The Incubus King of Holy Sword Academy (WN): Chapter 13

 

Chapter 13: Obtaining Rune Stones, Actual Battle

 The first weekend after entering Holy Sword Academy arrived.

 In order to rest their tired body from the unfamiliar environment, they would return to their lodgings and spend time leisurely―― that would be the option most students would take.

 However, Christo had a promise with the Frontier Count Netzel to go around to each monastery in the former Söderholm territory and call on the priests to cooperate in making a ledger.

 He had secretly hoped that Netzel would negotiate with the upper echelons of the church to have each monastery in the north assist in the creation of the ledger, but it seemed that Netzel was going to stick to his position of not doing anything complicated at all. He provided Christo with a flying chariot but left everything else to Christo and the local administrators.

 He was probably busy with his ballet troupe, but to his surprise, he was waiting for Christo at the port outside the walls of the royal capital.

"Hey, Christo! It's a beautiful day!"

 Netzel's complexion was better than when he had met him at the academy before, and he was dressed somewhat more flamboyantly. His hat is red, his coat is green, and his pants are yellow. Overall, the colors were not easy on the eyes. It made his eyes sting.

"Hello, Count-sama. Or perhaps, good evening."

 Christo glances back down the dusk-lit hill.

 He came right after the end of the last class.

 Considering the time it would take to collect the rune stones, he was sure he would not make it in time if he started his travel tomorrow morning.

"Either way! Now, we are going to start our journey to the northern frontier, where nature is abundant! Let's have fun!"

"You are looking very well today. Did something good happen?"

"Can you tell? Actually, I'm welcoming my goddess today."

"Goddess? It is always interesting to hear your stories, Frontier Count-sama. May I ask you to tell me the details in the ship?"

 He was not really interested at all, but he wanted to get on the ship as soon as possible, so I replied.

 Then Netzel waved his index finger, saying, "Wait a minute."

"I have a travel companion. Look, there she is, walking from over there!"

"She...? Patricia?"

 In the direction from which Netzel looked―― toward the entrance to the port, there was a red-haired woman who stood out even from a distance. It was indeed Patricia. But what could possibly make Patricia come along on this trip?

 As Christo wondered this, he spotted a woman with dull gray hair next to Patricia. It was Gwendolyn, who had been in a bit of trouble the other day. She was relatively plainer in appearance than Patricia, but the impression was so strong that she stood out in Christo's mind.

"It's Gwendolyn Lou-dono. I have invited her to travel with me to the north this time, and she has agreed because of our various interests!"

"What a surprise! What a move you've got there, Count-sama."

 While trying to get along with him, Christo frowned once more as he saw Gwendolyn pushing her way through the crowd.

 She was dressed in her usual uniform and coat, but her proud face was a disaster. Her whole face was swollen and battered. Even from a distance, the tops of her eyes were bluish and her lips were streaked with blood. She also seemed to be walking with a limp.

 Netzel also noticed something was wrong with Gwendolyn halfway through the walk, and he stood there with a look of exasperation on his face.

“Good evening, Count Netzel-sama, Christo-san.”

 Patricia came up to Christo and Netzel and greeted them smilingly―― but her smile was slightly drawn. She was clearly forcing a smile.

"Gwendolyn has been looking forward to this day, too."

"I'm Gwendolyn Lou, his excellency, the Frontier Count. I look forward to working with you."

 Gwendolyn said in a raspy voice.

 What really happened?

 Netzel's eyes were blank.

"Ah...... Umu. Ah, yeah..."

"Before the ceremony to mourn Lancelot-sama, Gwendolyn here, on behalf of all of us, will offer a prayer at the place where he last fought. Christo-san, please take care of her."

"Ah, you are going north because of Lancelot-sama. I understand, but what happened to her face?"

"Umm, that's..."

"I just fell down a bit, that's all."

 Gwendolyn says so bluntly.

 But as expected, she felt she had to say something to Netzel.

 After thinking for a moment, she said,

"I am very sorry that I have come here in such an unsightly appearance, even though you have invited me. If I heal it in the ship, the swelling will be gone by the time we arrive."

"Ah, that's right, that's right. Is everything all right? You don't look like you've had a bad fall."

"I fell."

"Ah, I see... Yeah, well, enjoy the trip. Yeah."

"Christopher. Which ship are you on?"

"The red one over there. It seems that Count-sama rides the green one."

"I'll ride in the same one as Christopher."

 Gwendolyn said this without hesitation and walked out quickly with her suitcase in tow.

 Christo said "Excuse me" to Patricia and ran after the gray-haired girl.

 × × ×

 The following is a summary of what Gwendolyn told Christo on the ship.

 Gwendolyn, who had been told by Christo the other day to make a difference to Patricia in her nightly activities, immediately thought about what would be an effective form of abuse for Setanta. What is a beautiful cussing that is literary, artistic, and stimulating to the other's sexual desire―― she was making sure it sounded good by slurring her words in small tones between classes, during breaks in training, and so on.

 But the cost of actually slurring it and checking its resonance was great.

 According to Gwendolyn, her mouth had learned the abuses, which were "still incomplete and not yet beautiful". And just like the monster that inhabits the [Frozen Plains] and imitates human voices, Gwendolyn's mouth slurred the worst abuse at the worst possible time.

"I've been thinking about this tactic for a while, and it just happened to work, and today I got three from Setanta. Three out of ten. I was so proud of myself that I was about to call out Setanta's name."

"You said abusive words."

"No, I didn't. I called him a small fry because I mistook Setanta for a small fry."

"What was all that talk about studying cursing? What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has something to do with it. After that, I got into an argument with him, and I cussed him out as much as I could. And then―― he cursed at my family."

 Gwendolyn put her elbows on the window and continues uninterestedly.

"I lost my temper and punched him, and he punched me. From there it was a fight to the death. He grabbed me by the legs and slammed me to the ground, and when I couldn't avoid him, he mounted me and kept hitting me."

"It hurts to hear that."

“It's normal among the warriors in the Frozen Plains. They fight each other all the time. I kicked Setanta three times in the groin and kneed him in the face, and Pat stopped me."

“Couldn't you have taken the day off? Or maybe they could have substituted you."

 Gwendolyn took the ice off her forehead.

 The wound was already healed, having been tied with the holy seal of healing.

"There's no way I can refuse the invitation of Count-sama.  Besides, I personally wanted to see Sensei's―― Lancelot-sama's final resting place before the ceremony."

"I see. ――I'm sorry, Gwendolyn."

"Ha? Why are you getting excited when you're looking at my knees? It's disgusting."

"I apologize."

 Christo said, keeping his head down.

 Not only the old man, but also Priest Yohn said so.

 As you get older, you get caught up in your own shackles and become less and less able to apologize to others.

 However, if one is to remain a true gentleman, it is necessary to admit one's mistakes and reflect on them from time to time. Christo is not a gentleman anytime, (Christo is a demon to begin with), but setting up a pure and ignorant woman and mocking and laughing at her would be unproductive.

 Even in committing vice, one must do so with aesthetics in order to experience true pleasure.

 Apologize if it goes against aesthetics. Reflect on the mistake.

 By righting wrongs, Christo evolves to a higher level of existence.

"I'm not a little demon man"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

“Is the support to the Helson Baron family okay?”

“My parents' house? It's all right. When Setanta apologized to me, I asked him if he would continue to support them, and he said he would."

"As far as I'm concerned, your relationship with Setanta is on the verge of collapse. So, as a good remedy."

"Ha? Setanta loves me and I love him. Again, time will tell, as it always does. ――I mean, can't we talk about something more constructive? This conversation is boring. And I'm thirsty."

“If you think it's none of my business, then I don't have anything to say."

"Yeah, it's really unnecessary. That's right, why don't you play chess with me? I'm pretty strong. I beat Kat every time. Are you good at chess?"

 Christo shook his head.

"I've never played it. I know there is such a game."

 Gwendolyn grinned like a feline that found its prey.

"Ah, chess is a military courtesy. I'll teach you how to play chess. But only at betting chess!"

"I'll play with you. Please be gentle with me."

"I'll empty your wallet!"

 After that, they played a game of chess, which was provided on the ship.

 As a result, Christo won the first round by a narrow margin.

 The rest were all overwhelming victories for Christo, who understood the rules.

 × × ×

 Gwendolyn's company brought unexpected benefits.

 While Christo was touring the monasteries in the north during the day, Gwendolyn had no specific plans, so she decided to spend her free time collecting stones of various shapes and sizes to make rune stones.

 He promised to pay her one gold coin per day, in addition to pretending that the betting chess game had never taken place, and she accepted with two words of encouragement.

 On the first day, by the time they arrived at the port in the north, it was already a few minutes before sunset.

 Not wanting to waste any time, they gathered stones around the old Söderholm Castle, where they would be staying for the first day, and purchased some dyes at a store run by the castle's supply clerk.

 There are four major processes in rune magic.

[Engraving] ......The process of engraving runes on stones.

[Dyeing] ……The process of dyeing with dye as if tracing the runes engraved on the stone.

[Prayer] ……The process of praying over a stone.

[Funeral] ......The process of making offerings enhances the effect of the stone.

 Even without the last process [Funeral], the stone used for rune magic is already completed in the [Prayer] process.

 Once the stone is completed, the magic effect is generated by throwing the stone into the void and performing actions such as pronouncing the rune letters.

 For example,

"Kenaz."

 Christo throws the stone inscribed with "ᚲ" in orange toward the starry night sky.

 The stone did not fall freely, but floated around Christo's left shoulder and lit up with a dazzling orange light.

 Kenaz.

 It means [torch].

 [The spreading of the unseen world].

 Or [hope].

 Christo put the meaning of torch into Kenaz, hoping that it would light up the darkness and fog. Christo's own blood was offered as an offering.

"Bright."

 Gwendolyn, who was watching next to him, narrowed her eyes.

 She was wearing a black coat over her hunter's leather armor, which melted in the darkness of the night.

 The light from Kenaz illuminated the area, causing her black attire to stand out.

(The magic effect seems to have been enhanced by the offering of my blood. I should keep my offerings more universal, or I might invite someone's unwanted scrutiny.)

"ᛇ, Eihwaz. ᛏ, Tiwaz. ᚺ, Haglaz.”

 While chanting the runes in order, throwing the 3 x 2 stones between the left and right fingers into the void.

 Eihwaz is the bow.

 Tiwaz means battle, but with a prayer that will be the butt of countless arrows.

 Haglaz is hailstorm. Collapse. An unexpected event.

 The stone thrown into the sky is still stopped in the void, and immediately begins spinning as if protecting Christo's surroundings.

"Shoot through it, [Arrow of Light].''

 At the command, the orbiting stones change their arrangement.

 Eihwaz.

 Tiwaz.

 Haglaz.

 A total of six runes of three different types flew around in an organic movement and released two arrows of light.

 Not arrows, but shining straight lines.

 The super-heated straight lines punched through the crumbling outer wall behind the old Söderholm Castle, where the two were experimenting with rune magic―― a place thickly overgrown with weeds. Flames arise in the dead weeds.

"Fuu? Is that the result of the stone collecting we've been doing since we arrived? To be honest, it's a bit subtle. The [God's Arrow] is stronger!"

 Gwendolyn said and cut the holy seal into the void.

 Without any prior preparation, particles of blue light spring up from the ground and gather in her hand. In the next instant, a great blue bow and two arrows of light appeared. The [God's Bow] that Setanta had used in his duel with Christo had released five bows, as he recalled. His aim was also accurate.

"The accumulation of arrows is very important. This is only one of my means of attack."

 Christo said, indicating a place that could be called wilderness, which could be seen from the castle.

 The howling of wolves echoed endlessly from the castle's perimeter.

 The church forces in the area had been wiped out by Christo, including Priest Yohn, and the castle had also been destroyed. The forest north of the area where Lancelot and the old man last fought has become the territory of giant wolves.

 He was told by the administrator who works at the old Söderholm Castle that the residents have asked to exterminate them.

 He wants to try out the runes, so he was going to go out quickly and hunt for two hours.

 After hunting the wolves, he intends to use the carcass to do a rune enhancement [Funeral] process. There are a lot of stones that he wants to use for this opportunity. It doesn't hurt to have some help.

 Christo runs from the collapsed wall to the steep slope. The floating stones followed soon after. Gwendolyn also followed.

(I want to see this woman's abilities too. According to her own words, she's not that strong, but...)

 × × ×

 Thin figures move as if flying through the forest at night, where many trees are layered on top of each other.

 The rough breathing of wolves echoes in the trees.

 The presence of four-footed beasts stomping on dry dead leaves came from all over the forest.

 Gwendolyn dodged the attack of a three-meter-long wolf that had come at her from a blind spot on her right, and leaped up into the trunk of a large tree as if she were being snatched away by the night sky. The sound of a palm gouging the trunk and a boot kicking another tree trunk. Gwendolyn, who had quickly tied the holy seal of her bow in the sky above, made three blue arrows and accurately sniped the wolves on the ground.

 A blue flash.

 A light like a thin thread running through the air.

 A continuous sound of arrows echoed.

 Three wolves are shot through the head, or the heart, and die.

"... Fuu,... fuu."

 Gwendolyn is a noisy person in normal times, but she never lets out a sound during a battle.

 She landed soundlessly on the leafy ground and used the recoil to throw her [God's Spear] deep into the woods. Without missing a beat, the spear skewered the two wolves that had been standing side by side, watching them, and then sewed them to a large tree.

 All that remained was to repeat the action, ducking as the wolves came at her from all directions, and then scurrying off among the trees like a spider again.

 Christo only uses the Kenaz rune to illuminate the dark forest.

 The first pack of wolves they encountered after entering the forest.

 Twelve wolves in total.

 Gwendolyn reaped the last wolf's head with a strong strike from the air, and then waved the church saber provided to the Holy Sword Academy students which were designed for the use of [God's Sword].

 She looks around vigilantly and then begins to lick the palm of her hand that was not holding the saber.

 Earlier, she had gouged out the trunk of a large tree with a blow of her palm.

 Even though the skin was strengthened with holy arts, the surface must have been thinly scraped off.

"...Are you alright?"

"No problem."

(No problem, huh? Some of them had been mutated by preying on monsters. Priest Yohn, who I killed, probably wouldn't have stood a chance.)

 She took a knife from her waist and dexterously played with it, spinning it with one hand. Without any preliminary movement, she threw it at Christo's face.

"――――. Squirrel, huh."

"Don't daze around. It's the green one that camouflages itself on a branch. If it bites you, you'll die."

 Her arm remains in the air when she threw the knife.

 Gwendolyn says in a small voice.

 She walks past Christo and pulls out a knife stuck in the trunk.

 The corpse of the small animal falls to the ground.

 He had actually noticed it, but he didn't dare move.

 Or rather, there was no need to move.

 The squirrel seemed to be frightened, perhaps from a creature's instincts, to know Christo's true identity.

 Even if he was bitten, his body will metabolize the poison before it spread, so he would not die.

"Gwendolyn."

"I know even if you don't say it. There's something in there."

 A fern about five meters to the left in front of him was faintly swaying.

 The plant is about as tall as Christo's crotch, but even a large beast can bend over and move with little shaking.

 The thin, high-pitched voice of the beast echoed.

 Gwendolyn draws her saber and looks around cautiously.

"It's been drawn to the smell of blood. Maybe another herd."

"There are a lot of them. There may be werewolves. We should fall back and cover our retreat."

"I'm going in. Cover me."

"You're crazy.."

 In his opinion, this woman named Gwendolyn is a person who doesn't stop at all even if she stands on the borderline of danger and death, and on the contrary, she accelerates. She is definitely out of her mind. From the outside, she looks reckless.

 But――.

 She always succeeded in her assaults, as if she had a hunch or something that gave her a sense of victory.

(A genius.)

 He followed the shadow of a woman dancing like a black flower through the forest.

 This woman is an idiot.

 But she is a powerful pawn.

 If she is manipulated well, she can change the course of a battle single-handedly.

"Gwendolyn. In five seconds, throw the [God's Spear] diagonally forward to the right at a 45-degree angle. Then leap up to the left trunk, five meters forward. Then vertically toward the surface of the ground, use the [God's Bow]. Three arrows."

 Christo kicked the ground as he released the power of his demon legs.

 He leaped instantly and stood in front of the large fallen tree.

"ᛇ ᛏ ᚺ"

 Eihwaz.

 Tiwaz.

 Haglaz.

 Fast chanting of runes.

 At Christo's command, the rune stones deployed simultaneously.

 He got it this time.

 Fifteen pieces, 3 x 5.

 Rune letters shining white.

 In the forest, they fluttered like stars.

 Christo had already finished understanding the terrain, the enemy's position, and predicting Gwendolyn's actions.

 He can see it.

"Shoot through it, [Arrow of Light]."

 He waved his right arm horizontally.

 That was the order for a volley of shots.

 Five rays of light shot out like meteors, and within a second, the next ray of light was released.

 The nineteen wolves lurking in the vicinity, watching them, were instantly killed by the intermediate magic of the runes, which shot through the space from all directions.

 Gwendolyn throws the [God's Spear] with precision.

 Then, from the shadows of the trees in the back, a huge bipedal monster appeared.

(A werewolf. I knew it was there.)

 A subspecies of the vampire race. Classified as demons.

 Highly intelligent and social.

 Christo watches the werewolf charging straight ahead to avoid being tortured to death by a magician from a distance. Beasts are easy to kill because they fight on instinct. Instincts are more or less common to the species.

 The werewolf who approached Christo changed from walking on four legs to walking on two legs.

 The monster tried to swing down its large claws―― three blue arrows rained down from above, hitting both ankles, and was pierced through the lung and slammed to the ground.

(Checkmate.)

 Slaying lowly creatures.

 Fear and awe flashed in the werewolf's eyes when he saw Christo while it was on the verge of death.

 Confirming this, Christo realizes that it is alive.

 He can't stop killing because of this――

 An arrow of white light pierced the body of the werewolf who had fallen down.

 × × ×

"You have the audacity to give orders to me even though you're just my sex slave? You have a weird fighting style, and you seem to think inside that it's cool to kill demons in cold blood, which is really creepy."

"Since when did I become your sex slave... Anyway, good job, Gwendolyn. It was a wonderful move. I changed my opinion of you."

 When Christo said this with a smile, Gwendolyn turned away with a slight blush on her cheeks, perhaps not the reaction she had expected. In this way, she looks like a girl of her age. But he already knows that she is something else, something completely different.

(If I kill Patricia, I have to kill her next.)

 He'll never give her the sword that slays fairies.

 This woman is dangerous.

 She's unpredictable and he didn't understand what she was going to do.

 Christo's most hated enemy.

"The leader of the pack, the werewolf, is dead. The wolves are disappearing. That's all for tonight."

"I'll signal the men waiting in the wilderness!"

"Wait."

 He stopped Gwendolyn, who was about to shoot the [God's Bow] into the sky.

 Christo took out a bag of rune stones from the pouch on his waist.

"I will perform a [Funeral]. These wolves will be called up by the pagan gods to fight in the final war at the end of the world."

"How long will it take?"

"It won't take long."

 Christo takes out his magic tool, sets the catalyst, and quickly finishes strengthening the runes.

 Meanwhile, Gwendolyn goes over to the dead werewolf and prays as the Holy Tree Religion teaches.

 × × ×

 The trip north was a good success.

 He had expected to be stuck during the day and to be disturbed by the Frontier Count's men during the move, but he was pleasantly mistaken. With Gwendolyn's help, he was finally able to fill his suitcases with rune stones.

 The power of the stones is mighty.

 In particular, the stone, which was made with Christo's blood as an offering, could cause unexpected damage if left unattended after use. For this reason, once the stone is activated, it is common practice to discard it if it will not be used again for some time after use.

 This is the final process in the broad sense of the term, [Destruction], in the process of making runes.

 Starting with [Engraving] and ending with [Destruction], the process is somewhat tedious compared to magic, which can be done without any work at all.

"Nmu. Kora, small fry cock."

 Before the crackling of the fire in the fireplace.

 Sitting on the sofa, between Christo's lap, a girl with no clothes was kneeling.

 She— Gwendolyn wrapped Christo's rigid penis with great care and licked it up with her tongue. She flicks the tip of her tongue over the penis, tracing the backside of the tip, then slurps down the clear pre-cum with her mouth.

 It is the second day of their trip.

 They had come to their final lodging at the now uninhabited Priest Yohn's monastery.

 Tomorrow morning they would leave immediately, return to the academy, and attend the second period.

"Since I'm the one serving you, you'd better concentrate on getting your stinking male juices out!"

"Ah, sorry."

 Christo stroked her gray hair as he flipped the page of the rune magic book with one hand.

 With an ecstatic expression, Gwendolyn licks, slurps, and swallows Christo's aphrodisiac-infused fluids. Each time she did, her shoulders would shake and she would have a small climax.

 Underneath her milk-colored ass, viscous love juices were soaking the floor.

"Stinky. Sweet and warm..."

 With a sigh, her small mouth sucked the filthy stick into her mouth, and without hesitation, she swallowed it down to the base.

 The teeth lightly hit the trunk of the meat, and a sharp sensation of pleasure runs through the mouth. Then, it was covered by her mouth, and she stirred and stirred it, and then suddenly, sucked it up with a loud and powerful slurping sound.

"Such an obscene cock. You are a pervert, forcing such a nasty stick on me. Your balls are also full. Are you frustrated because you produce inferior sperm?"

 Stare*―― More blood gathers on the penis.

 It is not the final form until just now.

 Gwendolyn's eyes widen at the still-transforming male symbol and immediately observe the penis as if licking it with lust-filled eyes.

"Amazing... Not bad. Even though you're my sex slave. It's disgusting."

"Gwendolyn. Get on top of me. I'll give you the best pleasure."

"Idiot. I will have sex with you on my own terms. You should be grateful."

 Come to think of it, is this going to be the first penetration?―― While Christo was thinking about it, Gwendolyn stood up and straddled his knees.

"Haa, haa, a low-class cock. It's really dirty. This is...... nhh...... ah... aaanhhh."

 The penis is wrapped in heat.

 The entrance was cold and wet, and as it entered with resistance at the back, it felt the strong sensation of the folds of flesh, which moved in tandem with her breathing and the movement of her asshole.

"Ah... A――ahh."

 On the other side of the magic book, the white female body turns away.

 Muscle lines show slightly on the slender legs, and are eventually relaxed.

 Gwendolyn swallowed the penis to its base and traced her lower abdomen, which would have felt the foreign sensation of insertion. The sensation was like a hand tracing the stick of flesh. The dark red hole that had blossomed made a viscous sound.

"Ah――, ahh―― nhhii."

 Her hips slowly move up and down.

 Her thin hips repeatedly hit the crotch as if she were driving a stake through it.

 Squelch*, squelch*, squelch*―― there is a dirty sound that would make any woman embarrassed.

 Christo put the book on the desk and hugged her.

"Hmph, are you finally motivated? Your cock is nothing more than a meat for sex! Poor, cock. Nhh, haa, haa, naahhh."

 When he put his hand on her thin shoulder, he could feel her hair on his palm.

 When her body was in close contact, the body temperature, which was much higher than Melvina's, settles in his pectoral muscles.

 Rough breathing in her chest.

 The smell of rose essential oil in her hair.

 Aiming for the time when she swallowed the penis to the root, he grab the buttocks.

 The penis collides with the innermost part of her vagina.

"Oooh!? ……H-hihii... ama, zing..."

"Curse me properly."

"Don't, be absurd."

 White arms embrace him, and glossy lips come closer.

 Without hesitation, tongue and saliva are poured in.

 The loud lewd sound from the room disappeared and the sound of the fire in the fireplace became stronger.

 He felt the woman's body, Gwendolyn, all over his body, in close contact with his mouth, his torso, and his reproductive organ. The thin flesh, but certainly that of a woman, gently satisfies a man's desire.

 Gwendolyn's well-trained lower body twists, tightening as if she were holding it in her hand.

 As they both breathe heavily and devour each other's bodies, suddenly, Gwendolyn begins to stiffen and exclaimed as it seemed to reach the heavens.

 The tremendous tightening loosened, tightened, and loosened, and her nose let out an exhale of satisfaction.

(I'm cumming too!)

 Spurt*, spuuurt*, spuuurt*.

 Spuuuuuurt*, spuuurt*.

 Spurt*, spuuuuuuurt*!

 Spuuuuurt*, spuuuuuurt*!

 Spuuuuuuuurt*! Spurt*!

“Nhh, ~~~~. Fuu, nmufu, fuu."

 Gwendolyn's hips bounce with the massive ejaculation.

 She rubbed the tip of the penis that kept ejaculating, as though she was begging for seed in the back of her vagina.

"Aanhhh, moreee."

"Kuku, alright. I'll give it to you."

"Wrong, I'm doing it, to you!"

 The aphrodisiac effect was making her speech slower.

 Christo stroked Gwendolyn's hair.

 And poured poisonous words.

"Do you know that affection and sexual desire are two different emotions?"

“…………”

"Humans. They love someone deeply, but they can't resist the instinct to procreate."

"You mean they want to have sex?"

"Yes, even if the law kills you, the affair will remain. Gwendolyn, what you are doing is biologically correct."

"Of course I am, I am as beautiful as gold, as right as gold."

 Gwendolyn stuck out her red tongue and flicked Christo's lips in a pampering manner. A smear of saliva smeared on his lips.

"I enjoy having sex with you. From now on, if I'm going to have sex, I'll be doing it with Christopher."

"Let's enjoy each other's company."

 He rubbed her cum-soaked crotch and stimulated her clitoris.

 Gwendolyn tilted her chin, sticking out her crotch with a penis in its mouth, pressing her clitoris hard against his fingers, and squealing obscenely like a whore.