The Patriarch's Sex Education (2) Sommelier
The Patriarch's Sex Education (2) Sommelier
The first sex education session was a complete failure.
The reason was Rhea's poor acting in the rape play.
"I did exactly what you asked. I acted like Cronus. What did I do wrong?"
"Yes, but... that bastard, the way he does it is more... vile. Disgusting. He treated me like I was nothing but a cock sleeve."
I lay on top of Rhea in missionary, talking as we went.
"With you, ngh, it felt different somehow..."
"Different how?"
"Less like I was being raped... more like I was being taken?"
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know! ...It just, ngh, it just felt good, what do you want me to say..."
Ah, forget it.
If she feels good the moment I thrust in, how is it ever supposed to feel like rape?
I didn't force myself on her against her will. Inserting my cock in a consensual situation is just mutual sex.
"Rhea, from now on, let's just show them the different positions we use together."
"Yeah... Ngh, I think that's better."
Rhea was new to teaching children too.
And my only experience teaching kids was some private tutoring back in my previous life.
So neither of us had any real sense of the best way to teach.
"Let's figure it out step by step as we go. Speaking of which... Rhea. It was better on your side earlier, wasn't it?"
"Ngh...!"
Rhea bit her lip and averted her eyes.
I smoothly tugged one of her legs and turned her onto her side.
"...Hey. Do you like it this much every time we fuck?"
"I like it..."
Rhea occasionally liked it when I was rough with her.
"How much?"
"Enough that... ngh, even if I were reborn, I'd still want to do it with you...!"
To be precise, she preferred it when I treated her as a woman, and she always wanted me to.
"Haa, Zeus...!"
Rhea kept trying to pull her leg out to the side.
Starting in side position and immediately trying to shift posture was a little impertinent, but I knew what she wanted. I relaxed my hold and lowered my upper body.
Smooch.
Side position is pretty awkward for kissing.
I guided Rhea's leg back beneath me, propped my upper body on her breasts like cushions, and tangled my tongue with hers.
"I... don't think I can marry you... but I can raise your children."
"What?"
"Because... I hate the idea of people cursing your name. Whatever the truth is, if you overthrow Cronus and take me, others will revile you for it."
"Rhea, that doesn't mean you need to sacrifice—"
Smooch.
Rhea kissed me once more and winked.
"...So officially, you have to marry some other woman. Understand?"
"And unofficially?"
"...Isn't that obvious?"
Rhea hooked both legs around my waist and pulled me into an embrace.
"Fuck my pussy... until you get sick of it."
"...I'll fuck you until you get sick of sex, Rhea."
Someday.
Maybe, like Amalthea, she'd reach the point where once a week—or even once a month—was enough to satisfy her.
So for that day, I'd better fuck her more now.
"Oh, right. But... was that for real?"
"What...?"
"That you'd carry my child."
"...Th-that."
Rhea looked up at me with a flustered expression.
"...I'm sorry. I used up too much strength giving birth eleven times... The truth is, I can't anymore."
"..."
One woman had given birth to eleven children.
Technically, it was one birth followed by two sets of five, but the process had already left Rhea with too many wounds.
The wounds of the heart could be eased with sex. But the accumulated damage and pain in her body couldn't be reversed.
"Instead of that... get other women pregnant. And if raising the children ever becomes difficult, I'll take them and raise them myself."
"There's no way that would ever happen."
"Hehe, you never know. Cronus's blood flowing inside you might spill out someday, and you might end up going around raping any woman you see."
Did Rhea have prophetic powers or something?
"If there are children abandoned after being raped by Zeus... I'll become their mother. All right? So don't worry."
"You're telling me to rest easy, screw any woman I want, and abandon them? Unbelievable."
"Hehe, but in return... you have to have sex with me. Deal?"
"Rhea. You're making a big mistake."
Squelch.
I drove my cock deep inside her pussy and made myself absolutely clear.
"There are no conditions on you having sex with me. If you want to, we do it. Understand...?"
"...Yes."
Rhea smiled playfully and parted her lips.
"Then... can I say it this way too?"
Rhea whispered in my ear.
"Since there are no conditions on you fucking me... from now on, you can use my pussy whenever you want."
"...Does that go for this too?"
Murmur murmur.
"...That."
Rhea's eyes quivered at my suggestion.
"...I'll think about it."
Hell yes.
Later, right before I subdue Cronus and throw him into Tartarus.
I'm going to fuck Rhea—dressed up to look pregnant—right in front of him.
* * *
For months, night after night, we practiced new positions to decide how to teach. Day after day, we demonstrated them.
"Hnnggh..."
The first to start was, surprisingly, Hera.
On the day I showed them the handjob play—me fingering Rhea from behind, essentially masturbating her for her—someone in the audience began touching herself.
That was Hera.
Right there in her seat, she openly spread her legs, slipped her own fingers inside herself, and started panting.
"If you keep that up, you'll tear your hymen. Be careful."
"Yes... big brother..."
After that, Hera kept the stimulation shallow, only about one knuckle deep.
Watching Rhea and me, she panted as if she had become Rhea herself, and Hera's masturbation gradually spread to her older and younger sisters.
"Haa, haa..."
No deep insertion. Instead, they rubbed as if only tickling the vulva.
The open masturbation Hera started soon became a regular part of sex education time with Rhea.
Even Hades, who had clung to her last shred of pride, finally slipped a finger inside her own pussy out of curiosity. The moment she did, she thrust into herself more roughly than anyone else, reaching climax in shallow, frantic strokes.
"Hnnggh..."
After I creampied Rhea, the cave filled with the distinctive fragrance of female arousal.
Younger sisters masturbating while watching their mother have sex.
'They're all looking pretty ripe now.'
Over twenty years had slipped by in what felt like no time at all.
The five sisters had now grown into the equivalent of college freshmen, and the Zeus inside me was also starting to chant, little by little: viable.
K: Thought you said you'd only fuck Rhea?
Z: They're adults now, so it's fine, okay?
K: Ah, adults—yeah, that checks out.
And now, they were fully mature adults!
Sanctioned by Rhea, sanctioned by Gaia—they were now grown women, fully capable of exercising sexual self-determination, taking responsibility for their own pussies, and making independent judgments!
"Haa, haa..."
Rhea collapsed face-down onto the bed.
We'd had so much sex that the bed was now deeply sunken in the exact shape of her prone body, to the point where I felt genuinely apologetic.
Same went for the five chairs clustered around the bed.
"Haa, haa, big brother...!"
Some were openly masturbating. Some had quickly taken care of it outside and come back. Others just smiled while squirming and rubbing their bodies together.
'It's because of Rhea.'
Thanks to Rhea—who felt no sense of rape from the first day's shock-therapy rape play, only pleasure—I had inadvertently drilled into my younger sisters' heads that "sex feels good."
That was a seriously dangerous misconception.
Sex with me feels good. Sex in general is not just a feel-good thing!
'I can't let the kids misunderstand.'
What if they got interested in sex itself and started spreading their legs for any random guy?
That absolutely cannot happen.
If such a day ever comes, that will be the day I send this world crashing into Tartarus.
This Olympus myth is my myth anyway.
Taking all five sisters as wives poses no problem at all for elevating my divine stature!
So I had worked on Rhea in advance.
Rhea was quickly won over by my cock-laced persuasion, and she fully sympathized with my intent.
Rather than suffer grief at the hands of someone like Cronus, feeling joy and pleasure at my side would be true happiness—both as a goddess and as a woman.
"...Girls."
Rhea slowly raised her body.
"Watching all this time, you must have felt many things. And now, we will proceed with the ceremony marking your first step as true adults."
Flutter.
Rhea snapped her fingers, and the wall above the bed rippled.
Roots shot up from the earth and covered the bed in an instant. The frame grew sturdier, and between the sheets, soft, cotton-like filling began to replenish itself.
"Zeus will take your virginity."
That's right.
I had decided to take my younger sisters' maidenhood.
To teach them sex free of the pain of defloration—and to teach them the pleasure of sex directly.
Would they despise me? Would they get angry?
- How could we do it with our own brother!
Would they run away from home?
"...Mother. May we have a brief, private discussion among ourselves?"
Poseidon was the first to raise her hand and speak.
A clear liquid glistened on her fingers.
"Could you step outside for a moment?"
"Understood."
I went outside.
The moon hung in the sky beyond the cave, and Amalthea, who happened to be standing guard outside, approached me.
"Zeus... Aahng?!"
Squelch.
There's no rule that says I have to suffer cock-downtime while waiting.
I pounced on Amalthea and devoted myself to sex.
And then.
"Come in."
When I returned to the cave, plant vines had stretched from the floor to the ceiling along the wall.
And between the vines, five pussies were presented.
Their hips rested below, and the five of them had their legs pulled up toward their upper bodies, fully exposing themselves.
"Rhea, what in the world...?"
"...I made a wager."
Rhea pointed at the five pussies with an intrigued expression.
If there had been any pubic hair, I could have told who was who by hair color. But every one of them was a bare pink slit, making it far from easy to distinguish one from another.
"If you've been watching your sisters closely all this time, you should be able to tell. ...Can you identify your sisters by pussy alone?"
"...What's the reason for this?"
"Cronus could use illusions or transformations to trick us, couldn't he? So you need to verify they really are your sisters. This is a test, Zeus."
"..."
"Surely you, as their brother, wouldn't fail to recognize your own sisters?"
"...I wanted my sisters' first times to be more atmospheric—just the two of us, properly set up."
"That's fine too, but... they are five sisters."
Rhea smiled as if it couldn't be helped and patted my shoulder.
"On the same day, at the same hour, they give their virginity to the same man. What stronger bond of resolve could there be?"
On the same day, at the same hour, they had resolved to lose their maidenhood to the same man.
'Lucky for me.'
Taking the virginity of your younger sister goddesses is the duty of a Titan god.
Squelch.