# 048 You Can Look If You Want, But You'll Know When You See It, Right?
# 048 You Can Look If You Want, But You'll Know When You See It, Right?
I'd warned her I wanted to do it with Sharia, but having sex with Sharia right in front of Leticia wasn't solely about the sex with Sharia.
It was about making Leticia curious about sex.
'As long as it's not rape, she's fine with it? Just you wait.'
Just as Sharia's sexual curiosity had grown while watching Lilith and me have sex, I would stir the same sexual curiosity in Leticia.
'She doesn't hate sex itself.'
Having done it with the Heavenly Demon Saintess in the Land of Darkness, she'd likely be more knowledgeable about the sexual side of things compared to Sharia.
If she hated sex, or in the worst case, if she were a woman who despised men, she wouldn't have entrusted her body to me, even if it had been an oracle from the Heavenly Demon God.
The fact that she'd entrusted her body to me despite that meant she didn't particularly dislike men.
She'd said with her own mouth that as long as it wasn't rape, she was fine with it. In that case, showing her sex that wasn't rape—sex overflowing with love and consideration for one's partner—would do the trick.
I'd never actually shown Sharia that kind of sex either, but this was the perfect opportunity to show her as well.
"Ria. Sit still."
I sat Sharia down on the bed and positioned her legs so they faced Leticia's direction.
Perched on the bed, Sharia seemed embarrassed to be sitting directly facing Leticia. I calmed her down and got her into position.
"Master...?!"
"Stay still."
I knelt down in front of Sharia.
The fact that I—her master—was kneeling seemed to have surprised not only Sharia but Leticia as well, but this wasn't the sort of thing I could do while sitting cross-legged.
Crunch.
I pushed my face between the folds of Sharia's gown and slid my front teeth over her panties.
At the same time, I reached for her pelvis, bunching up and pulling down her underwear.
"Hngh..."
Sharia naturally lifted her hips, and I lightly stripped her underwear off.
"Master..."
"Still."
The fragrance of the scented oil kept in the bathroom after her shower wafted out richly, and I pulled the panties down carefully so they wouldn't tear.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
Perhaps too embarrassed to show Leticia her private parts so openly, Sharia kept her knees pressed firmly together and placed both hands neatly over her groin.
Even so, when her underwear passed her knees, her legs did spread just a little.
She was embarrassed, yet her actions still leaked lewdness when they were lewd—and for some reason, I felt a swell of pride all on my own.
Rustle.
I pulled Sharia's underwear all the way off in one stroke, letting it drop to the floor.
It was an item of value, woven from ground dragon scales into thread, not inferior to the treasures of any kingdom—but right now, it was just underwear, stripped off before sex and left lying on the floor.
"Ria, open up."
"Th-that's..."
"Then I'll open them."
I pushed Sharia's knees apart to the left and right.
Sharia covered her mouth with one hand and turned her head away, peeking sidelong at me and Leticia.
'Just as I thought.'
I did not have eyes in the back of my head, but I could see it all.
Leticia had turned away from us and covered her ears, but even in a large room, sounds and smells were bound to reach her.
"Hngh..."
I spread Sharia wide open.
Her neatly groomed mound, trimmed to my tastes, had been a soft pink ever since the first time she'd had relations with me. Sharia looked down at me with trembling eyes.
Past her large breasts, she was sniffling, glancing at Leticia over and over, trying to read the mood.
"...Heh."
It seemed she'd gotten the wrong idea entirely. Once she understood what I was about to do, she'd swallow hard just from seeing this posture alone in the future.
Mwah.
"Hee...?!"
I kissed Sharia's pussy.
Just like the first time I'd taught her to kiss, I lightly traced her pussy with my lips and nibbled at her mound.
"Ah, aah, Master...! Th-t-that place is...!"
"What. You lick mine too."
"B-but this is a different matter..."
"I'm sucking it because I want to suck it."
Oral sex.
Men hope to receive fellatio from women.
Women were the same.
When it came to a man sucking a woman's pussy—especially when a being far stronger than her, like me, did the sucking—I had never met a woman who disliked it.
Not the Dragon Lord, and not the Twin Moon Goddesses.
—Mmmm. That's nice. Hey, lie down. It's been a while; let me suck your pussy.
—.......
—You do lie down so obediently at times like this. Heh heh, even if you squirt, I'm still going to suck it, you know?
—...Hmph, do as you please...
Even the high elf stayed still when I performed cunnilingus on her.
There were times when she was always so full of semen that I couldn't lick her, but after washing her body once, when there wasn't any semen inside, sucking her wasn't much of a burden.
Lick.
I pushed my tongue between Sharia's folds.
As my soft tongue—so different from a hard cock or fingers—infiltrated her pussy, Sharia held her breath and stayed perfectly still.
As if intending to concentrate every sensation on my mouth.
Mwah.
I gave Sharia's mound a light kiss, then looked up at her as I kept licking upward with my tongue like a puppy.
Lick, lick, lick.
Sweet and bitter love juices began to flow, and Sharia's upper body swayed up and down.
She wanted to look down at me, but her own breasts were in the way, keeping her from meeting my eyes as I sucked her pussy.
Well, there were ways around that.
I tapped the underside of Sharia's thighs with my hand and pushed my face farther in.
"Mm, hngh..."
Just as I intended, Sharia inched backward a little.
I kept moving forward, sucking her pussy, and she kept backing up until both of her feet were on the bed.
Shift.
Behind Sharia as she retreated, I placed a pillow and the blanket.
Sharia gently lay her upper body back, undid her bra strap, and pulled her breasts slightly to the side.
"Hnngh..."
In the gap between her cleavage.
Sharia had tucked her chin down and was gazing at me, panting.
Usually, when you look up at someone from below with that kind of angle, they're bound to look a little ugly—but perhaps because she was no ordinary beauty, Sharia, biting her lower lip and holding back her excitement, was just so unbearably cute and pretty.
In that case.
Sluuuurp.
"!!"
From below her pussy, I licked downward just slightly, toward a dangerous place, then swept my tongue back up.
Sharia jumped in fright, and I lightly rolled her clit between my teeth from side to side, twisting the corner of my mouth into a grin.
"......."
Sharia frowned and sent me a signal, but I hadn't even started in earnest yet.
Wouldn't I only be satisfied that I'd given her a proper sucking if I could make her squirt just from eating her out?
Or so I thought.
"...Master."
Sharia opened her mouth, her voice on the verge of tears.
Her face completely slack with pleasure, she was pleading earnestly for something.
As my soft tongue slid deeper inside, she clamped down hard on my tongue with her entrance, revealing her true desire.
"Alright, alright. Ria. What did I teach you to say at times like this?"
"Th-that is..."
"What did I tell you?"
I mouthed a certain line silently, so Leticia wouldn't hear.
I hadn't specifically taught Sharia what to do in this kind of situation, but I was sure she'd catch on and figure out what needed to be done.
"Ah, ah..."
"Ah what?"
"...Please put your baby seed in my baby room..."
"......."
I'd told her outright to just say cock and pussy, but since she insisted on talking around it, she must be a little bashful about using crude language in front of Leticia.
Meanwhile, her pussy was squeezing my tongue and dripping love juices, begging to have a cock rammed inside.
"Good."
I immediately climbed on top of Sharia.
I buried my face in her breasts, brought my knees together on either side, and from behind, created a "good viewing angle."
So what if she watched.
So what if she didn't.
But for Leticia, this kind of sex was surely the first she'd ever seen.
Squelch.
"Uuugh...!"
I thrust my cock into Sharia's pussy all at once.
As if she'd been waiting for me, her pussy wrapped my cock snugly in a warm embrace. The moment I pushed deep enough to touch her cervix, her tightness clamped down on me, and my lower half began to ache in an instant.
"...You'd better consider yourself lucky today."
I buried my face in Sharia's breasts and warned her.
Because this would be a little different from usual.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"...Haaah...? M-master...?"
Sharia let out a moan as if she was delighting in it, and she glanced past me, mouthing a whisper.
I prefer it when you pound me really hard.
"......."
After exchanging a vow with her that we'd go outside separately later and I'd fuck her roughly—once Leticia was asleep.
"Ria. Open your mouth."
"Mm, smack, haah... Kissing while having sex with Master... Hnngh, it feels so good... Hnngh..."
Until everything above and below was sticky and the bed sheets were thoroughly drenched, I took my time enjoying slow sex with Sharia and filled the room with pleasure.
Squelch, squelch.
Both of us watched closely to see how Leticia would react.
* * *
"......."
Squelch, squelch.
The sound reverberated.
Even when she tried to cover her ears, the sound wormed between the backs of her hands and tickled her ears even more acutely.
Lewd?
No.
If she were to analyze the sounds she heard, this was not a lewd act.
Rather, it was to the point where she wondered if they were actually bound by love—the master-servant relationship just a label—yearning for each other, craving one another's affection.
"......."
Leticia felt as if her lower abdomen was throbbing.
The dizzying fragrance drifting from behind her should have been unpleasant, yet it made Leticia's heart flutter.
'Heavenly Demon God, please look down upon me.'
Leticia clasped her hands together and prayed to the Heavenly Demon God.
Her faith might not be able to interfere with the sexual acts of those two, but could it perhaps block the influence they were having on her?
They had just met for the first time today.
And yet if they kept showing her something so stimulating, for Leticia...
Faith would be the only way she could endure it.
In that moment.
—My child.
She had the feeling the Heavenly Demon God was calling to her.
Leticia listened closely, concentrating on the voice of her god.
—If she just didn't put it in, the way she'd jerked off behind the demon god statue... wouldn't she get away with it as long as she wasn't caught?
"......."
Leticia fell into deep contemplation.
As long as she wasn't caught.
As long as she made no sound.
Rustle.
"...Hngh."
Leticia's hand quietly began to rub gently over her mound.
"Aaaang...! Master's baby seed is...! Haaaang...!!"
Along with Sharia's scream as she climaxed.
"......Ngh."
Leticia's body trembled soundlessly.
* * *
The next morning.
While the two of them were washing up for the first day of Sharia's main tournament.
"...Oh ho."
Leticia's bed sheet was slightly damp.