I sat in the driver’s seat, leaning my upper body toward Seraphina in the passenger seat. *Chup, chup.* As our intense kissing continued, Seraphina’s hand happened to brush the inside of my thigh.
Lodged there was my cock, already fully erect. *Thump*—her palm gripped that heavy pillar. Perhaps it was a bit too hefty to be a gear stick, for Seraphina lowered her gaze slightly to confirm what exactly it was.
Her gaze drifted downward. Slowly. Very slowly.
"……!"
[Name: Seraphina von Reinhardt]
[Emotion: Bewilderment, and… a primal curiosity toward the “thing” she hadn’t gotten a proper look at last time.]
"A bit of a side effect occurred during the treatment, Major."
"A s-side effect…?"
"My blood flow has increased dramatically. …As you can see."
I gestured with my chin toward where her hand rested.
Seraphina’s face turned crimson, as if it would burst. She hurriedly pulled her hand away, but that very motion became a stimulus.
"Hah…."
Because of that stimulus, I let out a low moan. My cock twitched heavily, and my body flinched slightly.
"Uht…!"
Seeing that reaction, Seraphina bit her lip. She slowly raised her head again to gauge my complexion, then asked in a trembling voice.
"Do we… need to calm this down?"
I couldn’t help but smile slyly.
"I’m not sure I can drive like this, though."
Seraphina couldn’t bring herself to refuse.
This time, she leaned her upper body toward the driver’s seat. Through the neckline of her evening dress, her cleavage was revealed. With trembling hands, she reached for my belt buckle.
"…I’ve never learned how to do something like this."
She grumbled but didn’t stop. The zipper came down, and the tautly swollen underwear was pulled aside. Then the heavy pillar sprang up, raising its head as if freed.
"……!"
Her blue pupils shook as if an earthquake had struck. The thick shaft with squirming veins. Its swollen glans, on the verge of bursting, was already glistening with transparent pre-cum. Unconsciously, she gulped dryly.
*Status analysis.*
[Name: Seraphina von Reinhardt]
[Status: State of visual shock. Being overwhelmed.]
[Emotion: Instinctive fear and curiosity.]
"You just need to use your hand. It’s not difficult."
I deliberately leaned back deep into the seat, offering calm advice. Soon, Seraphina’s white hand cautiously wrapped around the tip of my glans. The temperature difference between her cool palm and my hot glans felt pleasant.
"L-like this…?"
She cautiously began moving her hand up and down. The touch was soft, but there was no technique. It was no better than grabbing a stick and shaking it.
In short, it was clumsy. Sometimes she squeezed too hard, creating pressure; other times her nails grazed the glans.
But it wasn’t bad. After all, that Seraphina was right there in the narrow car, her gaze fixed between my legs, fiddling with my cock.
"Your hand… is soft, Major."
"…N-nonsense. I’m concentrating, so be quiet."
She said that, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from my lower body.
"However, I don’t think… just your hand will be quite enough."
I spoke in a disappointed tone.
"What…?"
Seraphina’s hand faltered. She looked up at me, puzzled.
"It’s because the blood flow is too great. I need… a warmer, wetter stimulus. Only then will the pent-up energy release."
Obvious intentions. Seraphina moved her lips and lowered her gaze. Her throat bobbed.
"…You want me to use my mouth?"
"I won’t force you if you dislike it."
"……Hah."
She let out a short sigh and tucked her disheveled silver hair behind her ear. An elegant, yet obscene gesture.
"…Just for today. It’s merely part of the treatment."
Seraphina slowly bowed her head. As her hot breath reached the tip of my glans, the muscles in my inner thighs twitched on their own.
"……."
She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips to my tip.
*Chup.*
A cautious, gentle kiss, just as one would give a lover.
The sensation of her lips against the cool glans was hot, and above all, the waxy texture of her lipstick was subtly felt. When she pulled away, a red mark remained on the crown.
"Hah…."
As I let out another low sound, Seraphina’s shoulders flinched. As if emboldened by my reaction, she opened her mouth a little wider.
*Slurp.*
The red tongue that slipped from between her lips licked up my glans.
"Mmm… *chup*, *lick*…."
She was clumsy. Not knowing how to curl her tongue, she merely lapped at the surface like a candy. Yet that clumsiness, contrasting with her normally flawless demeanor, sparked a sense of conquest. Seraphina was licking my cock.
"Please… put it inside your mouth. Don’t let your teeth touch… and use your tongue a bit more actively…"
As I coached her, Seraphina glared at me but did as instructed.
*Chup.*
A warm, wet sensation swallowed my glans. The upper half of the shaft disappeared into Seraphina’s mouth.
"Mmf…."
Her tongue slid up the column, wrapping around the glans.
"Hah, *chu*, *chup*…."
Her cheeks hollowed. She didn’t have the technique to suck like a vacuum, but the tight pressure of her jaw and lips pressed down hard on the pillar.
*Slurp, chup…!*
Before long, she began moving her head up and down. Her evening dress shook with the regular motion. Through the gap in her neckline, her pale breasts swayed, fully visible. Her graceful neckline was also laid bare beneath my gaze. The visual satisfaction was considerable.
"Hah…. You’re doing well. Much better."
I nonchalantly reached out and stroked Seraphina’s head, as if praising a cute subordinate—despite her being a noble lady and a major.
Silver hair flowed softly between my fingers.
"……!"
At my touch, Seraphina—who had been diligently working her tongue—stopped dead. She neither immediately shook off my hand nor, like Hanna, nudged her head for more. But in her pupils as she looked up at me, complex emotions flickered.
It was bewilderment. She must be feeling an instinctive rejection toward an insolent subordinate who dared place a hand on her head.
However, Seraphina couldn’t refuse carelessly. Because this was the same hand that had saved her from mana reflux.
"……."
She accepted my touch for a moment, then, as if coming to her senses, slowly pulled her head back. It was a movement far from resolute—merely a belated attempt to reclaim her dignity.
"…Captain."
She put on a stern voice.
"I am tolerating this as part of the treatment… but do not cross the line."
She tried to glare at me.
"I am your superior. …I would rather not be treated like a pet."
But her expression was already flushed, and her breathing ragged. She exuded more lust than authority.
*Status analysis.*
[Name: Seraphina von Reinhardt]
[Status: Conflict between authority and dependence, a subtle sense of relief.]
[Emotion: Reason demanding she be angry at the rudeness, colliding with the instinct to lean on the stability this man provides.]
"My apologies. The patient endured the treatment so well, I couldn’t help myself."
"……Treatment, yes. It’s because of the treatment."
She used my excuse to convince herself. I smirked and continued.
"Then I shall proceed with the full-scale deep treatment… but we’ll need to change positions."
"Positions?"
"Isn’t this too uncomfortable? To properly coordinate… we need to be closer."
I pulled the lever beneath the driver’s seat. The chair slid all the way back with a dull clatter. Having secured space, I tapped my thigh.
"Come here, Major."
Seraphina frowned. The driver’s seat was narrow, and telling her to get on top of me meant she would have to move of her own accord.
"…Here? You’re telling me to climb on top of you inside this cramped car?"
"Then shall we move to the roomier back seat?"
"……Ha."
She let out a short sigh, at a loss for words. Her gaze briefly swept across the rigid pillar standing at my groin.
"…Is there truly no other way?"
She grumbled but lifted her hips.
*Rustle, slide.*
Vehicles of this era had no console box dividing the middle. Thanks to that, she smoothly climbed onto my lap. I naturally held her waist, helping her find her balance.
Seraphina twisted her hips this way and that to settle onto my thighs. Her plump buttocks spread softly, and through the highest-quality silk, I felt the warm, yielding texture of her skin. A pleasant pressure weighed down on my thighs.
And there was Seraphina, right before my nose. She faced me with her back to the steering wheel, her legs spread to either side of the seat as if wrapping around my waist.
"Hah… this position is too…."
She grumbled, placing her hands on my shoulders.
"Please endure the discomfort, Major. Isn’t the treatment urgent?"
I flattened my palm and slowly swept up her smooth inner thigh. A texture cold and smooth like the finest porcelain, yet full of elasticity. It was distinctly different from Hanna, who was warm and soft like a blanket.
I deliberately pressed firmly on a sensitive spot inside her thigh.
"Uht!"
Her head tilted back. A white neck like a swan was exposed. I buried my nose in that neck and deeply inhaled her scent. From her nape came the fragrance of an elegant perfume.
I whispered in a deliberately serious voice.
"I must check the circulation in your upper body as well. Your dress is too tight."
Without waiting for an answer, I slipped both hands inside her neckline.
"Hah…!"
Seraphina sucked in a breath. But I didn’t stop and pushed my hands deeper. The sensation of silk brushing the backs of my hands was brief, soon replaced by a sensation truly worthy of admiration.