# 014 Two Women's Circumstances
# 014 Two Women's Circumstances
Late at night, at Lost Virginia.
While the Goddess Church and countless others gathered to investigate the teleportation gate that had appeared in the Dragonium Dungeon,
Hudia dragged her exhausted body into her lodgings and let herself collapse onto the bed.
"...Hah."
With the door locked and her body covered by the blanket, she lay naked and started to tickle her secret place with her hand.
"Haa, haa."
As if he were caressing her in a dream, Hudia comforted herself with her own hand, tracing what her body remembered.
If she didn't do at least this, she couldn't calm her body down.
"Nnnh...!!"
Her body briefly convulsed, and she felt a momentary pleasure and happiness, but only for an instant.
The emptiness from masturbation left Hudia in a daze.
Sex.
Although it had been tantamount to rape, the sex Resek had shown her was the greatest pleasure of Hudia's entire life.
"Just once more...."
Slap.
Hudia slapped her own cheek at the words she had unconsciously let slip.
"You crazy bitch, what are you thinking...!"
The Hudia who had been violated by Resek.
The Hudia who wanted to try making love with Resek the way they had in her dreams.
"Ah, aah...! Resek, you bastard of a man...!"
The two Hudias gradually began to torment her, and Hudia clawed at her own face with one hand while ramming her fingers into her cunt with the other, agonizing.
"I'll definitely get revenge...! I'll tie you down so you can't move, mmph, capture you and then rape you until you get me pregnant...! Force you to kneel on the floor and ride your face... mmph, ah...."
Shudder.
Hudia reached a light second climax.
Amid the hollow orgasm, Hudia wearily turned her head toward the window and let out a deep sigh of despondency.
"Haa...."
Attacked by a Unicorn because she wasn't pure, and violated body and soul simultaneously by a Rape Demon.
Her body taken by the Rape Demon, her mind by her ideal man who was kinder and more virtuous than anyone.
"...This rotten bastard."
Hudia gently rubbed her belly.
"I'll get my revenge through pregnancy...."
She'd capture the man who had made her—Hudia, who had never given a single thought to children—want to have one, and forcibly conceive his child.
Whether he took responsibility or not, Hudia would repay the humiliation of a few days ago with rape for rape.
Of course, she'd raise the child with love.
"......I wonder what's become of Sharia by now."
Hudia thought of the naive, noble-born swordswoman she had tried to sell out.
What would become of that woman with her needlessly big breasts?
Would she get thrown down in some secluded forest, raped out of nowhere amid the underbrush?
"...Pfft."
Just as she herself had been, Sharia would be violated intensely.
She had to be.
If Hudia had been reduced to such misery over something as trivial as experience, while Sharia was treated the way she'd been treated in that dream, Hudia didn't think she could forgive Sharia.
Yes, that was a woman's ugly jealousy.
The product of a woman's complex state of mind, having developed love-hate for the man who had raped her.
That was why, even though she'd been raped, she hadn't reported Resek.
He'd sneaked into the church without anyone knowing, erected a barrier with a silence spell, and violated her, and though he'd even used the Sex Magic employed by succubi, she hadn't reported him to the church.
"......They can't kill him."
She couldn't let the Goddess Church try to execute him as a rapist.
Because killing him in bed was her own prerogative.
Knock knock knock.
As Hudia was steeling her resolve, she heard a knock from outside the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
"Ah...?"
A familiar voice.
Hudia hurriedly threw on her clothes, opened the window to air out the room, then ran toward the door.
"H-Heretic Inquisitor...?"
"Good evening, Miss Hudia. I see your body... is doing well."
Hudia bowed her head, face flushing.
"I'll get straight to the point. The reason I've sought you out is to scout you, Miss Hudia."
"Scout me...?"
"Yes."
What reason could the Heretic Inquisitor have to seek her out?
Hudia was a woman who knew how to assess her own abilities objectively.
"Me?"
"Yes. Miss Hudia, you are qualified. Though calling it a qualification is rather laughable."
The Heretic Inquisitor smiled bitterly and pointed at Hudia.
"The Unicorn attacked you. That alone makes you sufficiently qualified."
"What do you mean?"
"Beings certified by the Unicorn. Most die, but I intend to gather those who have survived such beings—the unicorn's ilk—and form a special team."
"What's that supposed to mean? So you're saying...."
Hudia pointed at herself and let out a hollow laugh.
"You're gathering women who've had sex to form a special unit?"
"That is correct."
"What kind of absurd nonsense is that? No matter how highly placed a Heretic Inquisitor is—"
Ssruk.
"I am the captain of that unit."
The Heretic Inquisitor lifted her own clothing.
There was the mark of something large having pierced through her lower abdomen, and the width of that scar struck Hudia as something she'd seen somewhere before.
"It is a special unit for exterminating unicorns and their ilk, deviants who insist exclusively on pure women."
"Wait, could it be that you, Inquisitor...?"
"...That Unicorn you said you met."
The Heretic Inquisitor gritted her teeth and let out a growl.
"Is the monster that rendered me infertile."
"......."
"Will you join us?"
"...What's the team's name?"
The Heretic Inquisitor cracked a grin and spoke.
"We call it Escort."
* * *
Make this man erect, then receive the Dragonbane as promised and slip away secretly.
'Apart from everything else, if I just had the Dragonbane...'
A so-called honey-trap scheme.
For just a fleeting moment, Sharia entertained such wicked thoughts.
'This man... ultimately, I think he intends to violate me.'
Receiving his sword instruction as his disciple, she had felt as though she was coming to know things about herself in wielding the sword that she hadn't grasped before, but the fact remained that when this man had grabbed her chest, he'd touched her with intent.
'He's a pervert.'
Even if the hand that had clutched her breast didn't move.
Even if that massive, enormous slab of flesh that had pressed against her ass hadn't turned rigid.
That man was subtly playing sexual games with her.
He'd tried hard not to show it, but Sharia wasn't such a foolish woman that she couldn't recognize that.
However.
'I need power.'
The power of the swordsmanship this man possessed, including the Dragonbane, was absolutely necessary.
To exact revenge on the Goddess Church, which had branded her family as black mages and destroyed her house, and on the one who had forged the documents and seized her family's territory.
For the sake of revenge, she would do anything.
She recalled the moment she left her house, when she cast aside her family name and steeled her resolve.
'Right, I'm going to have sex anyway someday when I'm older, so touching a cock now is hardly a big deal.'
If this man's objective really was her body, she would learn and wring every technique out of him until he grew tired of a woman like Sharia.
'A person has a sense of decency. If my master seeks to extract a price for his teaching from me in this way, then it's only proper to comply obediently.'
If the tuition for feeding her, lodging her, and teaching her was her body, then for Sharia, it was also the simplest method of payment.
'Shall I just ask him to support me in exchange for sleeping with him once?'
Of course, that was on the assumption that Sharia sold her body to this man.
'No, I can't.'
A woman must never make herself look cheap.
The woman called Sharia was no prostitute, and to this man she was merely a disciple.
'My mother told me. A woman must never be the one to make the first approach.'
Yes.
Even if he tried to embrace her, that was something the master should propose first, not something Sharia should speak of.
'Let's focus on the present.'
Though the day might come when she yielded her body to him, she had a goal she desired.
Sword Master.
To reach that lofty realm, and to obtain the Dragonbane according to their wager, Sharia summoned truly great determination and seized the man's cock.
"Khht...."
The man exhaled and tilted his head back.
Unlike during training, as Sharia grasped his cock while they were both naked, as if performing foreplay before a sexual act, his Composure seemed to waver.
"Are you shaken already?"
"I am not. I'm not. Phoo...."
The man steadied his breathing and closed his eyes.
He leaned his upper body back slightly and spread his legs, making it easier for Sharia to hold it.
"...Hmph."
Sharia carefully wrapped her hand around the cock softly from the base.
Forming a ring with her hand and twisting it, she used her other hand to raise just her index finger and slightly lifted the underside of the shaft.
'How am I supposed to do this?'
How should she handle a cock she was seeing for the very first time in her life?
She had seen illustrated materials as part of sex education, but this was the first time she'd seen the real thing up close like this, and she didn't even know how to make it erect.
She'd rushed at it feeling a bit indignant, as if he kept teasing her, but making a cock stand up at attention the way she'd read in books didn't seem easy at all.
Still.
"......."
Sharia kept kneading the cock.
The man kept his head raised and didn't look down, and Sharia waited for him to lose his Composure and get hard.
Ssruk.
She spread one hand and pushed her fingertips in at the base of the cock.
Prodding the space between his cock and testicles with her fingers, her wide-open palm supported the cock from underneath.
"Haa."
It was somewhat slippery thanks to the cold spring water, but Sharia had at last succeeded in getting the cock onto her palm.
He still hadn't gotten hard, supposedly, but even with its base pressed down by Sharia's fingers, the cock thrust its firm head past her wrist.
It was big.
It was long.
It wasn't solid yet, but if this got even bigger...?
'You put something like this inside your body? That's insane.'
Sharia glanced down toward her own lower body.
If this thing were to enter her?
For starters, it would pass her navel with absurd ease.
'Surely it's already erect. Yes, it has to be.'
Ssruk, ssruk, ssruk.
Sharia gently bounced the cock resting on her palm upward.
The cock wobbled up and down with a wet slapping sound, and Sharia gulped as she stared at the tip of the cock aimed at her.
"How is it...?"
"Do you really think you can make me hard that way?"
"I've never done it before, so how am I supposed to be good at it from the start?"
"Some people are good at it from the start."
"I guess I'm not one of them. Hmph."
Since this was the first time she'd seen a man's genitals so directly, though she'd initially lunged in out of greed for the weapon and ambition, curiosity had now kicked in.
"...Then, shall I just keep touching it however I please until I get good at it? Hm? May I learn the manual technique using my master's equipment?"
"I wouldn't be able to teach you directly, you know?"
"I'll self-study."
Squeeze.
"This right here... is the place called the glans, isn't it...?"
"Khhh...!!"
Sharia carefully grasped the part that resembled a turtle's head.
Touching a part that was soft and squishy, yet at the same time slightly shaped and firm, was subtly fascinating in texture.
"...It's kind of, cute, somehow."
"So you're trying to make me break by saying things like that."
"I mean it...."
If it weren't a male organ, she'd probably fiddle with this whenever her hands were idle to relieve her boredom.
The man's cock was just that kind of cock, something that made the person touching it feel good too, just from the sensation in her hands.
However.
"Phhoo, phho...."
The man stayed perfectly still without getting an erection.
"Sharia, come to think of it, I don't think we set a time limit...."
Sharia looked up at his body and immediately assessed his condition through the pulse transmitted via his cock.
"Let's make it about an hour. If you stay in the water too long, you might catch a cold."
Little by little, his Composure was crumbling.
As she kneaded the top part of the cock with the fingers she had used on the glans, pressing in firmly with her fingertips, it was no easy matter for him to maintain his Composure.
'If I keep doing this, won't Master be in trouble?'
Sharia paused her hands for a moment.
'A girl is touching him like this and he's deliberately suppressing his erection. What if something goes wrong?'
She'd heard that an erection was a natural physiological phenomenon in men.
She'd heard there were times when a cock got hard just from standing still, and she'd personally witnessed several occasions in social circles when Sharia stepped out in a dress and some men doubled over and left the room.
Right, a man's erection was something natural.
Her master's body, which perhaps should be natural, might be being damaged by Sharia's own stubbornness and prejudice.
'Right. There's plenty of time ahead.'
And so, after finishing her train of thought very briefly, she reached her fingers toward his cock and called to him.
"Master. I'm sorry. I lost."
"What...?"
"I dared to doubt you, Master. I'm sorry. Please let us forget the matter of the Dragonbane ever happened."
"What did you say...?"
The man's expression shifted, turning dead serious.
"What do you mean? You want to end our wager?"
"You may let go of your Composure. In exchange, just show me what it looks like when it's erect."
Sharia grasped the cock tightly.
"I'll make sure I get you hard, Master."