Reviewing Sex Education (2)
Reviewing Sex Education (2)
While I waited for Amalthea, who had said she'd step out for a bit, I devoured the sex-ed textbook she'd brought.
I'd never studied this hard in my life.
They say people curious about sex study it more intensely than their actual coursework, and I needed to study this book hard—for the sake of a good relationship with Amalthea.
I painted a picture in my mind:
-You... where did you learn this, ahhn...♡
-I learned it from the book you brought, Sister. You brought this on purpose because you wanted to be treated like this, didn't you?
-No, I didn't... aah!
Everything in the textbook described male-female relations with precision, complete with detailed illustrations.
This was a kind of skill book.
By studying every position in it, I could already move beyond the missionary I'd done with Amalthea!
'Now that is sex.'
Pounding away day after day in missionary isn't really sex.
Some women do feel it in missionary, but others enjoy doggy style or the cowgirl position.
One might lean heavily masochistic, the other sadistic, and it's bound to feel different for the man too.
'I'll try everything I can.'
I'd already done missionary, so it was time to try something else.
In the routine of meeting up, eating, talking at a café, heading to a motel, and having sex, I refuse to let even the sex be the same thing endlessly—kissing a woman laid flat, sucking her breasts in moderation, wetting her with my fingers, thrusting steadily in missionary, and then finishing. I'd been reborn and I wasn't about to repeat that monotony.
I couldn't just keep doing missionary with Amalthea every single day.
That was why I pored over the other positions.
Who knows—trying a different position might even reveal a new erogenous zone.
Since my cock was Zeus, and my physical specs backed it up, I could pull off a wide variety of positions.
"...Tch."
I finished looking through the whole book.
I'd wondered if there might be other special techniques, but unfortunately, the book only showed me three positions.
Doggy style.
Face-to-Face Sitting Position.
Standing Position.
A rear-entry one, one facing each other, and one standing.
Adding missionary made four, but there was nothing beyond that.
'I should be satisfied with this much.'
It was a shame there weren't more, but honestly, this was enough to rotate positions. Even in porn, sex usually flows through three or four positions, or stays in one while the angles shift. To conquer Cronus, I was learning the sword and other martial arts. I still didn't know much about martial arts, but when it came to sex, I already knew plenty. Still, I couldn't just scoop her up and start thrusting, or work her from the side right away. I'd take her step by careful step.
'What should I try this time?'
How do I have sex with Amalthea so that word gets around I did it well?
I waited for her, studying hard, and then studied some more.
Thud. Thud.
I heard footsteps outside.
I tossed the book aside at once and rose to my feet.
"Sisteeer!"
I went to meet Amalthea as she approached and threw myself straight into her chest, hugging tight.
"I waited."
Nuzzle nuzzle.
I rubbed my face against Amalthea's chest. Her breasts were as soft and plush as ever, enough to make my cock heat up all on its own.
"J-Jupiter...?"
"Hmm?"
"Um, it's pressing against me right now."
"Is it... not okay if it touches?"
I pressed my cock harder against her pubic bone. The more I did, the more Amalthea's eyes filled with alarm and, at the same time, a flush of lust.
'This is the moment.'
I could tell by instinct. The reason she'd gone out was simply to ready her heart.
"Sister, I want to do it."
"You... want to?"
"Yeah. I can't hold back."
I grabbed Amalthea's waist. Her body was still light as a feather, and I aimed my cock directly at her lower half as I lifted her.
"W-wait a second! Don't put it in!"
"Huh?"
Amalthea's voice was firm today.
"L-let's get on the bed first."
It seemed she'd prepared herself considerably while she was out, because unlike last time, she wanted to make her opinion clear.
"Okay!"
Fine by me. If I did what she wanted, all I needed to do was enjoy the squeeze of her pussy and come.
"I'll get you to the bed right away."
I adjusted the angle of my cock slightly downward so Amalthea was practically perched astride it.
"Ah..."
Maybe it was the security of its hardness and girth, or the way it jutted out past her rear—Amalthea's face was even redder than when she'd lost her virginity. The glances she kept stealing at my face and my lower half held a faint shadow of guilt.
'Of course she should feel sorry, taking a shota's purity.'
For now, the situation was nothing more than the lewd Amalthea using her sexual knowledge to manipulate the innocent Zeus, newly awakened to sex, however she pleased. So technically, Amalthea was the one taking me. A man moving his hips doesn't necessarily mean he's the one taking the woman.
That was that.
Plop.
I laid Amalthea down flat on the bed.
"Sister, I looked at what you left me, and I want to try this."
"Wha-what is it...?"
"This!"
I showed her the position I wanted to do in the manual she'd given me.
"!!"
Amalthea's face filled with shock, as if she were screaming silently.
The illustration showed a woman on all fours like a dog, the man behind her kneeling, torso upright, with his cock slotted right inside.
"Sister, let's try this."
"This... with me?"
"Yeah!"
I can't suppress my curiosity.
You awakened my curiosity about sex, so shouldn't you take responsibility?
With a face of pure innocence, I held out the book to her.
Amalthea kept examining the page, her expression stiff.
"So... you want to do this with me...?"
"Yeah. ...You don't like it? If not, we can do something else. Here..."
"N-no! This—we'll do this one!"
Amalthea got down on all fours. She buried her face in the pillow, her head drooping, and raised her rear high.
"L-like this?"
"...Yeah."
'Is she a sex genius?'
You can tell how much someone knows about sex from how they take the doggy-style position. Most virgins get down rigidly, but the more experienced a woman is with sex, the more her body arches into a supple curve. Amalthea's posture was the posture of a woman who'd been taken from behind. If I hadn't taken her virginity myself, I might've suspected she'd already had sex with someone.
"Sis-Sister. Before we do it... the book says it feels even better if you do this thing called foreplay. Can I do foreplay?"
"H-huh...?"
"That's a yes, right? I'm starting now."
I flipped my hand around behind Amalthea. With the back of my hand facing down, just as the book described, I pressed my index and middle fingers together and tickled the mound of her pussy.
"..."
Amalthea didn't have much of a reaction. She stayed quiet, as if simply enjoying my foreplay.
'A nymph's anal area is so clean.'
One good thing about gods and nymphs: they don't defecate or urinate. Gods can convert everything they consume into their own power, and nymphs return what they take in to nature as natural energy—neither needed excretion. Only humans excrete waste. And yet gods and nymphs still had an anus. Truly mystical.
'But it's not like I'm going to do anal anyway.'
If a partner really insisted, I might consider it, but why thrust into someplace that isn't a pussy when there's one right there within reach?
Rustle.
"Ahng...!"
See—just slipping my fingers inside and gently stroking the inner walls made her feel this good.
"Sister, tell me if it tickles."
"T-tickles...?"
"Yeah. The book said not to hurt you."
I kept rubbing her inner walls with the pads of my fingers so my nails wouldn't scrape. Parting the folds side to side, almost as if lightly scraping inside, I moved my fingers as though spreading the flowing arousal across her whole pussy.
"Aahh-ang...!"
"Do you like it, Sister?"
"I l-like... haang♥"
Was that a yes, or a moan? I couldn't see her face—how would I know?
'Still, I can more or less tell.'
The pussy squeezing around my fingers was screaming that the shota's fingers felt too good. The hole—a lewd cock-storage socket that had nothing to do with excretion—kept clenching and loosening, flexing and gaping. From behind, Amalthea's soft pink rear pussy was absolutely gorgeous.
'Nymphs really are better than humans.'
If a woman has a pretty ass but an ugly hole, rear-entry becomes a turnoff no matter what. But when the hips are pretty, the behind has no blemishes, and even the hole is clean and a lovely color, a cock will stand up on its own.
"Uhh-hut...!!"
"Ah...!"
While I was briefly admiring her rear, Amalthea lost it. Clear springwater gushed out beneath my fingers, and her whole body shook like an earthquake.
"Ah, that was a climax, right? Right, Sister? Did you come? Did it feel good?"
She came because it felt good, obviously.
But Amalthea just nodded silently.
'Did she decide not to look at me today?'
If she can't bring herself to look at the face of the boy she'd raised like her own child, I was all for it. I didn't want her showing me a face steeped in bliss during rear-entry. Not yet. I still had to act the part of a little brat whose eyes roll back, completely bewitched by the female body.
"Then... I'm putting it in, Sister."
Squelch.
I slid my cock up and down once, then pushed it precisely into her pussy hole.
"Ah-hk!"
Amalthea let out a huge cry. The moan was so loud it echoed through the whole cave, and I panicked for a second mid-insertion, freezing still.
'Something feels off.'
The sensation was weird.
Maybe it was because I'd already fucked her once, but compared to the first insertion, she felt slightly more...
'Goddamn incredible.'
Slightly more—no, she felt truly amazing. From the entrance on, each inner fold clung to my cock with maddening tenacity, pulling me deeper inside as if every wrinkle were alive.
'Fuck, how is it tastier than last time?'
It felt like fucking a different woman. The way she squeezed felt like she was gripping tighter than before too...
"..."
Ah, forget it. I decided to think after I'd pounded her and came.
That day.
An earthquake of unknown cause struck around the island of Crete.
Deities grieved at Gaia's fury over being unable to protect her daughter, and humans made offerings in fear of the earth goddess.
Nobody knew the reason for Gaia's wrath.
Rrrrrumble.
The earth simply trembled.