"It's okay, Siri. Today, I'll make sure you feel good."
"Feel good?"
"Have you ever… touched yourself?"
"No..."
"Do you even know what it is?"
"No..."
In the original story, this innocent girl was taken by that blonde NTR lord scumbag. I cursed Lucius, the original body's owner, in my mind again. How could he not take someone like her when she was right there?
I placed my hand over Siri's panties. I could feel the parted lips beneath the fabric. Yesterday, I'd forced her into an awkward position, and since she wasn't used to such sensations, she couldn't possibly have enjoyed it. But today, I planned to focus solely on pleasuring her in the most comfortable way possible.
Using your hands or mouth is fine, but to really get things going, you need to loosen things up below. I pressed my fingers gently against the white fabric, moving them up and down.
"Mph."
Siri let out a soft, uncertain moan, her face scrunching up at the unfamiliar pressure on her lower abdomen. With my other hand, I supported her lower back, gently pushing her hips forward each time I applied pressure. Naturally, her hips and my hand worked together, making it seem like she was pleasuring herself against my fingers.
I didn't ask if she was okay. Siri closed her eyes, trying to understand what I meant by "feeling good." To ensure she didn't feel uncomfortable, I moved my hands and her hips slowly and gently.
"Huh…"
After a few minutes, Siri exhaled warmly for the first time. Her white panties grew damp along the parted lips. I pressed harder against the wet spot and nibbled on her earlobe.
"Ah…!"
Siri jumped, staring at me in surprise. As her face flushed with embarrassment, I gradually increased the speed of my hand. Her expression twisted subtly, and she closed her eyes, breathing heavily.
I lifted her hips with one hand and used the other to rub her more firmly. Each stroke over the parted lips revealed their unique texture, and Siri's reactions were palpable.
"Ngh… huh… ah… ahh…"
Siri moaned, gripping my collar tightly, as if she'd tear it apart. Watching her struggle with the pleasure, I asked,
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know… ah… ngh…"
Siri buried her face in my chest, trying to pull her legs together to avoid my touch. I pushed deeper, focusing on her most sensitive spot. Her soaked panties had long since lost their purpose.
"Ahh… ugh… ngh…"
Though her face was buried in my chest, Siri was clearly enjoying my touch. Her bright red cheeks gave her away. I pulled down her panties, which clung to her thighs before sliding off, leaving a wet trail. Through the half-lowered fabric, I saw a thick jungle.
Come to think of it, a girl who doesn't even know about touching herself wouldn't shave.
I shook off the shock and decided to deal with it later. I'd have Ira handle it.
Pushing past the jungle, I felt the heat and moisture radiating from her core, inviting me in.
The narrow entrance was too tight for a man, and forcing it would be disastrous. Ignoring my surging desire, I slowly inserted a finger into the parted lips.
"Hah… ugh…"
Siri moaned softly, twisting her hips slightly. Even I was surprised by the tightness gripping my finger. I moved it slowly in and out, gauging her reaction.
"Ngh… ah… ahh… ahh…"
Siri's expression was blank, lost in pleasure. If I slowly added more fingers, pure love-making with her wasn't impossible. I tilted my finger, scraping against her inner walls, and pushed her hips again.
"Ahh!"
The intense stimulation made Siri cry out louder, her body trembling. I probed deeper, searching for her most sensitive spot. She reacted like a martial arts master, twisting and reacting differently each time.
Honestly, if I didn't think about my feelings for her, this could be fun all day.
After playing with her for a while, I found her most sensitive spot. Gently touching her clit, I watched her hips jerk back, moaning loudly.
"Ahh! Huh… L-Lord… this is…! Ngh…"
As my fingers thrust inside her and teased her clit, Siri lost control. She clung to me like a captured bird, her heart racing. Her eyes were unfocused, and her hands clawed at my robes.
"Lord… Lord… ah… ahh… ahh…"
Siri's desperate cries met my eyes. She clung to my collar, surrendering to the pleasure. The bed was soaked with her fluids.
The room was filled with her moans and the obscene sounds of our intimacy. With fluids overflowing and our passionate union, my room was no different from a breeding lake for beasts.
"Ah… ahh!"
Siri's body arched as she climaxed. Collapsing onto the floor, she trembled, her expression confused, as if she didn't understand what had just happened.
The bed was drenched. Her soaked lower body made it seem like she'd wet herself. Realizing her state, Siri tried to sit up, but her legs gave out, and she leaned back against me.
I stroked her hair and said,
"Next time, try it alone, Siri. Got it?"
"A-Alone?"
"But never in front of others, no matter how good it feels. Always do it in front of me. Understand?"
"Y-Yes…"
Siri's hand hovered between her legs before stopping. Awakening desire is like breaching a dam. Once the floodgates open, there's no stopping it. Now that I'd broken down one of Siri's walls, she was on an irreversible path.
Holding her panties, I watched Siri pull up her pants, lost in thought. It was late, and Siri needed to sleep. Personally, I wanted her to stay, but she refused, too embarrassed.
For the record, the Church's rule about "messing with nuns" only applies to rape, not consensual relations. Since both Ira and Siri consented, there was no issue.
Though I'd probably be labeled a degenerate.
Now, I pondered how to satisfy my raging desire. Should I take care of it myself or visit Ira? Deciding Ira was better than being alone, I was about to leave when someone knocked. Realizing the room still smelled of our activities, I quickly opened the window.
"Who is it?"
"It's Robin, the captain of the knights. I have an urgent report."
"What is it?"
Robin burst in, saying,
"A prophecy claims the Demon King will revive."
"Oh? That's big."
I replied nonchalantly. Figured it'd happen eventually. Since I'd already dealt with most threats, it wasn't a problem. It felt like the Demon King revived just because I'd cleared the way. I kicked my mace in the corner and told Robin,
"Get ready."
It was time to become a hero.
"Damn it."
I thought I'd become a hero, but now I might die trying. Sitting on an ogre's corpse, I muttered under my breath. Smoke rose everywhere, and the cries of the wounded filled the air.
"Are you alright, my lord?"
Robin ran over, his surroundings littered with dead orcs and goblins. The stench of burning corpses was thick. Soldiers moved the wounded and burned the enemy bodies. Monsters could turn into undead, so quick disposal was crucial.
Weren't you supposed to hunt the Demon King? I once dreamed of that. Originally, I should've smashed the head of the noble trying to unseal the Demon King and become a hero. But the day after I heard the news, monsters swarmed this territory, trapping me here.
Playing the game, I remembered this mid-game area was monster-infested, but when I first arrived, there were none. The monsters appeared as the Demon King revived. I'd underestimated the situation. I sighed, slamming my mace into the ground.
"My lord, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Siri. Tend to the other wounded."
I could've left if I wanted, but abandoning my people to hunt the Demon King would leave no one to defend them. A week's journey is short in peace but long when monsters swarm.
The neighboring lord could seize control in my absence. I chose to protect my people over becoming a hero.
Technically, I was already a hero—just limited to this territory. For a month, I waited for a hero while clearing monsters around the territory. Since I couldn't leave, I could at least buff the hero when they arrived.
After a month of killing monsters, this mid-game area had monsters averaging level 20. With my leadership and buffs, my level rose from 36 to 45, and Robin's from 20 to 30.
But despite our rising levels, I was exhausted by the endless monsters. When was the last time I returned to the mansion? It had been over a week.
Siri worked tirelessly to heal the wounded, her face pale. Robin sat on the ground, nodding off. We were all at our limits. Rushing to every monster attack had left us drained. I asked Robin...