!"
She was perceptive.
No, considering she only noticed it was sexual harassment a full day after training started, maybe I should say she was slow.
"From a certain point of view, you could call it sexual harassment."
Objectively, it was sexual harassment.
But I didn't grab Sharia's chest to sexually harass her.
"But isn't that only if I view you as a sexual object?"
"...Huh?"
"You are certainly an attractive and beautiful woman, but when it comes to teaching, I see you as a disciple, not a woman."
"What kind of sophistry..."
"It is not sophistry!!"
Dragon Roar—!
I tightened my stomach, drew breath from my diaphragm—not my throat—and let out a roar.
Sharia flinched and stiffened in an instant.
"I am trying to teach you! You wished to become stronger, yet you doubt your master's teaching? How did it feel when I held your chest and you swung your sword? In that moment of swinging, you could swing your sword exactly as you wanted, couldn't you?"
"W-well, that is true."
"Right. I was trying to awaken your true talent. I thought and thought about how to hold your chest in place, and even now I am pondering whether there is a better method."
This was sincere.
I was genuinely agonizing over how to make a pretty corset that wouldn't chafe the skin or strain the body.
"It is only because right now, the only thing that can firmly hold your chest is my hand. I hope you won't misunderstand."
"It's... a misunderstanding?"
"Yes. Shall I even prove it to you?"
"Prove... how?"
"I'll just show you directly that I don't see you as a sexual object while I'm teaching."
I stood up.
Before Sharia could come to her senses, I immediately took off my top.
"Eek...?!"
"Watch closely. What happens when I get sexually aroused."
I swiftly took off my pants too.
It was an open forest around us, and I was in the middle of talking with Sharia by a single campfire, but I exposed my whole body without hesitation despite being outdoors.
"Look."
"......."
Sharia covered her face with both hands.
But she didn't turn her head, and the deep red pupils visible between her fingers were precisely fixed on my gallant dragon.
"This is its usual state. What people commonly call un-erect."
Mind Like Still Water.
I maintained as calm a Composure as possible.
I used mana to divert the blood flowing to my thing elsewhere.
"If I were trying to sexually harass you, I would be very aroused right now, wouldn't I? Look. See how my thing hangs down limply."
"I-it's big!!"
"It is big."
It was a perfect situation to clear up Sharia's misunderstanding, and at the same time, a perfect situation to tease Sharia.
"This is my original size. It gets bigger when erect."
"B-bigger...?"
Was she even human?
She looked up at me with an expression that seemed to say that, but coincidentally, Sharia would soon experience that bigger size directly with her body.
"Of course. Do you want to see it bigger?"
"......."
Sharia swallowed her saliva.
The situation continued where it was unclear who was sexually harassing whom, but I straightened my back and slightly thrust my lower body forward.
"Touch it."
"Wha, what?!"
"I'll take this opportunity to teach you about 'Composure.'"
I boldly thrust my lower body toward Sharia.
"Those of the 'Master' rank, the so-called 'experts,' basically possess Composure so that they don't get easily excited in any situation. From now on, I will show you what Composure is."
A Composure more certain than anyone's.
"Even if you touch my cock, I will not get erect."
"......That's ridiculous."
Sharia was a virgin.
But from what I had observed, she wasn't a woman with zero sexual knowledge.
Rather, it was because she knew such things that she had asked whether touching her chest was sexual harassment.
And now, my sexual harassment was going too far.
"You're telling me to t-touch that?!"
"Yes. Why? Are you afraid?"
"I-it's not that I'm afraid! Why do I have to touch that?!"
"You wouldn't believe it if I touched myself, would you?"
I lightly lifted the base with my middle finger.
"Eeeek?!"
"Does it look like I'm erect?"
If I were erect, it would be standing straight up or out.
But my BBC extended where I supported it with my middle finger, but beyond my middle finger, it gradually pointed downward.
Because of the weight.
The black dragon, drawing a rainbow-like arc, was asleep with its head pointing downward.
"No matter how much I touch this, I won't get erect. Because I am maintaining Composure as if I were on a battlefield right now."
"D-don't shake it...!!"
"It's because you don't believe me."
There was no one around.
From an objective, common-sense, rational point of view, I was obviously a madman and Sharia was normal, but unfortunately, only the two of us were here right now.
"Empty your mind. The moment you empty all emotions and free yourself from the desires of the flesh, the world will look different."
"...Are you in that state right now?"
"Yes. If you reach this realm, you will maintain composure even if I do more than just hold your chest. No."
I was certain.
"Even if whatever is holding your chest disappears and your chest shakes, your sword path will not be disrupted."
"......Really?"
She took the bait.
At last, Sharia had taken the bait of my persuasion.
"Can I... check whether it's true or not?"
"Of course. If I get erect, I'll give you my sword."
Sssssik.
I reached out into the air.
"A subspace?!"
"It was a gift from a mage. Even for a Sword Master, you have to use convenient things like this."
"Isn't there something in there that could hold my chest?!"
"......There isn't."
I nearly wavered for a moment.
But with a relaxed face, I pulled out a 'sword' for Sharia from the subspace.
Wooooong.
A blade of the same bright red as Sharia's hair.
A golden guard that seemed to embody a dragon's horn.
The red energy flowing from pommel to tip contained immense magical power.
"Th-that's...?"
"A dragon-slaying weapon... Do you know about 'Dragonbane'?"
"Ah, I know."
Dragonbane.
"They're weapons made from dragon corpses to kill dragons, right?"
It referred to weapons made from materials obtained by killing a dragon, such as dragon hearts, dragon bones, and dragon scales.
"The blood of a Red Dragon flows within this sword."
"B-blood...?"
"Yes."
In the past, when I briefly traveled with the Vampire Queen.
With her help, I learned Blood Magic, killed the Red Dragon that tried to mess with her, and made it into a sword.
"It is a tremendous sword that can unleash the power of a Red Dragon."
"Why do you have something like that...?"
"It is a sword I only use in life-or-death, once-in-a-lifetime decisive battles. If I carried something like this around normally, I'd be bothered by thieves and assassins and couldn't live."
"W-well, that's true..."
Whatever logic Sharia presented, I would refute it by creating logic if necessary, just to have sex with Sharia.
"If I get erect, I'll give you this sword."
"F-for real...?"
"Yes."
Actually, it was something I originally planned to give her when Sharia became my wife.
What meaning would there be in me keeping such a sword?
It was far more beneficial to give it to Sharia and turn it into a means of self-defense.
"But can you really make me erect?"
Of course, what I said was different.
"I, Resek. Will not get erect as long as I maintain Composure."
"...What if you do get erect?"
Sharia had no greed.
But greed was bound to arise before a treasured sword of such power.
"I told you. I'll give you this sword."
There was a very good excuse called 'for revenge,' wasn't there?
"Now, quickly turn around. If I get erect during training, I'll give you this sword."
"......Alright."
Sharia stood up.
Burning with resolute will, she quietly drew her sword from its scabbard, and with her back to me....
"...How can I check like this?"
"Check? It's simple. If I get erect, it will naturally touch you, won't it?"
"...That's true. Alright."
With her back to me, Sharia raised her sword high above her head.
"Now, come!"
"Here I come."
Squelch.
"...It's touching my butt."
"I'm not erect yet."
"......."
Swoooosh.
Sharia quietly swung her sword, and I, more seriously than ever, controlled the mana flowing through my body.
Mind Like Still Water.
To avoid getting erect, I focused all my attention on Sharia's sword path.
And one thing I realized.
Her butt was as soft as her chest.
* * *
After training ended.
I took Sharia, drenched in sweat, to the lakeside.
Two moons symbolizing the twin goddesses glittered in the sky, and Sharia soaked her body in the lake and washed off the sweat.
"I can't believe it."
Sharia, with only her face above the water, scowled and crouched in front of me.
"What happened?"
"I told you. I maintained Composure."
Sharia was naked, and I was naked too.
But Sharia was hiding in the water, and I sat on a small rock jutting out in the middle of the water, enjoying the night air.
"Do you know the principle of how a man gets erect?"
"...I know it happens when blood rushes there."
As expected of a former noble.
She seemed to have definitely received sex education.
"Right. Blood rushing means being excited, and not getting erect means I wasn't excited at all. What does this say? That I controlled my own body."
I reached out and emitted mana into the air.
In the color of the Aura I had shown her so she wouldn't misunderstand, the mana that scattered like mist slowly began to form a human shape.
"Mana is made to flow from the mana circle carved in the heart into the blood vessels. The mana flowing along the blood vessels reaches the fingertips and toes. Swordsmen use this to create Aura Blades, and mages use magic."
"Wow...."
Sharia's eyes began to sparkle at the spectacle of light unfolding on the night lake.
"Once you reach a certain level, you can control your body through mana and bring about physical changes. Mainly preventing aging, or turning the body young again."
"...Or controlling it so you don't get erect?"
"That... is a bit different."
I almost said yes for a moment.
"It is also called Composure, but it is homeostasis. It is similar to keeping the body in the same state at all times, maintaining optimal condition. It prevents unnecessary blood flow from causing an erection; it is not as if I am controlling my entire body with mana just to avoid getting erect."
Seeing her occasionally say something so unexpectedly on point, Sharia was clearly as intelligent a woman as she was talented with the sword.
'If only she'd open her heart and legs to me, she'd be perfect to keep.'
Should I just devour her right now?
No.
I must savor something like this.
If I felt like violating her, it was best to put Sharia to sleep, teleport to grab a succubus whore, and come back after emptying a dozen rounds.
"So...."
"Master, maybe you are erect right now?"
"...What?"
"You could be erect and still be in that state."
"Ha."
A laugh burst out at Sharia's provocation.
"You, if you saw me erect, you would be so surprised you'd fall backward."
"...You never know. Master, you said you can maintain Composure anytime, anywhere, right?"
Smoothly.
Sharia slowly began to approach the rock I was sitting on.
"Then, you won't get erect even if I touch you directly...?"
"......."
Sharia slightly raised her upper body.
Thanks to that, I could look down at Sharia's upper chest floating buoyantly in the water.
The moon reflected on her white chest was a large, full moon.
"Will you try to break my Composure?"
"...Alright."
Sharia tied her hair together and carefully reached her hand toward my cock.
"Excuse me, Master."
Sharia's water-soaked hand slowly began to grasp my cock.