# 019 I Need Lessons
# 019 I Need Lessons
Including my time as a hatchling, I had lived hidden among humans for roughly two thousand years.
During that time, I had learned a vast array of techniques from countless humans.
I learned how to live from humans,
learned how to survive from humans,
learned how to dominate humans,
and learned how to live alongside them.
Through my many interactions with humans, I sometimes taught another, but I was also taught by another.
A dragon's pride?
It was not particularly necessary when survival was at stake.
Even if they were human, I actively sought to learn when they were more skilled than I was, and I honed my skills through deals, without wounding my draconic pride.
For instance, with a human who had no disciple due to a single-successor tradition, I asked to be taught on the condition that I would master the skill and someday pass it on to someone else.
Or, in exchange for learning magic, I would be asked to fire a breath attack at a human kingdom.
As someone who had learned human techniques and used them as a foundation to personally hunt down dragons, I could not afford to carelessly dismiss human arts.
The techniques humanity—nature's weakest—had created were mostly made to kill those stronger than themselves.
They made ranged weapons to hunt beasts,
made blunt weapons and swords to defeat those with greater strength,
and created all manner of lethal spells to oppose those who wielded mana.
All those countless techniques were concentrated in my mind.
I was their rightful inheritor and user, and I could pass them on to anyone, at any time I wished.
"Panel Sword. It began when a Sword Master who had lost both arms sought to move a sword through Willpower."
Just like now.
Shaaaang!!
Four swords flew like dancers at the scarecrows set up for training and sliced them apart.
As if four people were simultaneously thrusting swords at a single target, as if four swordsmen stood back-to-back repelling enemies pressing in from all sides, as if a single person was using a quadruple-sword style, the blades danced brilliantly.
"Look. This is the Panel Sword. The body does not move at all, yet it can freely move swords and defeat foes."
"Wow...."
Sharia watched the Panel Sword, completely enraptured.
Usually, it was men who cheered and lost themselves in this sort of thing, but Sharia showed great interest, her eyes sparkling.
"Can I use that?"
"If you can awaken your Willpower."
"...What is Willpower?"
"That is truly difficult to explain."
It was something impossible to convey through explanation alone.
"It is perceiving the logic of nature and loading your own thoughts onto an object."
"Is that possible? Oh, does it mean loading the mana in your body onto an object?"
"...The details differ, but the basic concept is similar. But let me be clear...."
I retrieved the four swords and planted them into the floor.
"It's not controlling the sword with mana. The concept is to imbue the sword with your will and swing it, then replenish the consumed mental energy with the mana inside your body."
"......Actually, what I'm really curious about is whether I could even do that."
"For now, you try it."
There was no harm in making an attempt.
"This was used by a genuinely powerful person, you see."
"Who?"
"His name wasn't known. It was after he lost both arms that he mastered this, and he unofficially rose to become the continent's strongest swordsman."
"The continent's strongest...?"
"A Grand Swordmaster. And the greatest among them."
The one who taught me the Panel Sword was a Grand Master, and though he lacked both arms, he defeated countless enemies who challenged him.
I petitioned him for instruction in the Panel Sword, and he taught it to me in return for granting him a single request.
"It took me five years to learn."
Five years before he died.
I spent my time beside him as a companion to talk with, and I learned the sword while watching him face his many foes.
"The man who taught me this passed it on to me and closed his eyes the very next day."
"Wow.... That's moving."
"......."
'I thought women didn't particularly like these stories.'
Sharia was definitely peculiar.
Kind yet clever, innocent yet lewd.
"I'm sure you don't want me to keep holding your chest forever either. The moment you master this, you will be able to fight enemies while holding your own chest."
"If you could just say I could fight enemies without moving...."
"Your chest shaking is your greatest weakness as a swordswoman. I say this every time, but a day will surely come when you cease to be conscious of it."
For a true master was one unbound by their physical form.
"So from now on, I just have to learn this Willpower thing, right?"
"You can barely crawl and yet you want to learn how to climb a cliff? That won't do."
I moved behind Sharia again and seized her chest.
"Swing your sword. This time it will be a horizontal cut, not a vertical one."
"...While you're holding my chest, that's a bit."
"It works like this."
I grabbed Sharia's chest and pulled downward.
"Now, begin!"
"......."
Shaaang.
With every swing, Sharia's blade was becoming more and more refined.
* * *
Late at night.
I returned to my room and picked up a piece of parchment.
'I need to organize a curriculum.'
The ultimate goal: acquisition of the Panel Sword.
Imbuing a sword with Willpower was truly like grasping at clouds, something possible only for those who had reached the Master’s Realm.
So, was simply learning the Panel Sword enough?
No.
One had to hone the swordsmanship executed through the Panel Sword.
I had personally witnessed him face enemies with seven swords, each using a different style of fencing.
Although even now I could only manage up to four swords, if I walked the path of the sword to its utmost extreme, perhaps in a hundred years I might be able to handle seven.
'To do that, I'd also have to avoid sexual intercourse.'
After mastering four, I gave up.
Because climbing any higher required me to abandon sex, I contented myself with handling up to four Panel Swords and decided to merely remember the rest of the technique.
'I wonder how many Sharia will be able to handle.'
That man, who had been human, had wielded seven swords.
In my estimation, Sharia's talent with the sword was every bit his equal.
Still, Sharia had a few weaknesses.
That she was a woman.
That her chest was large.
And that she was quite late in beginning to learn proper swordsmanship.
'You have to learn swordsmanship from a young age for your true talent to bloom fully.'
Ninety percent of all the master-level swordsmen I had ever seen had taken up the sword in their youth.
Not just the level of a knife for cutting steak at mealtime, as Sharia had done, but they were people who had experience handling a real sword, whether through basic swordsmanship training or even just roughhousing as neighborhood ringleaders.
Those who started the sword as late as Sharia filled that gap of time with effort.
Literally bone-grinding effort!
Those who grew into masters did so by sweating and spitting blood every single day, enduring pain that made their muscles scream and their bones feel like they shattered.
'She can't do that.'
I would maintain Sharia's beautiful body exactly as it was, do my utmost to ensure her chest didn't shrink, and raise her swordsmanship skill.
'I need a custom-tailored program for Sharia.'
For Sharia's swordsmanship training regimen, I corrected and newly organized the diverse sword training processes and programs I had experienced myself.
"I can plan out the fencing perfectly, but...."
The real problem was something else.
"Mana."
Sword 'technique' could be polished even if one started at an advanced age.
But the issue of mana was fatal.
Part of the reason Sharia sensed the banshees was the banshees' excessive pranking, but it was also because Sharia was that sensitive to mana.
She had the talent, but if she started accumulating mana in her body from now, the time it took to reach the Master’s Realm would naturally be delayed.
Then, there was only one method.
'I'll have to feed it to her.'
"Jin."
[Did you call for me?]
"Sorry, but I need your help."
[Command me as you will. What must I do?]
"It's nothing special."
I would raise Sharia by using Jin.
"I'll need to borrow your womb for a bit."
[.......]
"During sex yesterday, a good idea occurred to me."
* * *
"Is this really alright?"
Sharia returned to her room and, just in case, spoke to her surroundings.
"Um, are you there?"
If a ghost did exist, wouldn't it hear her?
With a worried heart, Sharia carefully attempted to converse, but the only response was silence.
"...Was it just a prank? No, it can't be. I swear more stuff moved than yesterday. Ah, no. The Master must have been playing a trick on me."
The Master was someone who could move swords freely.
He was definitely just playing a joke on purpose to startle her and enjoy the sound of her screaming at night.
"...Hmph."
He probably wanted her to be so scared of ghosts that she'd visit him at night and beg to sleep together, but that was out of the question.
Sharia bolstered her own courage and steeled her heart.
Knock knock knock.
"!!"
At the sound of the knock, Sharia hurriedly threw on her clothes.
No matter what, greeting her master in the nude this late at night was—
Rattle, rattle.
"...A late-night snack?"
Bread and milk emitting a savory aroma.
Sharia gulped at the snack loaded onto the cart, her gaze falling downward.
"...My chest will get bigger."
Sharia was in agony.
No matter how much more she was moving these days because of her sword training, it was a law of nature that if she ate as much as she moved, she would gain weight.
Eating a lot meant her chest would get bigger proportionally.
When her chest got bigger, swinging a sword became that much harder, and revenge became even more of a lost cause.
Still.
"...I'll work hard tomorrow."
Sharia succumbed to the temptation of the meal.
And then, very slowly, she brought the bread and milk....
"......This, no way?"
Sharia became uneasy at the peculiar scent emanating from the cream in the bread and the milk.
"Ah, it won't be that...? It can't be. No matter what, in something edible.... Yeah."
She was uncomfortable.
"......It does taste good, though."
Sharia slowly savored the taste and swallowed.
* * *
"Hauung.... Cock, it's so delicious...."
Jin was cleaning my cock again today.
Since I personally infused her with magical power today, her materialization didn't falter like yesterday, and Jin knelt beneath me as I sat, diligently cleaning my cock.
"Do you like it that much?"
"I do. You said it was like when you sucked the mistress's breast milk, right? I imagine it's similar?"
"I might have sucked a breast, but I've never sucked a cock, so I have absolutely no idea."
"Mm... Well, whatever."
Lick.
Jin licked the glans and smiled impishly.
"Let's just say I happen to like this flavor."
"Do you prefer eating with your upper mouth, or your lower mouth?"
"Obviously, I prefer eating with my lower mouth and then rinsing with my upper mouth."
"Haah, you lewd bitch."
I stroked Jin's head.
Jin nuzzled her face against my cock and finished cleaning it.
"But if you're collecting semen, what do you intend to do with it? You're not going to put it in her food, are you?"
"Did you think Sharia was you?"
"Why? That's something I kind of liked. When you sprinkled semen cream on the bread— that was when I fell for you, Master."
"......."
That was just Jin's personal fetish.
I didn't have those sorts of tastes.
"I didn't creampie your belly three times just to do that."
"...Then why did you borrow my womb to gather semen?"
"I'm going to give it as a gift."
"To Sharia? Are you going to give her a semen pack?"
"No."
The person—or rather, being—who would receive this gift of amassed semen was someone else.
"I was thinking of securing a magic instructor for Sharia."
"You're giving semen as a gift... Ah, could it be her?"
"Yes."
The woman who considered semen the finest gift, better than first-grade beef.
"I plan to pay a quick visit to Lilith."
Lilith.
A Succubus Queen whose virginity I had taken.