# 016 An Old Castle in the Forest
# 016 An Old Castle in the Forest
If sex with a woman required a process and procedures, I had now gone through four stages.
One. Showing her my naked body.
Two. Bathing together naked.
Three. Having her touch my cock.
And four. Making her drink my cum.
Then what was the remaining stage?
Sex!
...was not it.
'First, the oral service.'
If it were up to my desires, I wanted to devour her lower mouth in one go, but I was thinking of keeping Sharia as a wife who would stay with me until Sharia died.
She was not simply the sort of woman to shove my dick into straight away.
Now that the apple was at the stage of ripening green, rather than chewing and swallowing a premature apple, I had to let it ripen further before eating it.
'But I can't endure it.'
The moment I had sprayed my semen onto Sharia even once, all sorts of desires surged up.
'I want to have sex with Sharia.'
I wanted to tear at Sharia's breasts and roughly ram her from behind,
I wanted to make Sharia personally put my cock in her mouth and suck out my cum,
I wanted to push my cock inside Sharia while she was sleeping and have sex with her, and have Sharia wake up and sigh as she kissed my mouth.
'It's been too long since I've had sex.'
Just as my deceased wife, as my wife, had done.
Sex with Hudia?
That was not sex.
Simply putting your dick in a cunt could not be called sex.
An exchange of pleasure.
An exchange of delight.
Without even such things, merely feeling the sensation of pussy could not be called sex.
Nevertheless, I wanted to have sex right now.
It was a dilemma.
I wanted to do it with a woman.
I did not want to do it with Sharia.
I wanted to ram into a woman's pussy right away and creampie, but that couldn't be Sharia.
Whenever this happened, I chose a very simple solution.
'Then I'll just go ram into another woman and come back.'
Truly I was a genius.
While Sharia was sleeping for a bit, I would go somewhere else and deal with my sexual urges.
'I'll put Sharia to bed, quickly do a one-night stand, and come back.'
While Sharia was resting safely and soundly in bed, I would teleport, grab any woman, enjoy a one-night stand, and return.
'This is for Sharia's education.'
If I went outside and fired one off, there would be no sudden erections either, so it would also be a great help when I grabbed Sharia's chest and practiced swordsmanship.
For that, I rode through the mountains with Sharia, crossed the forest, and arrived at our destination.
At the villa for Sharia.
"This is where we shall dwell for the time being."
"Wow...."
Sharia looked at the castle at the center of the lake and marveled.
"Did you not say it was a villa?"
"If I use it as a villa, it is a villa."
"It's just a castle, though."
"It's a villa."
A pure white bridge stretching long toward the lake, walls made of white marble, and within them, a castle forming harmony in black and white.
"I think I saw it during childhood."
"Where?"
"Mm...in a fairy tale book?"
To make an analogy for this castle, its appearance was like a mysterious magic castle that only appeared in fairy tales.
"It's kind of, doesn't really suit you, Master...that sort of feeling?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Here, how should I put it, it feels like a fortress where a princess from a fairy tale was kidnapped."
She could say that.
"You know, in fairy tales, there's that kind of place where an evil demon lord kidnapped a princess."
"That doesn't sound very good."
"It's not like that. But...it really is a place just like a fairy tale."
Naturally.
"That fairy tale, by any chance, isn't the male lead a thief and the female lead a sickly novelist? Not a princess."
"Oh, that's right! The story of the great thief who gifted a castle to a poor female novelist! Could this castle be...?"
"It is a castle modeled after that. I purchased it at a very high price."
"As I thought!"
Its appearance, as if scenes from a fairy tale illustration had been directly placed there, naturally made one think, 'It must have been built modeled on that story.'
"It looks like it was made exactly like the fairy tale?"
"It must have provided much reference."
Few people ever thought the opposite.
"Really.... It's too beautiful. That tower over there, that's where the novelist was confined, right? That story where in the end she fell in love with the thief."
"I heard they had quite a hard time reproducing it."
"If you go inside, isn't the room interior also made the same?"
"For now, that room is not in use."
"As I thought!"
Later, when Sharia found out, she would be startled.
Because that fairy tale was a true story that happened in this castle.
"We are going to live here from now on."
"Here?"
"Yes. It is truly a fine place to live quietly without anyone's interference. If you train your sword here for at least roughly ten years, you will be able to become a respectable swordswoman."
"Ten years...."
A span of ten years was too long a time for a human.
"The novelist from the fairy tale wrote novels here, I hear."
"A building depends on how its owner uses it. Here, a new story for you alone begins."
"Learning and growing from a perverted master? That'll definitely be an adult-only story."
"Well, I will not deny it."
Especially for a woman bent on revenge like Sharia, ten years was long enough for her target to die of natural causes or something else.
"By any chance, couldn't it be shortened further than ten years?"
"There are many methods. Merely, there is only the matter of whether you choose to use those methods or not."
I gestured at my lower body.
Sharia momentarily pouted her lips, then let out a sigh.
"...I don't like that. It's stealing your mana, Master."
Oh?
It's not that she dislikes it because it's a sexual act?
'Look at this?'
As expected of a woman who grabbed my cock under the pretext of self-study.
It would be strange if curiosity and sexual desire didn't arise before my cock.
"It is not stealing. My body is already sufficiently full to bursting with mana. If I accumulate more here, it will overflow, and I am giving you that excess portion. Or is it that you dislike it because it is sexual?"
"That's not...."
Sharia momentarily closed her eyes then opened them and continued speaking.
"I understand. Instead, um, if I learn a bit more actively, how much can the time be shortened...?"
A bit more actively.
She was making a full-power appeal that she could even have sex if it would shorten the time for her revenge.
I nearly got an erection right there.
"To become a Sword Master, how much mana is in your body is also important."
"So, the time period?"
"Tch. Conversation is something exchanged back and forth. Do not be so impatient."
"Apologies. So how long will it take?"
"Hm...."
Sharia longed for power just as much as I wanted to have sex.
'Should I just shove my dick in straight away, then hand her Dragonbane?'
Would it be better to gloss things over and stall for time, or to make her body ache with longing?
'She's a woman to become a wife. Must be careful not to be nagged for the rest of my life, right?'
"As fast as two years."
"Two years...."
"It is far more shortened than the ten years I first spoke of. With your talent, it is sufficient. Even starting now, you can become a Sword Master within two years."
If others heard this, they would call it a scam, but there was not a shred of falsehood in my words.
Sharia was a child with potential.
Even without my help, if she got hold of some special method and escaped one constraint, she could fully become a Sword Master.
The breast issue.
"By 'within' two years, you mean that depending on my efforts, I can shorten the time even further than that?"
"Of course."
"Understood. Then what should I start with?"
Sharia clenched her fists tightly, showing strong motivation.
"Cleaning? Housework? Cooking?"
"Swordsmanship practice and mana accumulation."
"...Do you not normally make disciples do chores and such?"
"I cannot make you do mopping to become a Sword Master."
Cleaning, housework, cooking.
She would be doing them for a lifetime after becoming my wife later, so was there any need for her to suffer from now?
Moreover, Sharia's housekeeping ability had not yet been verified.
Given she was from a noble house, the servants would have handled all the chores, so Sharia just needed to focus on her own tasks as she did in her noble days.
"Your hands are hands for holding a sword."
As a bonus, my cock as well.
"There will be cloth inside the house to compress your breasts. First, try fixing them with that, and if it still does not work, let us go with clasping them by hand again. Understood?"
"Understood."
Do not be too regretful, Rape.
In any case, I was fated to grasp Sharia's breasts soon.
"Swordsmanship training aside, what about mana? How should I train it?"
"Through Sex Magic."
"......."
Sharia tilted her head.
"Sex Magic...? Are you saying that in earnest...?"
"Did I not speak of it? By learning Sex Magic, you can absorb my mana better. Because you are a woman, and I am a man."
"That, was that not merely something you said as a joke?"
"Are you by any chance now thinking that I fabricated matters concerning your growth with falsehoods in order to perform sexual acts with you?"
Sharia could not say anything.
"I, I just thought it was something you just said...."
The feeling I got was that she thought rapid growth through Sex Magic was a lie I had made up to do something to her.
"Hah, how preposterous! You surely do not also believe that my semen producing an effect like a mana potion is false?!"
"Th, that's not it...."
"Then why can you not believe it?"
"W, well, I mean."
Sharia fidgeted with her fingers.
"I know that normally, to accumulate mana, you assume a proper posture and draw the mana of nature into your body, things like that, so how could such a...."
"It is possible because it is me. Sex Magic is the easiest and fastest method for you to absorb my mana. In practice, has your body not become much lighter?"
"That is true, but...."
After the self-study session at the lake.
Sharia's mana had increased ever so slightly.
The lumps of mana that entered her stomach would have spread throughout Sharia's body, and at least a tiny fraction would have settled in Sharia's heart.
But with that, the efficiency was poor.
I would prefer if the mana naturally settled in Sharia's body, but as it was nature's mana I had forcibly bound, if Sharia could not control it, it would merely spread and disperse.
Using Sex Magic, even if some loss occurred, it could be absorbed as much as possible into her body.
In the meantime, no one would be able to touch Sharia carelessly.
Because this place was a dragon's fortress.
This castle would become a fortress for Sharia to wholly absorb my mana through Sex Magic, a fortress for producing a Sword Master named Sharia.
"Let us first go in. We shall change clothes inside and rest, then properly begin education for you."
"......Understood."
I took Sharia and headed toward the bridge leading to my castle, my villa.
* * *
"...This does not seem like the level of a Sword Master."
Receiving her own room, Sharia was genuinely surprised by the interior environment.
"Isn't this a standard that would put a ducal house to shame?"
Having lived as a noble, Sharia had a certain amount of discerning eye for goods.
She knew well how high-quality the items were, what great value they held if one tried to buy them on the market.
Because she had liquidated such things, and because she had researched their original prices while hastily liquidating them, her heart ached even more.
"If you become a Sword Master, can you use a castle like this as a villa...?"
Surely her master, Rape, must have amassed wealth over a long time.
Or he must have increased his assets even further based on accumulated wealth.
Otherwise, there was no way there would be a castle like this in the forest, or that he would treat that castle like a villa.
A perverted Sword Master with a suspicious amount of money.
That was the impression Sharia formed of Rape while experiencing him so far.
Add one more thing here.
"...Something about it is creepy."
Sharia shuddered at the chill she felt from behind her back.
It was as if someone was staring at her.
* * *
[Head Maid sis, that bitch's tits are fucking insane, aren't they?]
[They're on par with the late mistress...? Head Maid, what do we do?]
[Do not think of playing mischief. She is a 'wife' candidate.]
The castle corridor.
[If she is eliminated from the candidacy, that may be a different matter, but playing with her right now is not on.]
Banshees dressed in maid uniforms swept the corridor dust as they giggled.