The refres.h.i.+ng morning sun s.h.i.+ned into the dining hall. Since it was the morning after Ogmios's funeral, an awkward atmosphere filled the castle, but it was especially p.r.o.nounced here.

Bargisel sat at the head of the large rectangular table covered in a white tablecloth. Fasilia sat to his right and Evun on the right side of the table. Orphen sat on the left side of the table and Arlee sat across from the boy.

Sitting at the same table as that family was bad enough, but he was sitting at the head of the table. He thought he was going to die.

And that feeling was mostly thanks to Arlee who angrily clattered her silverware as she ate, creating very displeased metallic noises.

That youngest sister made no attempt to hide how upset she was and in fact made a point of showing it off, but her stepmother and sisters ignored her. Bargisel was of course hesitant to speak to her.

“Okay, eat up everyone. There is plenty more.”

Fasilia spoke cheerfully while serving her stepdaughters and Bargisel with equal respect. It was hard to believe that was the same widow who was moaning in pleasure as a young male pounded her from behind the night before.

Evun used a silver fork and knife to silently carry a salad, potatoes au gratin, and a cold squash soup to her mouth.

Orphen was very low energy as she lazily rested her head in her hand and meaninglessly poked her fork into her potatoes.

“Um…”

Bargisel could stand it no longer and started to speak, but then Orphen opened her mouth while holding up a potato on her fork.

“Hey, mother. You look prettier than yesterday. It's like your skin has a nicer l.u.s.ter to it.”

“Oh, do I? That would be nice, but flattery will get you nowhere. Perhaps it is because such a load has been lifted from my shoulders.”

The stepmother and stepdaughter laughed cheerfully together.

That looked like a happy scene at first glance, but there was no smile in their eyes and it all looked like an empty act. Bargisel guessed he only saw it that way because of the guilt in his heart.

Fasilia was behaving like all that s.e.x with him last night had not happened and the three sisters were behaving like they had not seen him e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e.

He felt like he was seeing just how brazen women could be and it scared him.

But that unique atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a cras.h.i.+ng sound.

Arlee had slammed her hands against the table while still holding her fork and knife.

“Why is that idiot sitting there? That's dad's seat.”

“W-well…”

The swordswoman glared at Bargisel with a brutal look on her face, but before he could respond, Evun responded with a cool expression and while continuing to eat her soup.

“Of course he is sitting there. It has yet to be officially announced, but he will eventually be the head of the household.”

“No one's going to accept that. The Lennus family should obviously go to you, Eve! Right!?”

Arlee turned that brutal expression all around her seeking agreement.

The maids and butlers were overpowered by her intensity and lowered their heads, but her sisters were not cowed.

“Oh, shut up. Stop making so much noise so early in the morning.” Lazy Orphen looked up at her high-energy sister with obvious annoyance. “Are you protesting what dad decided?”

“I-it's not that. But isn't this weird? I mean, yes, dad really liked him, but why does one of us have to marry him? He's just an orphan with no known family name. Lennus gains nothing from this, so why do we have to marry him to inherit the family?”

She must have been worried for her sisters all night because there were faint tears of frustration in the corners of her eyes.

She was normally such a bright and cheerful girl, but she was clearly tired. And Bargisel hated knowing it was his fault.

“Father might have left that will for your sake. A third daughter would normally have no way of inheriting the family, so why not take advantage of this rare opportunity by seducing Bar?”

“Are you kidding me? I don't care about inheriting the family. And I'll never sleep with him!”

Orphen shrugged as if to say there was nothing to be done when this sister was making a fuss like a puppy, but she must have come up with a great idea a moment later because she raised her index finger and winked at Bargisel.

“Oh, but it sounds like a good idea to me. I don't care at all about inheriting the family, but I have always had my eye on Bar♪ Choose me and I come with land and a castle. So how about we sell the Lennus territory to Evun and then enjoy a comfortable life together?”

“Eh?”

Bargisel was dumbfounded, so Evun spoke up instead.

“If you choose me, we can work together to bring great prosperity to Lennus. That will put you in a much better position with the royal family than as a simple knight. You could even end up with enough power to influence the future of the Ralfint royal family.”

“Yeah, that's about what I would expect from you, Evun. Prosaic and boring.”

Evun made radical statements with a straight face and Orphen mischievously tempted him. Bargisel could not figure out how serious either of them were and he had no idea how to respond, but Arlee went pale and interrupted her sisters.

“W-wait, what are you talking about? Are you actually going to follow dad's ridiculous will!?”

“Oh? Are you refusing the right?”

When Orphen asked that with a straight face, Arlee responded with an uncertain expression.

“Well, I'm not interested in inheriting the family and I'm not interested in that idiot…but maybe I shouldn't outright refuse this right. Then again…”

The older sisters smiled bitterly as they watched the youngest muttering to herself and making excuses.

An elderly butler approached during that noisy breakfast to say a messenger had arrived and said it was urgent.

“Let them through.”

On Evun's command, a simple rural young man entered without picking up on any of the awkwardness.

He claimed that a gang of bandits known in his region had rapidly grown after absorbing some runaway soldiers from the previous battle and now numbered at over 50. The bandits were apparently going around to the small villages in the mountains and demanding protection money.

If a village refused, they would be slaughtered as a lesson to the others. The young man was begging to have the knights sent out to suppress the bandits.

“I see. Understood. You may leave and get some rest.”

Once the young messenger had left, Orphen spoke.

“What does our next family head think?”

Bargisel nearly said he was not the next family head, but he realized stubbornly denying it would not be constructive here.

“I of course think they should be suppressed. A knight must be able to protect the people in his territory.”

He meant every word of that. That was the spirit of chivalry that Ogmios had instilled in him.

Evun must have been satisfied with his answer because she gave a thin smile.

“The report makes it sound like a fairly largescale problem. Fortunately, we have 500 troops on hand. However, they are the ones we borrowed from the royal family.”

“We can't use them to hunt down the bandits?” asked Arlee.

Evun shook her head.

“While we likely can, I would be required to pay a visit to the capital to ask permission first.”

“Um, instead of immediately sending out an army, I think we should take the time to gather information first.”

“Yes, that would be standard practice.”

Evun agreed with Bargisel's suggestion.

“Then I will go on a scouting mission.”

“You will? …Well, if you want.”

While that serious discussion was being held, Orphen suppressed a bored yawn and got up.

“Okay, I'm going to take a nap in my room. Bye bye~~~♪”

“You'll turn into a pig if all you do is eat and sleep.”

Orphen brushed off Arlee's comment.

“I need my beauty sleep to keep my skin nice for Bar. And Bar, I'll keep my room unlocked♪”

“Wh-what do you expect me to do with that information?”

He knew she was teasing him, but he still grew fl.u.s.tered and Arlee shouted angrily when she saw it.

“She's obviously joking! Why are you blus.h.i.+ng, you idiot!?”

“Oh? But I'm 100% serious♪”

Orphen made a show of being flirtatious, Arlee snapped at her, and Evun viewed her sisters like they were very strange indeed. And as if he was fleeing those sisters, Bargisel set out for the region where the bandits were running rampant. Right now, being surrounded by a hundred bandits sounded more relaxing than being around those three.

“Oh, Lady Evun. Still at work I see.”

After gathering what information he could and returning, Bargisel met Evun who was wearing her armor and hard at work in the living room. She commanded 500 soldiers, so she had to have a lot of administrative work to complete.

He told that calm and collected general what he had learned from the residents of the area in question.

“Excellent work. You may leave and get some rest.”

“U-um…”

“Is there something more?”

“No…”

He shrank back when she turned those cold eyes on him.

He saw Evun as more than just his savior's daughter. She was his direct superior as a knight for the king's brother faction of the Ralfint Kingdom.

And since she was the most removed from his age, he had trouble being more informal with her. She had the looks of a born n.o.ble and she maintained a detached demeanor with everyone. Even with him, she only acted like a simple superior. She was a knight leader and he was a knight. She was a general and he was a soldier. She was a n.o.ble daughter and he was a servant. That was their relations.h.i.+p.

She was simultaneously the closest and the most distant of the three sisters.

“Shall I bring you something to drink?”

She sighed at his suggestion.

“You need to keep in mind that you are a proper knight of Ralfint and not just a page.”

“But I see myself as a soldier of the Lennus family before being a knight of Ralfint.”

She shrugged and shook her head in exasperation at his immediate response.

“Heh. You really are hopeless. Then bring me some wine. A rosé would be nice. I believe we have some '15 Bullari.”

“Right away.”

Bargisel hurried to the underground food storeroom and brought back some wine and cheese.

But simply serving it as-is would have been boring, so he sliced the cheese into bite-sized pieces, placed it on bamboo skewers with ham in between, and loaded up a large plate.

He was also not cra.s.s enough to simply bring her the bottle of wine. He opened a crystal container and decanted it to transfer over the clean wine at the top while avoiding the lees at the bottom.

He placed it all on a tray and entered the room to find Evun had finished her work and was just sitting around.

That intellectual beauty wore a dark blue inner s.h.i.+rt with a simple silver breastplate over it and a loose dark blue cape over that while seated in a cla.s.sic wood-carved chair. It looked as perfect as a painting.

He just about stared in awe, but he instead approached like a butler and held out the tray.

“I apologize I could not prepare anything nicer than this.”

“No, this is enough. Thank you. Yes, it smells nice.”

She moved her nose to the wine gla.s.s and enjoyed the aroma before taking a sip of the red liquid. Then she ate one of the skewered snacks.

“Yes, this is good too.”

“I am glad you like it.”

He really was glad and it must have shown on his face. She glanced over at that servant and spoke.

“Are you aware what the female knights say about you?”

“No.”

He thought of his life as a p.a.w.n for the Lennus family to use as it saw fit. He had essentially dedicated himself to serving them and there was nothing else for him. So even when he spoke on friendly terms with his female colleagues, he had not worried about what they thought of him. His superior must have realized how he saw things, so she shook her head.

“A boy of your age really should pay more attention to how the opposite s.e.x views him, but fine. They apparently voted you as the #1 guy they want to make their wife.”

“They did?”

Was that even a compliment? Girls saying they wanted to make him “their wife” felt more like a form of teasing than anything. He was clearly confused as the young woman continued the conversation with wine in hand.

“They say someone as good at cooking, cleaning, and laundry as you is wasted as a knight.”

“R-really?”

He really was skilled at all forms of housework, but he was unsure why Evun was telling him this and he had trouble figuring out what expression to put on his face.

“I agree with them, but that would be a problem in the future.”

She looked up as if teasing the confused boy and then tapped her shoulder while lazily twisting her head.

“Sorry, but could you give me a shoulder ma.s.sage?”

“Yes, with pleasure.”

The boy was like a faithful dog and would gladly obey when given a job, so he quickly moved behind her, moved his arms around the back of the chair, and placed his hands on her slender neck and shoulders.

The shoulder armor and breastplate made it hard to ma.s.sage well, but she seemed satisfied.

“Ahh, that feels nice.”

He did not normally hear such a pleased voice coming from her, so his heart raced.

He realized this may have been his first time to ever touch her, even if it was through her uniform. Her neck was very slender and she looked beautiful even from behind.

The aroma rising from her body was quite different from Fasilia's. That n.o.ble wife had seemed to produce perfume from inside her body, giving her a sweet scent, but a soldier like Evun did not use any blatant perfume. However, she did use some makeup as an adult woman, so she did have an elegant scent.

She began to speak while seemingly entranced.

“You did well in the battle. It was your efforts on the vanguard that allowed the rest of the soldiers to fight so hard. It was your fierce fighting that made the enemy fear some kind of trick.”

“I am honored I could be of service. I am not very smart, so I am only useful at times like that.”

She turned her head to glare at him.

“Cut the humility. You have a bad habit of being far too humble. You need to have more confidence in yourself. You were personally raised by the Ogmios and he chose you as his heir.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

He ma.s.saged her shoulders in silence after she scolded him, but after a while, she spoke again.

“I am not a very popular person.”

“That isn't true!”

She held out a hand to stop him from shouting and then continued.

“It is true. The way I command from the rear guard does not earn the support of the troops. They prefer people who rush out in the vanguard like you. My father was a very wise man. He must have thought you would make a better head of the family than me.”

“But you need intelligence more than anything to protect Lennus.”

Bargisel desperately argued her case, but she shook her head.

“No, the leader does not need to be an ingenious tactician. They simply need one of those serving them. And I really am the staff officer type. I work best with someone above me.”

“I really don't think that's true…”

Bargisel was unsure what to say and Evun grinned.

“Also, there is apparently a saying among merchant families that they should adopt an heir every three generations. You would be ideal for that role. Oh, thank you. That is enough.”

When he let go of her shoulders, she rested her elbow on the chair's armrest, rested her cheek in her hand, and looked up at the boy with the beautiful lower whites of her eyes showing.

“Could you ma.s.sage my legs now?”

“Eh?”

He froze up when she gave him that shocking order, but she acted like it was no big deal.

“With all the work recently, my legs must be swollen. They feel sluggish. Although I do feel bad asking the next head of the family to do something like this.”

He could not refuse when she put it like that, so he knelt at her feet.

Evun did not like showing her emotions in front of people, but she must have relaxed some when it came to him because she did not hide the exhaustion on her face as she crossed her legs and held the right leg out toward him.

She wore dark blue stockings, her fit thighs were not too skinny and not too thick, her calves were tight, and her ankles slender. Her legs were formed from the perfect curves.

He ended up staring, so she made a further attack.

“What's wrong? You claim on an almost daily basis to have sworn your life to us, but now you disobey me?”

“O-of course not.”

He respectfully took her ankle like it was some priceless jewel and began ma.s.saging along her calf.

He had never touched a woman's leg before. The nice balance of fat and muscle had a uniquely squishy feeling. He could feel the warmth even through the smooth fabric and he felt like he could ma.s.sage it forever without ever growing tired of it. Also, this gave him a view up at her from below. The hem of her hip covering and the front cloth functioned as a skirt, but he still felt just a step away from seeing inside.

His crotch grew hard even though he really wished it would not and he could not stop himself from continually glancing up to the base of her legs. She gave a snort of laughter as she looked down at him.

“What's wrong? You've stopped the ma.s.sage.”

“My apologies.”

After ma.s.saging up from her right ankle to the calf and from the calf to the thigh, she crossed her legs the other way and held out her left leg. While he silently ma.s.saged that leg in the same way, her other leg b.u.mped into his crotch.

“Hh,” he groaned.

He a.s.sumed it was a coincidence at first, but the touching gradually grew bolder until she was really just rubbing his crotch with the top of her foot.

“Ah, what are you-? S-stop that.”

“Heh heh. Care to explain why you're so hard down here?”

There was a bewitching light in the black eyes looking down at him and a mockingly cold smile on her lips.

“I'm sorry…”

As she watched him apologize, she wiped off the corner of her mouth like she had been drooling. It was a casual movement, but it seemed so lewd and indecent it sent a tingle through his body.

Until the day before, he had believed women were all pure beings. But after seeing how s.e.xual Fasilia was, he knew not to be fooled by appearances. He now knew that women were h.o.r.n.y too.

“Ma.s.sage me a little…higher than that.”

“O-of course.”

He moved his hands up inside her hip covering. Her tights ended partway up her thighs, so he was touching her bare skin now. The surface was as smooth as marble, but it was nicely warm and soft. He had trouble suppressing the urge to rub his cheek against it. Sweat covered his hands as they subconsciously – or semi-consciously – drifted ever higher.

Evun's black eyes stared down at him all the while. She also silently continued teasing the boy's crotch with her foot.

He intended to stop as soon as she told him to, but she never did.

In the oppressive silence of waiting for her to demand he stop, his hands continued ma.s.saging ever higher. And he finally arrived at the base of her thigh.

He felt a new fabric there. He was touching the crotch of her underwear.

“Kh.”

She held a fist to her mouth in embarra.s.sment, but she did not say anything.

(She's saying I can touch her here, isn't she?)

He did not ask that out loud because he was afraid she would say no. But he did ask her with his eyes while he gradually grew bolder, searched out her feminine slit through the thin fabric, and started rubbing up and down it.

(Oh, her underwear is a little wet. That means she's enjoying this, doesn't it?)

She remained stiffly in place and said nothing. Before long, he noticed a stiff b.u.mp at his fingertip.

“Nh…”

Every time he touched her there, she would release an anguished nasal breath and her foot would tremble. The foot pressed against his crotch also trembled.

He was hesitant at first, but he finally pressed his middle finger against that b.u.mp and focused on kneading it around.

“Nh, nh…nh…nhh…”

She wrinkled her brow and bore with it, but the left foot finally fell away from his crotch. Her lower body had apparently gone limp.

She seemed to be indulging in the pleasure he brought her, but she still desperately suppressed her moans. Her black eyes grew damp and she trembled, both of which made her look unbearably hot.

(Oh, man. I really want to see her lose control of herself from pleasure.)

“Nh, hh, kh.”

The boy's desire grew uncontrollably as he looked up at that female general writhing in pleasure from his ma.s.sage.

(I want to see her p.u.s.s.y! I want to lick it! I want to suck out all its juices!)

He could feel the wet warmth of her s.e.x organ through that one thin layer of fabric and the frustration of that barrier finally pushed him over the edge.

“Lady Evun, I'm sorry, but this isn't enough!”

He shoved his face below the front cloth and into her crotch.

“Ah, hey, what are you doing!?”

She did finally stop him at this point.

“Please let me have a taste of your p.u.s.s.y!”

He regretted how straightforward a request he had made, but he felt he had a chance of gaining permission. Fasilia really had brainwashed him the night before.

That widow had told him the sisters would not say no to him.

When he begged her with his face still buried in her crotch, Evun turned her head to the side, pressed her left fist to her mouth, and glanced over and down at his face while she considered it. But she finally sighed and granted his request.

“Fine, then. You can remove my underwear.”

“Thank you so much!”

Delighted, he stuck both hands under her hip covering and grabbed the panties at her hipbones.

She supported herself on the armrests to lift up her hips, so he pulled the panties from her b.u.t.t, to her thighs, and down her beautiful legs contained in dark blue tights.

The stylish underwear was made from ultramarine fabric and had grape pattern st.i.tching. He had some trouble but finally got it past her leg armor. Once he held that damp sc.r.a.p of cloth in his hands, he felt an urge to bury his face in it and enjoy the smell, but now was not the time for that. He placed the woman's divine raiment in his pocket for safekeeping and then made a new request.

“Um, could you place your legs up on the armrests to spread them for me?”

“…”

She glared down at him, but she still spread her legs and placed them up on the armrests as asked.

“Is this to your liking?”

She was blus.h.i.+ng, but she remained proud.

“Thank you very much. Um, can I also pull up that front cloth?”

“If you want…”

She was clearly embarra.s.sed because she knew what pulling up that front cloth would mean.

His heart was pounding so hard he thought it would burst as he gulped and did so.

“Wow.”

He breathed a sigh of wonder.

Evun's bared crotch was finally right there in front of him. Instead of seeing the crotch of a woman he had long had feelings for, he felt more like he was seeing the crotch of a G.o.ddess who he had not dared have feelings for.

Fasilia had spread her legs for him last night and Evun was doing it for him tonight, so he could not help but compare them.

“Wow, you're so wet.”

His thoughtless comment earned him a sharp glare from her.

“How could I not be after you teased me like that? I am a woman with a woman's desires. Or did you think I was entirely void of emotion?”

“N-no…sorry.”

After apologizing, he made another request.

“Um, can I spread it?”

“If you want.”

Her face was flushed red, but her pride demanded she act unbothered by it all.

Once he had permission, he placed his thumbs and forefingers around her swollen l.a.b.i.a and spread them.

A sharp feminine scent immediately reached his nose.

Fasilia may have been right about the brighter coloration of youth because Evun's was more of a bright red than simply pink.

And the entire thing was covered in syrup.

It was so beautiful he had to gulp and it was just as s.e.xy as Fasilia's, but the widow won out when it came to raw s.e.x appeal.

He felt like that was due to Evun's v.u.l.v.a being too beautiful. Her translucent love juices beautifully coated all that s.e.xual flesh so it glittered in the light. Fasilia's love juices had been more whiteish and frothy, which had given it all an obscener look.

Realizing that obsceneness apparently added to s.e.x appeal, the boy felt a powerful desire to make this dignified and intelligent young woman much obscener.

“You don't have to stare. It's embarra.s.sing…”

He looked up in surprise at that displeased comment to find Evun trying to suppress the embarra.s.sment inside herself.

He never knew that calm and composed young woman could look like this.

“So what do you think?”

“Eh!? About what?”

He tilted his head, so she clarified.

“You were just staring quite intensely at my p.u.s.s.y, so I feel like you should at least share your thoughts.”

“Oh, of course. It's really pretty! And s.e.xy! It looks as tasty as a blood clam!”

Since he had grown up in a mountain kingdom, Bargisel thought of seafood like clams as the most luxurious of foods.

“Tasty? Is that how men see it? Well, fine then. If you think it looks tasty, then eat up.”

“With pleasure!”

The kneeling boy buried his face between her legs.

His tongue reached for that raw feminine flesh at the center of that marble-white skin and soaked in the feminine nectar there.

“Ah.”

She let out a small moan and her hips shook.

He tasted a tingling acidity and saltiness on his tongue, along with a sticky sensation.

Fasilia had let him touch her v.u.l.v.a the night before and had given him a thorough explanation of its parts, but she had not let him lick it. He could not help but speak up in joy at licking a p.u.s.s.y for the first ever time.

“Ahh, so this is what you taste like…what your p.u.s.s.y tastes like. It's salty and delicious!”

“You really don't have to say that out loud. It's embarra.s.sing!”

She had asked for his opinion after viewing her v.u.l.v.a, so she had probably wanted the same here, but actually hearing it proved too embarra.s.sing and she protested.

However, she did not tell him to stop licking. In fact, she placed her hand on the back of his head and pushed it against her crotch.

He used his tongue, lips, and even nose to taste every part of that s.e.xual flesh like a dog devouring its food.

“Ahh, yes, y-you sure are being thorough. If you keep that up, I-I…I'll…”

Just as Fasilia had taught him, persistently going after a woman's weak points caused even this composed young woman to lose control and writhe in pleasure.

“Ahh, I-I never knew it felt this good.”

Her lower stomach was twitching and she had apparently underestimated the pleasure of c.u.n.n.i.l.i.n.g.u.s.

Her love juices flowed endlessly as he kept licking.

She always acted on perfect calculations, so it was not often he saw her shaken by something surpa.s.sing her expectations.

As he continued licking and sucking at her, he gradually figured out where she was most sensitive. Her urethra was apparently her biggest weakness. She also responded quite well to the c.l.i.toris and v.a.g.i.n.a of course, but the way her entire body trembled when he licked her urethra was unique.

He focused his licking there.

“Th-there? But that tingles…”

She seemed to panic when he searched out her weak point, but she did not tell him to stop and pressed his head against her crotch even harder. He wanted to fill her with even more pleasure too, so he persistently licked her there.

“Nh, if you keep licking there, I-I'll…ahhhhhh~~!”

A tremor ran through the surface of her slender body. Her hips writhed as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but she could not move it much while in the chair. As he mercilessly licked at her weak point, she finally raised a cry of despair.

“Ahhhh, wait, no! I can't hold it in…”

A liquid sprayed from the small hole he had been so persistently licking.

Her self-respect was stronger than the average person's, yet she had just p.i.s.sed herself in front of someone. He was surprised, but her hips had gone weak and she could not stop the flow.

It sprayed out quite impressively and naturally got all over his face. It was warm.

“…Move out of the way…”

The embarra.s.sment and lethargy made her voice unbelievably weak for her. That dignified young woman in military armor sat there with her legs spread wide, a small waterfall of urine flowing out, and a dazed look on her face.

That looked so hot and beautiful to Bargisel, so he actually ignored her orders for once.

Instead, he opened his mouth and swallowed what got inside. Not even he was quite sure why he had decided to do that. It had simply felt like a waste to let such a beautiful woman's bodily fluid go to waste.

“Wh-what are you-? are you drinking it?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she still could not stop the flow.

She could only watch as the boy swallowed it. It did not actually last long, but it seemed to last forever for the two of them.

After drinking his respected commander's bodily fluid, Bargisel sighed happily.

“Ah…that was delicious.”

“It was urine. It could not have been delicious.”

She placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him close. His face and chest were wet with her pee, but she hugged him all the same. And then she placed her lips on the ones that had been drinking her urine.

Her smooth tongue slipped into his mouth, licked his front teeth, caught his tongue, and licked all around his mouth before sucking in his saliva and swallowing it.

She sighed after the pa.s.sionate kiss came to an end.

“You really are cute. …It would be a shame to let Orphen or Arlee have you.”

“Hm? L-Lady Evun?”

That intimidating young woman's black eyes were melted.

He felt like she had finally removed her mask of a general. She had desperately tried to keep that on even as he ate her out, but now she seemed to have revealed the side of herself that was a s.e.xual being.

Sensing this through his male instincts instead of his rational mind, his heart raced from s.e.xual expectation and joy.

“You have come this far, so go ahead and have a proper taste of me.”

“Eh?”

A beautiful leg in dark blue tights once more moved between his knees to rub at his crotch with her thigh.

“Ah…”

“You are about to explode in your pants, aren't you?”

There was a teasing note to her voice. He felt like she was mocking him for c.u.mming so quickly the day before, but she was not wrong.

However she felt about this, she wrapped her arms around his back and whispered sweet temptation into his ear.

“Have s.e.x with me. I am a candidate to be your bride, am I not?”

When he gave her a look of disbelief, she looked somewhat uncertain.

“Do you not want to do it with me?”

“Th-th-that isn't true at all. I'd love to.”

He hurriedly pulled his raging erection from his pants.

The young c.o.c.k curved almost all the way up to his navel with a hardness that felt like it could pierce steel.

“In that case, Lady Evun, I will ‘try you out' as you sisters kept saying.”

“Go ahead.”

She seemed overwhelmed by his intensity and only gave a short response.

That said, she kept her legs spread in the chair.

He could not wait a moment longer, so he pressed the tip of his erection against her l.a.b.i.a that were soaked with love juices, saliva, and urine.

Thanks to Fasilia's efforts, the foreskin had peeled back on its own and her warm stickiness got all over the exposed head.

“I will put it in now!”

With the intensity of a wild beast, he placed his hands on her knees up on the armrests and pushed his manhood inside her.

“Khhhhhh!!”

She groaned as if suppressing a cry.

He managed to get the head inside, but unlike Fasilia's v.a.g.i.n.a, Evun's would not accept him so readily. She was unexpectedly tight. The small hole would not spread open very easily and it rejected his d.i.c.k.

Confused, he looked at the pained wrinkling of her brow and asked a hesitant question.

“U-um…Lady Evun. Surely not, but, um, is this…your first time?”

“Of course it is. As Ogmios's eldest daughter it was my duty to resist such temptations.”

She was five years older than him, so he had simply seen her as an adult.

But now that he thought about it, he had been closer to her than anyone while serving her and he had never seen her in a relations.h.i.+p with the opposite s.e.x. That meant she likely had no s.e.xual experience with them either.

“But do not worry. I have bled down there a few times after riding my horse, so my hymen should already be broken.”

“But…no, never mind. I will keep going!”

She had taken the lead this whole time when she was actually a virgin. That surprised him and made him want to put it in her even more.

He indulged in her kindness and forcibly pushed it in. He felt her internal flesh being pushed apart and he finally managed to get in up to the base.

“Ah, ghhhhhh!”

The way she suppressed a cry worried him.

“Are you okay?”

“I-it only feels strange, so do not worry. More importantly, how about you start moving?”

Her v.a.g.i.n.a was painfully tight, but it gradually loosened up with time.

“Then that is what I will do.”

He slowly pulled back his hips and it felt like her insides were going to pull out along with his p.e.n.i.s.

“Ah, nhhh.”

The way she wrinkled her brow was s.e.xy.

As her v.a.g.i.n.al pressure loosened, he could actually feel the rough folds inside her.

(Wow, she's so tight and rough. Far's p.u.s.s.y and Lady Evun's p.u.s.s.y couldn't be more different.)

He had no intention of ranking them, but Evun's was undoubtedly tighter and had more folds.

She was the daughter of his savior and she was his direct superior. She scared him, but he also respected her. Taking her chast.i.ty rapidly filled him with a sense of responsibility.

Now that she had offered him her chast.i.ty…no, given him her virginity, it only made sense to marry her. Plus, she had always been the ideal successor to the Lennus territory.

“I have made up my mind. I will marry you, Lady Evun. Please marry me.”

“You really are hasty, aren't you? But I am glad to hear it.”

“Lady Evun!”

The emotions filling him drew out the habits Fasilia had built within him the night before. In other words, he started pounding away without thinking about her circ.u.mstances.

“Ah, ah, kh, i-if you're that rough…ahh.”

These wild hips had made a widow cry with pleasure, so the virgin young woman clung to the boy and writhed in pleasure.

However, she did not take a cruel view of the boy and instead smiled bitterly as if to express her exasperation with him.

The boy's thrusting caused her body to tense up while the thick chair creaked.

“Whoa!”

Finally, the chair toppled backwards.

He supported her with his arms before her head could hit the floor.

She was still seated in the chair, so her crotch was essentially lifted up in the air. Her dark blue stockinged legs were spread wide with the boy's c.o.c.k still inside her.

And despite the accident, his rampaging hips continued moving.

“Oh, wow. Your thick thing is pounding in and out of me. Kh, it's such an obscene sight.”

She wanted to turn aside so she did not have to watch, but the chair kept her from moving like she wanted. And even with her head turned, she kept glancing back over at their union.

Meanwhile, he lost himself in the tight and rough sensation of her v.a.g.i.n.a while also observing how her mouth opened wide to moan loudly.

“Lady Evun, I'm about to c.u.m!”

“You can c.u.m whenever you want. Fill me with your hot stuff!”

The two of them kissed and he thrust as deep inside her as he could manage.

“Lady Evuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!”

His d.i.c.k swelled out all at once, he felt something racing up it, and the liquid erupted from the tip to shoot deep inside her and fill her v.a.g.i.n.a.

“Ah, y-yes, th-this is so- ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The throbbing of his c.o.c.k spread to her body and she writhed from the pleasure of being c.u.mmed inside.

The white liquid flowed back out from their union and soaked her lower stomach.

His e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n finally ended, but their lovemaking had not. Their intense mutual desire continued until they were both too exhausted to continue.

The next morning, Evun returned alone to the royal capital of Gottlieb to receive permission to use the army she had commanded in order to suppress the bandits.