Damn it. I failed. In my faint memories from yesterday, I remember giving Orietta permission for aphrodisiacs. She said the range was narrow and wouldn’t bother the Knight Order, but it was narrow, concentrated, and scattered around us.
I’m too sleepy to open my eyes properly. Someone is still on top of me, moving their hips. I wonder who it is. I’m tired, so this is fine. It feels good, too.
Through half-closed eyes, I look around and see Alana collapsed beside me. She’s fallen as if dead, but is she okay? On the other side, Sophia was sleeping soundly.
Huh? Then who’s on top of me? She doesn’t seem as tall as Priscilla or Christine, so if it’s not Sophia, it must be Orietta. That’s unusual; normally Orietta would have fainted long ago.
“Ahhhh, haaaaah…”
An unfamiliar voice! Who is it!? An enemy!? The voice, strong enough to blow away my sleepiness, made me open my eyes wide. Looking up, I saw Vicountess Isabel Sumner, completely naked and thrusting her hips, making those big, alluring sounds.
Unsure of what to do, I pushed myself up and, as a first step, covered Isabel’s mouth to stop her loud cries.
“Lady Sumner, what are you doing!?”
Looking at her, I could see what she was doing. She was thrusting her hips repeatedly in front of me, and looking at where we were joined, I couldn’t tell what liquid it was anymore, she was so wet. Was it a mistake to cover her mouth before asking the reason?
“Ughhh, ughhh…”
A sigh escaped through my fingers. If I don’t hold her, she’ll cry out loudly… I thought I should stop her body’s movement, but my left prosthetic hand was out of magic power and couldn’t move, so even someone as slender as Isabel couldn’t stop her hips.
“What are you doing…”
A demonic voice came from behind. Scary, I’m too scared to turn around. This is a bad situation… With a “whoosh,” a shock ran through the top of my head. Priscilla’s signature move, the heel drop.
The pain was so intense that I released my hands from covering Isabel’s mouth and holding her hips, and clutched my head. I wish she’d stop the heel drop; it feels like I’m shrinking.
My right hand, which I’d put on my head, was pinned to the ground by Sophia, and Alana was lying on my left hand. Even though I was pinned to the ground, Isabel’s hips didn’t stop moving. How concentrated was that aphrodisiac?
To make matters worse, Priscilla whispered as she stepped on my throat from where I was pinned to the ground.
“What are you doing…”
“Guh…”
I can’t make a sound. It’s suffocating, I’m going to die. Don’t step on my throat with your legs spread wide, I can see your crotch! Following her with my eyes, I saw that Sophia and Alana were also not wearing clothes. I don’t want to die yet.
“If you step on my throat, I can’t speak.”
That’s true. If possible, I wish Sophia would also release my right hand she’s stepping on; the small stones digging into the back of my hand hurt.
“Hey, Isabel. Get a grip. Are you doing this in your sleep?”
While lightly slapping Isabel’s cheeks, who was still moving her hips with glazed eyes, Priscilla removed her foot from my throat, but I could see!
“Cough, cough.”
Priscilla is as violent as ever. I was so close to seeing… though if I had, she would have gotten angry.
“Isabel. Are you okay? Your first time with the Captain must have felt like death. What a cruel Captain you are!”
Don’t heel drop my solar plexus. I can’t breathe. And stop holding down the two beside me with your naked bodies.
Anyway, why is Vicountess Isabel Sumner here? And why is she naked and thrusting her hips?
“Ah, Lady Priscilla… A-a little more…”
“That’s enough. You’re overdoing it.”
She pulled Isabel, who wouldn’t let go of me, from my short sword as if pulling out a radish, and threw her away. Are you stupid! She’s a Viscountess! The thrown Isabel collapsed and didn’t move at all.
“You two, put on some clothes already. Stop sleeping.”
I want to get up, you don’t need to tell me. First, do something about the two holding me down naked. And what about this concentrated short sword, even though I’m out of magic power?
“Should I tear off enough to make you come?”
I’ll handle it myself. If possible, with the help of others… I’ll handle it myself.
A little while later, when everyone had gathered around the carriage they had placed outside the forest, Vicountess Isabel Sumner stood with her arm linked through mine.
Only after coming this far did I understand why Isabel was on top of me. Simply put, Isabel wasn’t convinced about the Training Corps and had chased after me to discuss it again, but she apparently ended up within the range of Orietta’s aphrodisiacs.
Once ignited, there was no turning back. She was gradually swallowed by the White Lily Corps, and before she knew it, she had become a lily. She shared her difficult life with everyone, which unexpectedly garnered sympathy from the White Lily Corps. They decided she should have a taste of the captain, so she got hooked, and ended up having orgasms longer than anyone else…
And now, this situation. What am I to do… Fortunately or unfortunately, Viscountess Sumner herself asked me to call her “Isabel,” so she clearly has feelings for me.
It’s a relief that the White Lily Corps hasn’t said anything about her feelings, or rather, about her swinging her Buster Sword. Whether they’re not saying anything now means they won’t say anything later, or they’ll stab me later.
As for Isabel, she’s linking arms with me, but no one is doing anything about it. How should I interpret this? Could it be that she’s joining the White Lily Corps? Or just a passionate one-night stand?
Day eight of training.
In any case, I need to talk to Vicountess Isabel Sumner. I can leave the practice to the White Lily Corps.
“Um, I would like to talk…”
She sat next to me in the carriage until just before the Knight Order’s training grounds, arm linked through mine, but as we got closer, she got off the carriage and rode a horse by herself.
And when we entered the tent, she hugged me and pestered me for a kiss. I don’t understand women’s hearts… It’s good that I’m not getting cut, though.
If I say I want to talk, it seems possible, and ale is served from the morning. I have to clear up yesterday’s misunderstanding, maintain a better relationship, and lead the practice to success.
“Um, about yesterday…”
There’s one table and four chairs arranged around it. I’m sitting in one of the chairs, and Isabel is sitting on my lap, with her arms around my neck. While feeding me ale mouth-to-mouth.
Just one day… no, less than three hours in terms of time… The transformation of Isabel, who was now on my lap, from her stern knight face to a woman’s face. What and how much do you have to do to become like this…
“L-Lady Summer… We need to talk…”
The ale spilled from my mouth and wet my clothes. Alcohol stains can surprisingly smell bad when they dry, and if I don’t wash them soon, the residue will be a hassle. Let’s talk, save the kissing for later.
“Mikael… Fuu… M-Mikael…”
She should either kiss me or say my name. She’s skillfully doing both… She started taking off her clothes, so she’s skillfully doing three things.
“Isabel…”
As I started to undress myself while talking, she began to skillfully do two things. Coming this far, talking can wait. The Knight Order’s captain and the Mercenary Captain, towards a single goal, thrusting… let’s thrust forward.
By the evening of that day, the two captains had an “intimate heart-to-heart.”
