The Incubus King of Holy Sword Academy (WN): Chapter 12

 

Chapter 12: Gwendolyn's Bridal Training 2

 After a lecture by prostitute Ballot, it was decided to do it in actual practice.

 So Christo was shackled to a bed in the room. When he tried to move his arms, the chains connecting the shackles to the wooden bed prevented him from doing so. Of course, it would be possible to destroy the entire room if he were to go all out, but as long as he is in human form, he cannot rely on his strength to do so.

"Ha, that's a nice touch."

 Standing on the bed, Gwendolyn looked down at Christo and smiled with a lecherous smile. She had taken off the hunter's boots she had been wearing earlier. No wonder, since she was standing on the bed. Therefore, under the long navy blue skirt she was wearing, the ankles of her academy-designated over-the-knee socks were visible.

"Gwendolyn, are those socks you are wearing, if I may ask, the ones you have been wearing since this morning? You mean to tell me you haven't taken bath yet today?"

"What, is that bad? I changed my clothes, but I couldn't be bothered to change my socks."

"The socks you've been wearing since this morning..."

 Wonderful―― he swallowed the word, and Christo glared at Gwendolyn.

"Are you going to step on me without hesitation with your dirty feet?"

"Ha? My feet are not dirty! My body is beautiful in every way! I'll stomp you in your disgusting face if you keep talking like that!"

"Gwendolyn, you haven't forgotten what I taught you, have you?"

 A little further away, Ballot, who was crossing her legs on the makeup chair, interjected.

"I remember. Sex is dialogue, right?"

"That's right. Communication between you and your partner. You do what the other person wants you to do. Even if they want pain, it is important to find out how much pain they want. Does the person want you to stomp on their face as hard as you can? A small percentage of people only want pain, but the majority want loving pain."

“It’s basically the same as the massage after training, right? If you rub their waist too hard, they will get angry and punch you on the cheek."

"Yes, it's all about moderation. You must not forget to be considerate of your partner."

"Hmph, I know. Hey, you, Christopher."

 Don't call me by my real name ――He gave up on saying the words.

 This woman is out of control.

 Gwendolyn twisted her well-shaped mouth into a smile and picked up the fabric of her long navy blue skirt with both hands. She tilts her head slightly, as if in mockery, and looks down at Christo. Her gray hair hangs over her white cheeks.

"You were trying to look at my underwear during the day, saying something about the smell of my socks."

"No. I didn't. I didn't mean it that way. I was just trying to be nice."

"Shut up."

 Cold voice.

 Gwendolyn's shoulders shivered as Christo fell silent.

“You disgusting man. You're a pervert for trying to peek at my underwear."

 As she said this, her white fingers, which were grabbing her long skirt, slowly moved upward.

 The white fingers slowly moved up her long skirt, revealing her slender ankles, her shapely calves, and her kneecaps in turn. Gwendolyn's feet were covered by the black socks she had worn all day. The socks ended just above her knees, and above that, he could see her thighs, pure white. Her hands stop to lift up her skirt, and the light makes her ivory skin appear darker. A thick smell wafted out from under her skirt and grazed Christo's nose.

 It was the smell of Gwendolyn's sweaty feet.

 Mixed with the woman's sweet scent is a characteristic foot-sweat odor.

 The area around her toes seems to smell particularly bad, followed by the backs of her knees, and then her inner thighs near her sock's ends.

 The inner thighs are oozing with sweat.

 It's because she had traveled here in a hurry.

 Gwendolyn raised her right leg a little and pinched Christo's slacks.

 The sweet scent of a woman and the smell of sweaty feet.

 He even thought that the stinky sweat soaked into her socks and soaked into the slacks, permeating his skin.

"Ah, the back of the thigh"

"――――!"

 Gwendolyn held her hands under her buttocks.

 She could have stopped the stomping by her right foot to make it invisible, but whether she was doing it intentionally or naturally, she held her buttocks and hid the backs of her thighs from Christo. She blushed and screamed so loudly that her teeth peeked out of the corners of her mouth.

“Where are you looking, pervert!”

"Are you insane!?"

 He twists his body to avoid the feet that would step on his crotch.

 The sock-wrapped foot hit the bed.

"Don't avoid it!"

"Don't be absurd!"

"Gwendolyn, dialogue. Calm your mind and bring back your compassion."

"Tch, I know what I'm doing."

 Gwendolyn said and took a deep breath.

 A small mouth with lipstick exhaled a long, thin breath.

 The chest wrapped in her blouse was still as precipitous as ever, even with all the air in her lungs.

"Hmph. Then, sooner or later, I'll take a look at your poor cock on your crotch. I'll curse you as hard as I can, so thank me."

"I wonder if you could let me smell your socks instead."

 If possible, let me suck your toes with them on.

"How much do you want to see my underwear? That's seriously disgusting."

"Underwear is also good. If it's underwear, I want you to sit on my face. It's good to play through the skirt and feel the unevenness, or it's good to crawl into the skirt and be directly buried alive in the underwear."

"Ha? You're an absolute pervert. You're the filth of this world. Don't you have anything to be proud of?"

"I like that. I like what you just said. In the future, I'd like Melvina to say it too, to change the play, but I guess her personality won't allow it."

"Hey, don't talk about other women when you're with me. I'll kill you."

"I'm sorry."

"Hmph."

 Gwendolyn, angry, bent down between Christo's legs and reached for the crotch of his slacks. A white hand unbuttoned his pants and slipped inside. The cool, slippery touch of a woman's hand brushed against his thighs and crotch.

"There it was. This must be your little cock. Now, let's get your lowly little cock to......."

 Shake*――

 From the crotch part of his slacks, the male symbol emerged.

 From Christo's point of view, it was already in a warlike position, soaring high and hiding Gwendolyn's right eye. He was aroused by the smell of the steaming woman's feet he had just smelt.

 Gwendolyn's eyes widened in exclamation as she looked at the thick rigidity of the penis.

 Her white throat gulped, and her well-toned nose sniffed, taking the male's odor into her body. The next moment she blushed, her cheeks flushed with an emotion different from anger, and she blatantly looked away from the penis.

"B-big. No, it's not big at all. S-small cock... right? This one?"

"Hey, curse me."

"H-how annoying! I'm just a little sick of your cock! Or rather, what? This disgusting cock looks like an earthworm. Do you really think you can procreate with such a dirty cock?"

"Is it no good?"

"Not at all! It smells... stinky. What's this sweet, strange smell that makes me feel warm and fuzzy when I smell it?"

 In case you are wondering, he is an incubus, so his bodily fluids have the effect of making creatures come into heat.

 It was also one of the reasons why the incubus race was hunted preferentially by the race of light.

"Smelly cock. It's really the worst. You should put yourself in my shoes, having to hold such a filthy thing."

"Oof."

"Ara, what? Did you get excited when I grabbed your cock? It's disgusting, even your gasping voice is disgusting. It's disgusting."

 A well-manicured finger crawls around the trunk of his meat.

 She gripped it tightly, then rubbed it up and down, then loosened her grip, then stroked the back muscles to tickle them, and finally squeezed the entire glans with the palm of her hand as if she were crushing it.

 Gwendolyn's cheeks rose, her teeth peeked out from the corners of her mouth, and she was surprisingly willing to do the hand job.

"Look, I'll treat your cock like rubbing the rim of the glans. Rub*, rub*. Ah, really, it's so dirty. I don't want to touch it directly."

"Kuh, ooohh."

"Ah, by the way. You were telling a lame lie about wanting to smell my stinky socks to see my underwear, weren't you? I'll let you taste my socks, just as you wish."

 With that, she pulls up her skirt just barely enough to reveal her socks that cover about half of her thighs with the fabric. The fabric of the sock was stretched, revealing the color of Gwendolyn's bare skin.

"Alright."

 She put her hands on her stomach and strained her abdominal muscles―― her sock-wrapped thighs clamping Christo's penis between her thighs.

"Ooohh."

"What are you doing, elegantly turning your chin up? You should cry with a more pathetic voice. Come on, come on, come on!"

 The fabric of the sweat-damp socks and the feel of the soft inner thighs of the woman squeezed the penis from both sides, giving it strong stimulation. Moreover, in front of him was Gwendolyn's smelly toe.

 It had been wearing boots all day today, and the sweat had soaked in without time to dry, giving off a harsh odor. Even though her armpits and hair smelled feminine and good, the parts that could not be seen had an intense odor that made one pinch one's nose―― as if to show the contrast between her appearance and her inner self.

 Moreover, beyond the pinched penis, her pure white underwear was peeking out from under her skirt. Gwendolyn, however, did not seem to notice this and continued to serve him.

"What? My stinky feet. You must have wanted to smell it."

"...... Sniiiiiiiiiiffffff*. Exhaaaleeee*. Sniiiiiiiiiifff... Cough*, cough*."

"Ahaha, that's ridiculous! You deserve it. Look, sniff more. You can lick and suck it like a servant if you want."

"Damn it, who would do such a thing? Don't ever give me such a humiliating order! Listen, absolutely."

 "――――"

 Gwendolyn grinned.

 Next moment.

 Putting strength into her hands behind her, she lifted her hips up.

 The position of the penis shifted, and the glans were engulfed deep under her skirt.

 The penis was wrapped around her smooth bare skin, and the gentle touch of her panties.

 Her underwear was moist and hotter than her thighs.

"Lick it."

 Gwendolyn gives a short command.

 In front of his eyes, a toe wrapped in a sock made teasing circles.

"Lick my feet like a dog, pervert"

"Kuh, who would do... alright."

"Nnhh."

 Sucking on her socks, feeling like a stupid fish.

 The woman's stinky foot penetrated his mouth and nose as he sucked and licked her toes.

 Gwendolyn let out an excited exhale as she is sucked in the foot with a sticky sound. She must have felt the pleasure of the tongue on her feet.

 She pressed his penis against her damp crotch and rubbed her thighs together, closing them tightly.

"Really, it's the worst. It's as if a cock is growing out of my pussy. The look on your face when you lick my feet is disgusting, you pervert."

"Nmuooohh."

"What a pathetic face. Look, feel it more! While licking my feet, I'll tease your small cock, release your cock milk! Hora!"

 The tip is rubbed with her hand from above the fabric of the skirt.

 The thighs with the penis between them skillfully moved to the right and left, stirring the penis violently. The male symbol is rubbed more against her crotch. Her crotch was getting wetter, and sometimes he could feel a hard protrusion against her flesh.

“I wonder how Melvina would react if she knew that you were such a pervert? She would probably become disillusioned with you and go back to her parent's house. Even I find you disgusting. For her, a serious and innocent girl, such a thing would be too much."

"Uaaahh."

"It's disgusting. I'm fulfilling your perverted desires, so why don't you go and have a quick orgasm, small cock?"

 The liquid that came out of the tip of the penis ran down the entire glans, wetting Gwendolyn's inner thighs. It had moistened the woman's place to the point that she couldn't speak for others either.

 Clearly, her distinctive sweet-smelling bitch-hole was beginning to waft through the air.

 It was a soothing smell, different from Melvina's cream cheese smell.

 It was a smell that was no doubt inviting to males, but to Christo's penis, it was deadly poison.

 Instinctively, she sensed that he was about to leak semen, and whispered an insult to stop him.

"Small fry. Small fry, small fry, small fry."

 Thin lips with lipstick give a glossy light.

 The tongue lightly taps the back of the teeth once, and the root of the tongue closes the back of the throat at a brisk pace.

"Small fry."

 She laughs, resting her elbows on her thighs.

"Small fry."

 A giggle, a sneer.

"Small fry, small fry, small fry, small fry."

"Kuh, whoa."

"Ejaculate, do it."

"Kuh, ooohh. Out! I'll let it out!"

 Spurt*, spuuuurt*!

 Spuuurt*, spuuuuuurt*!

 Spurt*, spuuurt*, spuuuuuuurt*!

 Spurt*, spurt*, spur...

 Spurt*, spurt*, spuuurt*, spuuuurt*!

 Spuuuuurt*!

"Eeeehh!?" "Kyaaaaaa!?"

 Ballot, who was watching from nearby, yelled in astonishment, and Gwendolyn, who had a smile on her face, screamed. It had been a long time since he had cummed inside a woman's skirt, and the ejaculation was tremendous because it was right in the center of Christo's proclivities.

 The rapturous ejaculation, which may have released all the liquid in his body, soiled Gwendolyn's navy blue skirt to a sloppy mess, stained the ribbon of her blouse, and even splashed white juice from the tip of her nose to her mouth.

"W-wait a minute! Are you really human!?"

"I'm sorry, it's something that's been piling up."

"No way. This... haaa, the smell is so bad that it tangles the back of my throat. My skirt is sticky."

 Gwendolyn's body temperature is rising as she receives the aphrodisiac effect of the semen.

 She stood up, seemingly trying to hide her arousal, and picked up the fabric of her long skirt and pulled it up.

“The worst! Sticky all the way inside and down to the underwear. It smells bad."

"――――!"

 His heart jumped.

 When Gwendolyn lifted her skirt, her black socks were stained with filth. The stinky seed juices were still showing on her beautiful feet, which still had a strong girlish color to them. The droplets of liquid left a terrible trail of outbursts as they approached the crotch area where she was holding the penis directly between her legs.

 Gwendolyn was standing with her legs shoulder-width apart, and under her tucked-up skirt, one could see her stark white panties and even her asscheeks beyond her crotch.

 Christo heard the voice of the small-fry agitator from earlier reverberate depressingly in his brain.

 It was supposed to be a hallucination, but it reverberated in his brain over and over.

 His penis was still erect, not at all satisfied, and in front of him, "Worst of all, how am I going to get home?" He couldn't resist the instinctive urge to chastise the woman who was speaking in a sassy voice saying, "It stinks and is dirty".

"Gwendolyn."

"Ah? What, pervert."

"I'll never forgive you."

"Ha? That's my line."

 Before she could finish her line, Christo had ripped off the shackles.

 The gray-haired girl stiffens in the face of a display of tremendous strength.

"Oh my, did you break it? Well, I'll give you the bill when you leave the store. The rest is up to the two of you."

"Ah, hey, Ballot! Wait!"

 Gwendolyn rushed at her, reaching out for help.

 Christo holds her against the wall of the room, hugging her tightly so that she cannot resist, and forcibly takes her thin lips.

 × × ×

"Nmmhh!"

 He grabs her flailing jaw and sucks her lips.

 When he let go of her face before being bitten, Christo whispered in a low voice mixed with murderous intent.

"If you resist, you'll be hurt even worse."

"What are you."

"You're holding back too, aren't you? Come have some fun with me."

"Screw you! I... I have Setanta!"

"You and I are having an affair when we went inside this facility together. You're covered in my semen. There's no excuse."

"...Then what? Are you telling me to commit more sins?"

"No one knows what goes on in bed. No one can peek at you even from the top. There's a roof over our head."

 Christo whispered to Gwendolyn.

"We'll only be here for a little while. At this time, even if you have a little fun, Setanta won't find out."

"Annoying, let go, you, pervert!?"

 Stroking her thin buttocks.

 Even through her skirt, he could feel the deep crack of her ass.

"You haven't been fucked in a long time, right? I haven't had sex in a long time too. Melvina, ......she hasn't let me fuck her once yet."

"That's, well. She's a serious girl."

"You and I are alike."

 "――――"

"Even though we are in a position where we should be blessed with love from those brothers and sisters, we haven't received their love. We are a victim."

“…………”

"So why don't we do a little mean in return? I'm sure Holy Tree-sama will forgive us."

"B-but."

 He didn't want her to talk anymore.

 He sucks her lips forcefully again.

 She immediately tightened her hand, but when he strongly sucked her tongue up, she immediately relaxed.

"J-just a little bit."

 Gwendolyn muttered, turning her face away. "It's Setanta's fault. It's not my fault."

"Yes. It's not your fault."

 After whispering that, Christo put his finger into her crotch from the top of her skirt.

"Fugu, nhh."

 Their lips pressed together.

 Gwendolyn's beautiful face loomed over him and the raw warmth of her body touched his skin.

 Her nose was breathing hard.

 Mixed with the smell of semen was the scent of peach, a breath freshener, from her saliva.

 He twisted his tongue around her mouth and she unabashedly twisted his tongue back.

 She was still excited――

 As soon as he touched her crotch through her skirt, he could feel the love juice on his fingertips.

"Nhh, ah, there."

"Here?"

 A little behind the protrusion.

 Between the labia minora, the entrance to the secret hole.

 Gwendolyn nodded, spreading her legs.

"There, where I feel it. I want more."

'You think I'm going to do what you say?"

"What, since we've decided to have an affair, we should make each other feel as good as we can. We should feel good about it and forget about today. We have each other's lives."

"Gwendolyn. I thought you were a nasty woman, but you're a good friend to have sex with."

"So are you."

 He played with the vaginal opening with his fingers as Gwendolyn desired.

 Gwendolyn bit sweetly on Christo's shoulder.

 Her teeth bit through his shirt.

"Nhh, haa, ngh, ah, ahh, theree, it feels good. I want moree!"

 He crushes the larger clitoris, grazes the urethra, and went to the secret hole. When he rubs the tip of his finger around the hole, Gwendolyn repeats her honest confession, "That feels good," and rubs her body even more to his.

 She's a cheeky woman, but a woman's body is a woman's body.

 Warm and soft.

 The smell of semen sticks to his nose, but he can also smell her own sweet body odor.

 Christo pulls back the fabric of her skirt, exposing her white legs.

 Black, stained socks and milk-colored skin.

 A childish body that is the exact opposite of Patricia.

 As he tickled her inner thigh, Gwendolyn shook her head and guided his hand to her crotch.

"Nah, haaaaan."

 He inserted a finger through the gap in her underwear and inserted it into her hot, wet little pussy.

 He inserted it shallowly and felt a tight vaginal squeeze, then it softened immediately.

 He slowly inserts his finger.

 Unlike Melvina's fleshy and larger one, there was a place inside the secret hole that felt hollow and empty from the first joint onward when the finger was inserted to the base. Slowly, he pulled his finger out and inserted it again. This time, he placed his finger on the back of the clitoris.

"Nhh, ah, ah, ah."

 Gwendolyn stuck her back against the wall and thrust out her crotch to enjoy the pleasure. She has a strong odor of fermented urine rising from her crotch, mingled with her feminine good smell―― a stench of animal stench. It seems to be the scent of her estrus―― a refreshing smell of female fluid.

 Unlike the previous one, the caress is from the front, so he can stimulate her vagina while crushing her clitoris with his thumb.

 Squelch*, squelch*, squelch*, squelch*, squelch*, squelch――――.

 A sound that lacks any semblance of decency is made, and Gwendolyn lets out a howl without hiding her melted face.

"Ah ――oooohhh, nhh, aaaahhh, there, the――re, more, more, stronger, stronger."

 The fabric of Gwendolyn's underwear shifts, gradually exposing her secret hole.

 It was completely hairless, and there was not even a trace of shaving on her labia.

 It was clean and smooth, as though a potion had been used to eliminate the hair.

 As a result, the hole that held Christo's finger in its mouth was also fully visible.

 It was a red, swollen secret hole dripping with white love juice.

 When he inserted a second finger, she let out a muffled "ooohh" and climaxed lightly. A clear liquid squirted out from the top of her cleft, wetting his arm. There is no odor.

 Christo spread his fingers a little apart, and as if to show it off to her, he entwined it with her sticky love juice and slowly put it in and out.

"This is your precious spot. Do you know why it's so important?"

"Nhh, that much, even I, ooh... know it. Fuuu."

 She clenched her teeth against the waves of pleasure.

 His fingers were spreading, causing the area around her nose to rise and her porcelain-white skin to heat up.

"My baby, where I give birth, to."

"Yes, yes."

 Christo bent down and put his nose close to the spread hole and smelled the odor.

 He smelled the strong, almost animalistic scent of a female.

"Nah, there, moreee."

 Rolling the tip of his tongue over the clitoris, she begins to beg obscenely.

 Christo stimulated the back of her clitoris with two fingers while licking the clitoris with the rough part of his tongue.

 Gwendolyn swallowed the scream as if she was choking, and lowered her head with her beautiful brow furrowed.

"Ah, cum, cum, cum, cum, cumming, cumming."

"Go ahead. Cum."

"Nhh―――――, …………, ……ah! Aaanhh!"

 Her white hips bounced.

 Gwendolyn pulled her chin back and let out a particularly high-pitched voice as she orgasmed.

 Her clear eyes blurred and her mouth opened.

 Twitch*, twich*, her shoulder wrapped in a blouse bounced repeatedly.

"Hao――ooh, haa, ha, haa, … it feels, good..."

"Good for you....Hm? You're bleeding?"

 Christo narrowed his eyes.

 Gwendolyn answers while breathing on his shoulder.

"What happened?"

"You... were you a virgin?"

"I'm not a virgin. Socially, I'm not a virgin!"

"I'm begging you, please explain in a language I understand."

"There was an unfortunate accident..."

 Gwendolyn shook her head. "On our wedding night, Setanta couldn't get it up. No wonder, because I had a fight with him, because I spoke to him in a cheeky way".

"I-Is that so?"

"But I bribed a servant to have sex with me."

 There was a flash of madness in her eyes when she said that.

 It was not light, it was darkness.

"It must have been hard for you."

"Because I'm not interested in a money-less, non-aristocratic, perverted, mongrel of a man. I'm going to have artful, literary, abusive sex, and I'm going to get my share of the alimony from Setanta!"

"I hope it goes well. I'm rooting for you behind the scenes. Umu..."

 He can't help but be confused.

 Or rather, it seems to him that the direction has shifted and is starting to go in the opposite direction.

"Thank you for your support!"

"Yeah. I know you can do it. You might really be able to defeat Patricia. Good luck.."

 More than that, there is a possibility that she will be kicked out of the Hero Family, but it has always been the case that those who can achieve great results are either great geniuses or great idiots. Seriously, maybe, just maybe―― Christo was beginning to think so.

 Gwendolyn glanced at the desk by the bed.

 The hourglass had advanced quite a bit.

“That's all for tonight. I'd better get home, it's almost dawn."

"Mu... Is it because the class took too long?"

"Yeah."

“I have to leave, too, Melvina will also wake up. Let's go home."

 He was so surprised that Gwendolyn was actually a virgin, and that even though she was a virgin, she didn't hesitate to have sex with Christo, so he was a little awed. Or rather, he was a little taken aback. He doesn't understand this woman called Gwendolyn. Her mental structure is chaos itself. She was as incomprehensible as Setanta.

"I have to wipe my skirt and everything."

"I have a bucket and cloth. I'll help you."

 And so they cleaned up the various liquids that had splattered on their bodies and clothes.

 After that, Christo paid the bill and they left the bathhouse.

 Christo thought that Gwendolyn, whom he had thought to be the most carefree of the three, was in fact the most difficult woman to underestimate. ――He thought so with a straight face as he left Gwendolyn and returned to the "Muma's Cradle". There are all kinds of weirdos in the world, but Gwendolyn is very weird, even with the information he has at this point. He thought there were only one or two people in the northern monastery who were as weird as Gwendolyn.

(I'll ask her out if I want to play with her in an abnormal way. But otherwise, let's leave her alone.)

 Christo thought as he jumped through the window into his room and quickly wash off his soiled clothes.

 The clothes gave off a faint scent of Gwendolyn until he washed them off in the hot water.