Harem Fighter: Chapter 2 - Life as a Mercenary

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One morning, Cloche awoke to find a girl’s face right in front of his own.

He was sleeping on his left side, but a girl was sleeping on her right side directly in front of him.

She had a healthily tanned face, small eyebrows, and a small nose. Her mouth was hanging half open with drool dripping from it while she breathed peacefully in her sleep.

(Wh-why is Reese here? Her bed is over there.)

As the newest member of the mercenaries, Cloche was sharing Reese’s room. It was not a large room, but it did have two separate beds.

Yet now she was sleeping in the same bed as him. And she was close enough for their breaths to reach each other.

She was more than just close. They lay in the same small bed, below the same blanket, and with him practically holding her in his arms. Their chests were nearly touching and their legs were tangled together.

Cloche tensed in surprise. He did not dare move and simply stared wide-eyed at her sleeping face.

(Did she get up in the night to use the bathroom and got in the wrong bed afterwards?)

The girl was usually brimming with energy, but even she looked calm while asleep.

Her personality was as bright as the sun and she moved around with the energy of a spinning top, so it felt strange to see her quietly sleeping like this.

(Seeing her up close, she’s actually pretty good looking.)

This was a new discovery, but the thoughts were only meant to distract him from his predicament.

People had always said he looked like a girl and now he was pretending to be one, but on the inside, he was still a teenage boy. He was of course interested in girls.

(Oh, she smells really nice. Why do girls smell so good?)
The scent of her sleep sweat tickled his nose and he ended up sniffing at it like a dog. But the scent alone was not enough.

(Her face is so small and her nose is like a toy. She wouldn’t wake up if I just touch her cheek, would she?)

He had trouble resisting the temptation to touch her and he reached out his left index finger to poke her soft cheek, but then she stirred.

“Fumwi.”                                                         

With a strange, kitten-like noise in her sleep, she reached out and held him in her arms.

“Ah!”

He shouted in surprise and reflexively grabbed her shoulders to push her away.

That was enough to wake her.

“Oh, morning, Cloche.”

She looked confused when she woke up with him holding her shoulders, but then she greeted him with a kiss on the lips like normal.

It was a custom he still could not get used to, but the women here used kisses as a greeting meant to express their friendship.

He could not reject the custom since he was pretending to be a girl, but not many boys could remain calm when a girl his age kissed him in bed from close enough to feel her body heat.

He could feel his blood boiling over as he finally managed to squeeze out his voice.

“Wh-why are you in my bed?”

“Because it’s cold. It’s warner to share a bed, right?”

She made that sound perfectly reasonable and rubbed her legs together.

“I-I suppose.”

He gathered all of his self-control to simply agree with her and she smiled innocently back at him.

“Okay, let’s go wake the others!”

She hopped out of bed and stretched in nothing more than a black half tank top and white panties.

The cloth clung to her body, showing off her lithe but muscular body in the morning sun.

Cloche didn’t dare leave the covers after seeing that. This had exacerbated the usual reason boys couldn’t leave the bed in front of a girl first thing in the morning.

“I-I’ll be there soon, so you get started without me.”

“Yeah, you have trouble waking up, don’t you? Take your time, but not too much, okay?”

The mini-tornado of a girl left the room to go take a morning bath.

 

“Good morning.”

Once his morning wood was gone, Cloche washed his face at the sink, completed his morning grooming, and got to work.

A trainee’s work began with waking up early and going around waking up the others.

But the one exception was Captain Elienne. She woke up before anyone else and trained in the courtyard.

She kept a stern look on her face with her magic jewel gauntlet on her left hand and her giant broadsword in her right hand. She used powerful footwork to check on her combat form.

Her efficient movements had no beauty to them. But that made them look all the more ruthless and powerful.

Her strong sense of duty told her the captain had to be the strongest in the group and had to be capable of defending the rest. The burden she placed on herself was plain to see here.

(She’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.)

This was more than just external beauty. He also found her stoic lifestyle beautiful.

He longed to accompany her anywhere she might go and be of some use to her.

He had tried to stay out of her way so as not to interrupt her, but she still noticed him.

“Good morning, Cloche.”

“G-good morning.”

Embarrassed she might have noticed how he was looking at her, he blushed and held out the glass he was carrying.

“Um…have some water. If you like.”

“Thanks. How thoughtful.”

She took the glass and drank it down right then and there.

He thought most everyone was awake by now, but then he realized the lieutenant had yet to leave her room.

(Ugh, not her. She couldn’t be more different than the captain.)

His experience with her in the torture room last night had been so intense he was kind of hoping to avoid her, but he prioritized his duty and responsibility and knocked on that self-indulgent lieutenant’s door.

“Lieutenant, it’s morning. Please get up.”

“…”

He kept knocking, but she showed no sign of waking.

“Hm, maybe she isn’t in here?”

Puzzled, he reached for the knob and found the door unlocked.

He did briefly hesitate, but he still peeked inside the room.

“Lieutenant, it’s morning. Please get up.”

The bed in the room was much larger than the one shared by the two apprentices and there was clearly someone in it.

“Um…Katrina?”

He hesitantly approached until she sat up.

“Oh, good morning. It’s that time already, isn’t it?”

“Eek!”

Katrina languidly brushed up her bangs and he shrieked.

When she sat up, she revealed herself to be topless.

She was not shy about having her two large breasts out where he could see them. He guessed her lower body was also naked, but he couldn’t see that below the blanket.

(But she knows I’m a boy.)

She didn’t look at all embarrassed, but he lowered his gaze away from her chest. That was when he noticed something odd about the squirming blanket.

The bump in the blanket was definitely too large for just her lower body.

Sensing his unspoken question, her sleepy light brown eyes lit up with a bewitching light.

“Oh, curious about this?”

She gave him a mischievous smile and pulled away the blanket.

“Ah!”

He thought he was about to see her naked lower half too, but what he saw was even more shocking.

Another naked woman was lying face down over Katrina’s lower body.

He recognized her. She was an archer with a stoic personality. She was lying face down with her tight ass lifted high and wiggling around.

“!?”
Cloche thought his eyes were going to pop out at his first view of a woman’s bare butt, but he could not take his eyes off of it.

(A-a butt. A big butt? Wait, what are those dark things?)

He was charmed by the sexy movements of that butt, but he noticed two objects sticking out of the heart-shaped thing’s crack.

(Th-those aren’t tails…oh, and her inner thighs are really wet.)

The archer had a brutally-thick vibrator in her vagina and ass, but Cloche did not know what one was.

Still, his instincts told him this was something lewd from the blush on her face.

He froze and Katrina spoke with a bewitching smile.

“Hee hee. I maybe had a little too much fun with her last night, so I’m kind of sleepy. Oh? How long were you planning to stare? Or were you hoping to join in?”

“N-no, thank you,” he stammered before moving his right arm and right leg and his left arm and left leg together to leave the room.

“Hee hee. No need to be shy♪”

The laughter he heard behind him sounded like the mockery of a demon.

Once everyone was awake, the Thunder Gauntlets gathered in the great hall on the first floor for breakfast.

Then the members left to deal with their individual tasks.

The mercenaries’ jobs fell into two main categories: fighting and administrative work.

Katrina and the other administrative workers would join the big jobs like the rescue mission to Luca, but they generally stayed off the front line. They would stay back at the office to receive potential clients, to perform office work, and to prepare food.

An apprentice like Cloche remained at the office. He was given menial tasks like cleaning and laundry. And he would receive training from any of the fighters who were in between jobs.

He was happiest when he received one-on-one training from Captain Elienne.

She taught him the basics of magic.

It was tricky, but she was a kind and patient teacher despite the harsh vibe she tended to give off. He did his very best to learn.

 

“We’re back.”

After a week, Cloche had gotten used to his life as a mercenary trainee.

When a combat unit led by Elienne returned from a job, Katrina and the others welcomed them back.

“You must have worked up an appetite. The food is ready whenever you are.”

“Thanks. I’m starving.”

They liked to eat breakfast and dinner as a group. Elienne said eating together helped bring them together like a family.

The group meals were a learning experience for Cloche, Reese, and the others with less experience because the veteran mercenaries would tell stories or brag about their experiences on the job.

They really did feel like a family.

(If Elienne is the dad, then Katrina is the mom. I guess that makes Reese, me, and the others the children.)

Cloche had thought he would never smile again after losing his hometown, but he smiled all the time while watching the others goof off at mealtime.

Elienne sighed after taking a bite of a cookie while sipping at some after-dinner tea.

Every one of the captain’s actions influenced the group as a whole. They all gave an anxious look around and Katrina spoke on their behalf.

“You look awfully tired.”

“Yes, a little. I’m just worn out is all.”

She smiled as if to apologize for ruining the mood and Katrina walked over and placed a hand on her forehead.

“You don’t have a fever, so it probably is just exhaustion. You should take a bath and get to sleep early today.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”

Elienne accepted the idea. She seemed to trust her older lieutenant quite a lot.

Cloche only saw Katrina as a terribly indecent person, so he could not figure out why Elienne trusted her so much. But Katrina was also popular among the rest of the group.

The newcomer’s look of distrust meant nothing to Katrina, so she circled behind Elienne’s chair and gently massaged her neck, shoulders, and upper arms.

“Hm, you’re stiff. Not surprising when you carry that heavy sword and gauntlet around.”

“Yes…”

Elienne narrowed her eyes in apparent pleasure from the massage.

But when Katrina got carried away and grabbed her breasts, Elienne grabbed her hands to stop her.

“Lieutenant, I’m sorry, but…I, um, am not interested in that. Oh…to be clear, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. To each their own. But that just isn’t for me.”

She quickly clarified because she knew a lot of the people present would join Katrina in bed.

Katrina was the only person here who knew Cloche was a boy and he was already well aware of her ravenous sexual appetite.

Every morning when he went to wake her, she had a different woman with her.

He wasn’t about to criticize someone else’s proclivities. If both of them consented to it, then it was none of his business.

But it felt wrong to him that she had a different partner every single day.

Curious, he had once asked her if his relationship with her girlfriends was all right if she was cheating on them all so much.

She had laughed and said it was like a form of mutual masturbation and they were only interested in feeling good together.

He was fast learning that the world was a much larger place than he had ever imagined while living in his small village.

“Hm. You never do let your guard down, do you?”

“Sorry.”

Katrina looked disappointed and Elienne apologized in obvious embarrassment.

(You have nothing to apologize for, captain. This lieutenant is in the wrong here! She can sleep around all she likes, but she can’t force that lifestyle onto someone else!)

Cloche wanted to defend Elienne and criticize Katrina, but he didn’t dare speak the words out loud.

Katrina glanced over at the pure boy and gave him a bewitching grin.

“Ooh, I just had a great idea, Cloche!”

He jumped when she called his name.

(She’s going to touch me down there again, isn’t she?)

He had good reason to make that assumption.

He could not disobey that horny woman since she knew his secret, so she would molest him anywhere and anytime.

Sometimes she would take him to the torture room and sometimes to the washroom. Then she would have him smell her underwear while she reached down his pants and teased his penis until he ejaculated.

Ejaculating while she sneered at him like that made him feel terribly pathetic, but it also felt really good when she milked that white liquid out of him and he could not deny that a part of him secretly looked forward to it.

“Yes, ma’am!”

A bewitching smile filled Katrina’s light brown eyes when she saw how much he looked like a frightened puppy.

“Go to the captain’s room later and give her a massage.”

“Eh!? M-me? But I’ve never given a massage before.”

Cloche’s eyes widened as he stared at the captain and lieutenant’s faces.

Katrina was clearly enjoying this, but Elienne’s ice sculpture of a face was harder to read.

He tried to work out what Elienne wanted, but Katrina took care of that for him.

“Don’t worry. I will teach you how. The captain can’t relax with a ‘filthy’ woman like me touching her, so you can do it.”

She told him not to worry, but her involvement worried him more than anything. He couldn’t exactly say that out loud, though.

Also, if a massage would soothe the weary captain, he could help pay her back at least a little.

He fidgeted, unsure what to say, so Elienne kindly spoke up with a smile.

“Can you do that for me, Cloche?”
“Yes. With pleasure.”

He had been hesitant with only Katrina’s command to go on, but when Elienne asked him, he turned into a dog wagging his tail for his owner.

 

“Thank you for doing this.”

Once they were done cleaning up after dinner, Katrina took Cloche to the captain’s room.

Elienne had taken a bath and was ready for bed, so she only wore some black underwear.

Since this was an all-women mercenary group, the members often hung around in their underwear.

Elienne was no exception. Her bra was fairly skimpy and the panties were revealing with only strings on the sides.

Seeing the target of his admiration like that turned the virgin boy on so much he nearly had an explosive nosebleed and collapsed, but he fortunately avoided any bleeding.

However, that required shutting his eyes to avoid looking at her too much.

“?”

She may have found this odd, but it wasn’t unusual for young girls to be attracted to adult women.

Katrina took charge before the captain could say anything.

“We should get started right away, so lie face down on the bed.”

“Understood. Will this work?”

Elienne obediently lay down, stacked her hands, and rested her chin on them.

(Wow, her back is so slender but powerful.)

Without her eyes on him, Cloche finally managed to look straight at her.

She had the fit body of a knight. Her shoulders were broad, her pelvis was solid, and she had the mixture of muscle and fat that made for a true war goddess’s back.

He ended up staring, so Katrina urged him on.

“Quit standing there and climb onto her back.”

“O-okay…”

He straddled the captain’s hips on his knees as instructed.

“How about you start with her shoulders?”

He reached out his arms to follow Katrina’s instruction.

(Kh, I-I’m going to be touching her skin.)

Elienne was like a goddess to him.

It felt wrong to even think about touching her bare skin. But hesitation could lead to some awkward questions.

His trembling fingertips touched her neck and shoulders.

“What are you so nervous about?” Katrina sounded exasperated. “We aren’t asking for anything fancy. The palm has a soothing effect, so you can help her feel less tired just by touching her.”

“I-I see,” said Cloche, his voice cracking.

“Ahh, you’re good at this.”

Elienne complimented him while lying face down.

That helped some with his nerves, so he did his best to massage her from the neck to the shoulders.

He was oblivious to the bewitching glint in the eyes of the young woman watching on.

“Yes, that should work nicely. Now massage her entire back and not just her shoulders. Don’t push too hard. Use the heat of her hand to warm her skin.”

“Okay…”

He sent his hands crawling along Elienne’s back.

(Kh, her skin is so smooth. Almost like marble. I can’t believe I get to touch it all I want.)

Believe it or not, his hands were running along her back like large tongues.

Then his finger caught on the bra strap.

“Hee hee. That’s in the way, isn’t it?”

Katrina unhooked the bra and let the strap fall to the left and right.

Elienne’s back jumped, but she didn’t say anything.

(Eh? She isn’t going to protest? But if she gets up for any reason with her bra undone, I’d see her boobs.)

Cloche gulped and more sweat formed on his palms.

Katrina casually embraced his shoulders from behind and whispered sweetly in his ear.

“Simply pressing your palms against her will get old fast. Spread your fingers and gently scratch at her back with them. But don’t use your nails. Only lightly run your fingers along her skin.”

He wanted to enjoy the feel of her soft skin on his palms some more, but he obeyed and used his fingertips instead.

He wondered if he was imagining the trembling he thought he sensed in her skin.

“Now gently rub along her ribs.”

He reached his hand under her sides and used his fingers to gently rub along the grooves of her ribs.

Her skin began to tremble again.

“Run your hands along the bottommost ribs to her back and stop just before reaching her spine. Yes, below her shoulder blades. Now warm that area with your palms.”

That was a pressure point, but Cloche had no way of knowing that.

He simply warmed it with his palms.

“Grab her sides a bit above her hipbones. Hold on tight from the front and back.”

He gripped her sides tight as told.

“Ahh…”

A tremor ran through Elienne and a pleasureful voice left her lips.

“Hee hee. The captain seems to have relaxed now. Next, move to her butt.”

Katrina reached for the black panties containing Elienne’s large and beautiful butt.

(E-ehhhh!?)

Before Cloche could stop her, she had untied the strings and removed the skimpy piece of cloth.

“W-wait…”

Elienne finally protested, but Katrina was unshaken.

“I’m not going to force an unwilling person into my inescapable lesbian paradise, so don’t worry. No one has touched your boobs or your pussy, right?”

“Right…”

Elienne did not look convinced, but she felt she had no room to argue.

“This is no more than a massage meant to soothe a woman’s weariness. You may continue, Cloche.”

The inexperienced woman was unaware that people could feel pleasure without any direct stimulation to the erogenous zones.

(Th-the captain is naked now.)

Cloche thought his face was going to burst into flames. And the rest of him too.

(Oh, no. My penis is going to explode. Katrina hasn’t even touched it today, but I’m going to shoot out that stuff.)

The boy was squirming awkwardly while straddling the woman’s thighs, but Katrina calmly instructed him as before.

“Place your hands on her butt, place your index and middle fingers on the area from her tailbone to the base of her spine, and massage her entire butt with circular motions.”

That was another pressure point.

(Wow, her butt is even bigger than I thought.)

Attracted to that beautiful butt, Cloche held it in both hands and gently massaged it while his heart pounded.

He ended up seeing inside the crack while he did so, but there was no avoiding that.

(That’s her butthole. Even she has one. Yeah, even she has to poop.)

He felt guilty for seeing hat, but it also turned him on so much he couldn’t look away.

The cruel woman glanced over at him with a smile on her lips.

“Next, press your index and middle fingers into the depression around her tailbone.”

“Okay.”

He placed those four fingers around her tailbone and pushed hard.

“Ahh!”

Elienne cried unexpectedly loud and gripped at the sheets to bear with it.

“Next up is her legs. Place your hands on her inner thighs just a bit below her crotch. Rub there while pushing lightly.”

That was yet another pressure point. Pushing and massaging there made Elienne’s butt tremble.

“Next the bottom of her feet.”

“You’re doing it there too?” asked Elienne.

“The bottom of the feet is so important some people call it your second heart,” kindly explained Katrina. “Massaging there is very effective. Go ahead, Cloche.”

“Okay.”

He had become Katrina’s puppet here. He prioritized that scary woman’s instructions over the will of the woman he adored.

He scooted back to the foot of the bed and gently massaged the bottom of Elienne’s feet.

“W-wait, that tickles.”

She struggled in a ticklish way, but Katrina told him to continue.

“You can’t stop even if it tickles her. Take your time and it will start to feel good.”

He continued the foot massage as told and Elienne eventually calmed down.

“Now her toes. Massage the tip of each toe in turn. Then run your index fingers thoroughly between the toes. Rub between her big toe and second toe especially carefully.”

He massaged Elienne’s toes as told, but then he made a major discovery.

“!”
When looking toward her back from down by her feet, he could see her crotch between her legs.

(Damn, it’s in too much shadow to make anything out.)

He failed to notice how Katrina watched in amusement as he strained his eyes to see.

“That should about do it. Those are the basics when massaging a woman. I’d like you to do it for me later, so make sure you remember it all.”
“Understood.”

“Ahh.”

Elienne let out a sigh once it ended.

She was glistening with sweat like she had just gotten out of the bath.

Cloche and Elienne did not have the experience to know, but the massage Katrina had taught him was actually designed to cause sexual arousal.

He had never touched any of the major erogenous zones like her breasts or vulva, but he had stimulated all the lesser-known ones across her body, leaving her all hot and bothered.

“Hee hee. Looks like you enjoyed it, Elienne. Oh, right. This is the perfect opportunity, so how about we give Cloche some sex ed?”

“Sex ed?”

Elienne was confused, so Katrina whispered gently in her ear.

“Yes, if Cloche is working as a mercenary, sexual threats will always be a risk.”

“I suppose so…”

In women-only groups like girls’ schools, sex ed was crucial to help them protect themselves. The female warriors of the Crystal Temple were no exception.

“We can use your body to teacher her, captain♪”

‘M-mine!? What about yours, Katrina?”

The lieutenant gave the flustered captain a sly smile.

“That is always an option, but I think she would learn better using the body of the woman she idolizes. Which do you prefer, Cloche: my body or the captain’s body?”

“W-well, the captain’s,” he hesitantly answered.

Really, he had answered on reflex due to the desire to see Elienne naked that had been roiling inside him this whole time.

That had to be the answer Katrina was looking for, but she still looked a little ticked for some reason.

“Oh? That was an awfully quick decision. You want to see the captain’s body that much more than mine, do you? Do I need to teach you that nothing good comes from embarrassing a woman?”

“S-sorry.”

He trembled and apologized when she glared at him like a snake.

“But fine. Do you see now? Cloche idolizes you. And since we’re all women here, what is there to be embarrassed about? Girls her age always idolize grown women. This is an important lesson for her, so what’s a little embarrassment?”

The responsible mercenary captain couldn’t refuse when her lieutenant put it like that.

It helped that she pitied Cloche for losing his home and family.

“Sigh…fine.”

She sighed and rolled onto her back.

That exposed her blushing face, her throat, her thick collarbones, her large breasts, her tight stomach, her egg-shaped bush, and the rest of her front side to Cloche’s eyes.

(Holy shit! That’s her boobs. That’s the captain’s boobs!)

He was so aroused while seated at her feet that his face seemed to glow.

Katrina knew that was more than just the joy of a girl seeing the naked body of the woman she idolized, but she pretended otherwise while readying a quill.

“Time for a special lesson to teach Cloche about the birds and the bees.”

“…”

Elienne and Cloche both blushed in silence, the former from embarrassment and the latter from anticipation.

“First, let’s take a look at these boobs. Men love ‘em and some even call them a symbol of femininity. The captain is young and muscular, so they maintain their shape even on her back, but for most women, the large ones will sag to either side.”

She rubbed the quill’s feather across one of the mounds.

“You would be hard pressed to find a boy who didn’t want to bury his face in these things. Hee hee. Why, Cloche, you look like you want to do just that.”

“No, I, uh, don’t.”

He reflexively denied it, but he of course wanted to. A lot.

Elienne had held him to her chest when they first met, so he had felt those soft breasts on his face before. He reflected on that memory and gulped at the thought of what they must feel like on his face when bared.

“You don’t need to stare like that. Yours will grow this big eventually.”

Elienne blushed even brighter as the younger “girl” stared so rudely at her chest.

“Will they, though?” commented Katrina with a sidelong glance at Cloche.

As a boy, his chest definitely would not grow that large.

(Ugh, why are you so mean, Katrina?)

He clenched his fists in his lap.

“These are her nipples.”

The quill brushed across an areola that looked a lot like a peony flower.

“Ah!”

Elienne cried out and trembled.

As the feather rubbed her nipple, the nipple grew visibly larger. The sexual massage had left her entire body sensitive, so the first stimulation to her nipple produced the obvious response from her healthy body.

“Hee hee. As you can see, just a bit of teasing and it grows erect.”

“Ahh…kh…nh.”

More feathering of the swollen nipple and Elienne had to suppress her sexy voice while her naked body trembled on the bed.

“Nipples are especially sensitive once they grow erect. Men who don’t know what they are doing think they can stop working at the nipples once they are erect, but nothing could be more foolish. Growing erect is the nipple’s way of begging to be touched more.”

“H-hey, what are you teaching her?”
Katrina was right. The feather’s caress of the erect nipple seemed to be causing even more pleasure than before. Elienne frantically protested.

“Sorry, sorry. I got a little sidetracked. For a real sex ed lesson, you need to show her your pussy, don’t you?”
“Kh…okay, fine.”

Elienne gave in and spread her legs.

But Katrina showed no mercy. She placed her own hand on the mons pubis, positioned her index and middle fingers on either side of the slit, and spread it wide.

“Ahh!”

Elienne cried out in embarrassment, but she could not bring herself to resist when she thought this was meant to teach their newest member.

(Th-that’s the captain’s p-p-pussy!)

Cloche was so aroused he nearly collapsed backwards, but he instead leaned forward to get a better look of that goddess’s vulva.

“Look, Cloche. It’s your beloved captain’s pussy. Now, this is what all the men out there are after, so you need to be informed.”

(Oh, w-wow. It’s pink. It’s such a pretty pink.)

He stared at what was revealed between the inner labia being spread like butterfly wings and Katrina pointed with the tip of her quill.

“Take a verrrry close look. This bump contained inside a thin hood of flesh is the clitoris.”

“Okay.”

The tip of the pen poked at that bump.

“Ahh!”

Elienne’s hips hopped up.

“As you can see, this acts as a weak point even for a woman as strong as her. If a man ever bites it, I recommend breaking his nose with your foot. But if he licks it gently with his tongue tip, that is heaven on earth.”

“U-understood.”

Cloche gulped as if to say he wanted to lick it right this instant, but the quill moved down.

“The urethra is somewhere around here, but you can’t really see it, can you?”
Katrina pulled out a handkerchief and wiped up the love juices flowing from Elienne’s labia.

“Oh, and Cloche. It is perfectly natural for a pussy to get wet when it is being seen and teased like this. It is nothing to be ashamed of and it does not mean the captain is an especially horny woman or anything, so make no mistake there.”

Elienne trembled when she heard the word “horny”.

(Th-that’s right. The captain isn’t a horny woman.)

He tried to convince himself of that while he stared a hole in her wet vulva.

“Hee hee. On second thought, most women don’t get quite this wet♪ Elienne, are you pent up or something?”

“Kh…”

Elienne blushed and bit her lip. She couldn’t argue the point when the other woman was wiping up her love juices.

(P-pent up? As in, with lust? But no. Someone as noble as her would never.)

Cloche watched the love juices flowing out and silently protested on her behalf.

“There, now you can see it. This little hole here is the urethra. She pees from there.”

He could see it. But it was soon hidden by the love juices again.

“And this bigger hole below it is her vagina. That is where a man’s penis goes.”

Cloche looked up at Katrina’s face to see her smiling.

“You get what I mean, don’t you? That big, hard cock standing erect at a man’s crotch goes in here.”

He had been so busy viewing the beauty before him that he had entirely forgotten about his penis, but now it throbbed to remind him of its presence.

(I-I want to put it in her. I want to put my penis in the captain’s pussy.)

He was made aware of sex for the first time.

Katrina seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, so she smiled seductively, placed four fingers around the vagina, and spread it open.

“And this deeper inside is her hymen.”

“Eh!?”
Surprised, Cloche leaned in to look and Elienne silently turned her head aside.

“Hard to believe, isn’t it? But as beautiful as she is, she was raised in the Crystal Temple and has no experience with men. You won’t have a chance like this often, so take a close look.”

Her pink flesh was twitching beyond the sticky white juices.

“I-I’m not really sure what I’m looking at.”

“The hymen is not actually a solid barrier. If it was, her period blood couldn’t get out. Just remember that a virgin needs extra care when she has sex.”

Katrina went on to use Elienne’s pussy to give a lesson on birth control magic, STIs, and what a man is supposed to do during sex.

The whole thing might as well have been execution by embarrassment for Elienne.

“Pant, pant, pant.”

Even if she thought Cloche was a girl, that “girl” was staring straight at her vulva.

The flow of love juices would not stop. She seemed to be trying to stop it out of embarrassment, but the embarrassment only acted as an aphrodisiac and even more flowed out. A stain spread out on the sheet below her butt.

Her arousal seemed stuck in a feedback loop, so she ended up with face bright read, heat filling her breaths, and drool dripping from her half-opened lips.

“Hee hee. And that is what a woman looks like when extremely horny. Do you get it now? Even your perfect goddess is an ordinary woman. And if you work at it, you might be able to get closer to her, so work hard.”

“Um, right.”

“Pant, pant, pant. Surely that’s enough.”

Elienne concluded the lesson was at its end, so she flipped back over onto her stomach.

“Hee hee. Now, we need to thank the captain for letting us use her body. Cloche, give her a nice massage.”

“Okay.”

He straddled her back again and resumed the massage he had been taught.

But then he felt a hand on his crotch. Katrina had moved up alongside him and removed his penis from his pants.

“K-Katrina!?”

She shushed him with her index finger against her lips.

When she gestured for him to lower his hips, he had no choice but to place them on the young woman’s butt. Which placed his erection between her butt cheeks.

“Um!? Wh-what is that hot thing I’m feeling?”

This naturally came as a surprise for Elienne and she tried to look back.

Cloche thought he was going to have heart attack, but Katrina held the captain’s shoulders in place and smoothed things over.

“This is nothing to worry about. Just a tool to assist the massage. That hot thing feels really nice when it rubs you. Try it out for yourself.”

“R-really?”
She never would have guessed that was a penis held between her ass cheeks. She was still confused, but she accepted it and stopped trying to look back.

Cloche breathed a heavy sigh of relief, but then Katrina moved his arms around to Elienne’s front side.

That naturally placed his hands on her large mounds.

“Hey, stop that!”

“Grope them to your heart’s content.”

The captain and lieutenant gave conflicting orders, but he once more prioritized those of the woman he feared over the one he adored.

Which meant he groped those tits.

In fact, this may have been his instincts taking over more than it was obeying Katrina.

“Ahhhhh!”

After the sexual massage and the embarrassing lesson, even the strict captain’s body was entirely melted. She cried out in pleasure.

When he heard that, he completely lost control.

(Ah, these are the captain’s boobs. They’re so big and bouncy. I could grope them all day long.)

Remembering Katrina’s lesson, he held her erect nipples between his fingers and stroked them.

“No, wait, noooooo!”

She protested, but she could not hide the pleasure in her voice.

He also felt pleasure from his dick held between her butt cheeks.

(Oh, god. What am I doing? She hates men, so she’ll kill me if she finds out. Worse, she’ll hate me.)

He was willing to lose his life at her hands, but he couldn’t bear having her hate him.

So he poured all of his willpower into not ejaculating.

“Hee hee.”

The cruel woman watched the boy’s efforts in amusement.

He realized this had all been a trap she had laid for him.

(H-how could you? How could you, Katrina? B-but it feels so good. No, my penis is going to explode.)

He always could have pulled his penis away from her butt to avoid that explosion, but the thought never occurred to him.

(Ahh…I would be the happiest guy alive if I could cum on her butt. Maybe I can live with her hating me after all.)

Cloche finally achieved enlightenment and, since he figured he was going to die afterwards anyway, he began moving his own hips back and forth while groping her tits.

“Ah, you idiot, you moron, you fool. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

She finally succumbed to the breast groping and the stroking of her erect nipples and Cloche climaxed with that female cry ringing in his ears.

“Kh…”

Pleasure surged from his penis, through his tailbone, and up to the rest of his body.

The male fluid flowing from his balls raced up his shaft and erupted out.

The cum squirted out and splattered all across Elienne’s broad back and even her silver hair.

(I-I got so much of my filthy semen…on her beautiful body.)

She had saved his life and he saw her as a goddess, so seeing her covered with his milky fluid filled him with despair and joy simultaneously.

“Hm? What is this hot stuff?”
Surprised, Elienne tried to look back, but Katrina stopped her.

“Hee hee. I gave her a special lotion to use today.”

Cloche watched in a daze as Katrina spread the cum around and rubbed it into Elienne’s body.

“Hee hee. This lotion is the best thing for a woman’s body.”

“R-really?”
Even a powerful warrior like Elienne was still a woman, so did she too look after her appearance?

She let Katrina rub in the “lotion”.

(Oh, wow…that’s my stuff all over her and she doesn’t even know.)

Cloche felt an indescribable combination of guilt and superiority, but then oblivious Elienne glared over at her trusted lieutenant.

“By the way, Katrina. You broke your promise. You promised you wouldn’t do any of your lesbian stuff to me.”

“No, I kept my promise. I assure you nothing about this was lesbian,” said Katrina, her expression remaining entirely composed.

“Maybe not from you, but you made a child like Cloche do it for you.”

“Now, now. Don’t be so mad.”

Katrina managed to smooth things over, allowing Cloche to live another day.

 

From that day onward, everyone in the group wanted Cloche’s massages.

They all loved it when he gave them the massage Katrina had taught him. Once, he hesitantly placed his penis between one of the women’s butt cheeks and ejaculated on her, but she didn’t comment.

(I can’t believe she didn’t notice that.)

Once he did it once, he couldn’t stop himself.

Every single time, he would give the young women a thorough massage to turn them on and then he would use their butt cheeks to get off.