I am currently sitting on the edge of the bed set up in the bedroom.
And the decadent situation is that Seira is sitting on my lap.
For your information, I am only wearing panties, and Seira is wearing a pure white bra and drawers, plus pale pink knee-high socks held up by a rich crimson garter belt.
In other words, it’s a situation where a semi-naked Seira is sitting on a semi-naked me and being caressed (petting).
Of course, the close contact between bare skin is quite something.
Initially, Seira struggled to escape my caressing (petting) offensive, but while my right palm was invading her drawers, the tip of my middle finger happened to touch her erected clitoris glans, which caused her to freeze.
At the moment of contact, Seira let out a scream that couldn’t be attributed to a girl.
Then, Seira’s legs were stretched out straight, as if struck by lightning.
“I’m sorry, Seira. I was being careful, but… it seems my fingertip hit your clitoris. I’ll be careful as I advance from now on.”
After offering Seira a perfunctory apology, my right palm began its further advance.
While being careful not to touch the clitoris glans, and also not to touch the labia, my fingers landed on the perineum, also known as the ‘ant crossing the bridge’.
*Thump*
“Hii?!”
At that moment, Seira let out another strange, lewd cry.
Although I had considered the perineum to be a safe zone for Seira’s body, upon closer thought, I realized that the root of her clitoris passed through this area.
A girl’s body truly is a mass of erogenous zones; it’s fair to say so.
However, with this advance, the position of her labia has been pinpointed.
With my right palm still inside Seira’s drawers, I bent my fingers into a bowl shape to cover her vagina.
Of course, I took care not to touch the clitoris glans.
“Kyaaaah!! My hand is stuck inside the drawers I’m wearing!!”
Belatedly, Seira seems to have grasped the current situation.
“Then, I’ll directly fiddle with your vagina.”
“What unspeakably obscene and vulgar barbarity this is! Your assault that tramples on my dignity is forbidden!”
“What are you talking about, Seira? I’m just trying to dilate your vagina, especially your pussy. If you don’t have proper foreplay, you’ll be the one in pain during insertion or loss of virginity.”
“Despite being ‘Ball-less Hal Raymond’! You show no respect to me, your elder! Besides, I’m not afraid of your crude penis!”
Seira is shouting all sorts of abusive language out of panic, but… it’s nothing worth paying attention to, so I’ll ignore it.
First, I gently stroke the slit with my middle finger.
*Squish, squish, squish, squish*
“…Aaahn…Aaah…Stop it…Aaahn♡ …Pleaseeeeee~~”
Seira’s vagina is already *drenched* and *gushing*.
Even though I just lightly rubbed the slit, I could hear wet, lewd moans.
She may be putting on a brave face with her words, but her lower mouth (pussy) is being honest.
At the same time, hot, thick love juice wets my fingertips.
Even so, Seira is exposing herself in a state as if she’s in heat… perhaps ignorance is bliss.
Her legs have already lost their strength, and escaping from my lap is a difficult situation.
Some of the love juice that has wet her pure white drawers is dripping and wetting my thighs.
And with a single flow, it has soaked the futon.
Seira seems to have a tendency to secrete a lot of love juice.
Normally, it would be disrespectful to a saintess who should be revered, but since I am also a saint, I have no hesitation in playing with a saintess.
Still, Seira’s outer labia are very soft and warm.
The overflowing love juice might even have healing benefits if called ‘Saintess Juice’.
While thinking such trivialities, my caresses (petting) do not cease.
*Gush, gush, gush, gush, gushy-gushy-gushy*
“Yah! …Haaan…No…it’s not…Aaaahhaaann…Aaaahhaaahhaaaannn…”
The lewd sounds are gradually becoming more viscous.
Has the viscosity of the overflowing love juice increased due to the agitation?
Seira, who is sitting on my knees, is also becoming more disheveled.
At that moment, over Seira’s shoulder, I could see the pure white bra cup that hides her breasts and its connecting part, and it turned out that this bra was fastened with a front hook.
When viewed from the front, the front hook was cleverly hidden by the sewn-on lace fabric, but by looking directly at the swell of her chest from directly above over her shoulder, it was revealed.
Currently, my right arm, or rather my right hand, is fiddling with her vagina, and my left arm was restraining her body.
However, Seira, who is having her vagina fiddled with, doesn’t seem to have the luxury of escape.
So, I temporarily released the restraint from my left arm and unhooked the bra’s front clasp.
*snap, bounce, bounce*
The next moment, the bra cups sprang apart to the left and right, and her exposed breasts swayed.
Seira’s breasts are beautiful and on the larger side, but now freed from the bra cups, they are swaying violently up and down.
Still, Seira’s breasts are a swell befitting a saintess.
Her fair skin is flushed pink with shame.
And how beautiful the pale pink areola at the peak of the swell is.
Her nipples have not yet erect, but they are fitting for a virgin.
The unexplored swell stimulates my possessiveness.
Indeed, Seira is a maiden worthy of being a party member of the ‘Princess Harem’.
“Kyaaaah~~. Don’t look at my breasts~~!”
The moment her breasts were exposed, Seira’s scream echoed through the bedroom.
Once I confirmed that the bra cups had spread apart, I once again restrained Seira’s body with my left arm and made the caressing (petting) with my right palm even more intense, or rather, I rapidly rubbed the slit.
*Gooch-goo-goo-goo-goo-goo*
“Aaaahann, Aaaaahann, aann, aann, annannann, aaaaahann, aaaaahhaaaannn”
Being intensely caressed, Seira also cries out intensely.
Seira’s large, beautiful breasts are also shaking violently, and the copious amount of love juice that has seeped through the fabric of her drawers is wetting my knees thoroughly.
“The holy saintess seems to have become quite disheveled.”
“It’s all your fault!”
When I state the truth, Seira immediately counterattacks.
She seems to be greatly disheveled, but perhaps she still has some composure.
Even so, glimpsing Seira’s genitals through her drawers, they are suspiciously wriggling from my fiddling.
At the same time, the bedroom was filled with the sweet and sour scent of love juice.
As a result, I could understand my own penis becoming erect.
It is now difficult to keep my erect penis contained within my panties.
Meanwhile, Seira, who is undergoing the intense caressing (petting) from me, is panting and gasping with ragged breaths.
I haven’t even touched her breasts or pussy yet… but for a virgin, this is a first experience.
Seira, with her high sexual sensitivity, is limp on my lap.
Due to the intense exertion, Seira’s bare skin is flushed, and she is also lightly sweating.
In other words, Seira’s bare skin is moist.
And the sweet and sour scent fills the bedroom.
Is this the scent of a saint, said to be sacred and inviolable?
What an indecent scent it is.
I didn’t expect such a sweet smell, but it’s a fitting reaction for a saintess.
I believe it’s probably because the holy aura residing in Seira is spreading with her sweat…
Then, I lift Seira, who is leaning against me and limp, and move her to the center of the bed.
Seira’s sweat-slicked breasts are beautiful, with the pale pink areolas vividly appearing through the sweat.
Her nipples have unknowingly become erect, even though I haven’t touched them.
Perhaps it was from the violent shaking.
Or maybe it’s the effect of having her vagina fiddled with, but it’s very erotic.
At the same time, I rip off the remaining bra that was caught on her shoulder, leaving her upper body uncovered.
Still, Seira’s upper body, lightly sweating, is so alluring.
Lowering my gaze, the crotch area of her pure white drawers is thoroughly wet with love juice.
And Seira’s breath-catching legs are spread carelessly apart.
Her vagina itself is hidden, but the wetness from the love juice, adhering to her bare skin, slightly reveals the contours of her crotch area.
In other words, it’s not a ‘fish print’, but a ‘pussy print’.
Rumor has it that there’s an underground organization among some nobles and wealthy merchants who collect ‘pussy prints’ and show them to each other.
Whether it’s true or not is uncertain, but based on my past experiences, it seems plausible.
I grab the wet part of the thoroughly soaked drawers and start to pull them down.
“Haa, haa… Please… haa, haa… Be… gentle…”
Then, as if resigned, Seira, with a bright red face, said, “Be gentle.”
Perhaps Seira is already like a ‘carp on a cutting board’.
Meanwhile, the drawers are lowered, revealing her vagina.
Thus, Seira’s breasts and vagina are exposed, and she is almost in her birth state.
All that remains is the rich crimson garter belt around her waist and the pale pink knee-high socks held up by the garter belt.
I could strip her completely naked, but considering Mariabel’s debauchery last night, I decided to leave these as they are.
“Seira, you look erotic and good like this.”
“Haa… haa… haa… I’m… dying… haa haa… of shame.”
By the way, Seira is still panting.
My penis is already erect, but it’s just a little longer to endure.
“Let’s make the foreplay the final finish.”
“…Haa… haa… You’re… still going!?”
“I made it wet with love juice, but I haven’t widened your pussy yet.”
“No! I can’t bear any more humiliation…! Kyaaaah~~. Stop itttttt~~!”
Seira rejects further caressing (petting), but with her limp body, she can’t escape me.
I grab Seira’s ankles and lift them, spreading her legs apart.
The entirety of Seira’s secret garden, her vagina, is revealed before my eyes.
The light golden, curly hair growing above her labia looks like it’s just starting to grow.
Or perhaps she naturally has less pubic hair.
It’s possible that Swan Hilda and the others took care of it with ‘shaving magic’, but since she didn’t have thick hair like Mariabel to begin with, it’s not unusual.
And by lifting her legs, her lewd slit and gluteal cleft are fully visible.
The area, which is a maiden’s secret valley (crevasse), is laid bare without reservation.
Still, a saintess’s genitals are quite something.
And it’s on the verge of being a forbidden place for a virgin maiden.
It is that captivating.
Seira’s labia are wet with overflowing love juice, but the slit is still closed.
On the other hand, the pea-sized clitoris, peeking out from under the clitoral hood at the top of the lewd slit, is incredibly cute.
It’s so cute that I want to *lick* it immediately.
On the other hand, on the buttock side, via the perineum, her buttocks are tightly clenched, and her anus is also tightly puckered.
I intend to now open her outer labia, expose her pussy, and loosen it with my fingertips.
“‘Strike while the iron is hot,’ as they say, but it’s also true that ‘the pussy should be dilated while it’s hot.'”
“Please… don’t do anything terrible. Don’t widen my pussy~~~~~!”
Seira, who had only been panting until a moment ago, seems to have recovered while I was thinking for a bit.
“I’m going to dilate your pussy now.”
“No! I absolutely refuse to do something so embarrassing!!”
Her tone has returned to Seira’s usual self, but since her body isn’t resisting, she doesn’t seem to have fully recovered.
I silently opened Seira’s outer labia.
*Squish*
“I-Noooooo~~!”
Thus, Seira’s scream echoed through the bedroom for the umpteenth time.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 60-11, “The Transmission of ‘Healing Magic’ Comes at the Cost of Virginity Loss ⑥” has been scheduled for release at 0:00 on September 16th.
