Were You a Virgin?
When I first came here, I agonized over how to deal with Repis. There was no way I could win in a one-on-one fight. The gap in our skills was clear as day.
I even considered bringing the Crown Prince's army. Or maybe tailing her beforehand. But owing someone a debt? No thanks.
That's when the magic onahole came to mind. No matter the method, as long as I could neutralize her, it was fine. Repis had no intention of killing me. I was certain her scholar's curiosity about my connection to the convenience store would keep her from it. Instead, I'd exploit her desire to do something worse than death.
'As expected.'
My hunch was spot on.
Consumable Type
[Skill: Link] — Designate a target to link with the onahole.
To designate a target, you must make contact with their mana.
The linked target's sensitivity increases 5x.
Once designated, the target cannot be changed.
The description said that contacting the target's mana would link them to the onahole. Repis's mana, clashing directly with the magic onahole, got sucked right inside.
"What the hell is this? What trick did you pull?"
Repis's bewildered voice rang out.
"Beats me. I wouldn't know."
First time using it and all. I hadn't expected the onahole to outright dispel her magic.
'No need to worry about breaking the binding spell, then.'
"You insolent fool! Resorting to strange sorcery again!"
Repis started casting another spell. Same incantation as before. But it wouldn't work now. I squeezed the onahole in my hand.
"Kyaaak!"
Repis let out a shrill scream and collapsed to her knees. Her casting fizzled, and the gathered mana scattered into the air.
"Wh-what was that just now?"
It hit perfectly. Bewildered expression, trembling eyes, frantic glances around for anyone nearby. And the clincher: her body, pinned as if by invisible hands, unable to budge.
"What did you do to me? Hngh!!"
I flicked the onahole's breasts with my finger, and Repis—mid-rage—let out a lewd moan.
"Perfect."
"You bastard! What the hell now?!"
"Didn't you say our convenience store goods wouldn't work anymore?"
I taunted her, shaking the onahole in my grip.
"Guess they still do."
"Eeeek!"
I loosened my grip, and the freed Repis swung her hand again. Trying to cast magic, huh?
"Hiyaang!!"
I grabbed the onahole and caressed its breasts with my fingers. Repis's eyes widened, her body twitching.
Sensitivity 5x. Too much for most people to handle.
Rub rub.
"Y-you... stop... just stop."
"No chance. You think I wouldn't notice if you quit acting and attacked?"
"Hik...!"
Every stroke of my fingers made her shudder violently.
"Th-this level of sensation... is nothing..."
She glared daggers, but it was pointless flailing. I knew that because...
Squelch.
...the onahole's pussy was already soaking wet. It twitched with every touch, now leaking its own juices. Droplets trickled from between its legs. It shared sensations, but I hadn't expected this level of detail.
"More sensitive than I thought."
"That's sexual harassment... kyaaang!"
"Weren't you planning something worse?"
This was just child's play.
"I-I won't... let you get away with this...!"
Repis focused, starting another cast. Impressive concentration. Enduring that overload while manipulating mana? True genius mage.
Time to reward her struggling with a gift. I plunged my finger into the onahole.
"Heuuk!"
She crumpled instantly.
"Wh-what... is this...?"
She clutched her lower belly, staring up at me.
"Weird, right? That sensation you're feeling?"
"You... you..."
"I warned you. Stop, I said. We could've resolved this peacefully."
I looked down at her flushed, panting face. This mess was her own doing. No mercy now.
"Can't wait to see it. How the empire's top genius mage cries when she cums."
I twisted my finger inside the onahole. No direct experience, sure—but plenty of indirect. Back home, I'd watched endless porn, read tons of erotica. Getting a woman off? Piece of cake.
"Hngh! Haang! Stop... haat!"
Her hips bucked higher. Sweat poured off her as she thrashed, but it was futile. I kept fingering the onahole, staring down at her.
"Heuuuk!"
Her back arched like a bow. Toes curled, legs kicked desperately.
"M-magic... Mikhail..."
She flailed at the air, trying for a spell, but it was meaningless. Not even a basic 1st Rank spell formed.
5x sensitivity onahole. The linked sensations were beyond what any normal person could endure. And tormenting it wasn't just my fingers.
I pressed the blue rotor I'd brought just in case against the onahole's breasts.
Twitch twitch.
The magic onahole writhed like it was alive. Rotor on the tits, fingers in the pussy. With 5x sensitivity, Repis's ass shook wildly on its own. Hidden by her robe, her body was burning up—sweat-drenched, nipples hard as rocks. Obvious even without seeing.
"Heuuk...!"
Her eyes blazed with murderous intent, but I didn't flinch.
"Don't blame me."
"If you stop here, hngh! I'll tell the marquis. Haang! I'm a retainer too... hiiik!!"
Couldn't even speak properly.
"Declare you're done, and I'll let it go."
"Wh-what?"
"Your human trafficking with Scorpion. Say you'll quit, and you're free."
"Bullshit... kyaaaak!"
Still delusional. She writhed like a snake with every finger movement.
"Changed your mind yet?"
"I'll stop. So please, just stop now."
"Swear it with a word oath. Until then, no dice."
"You... you..."
"Don't like it? Tough."
"I-I can't do that...!"
Not there yet.
"Negotiations failed."
"Haaaah!!!"
Her convulsing body shook harder, like a massive vibrator was attached.
"W-wait! Stop! If you go further, I... please, I beg you! Stop...!"
"Word oath, and I stop."
"......"
No answer. Just spasms.
"Ughhh! Hauuk!"
Then, a gush from her crotch.
Psssh! Pshht! Splurt!
"Ugh, d-don't look...!"
Urine soaked her panties, trickling down her thighs. Visible even through the fabric.
"I told you... to stop."
Tears welled in her glaring eyes. The humiliation of squirting in front of some outsider guy consumed her. Getting off powerlessly to the "trick" she despised? Inevitable.
No guilt watching her fume.
"If you won't bind yourself with a word oath, can't be helped."
"Never... gonna happen."
"Then no choice."
I approached her.
"Wh-what're you doing, you pervert?!"
"Who's the pervert? The one who came her brains out?"
Subduing her—now beyond resistance—was easy. I stripped off her robe. Inside: a sweat-soaked white shirt clinging to her skin and baggy black pants. Nothing else.
"No bra?"
"You... fucking... bastard..."
No bra meant her perky tits and hard nipples showed clearly through the damp shirt. A sight to make anyone pounce. Useless on me, though.
'Damn this virgin-only curse.'
Repis was 27, I recalled. In a world where people married by 23, that was well past losing virginity. Famous nobles like her? Supposedly rampant sluts. She'd be no different.
Curiosity struck. What if I stimulated her real body while the rotor buzzed the onahole? Could she endure?
She sensed the shift and backed away.
"Y-you... what are you planning now?"
Hm? Something felt off.
Twitch.
Watching her sprawl on the floor, desperately fighting pleasure—exhausted and ragged—my dick stirred. No way. Impossible, right?
In stunned disbelief, I blurted at her.
"Were you a virgin?"
Repis, clutching her chest, glared and yelled.
"No! You fucking asshole...!"
She denied it desperately, but my body told the truth.
Repis was a virgin.
"Yup, definitely a virgin. Why haven't you popped that cherry at your age?"
"Shut up."
I'd unintentionally hit a nerve. In noble society, no experience by that age was shameful—implied unmarriageable.
Best to comfort her.
"Being a virgin isn't shameful. It's noble, even. Sure, you'll claim research kept you from men—the usual excuse—but keeping your purity? That's commendable."
"You're... such a... fucking asshole..."
Tears streamed down her twisted face. Why? I'd said it perfectly. Super considerate, right?
"We'll talk details back at the store. Looks like you and I need a longer chat."
"You planning to lock me up?"
"Yup."
Imprison her until she accepted my offer.
"Why go this far?"
"To cut needless victims. No more like Sylvia."
"Fucking hypocrite."
"Loser talking big."
I pressed hard on the onahole's belly.
"Hnggh!"
She trembled violently.
"Get up. Can't have you collapsing before the store."
"You think I'll just take this?"
Last-ditch struggle. One final spell attempt.
"Hik!"
But activating the rotor on the onahole's tits, belly, and pussy dropped her flat.
"Move. Pull any shit, and I'll show you how pleasure can drive someone insane."
And so, I dragged Repis back to the convenience store. Rotor still attached to the onahole, just in case.
She should thank me for not sticking it on her real body.
"Hngh, heuuk!"
"Ooooh, cumming again!"
She came over and over on the way back. But her thick robe hid it well.
Me, escorting her?
'Awkward.'
Every moan made my dick twitch, trying to rise. I focused on suppressing it.
We reached the store. At the entrance, Repis looked up at me in despair. She knew she couldn't win inside.
Steeling herself? She bit her lip and followed me in.
"She's a virgin, huh? I can smell it."
Dmitri's words the moment he saw Repis.
"You fucking assholes!!! Nooo!!!"