"I need to check the circulation in your upper body as well. The dress is too tight."
Without waiting for an answer, I slid both hands inside her neckline.
"Hah...!"
Seraphina gasped. But I didn't stop, pushing my hands deeper. The sensation of silk brushing across the backs of my hands lasted only a moment before an even more remarkable sensation greeted me.
A feeling of fullness. They sprang back with elasticity the moment I grasped them, yet filled every corner of my palms with overwhelming volume.
"Hnnngh...!"
I spread my fingers wide and gripped those ample fruits to my heart's content. With the movement of my fingers, their outline bulged conspicuously against the navy fabric of the dress before disappearing again.
"Your heart rate is elevated. The glandular tissue is... also quite stiff."
"D-don't say things like... nngh...!"
Pretending to diagnose her, I massaged her chest. I could already feel her nipples, hard and aroused. Eventually, I trapped that adorable protrusion between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and pinching it.
'Hand of Tuning.'
[Enhances the target's sensitivity and induces faint pleasure.]
"Hahnn...?!"
Seraphina gripped my shoulder tightly, throwing her head back and trembling violently.
"Hah...!"
She hurriedly covered her mouth. She seemed startled by the cry of pleasure she had just let out.
"Th-that just now...!"
I smiled in satisfaction and pulled my hand out from inside her evening gown.
"It's alright. That is a transient manifestation phenomenon that appears as the flow in your upper body opens up."
"R-right... this is treatment...."
She took the strap I held out to her. Such an easy and sweet justification.
And then I got to the main point.
"The upper body is roughly stabilized, Major. Now... I shall examine the most important place."
I lowered my hand. This time, into the side slit of the dress. Without hesitation, I went straight to the most secret place.
"Hnngh...?! W-wait...!"
"Mana reflux usually centers on the lower dantian, that is, near the womb."
I spat out the same words I had used before. The next words were obvious.
"...The contact site, and surface area...?"
"As expected of you, Major."
This made the conversation move quickly. Since we had seen results from the previous treatment, she had no grounds to refuse.
"I intend to check the progress of the previous treatment. I will look directly with my eyes."
But perhaps this was on another level entirely.
"L-look...? Here?"
Seraphina was aghast.
"Perfect tuning cannot be achieved through palpation alone. An accurate diagnosis requires observing the degree of skin flush and the state of the mucous membranes."
Leaning back against the seat, I shamelessly demanded.
"Spread your legs and show me, Major."
"..."
Her pupils shook violently.
"...Madness."
Was it because I hadn't used [Charming Eloquence]? Seraphina's refusal was stronger than I had anticipated.
"You touch my body as you please under the guise of treatment, and now... you want me to spread my legs like a whore and show you my insides?"
Her face flushed crimson. She instinctively pulled her body back to distance herself.
"No matter how desperate my situation, there is a limit, Captain."
Seraphina seemed to feel genuinely insulted. Like rejecting the hand that had stroked her head moments ago, it was her last remaining shred of pride.
'...Shall I try.'
But unlike before, I had no intention of backing down. I held the reins of this relationship anyway. If this was a hurdle I would have to cross eventually, there was no reason not to cross it now.
"...My apologies."
I removed the hand that had been caressing her thigh and leaned back. I even withdrew the hand supporting her waist and raised both hands. The warmth that had been embracing her vanished in an instant.
"You are right, Major. Doing such things in a car... is unseemly."
"...What?"
The one who flustered when I readily backed down was Seraphina. She had apparently expected me to persistently persuade her.
"Then, the treatment ends here. Please return to your seat. I will drive you to your quarters."
I avoided her eyes and assumed a businesslike attitude.
Now Seraphina was visibly shaken. Sitting awkwardly on my lap, caught in a state of paralysis. Neither getting down nor continuing—a dilemma where either option was unsatisfying.
"...W-wait."
In the end, Seraphina was the first to speak.
"M-Max... wait."
She urgently grabbed my shoulder. A desperate gesture, as if trying to burrow deeper into my embrace rather than get down.
"I-I was... wrong."
A faint moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes.
"Over... over shallow pride, I doubted your goodwill. What does it matter, being a superior or a noble... To think I would cling to formalities with you when I can't even take care of my own body."
She pressed her forehead against my chest. Her voice was trembling.
"...I'm sorry. I was foolish...."
Concealing my inner thoughts, I asked with a stern expression still on my face.
"But you said you did not wish to show me, Major."
"...I-It's not that I don't want to...."
She squeezed her eyes shut, and finally grasped the hem of her dress with trembling hands.
"...I'll... do as you say."
She slowly lifted her hips. Her slender hands slowly rolled up the hem of the dress.
Srrrip-.
As the navy silk rode up her thighs, revealing pale white skin, and between them, the same black lace underwear as yesterday.
"...Ngh."
Eventually her fingers caught on the edge of her panties, and the fabric slid down her smooth legs. And slowly, her knees spread to either side.
Beneath the mound covered with faint silver hair, the tightly closed pink petals gradually revealed their slit along with her spreading legs.
"...Is this... enough?"
Unable to look at me, she turned her head as she asked.
I didn't answer and examined that place closely. With an extremely blatant gaze, like a doctor making a diagnosis.
Her body was already heated from kisses and caresses. The parted crevice glistened wetly as if holding honey, and even though only my gaze touched it, it twitched repeatedly with contraction and relaxation.
And, plop.
A single transparent drop of love juice fell, unable to bear its own weight, landing with a soft sound. It left a dark stain on the leather seat.
"Ah..."
At that stark sight, Seraphina let out a moan.
"Th-this is... because my mana... is unstable...."
Making excuses as if caught in a shameful act over that single drop, Seraphina's face was flushed as red as a beet.
Instead of answering, I reached out. I dipped my index finger deeply into the fluid that had flowed out.
Sticky.
When I lifted my finger, the highly viscous liquid stretched long like a thread before breaking.
"Because your mana is unstable...."
I rubbed my thumb and index finger together, checking the viscosity of the sticky, stretching fluid.
"If what you say is true, Major, the condition is far more serious than I thought."
"..."
"For such hot, sticky liquid... to be flowing out without stopping."
I brought the fluid-covered finger in front of her face. At the lewd scent of an aroused female wafting up, Seraphina's pupils trembled.
"Look. Isn't this far too obscene for a mere byproduct of mana?"
"Ugh...."
Seraphina hung her head deeply in shame. Her ears and even the area near her collarbones were burning red.
I smirked and rubbed the love juice on my finger onto the tender flesh of her inner thigh to wipe it off.
"Well, it doesn't matter what the cause is. What matters is..."
I firmly pressed the wet entrance with my finger.
"...the fact that this place is so wet, waiting for my treatment."
"...Ngh!"
"Excuse me."
My thumb and forefinger spread the closed petals left and right. Then the hidden pink inner flesh was revealed.
It was certainly different. If Hanna's had been fleshy, vibrant, and soft, Seraphina's was thin and sharp like a finely sculpted statue. The labia majora had little volume, but the inner labia minora were layered precisely like meticulously folded petals. It exuded an aristocratic elegance.
I found the small protrusion hidden at the top of the vaginal entrance with my index finger. It was the clitoris, shyly hidden beneath its hood.
"Th-that place is... hngh!"
When I rubbed her clitoris in circles with my thumb, Seraphina became delirious. Her thighs squeezed around my waist.
'Hand of Tuning.'
[The skill 'Hand of Tuning (Lv.2)' is activated.]
[Amplifies the target's pleasure.]
I channeled pleasure through my fingertips, using the abundant fluids as lubricant to torment her clitoris relentlessly. Flicking it, pressing firmly, sometimes scratching lightly with my fingernail.
"Hn, mph! Hnngh! Ah, aahn!! M-Max...! St-stop...!"
She shook her head like a broken doll.
I removed my hand from her clitoris and aligned my middle and ring fingers before pushing them into the drenched entrance.
Squelch.
"Hn, gnngh...!!"
It was tight and hot. The pressure was incredible, each fold of her inner walls distinctly felt.
Schlick, schlick.
"Please relax. If you're this tense, I cannot properly tune you."
I spoke nonchalantly, curling my fingers to scrape her inner walls.
"Hn, hnngh...!"
She tried to push my forearm away, but her lower body was reacting honestly. Her hips squirmed, trying to swallow my fingers deeper.
I repeatedly spread my fingers like scissors to expand her inner walls, then pulled them out with a sucking motion. Each time, obscene wet friction sounds echoed.
"Hah, hah...."
After some time had passed, her breathing grew rough. The empty hole gaped as if craving something larger. It was a signal that fingers were no longer enough.
I pulled my fingers out with a slick sound.
"Ah...?"
Seraphina made a disappointed expression at the sudden sense of loss.
"It seems the preparations are complete."
I gestured toward my groin with my eyes.
"From now on, you'll have to do it yourself."