To be honest, I find it terribly unpleasant.
I do not prefer cunnilingus.
What I prefer is fellatio—that is, having a woman suck my cock.
I like it when a woman looks up at me while sucking me as though watching my reaction, grips the base of my cock with one hand, and masturbates herself with the other.
I do enjoy that kind of sex, but I am also someone who can gladly look at and lick a woman’s pussy from time to time.
Lick, lick.
I stimulate her prominent clitoris with the tip of my tongue.
My gaze is fixed solely on the womb tattoo directly in front of me, while I suck and lick her pussy broadly with my tongue, concentrating on the stimulation.
“Ah, hah, nghh…!”
The knightess moans.
It is not merely a moan caused by having her pussy caressed, nor is it the modesty of a woman having a man lick her pussy—
“D-don’t look…!”
It is the shame of having others stare openly at her disgraceful state.
Don’t look?
Lick.
I curled my tongue around her clitoris.
After wrapping my tongue broadly around her clit, I licked downward, sweeping widely across her mound.
“Ah, hah…!”
She twisted her body and rattled her hands.
She instinctively reached out to push my head away, but because of the magical restraints on her wrists, it amounted to nothing more than a petulant resistance.
‘The one who wants to be pushed away is me.’
She had been locked in prison.
Could she really have washed herself properly?
I must not let myself worry about that peculiar unpleasantness.
“Huaaah…”
Breathing through my mouth, I lightly skimmed across her mound.
Breathing directly into her pussy would be death itself, so instead I exhaled through my mouth as though tickling her mound.
Lick.
I did not breathe through my nose.
Rather than dulling my sense of smell for no reason and ending up nauseated, it was far better to handle everything through my mouth from the beginning.
Lick.
The moment I raised my tongue vertically and licked inside as though gently parting her—
“Eungh?!”
Pshuuut.
The knightess sprayed a clear fluid.
Her entire body trembled, her head fell back, and her upper body naturally sank onto the bed.
Lick, lick.
I buried my face forward and pushed my upper body in.
Still in that fallen posture, I sucked her pussy while lifting her thighs from beneath with both hands and slowly spreading them apart.
“Ah, ahh, ngh…!”
The knightess covered her face with her hands.
Her breasts were not large, but they were still rounded, and her nipples stood stiffly erect above them. They were even harder than before.
Should I touch them?
No. With all her senses concentrated on her lower body, I needed to focus there.
“……”
For a moment, I caught my breath.
My jaw was beginning to ache, but cunnilingus was merely a means of making a virgin wet.
‘This should be enough.’
Self-comfort for the sake of survival in the face of death.
The pleasure that came from having a man lick her pussy.
Our eyes briefly met, but their gazes held neither contempt nor disgust—
Gulp.
There was a hint of envy and jealousy in them.
For an instant, I noticed the knightess peeking sideways at the thief through the gaps between her fingers. I, too, stole a glance at the thief’s gaze.
‘Are you jealous?’
The thief was envious.
As though she were a virgin who had never had her pussy licked by a man, the thief kept fidgeting with her fingers and squeezing her legs together.
‘If you’re jealous, you should have been a virgin.’
The only pussies I lick are those of women whose virginity I have taken by penetrating them.
If the knightess had been a non-virgin and the thief a virgin, I would naturally have licked the thief’s pussy.
But the knightess was the virgin.
I could tell immediately just from the way she moved in response to having her pussy licked and from her reactions to the stimulation itself.
Smuack.
“Eungh?!”
When I moved my mouth as though kissing her pussy, the knightess’s waist rose halfway into the air.
And that was not all.
The light in her womb tattoo had already begun to fill past the halfway point and beyond.
It was surging like a wave, rising and quickly ebbing away like water filling and then draining, but I had clearly seen it shoot upward for an instant when she sprayed her fluids earlier.
‘This is convenient.’
A way to tell whether a woman had climaxed or not?
It was not good to rely entirely on things like magic and status windows, but when you had a tool, not using it was foolish.
Learning mathematics did not mean you stopped using a calculator.
Smack.
I gave her a final kiss and rose.
Pretending to be as composed as possible, I straightened my upper body and boldly turned my head from side to side, acting as though I did not care about the people beside or behind me.
“Haa, haa, haa…”
The knightess moaned with a flushed, heated face.
In her first sigh, I sensed relief that the caressing had ended.
In her second, I sensed the comfort of her pounding heart beginning to calm.
And in the third sigh, I clearly detected it.
“Aah…”
A faint regret, a desire for something different—or perhaps more intense stimulation.
“Hey.”
I pulled down my pants.
“It’s going to hurt, but bear it on your own, all right?”
“Uh, ngh…?”
“It’s because I’m a little big. I promise. The pain will be momentary, but the pleasure will last forever.”
The knightess’s gaze turned toward my cock.
Though she pretended otherwise, the thief—and even the succubus secretary—were also watching my cock with surreptitious interest.
I may not have had the best physique, but my cock was exceptional.
It was the cock that had struggled along with me as a mercenary. Even if I was not good at hunting monsters, I had used it to have sex with prostitutes, sometimes receiving meals because they would say, “You were good today, so it’s free.”
“Consider it an honor.”
Modern sexual techniques were about to be applied to that cock.
“There probably isn’t a better cock among humans than this one. So then—”
“W-wait a moment…!”
Just as I positioned the head of my cock before her pussy to penetrate her, the knightess cried out urgently.
“Th-that’s…!”
“What? Say it quickly. Can’t you see how worked up I am?”
My erection was one thing, but the bigger problem was that the pussy which had finally become wet after being licked was beginning to dry.
“So…”
“I’m in a hurry. I’m going in.”
“I-I’m torn…!”
“……”
For a moment, I could not understand what the knightess was saying.
“What do you mean?”
“I-I mean, I’ve never had sex even once, but…”
“……”
A chill suddenly ran down my spine.
‘Fuck, was she lying?’
Had she pretended to be a virgin despite not being one?
Because she was afraid for her life?
“Heh.”
The succubus secretary watching me from behind let out a low laugh, as though she found it amusing.
Perhaps she was mocking me for not even being able to tell whether a woman was a virgin or not.
Or perhaps—
“I’ve never had sex before, so what about it?”
I spoke as calmly as possible while still pressing my body forward.
“Whether you’ve had sex or not doesn’t matter. Even if you’re lying, I’ll do a better job than that bastard.”
“No, that’s not it…! I-I was riding a horse, and I suffered some bleeding…!”
“……”
I remained still, the head of my cock positioned directly before her pussy.
The knightess had grabbed both her legs and spread them apart. I stood before her, calmly looking down at her.
“Ah.”
Suddenly, I remembered.
“So you’re saying no blood will come out?”
It was an unpleasant memory.
I remembered an excuse made by an ex-girlfriend who claimed that her hymen had torn while she was dancing and insisted that she was still a virgin.
Was such a thing actually possible?
It certainly was.
There were women who lost their virginity to dildos, and others whose internal muscles spasmed after moving their lower bodies violently.
“Hmm. What should I do…? If you aren’t a virgin—”
“W-wait! I-I really am a virgin!”
The knightess cried out desperately.
“I am a virgin, truly! Please, d-don’t throw me out…!”
Just as I thought.
‘Caught you.’
This woman.
She had misunderstood that non-virgins were killed.
Because I had established the atmosphere by throwing the priestess and the female warrior to the male prisoners and orcs, the knightess was deeply mistaken.
If the succubus secretary simply said, “That’s not how it is~,” the misunderstanding would be cleared up and the situation resolved.
The training would end, and so would my psychological advantage.
But—
“I-I swear it on the goddess!”
“…Puhahahaha!”
The moment the knightess invoked the goddess over her virginity, the succubus secretary burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
“Ahaha! S-sorry, instructor. I’ve just, hic, never seen anyone swear by the goddess to prove whether she’s a virgin or not, hic, in all my life…”
The succubus secretary offered her excuse while tears streamed from her eyes.
‘Got you.’
Amid the mockery and contempt hanging around her eyes, I found a way to survive.
“Hmm. True enough. If she swore on her virginity and still turned out not to be a virgin, then she would truly be disqualified as a knight. She would be trying to live disgracefully even while denying the goddess, wouldn’t she?”
Honestly, I hoped that was the case.
Denying the goddess—the faith of humanity—in order to save herself would be the symbol of corruption, and turning her into such a being through this training would be the perfect victory.
…No.
The moment she lied like that, the knightess would become no different from the female warrior.
She would even be someone who had sold out the goddess.
“Is that so?”
“N-no, it isn’t!”
“Secretary. Holy magic can determine whether she’s a virgin or not immediately, can’t it?”
I turned my gaze toward the secretary.
“Hmm, well…”
The secretary picked up the tablet she had been writing on and approached my side, smiling slyly.
“There is such magic. Shall I confirm it for you?”
Her paper was filled with detailed notes on how I was training the knightess.
At the same time, as though testing me, she tapped the tip of her pen against an empty spot on the page.
“No.”
I trusted myself.
“You can tell whether she’s a virgin by penetrating her.”
Rather than relying on a succubus whose allegiance I still could not be certain of, or on holy magic whose true nature I did not even know—
“I’m going in. Relax and stay still.”
“U-ugh…”
I would rely solely on my sexual experience, my technique, and my senses.
Slip.
‘Please.’
If she was a virgin, there was still a chance.
I could slowly steep her in pleasure, fill her womb tattoo to more than one hundred percent, and turn her into a demon who focused solely on my cock in order to survive.
But if she was not a virgin, she had lied to save herself and even invoked the goddess. She could never become a proper subject of training.
It would end with nothing more than a single bout of sex.
“I’ll determine whether you’re a virgin or not with my cock.”
Slip.
I pushed my cock into the knightess’s pussy.