Chapter 792: Sword Girls 5 【Neia – Beatrice】
The act of pulling down panties is special. Most of my female slaves would likely strip completely without hesitation if I demanded it. Especially in private. Yet even so, I deliberately want to remove their panties with my own hands. It’s the last bastion guarding against sexual intercourse, a shameful part that should never be freely touched by a man. Being able to do this freely gives me the tangible sense that I’ve gained absolute permission from the girl. Sex tends to drown everything out in a flood of intense vaginal pleasure and moans, but the exquisite beauties and young girls who adore me possess a wealth of other charms. Approaching their breasts is one thing, but carefully caressing their buttocks reveals their individuality, their stance, and the depth of their experience as female slaves. This gives me a different kind of feeling than just diving in and thrusting wildly in an orgy; it makes me appreciate their charm anew. ……But I won’t say that with a straight face, because Corti would probably call me an idiot.
“It, It feels kind of……lewd, your hands……like I’m getting a massage or something”
“Nah, it’s just being able to handle Neia’s ass so openly and freely like this……it makes me feel all kinds of things”
I firmly grasp both buttocks with my hands, rotating them outward to savor the sensation thoroughly. The anus and labia hidden within the fleshy mounds are thrust right before my eyes, yet Neia, though letting out a flustered sound, makes no attempt to escape. When I press only my thumb to make the flesh quiver with a soft squelch, she emits a slightly nasal moan but continues her insatiable gestures.
“……Um, aren’t you……going to do more?”
“Neia’s body is mine, so leave the enjoyment to me”
“……Fine”
Perhaps she expected me to ram my cock into her right away, just like I did to Shario moments ago……that would be fine too. Yes, I’m currently satisfying my joy of possessing a woman’s body. Even with lovers or wives, openly displaying this might make them recoil in disgust……yet it’s a selfish male desire I can unleash only upon those who accept me as a certain kind of pervert and still choose to submit. That’s the essence of my strange fetishism, I self-analyze: while I generally don’t care about clothing, I’m fixated solely on removing panties. I want to feel pleasure, but I want to cherish her even more. I want to savor the essence of being a girl. That’s the spirit behind it, I believe.
“A female slave who lets a man expose what’s inside her panties for his pleasure……it’s that expression in that moment, you know? The contrast, I guess. Yeah. For me, it’s pure sparkle”
“……If you’re staring at her butt, how can you see her expression?”
“No, it’s the expression of her whole body, or the atmosphere, I guess. I’m not asking you to understand, but for me, it’s the most captivating moment”
Neia still seemed unconvinced, but the emotional expression radiating from her entire body was, of course, deeply satisfying. Neia was currently leaning forward quite aggressively, but unlike Tetes, her fundamental sexual desire itself wasn’t particularly strong. It felt closer to her being serious and diligent about her new 「Job」 as a female slave. This part was a bit complicated, but there was no helping it. She managed to shed the cursed shackles of being the 「Hero」, but that didn’t mean she was highly motivated toward a 「Free way of life」. To maintain her calm, earnest personality, she probably needed a job to throw herself into for now. Of course, it’s not that her affection for me is shallow; if anything, it’s precisely because her love is deep that she didn’t hesitate to choose the path of a female slave. But what strikes me while pulling down her panties is this: she shows zero hesitation about getting into this position, yet her energy level isn’t exactly sky-high. She knows she’s about to be violated, even desires it, yet she never loses her mind driven by lust. Once it starts, she obviously enjoys the pleasure and doesn’t hold back her desire for more, but there’s this odd flatness to her actions. I think this aspect stems from Neia’s 「Serious dedication to her role」. Setting aside whether that’s good or bad, the 「Expression」 on Neia’s face when her panties are being removed has a peculiarity unique to her. She’s certainly not reluctant; she’s devoted. Her anticipation for the sex to follow is strong. Yet, there’s a part of her that seems to remember, in that moment of being undressed, that she still possesses ample shame. She probably thinks feeling ashamed is unwise. Yet, the shame she suppresses with the awareness and self-control that 「I am a female slave now」 surfaces with a start at the moment her panties are stripped away, exposing everything of her womanhood. A fleeting expression crosses her face, momentarily unable to process the feeling. You might ask how I can tell just by looking at her butt, but that’s how it appears to me. That’s what makes it so rich. And after that brief surge, it fades away as if she’s catching her breath. She completes her transformation into the spirit of a 「Female slave」 who has surrendered everything to me, just like the dragons. She probably doesn’t think about it that deeply. It’s more like she occasionally gets startled at odd moments. So, I don’t plan to point out Neia’s reaction or suggest any improvements. I just find that feeling of her emotions being completely visible adorable.
“Newbies have their charm, veterans have theirs. When it comes to panty-stripping”
I say this with a knowing smirk, teasing Neia’s butt with my palm until it wiggles, then beckon Beatrice.
“……Yes”
Beatrice lines up beside Neia, offering her panty-clad buttocks in a voice that sounds like she’s submitting something.Beatrice has a stronger sexual drive than Neia. Her greed for pleasure and honesty rival Tetes’. However, you can tell she lacks confidence in her own style. That’s the sticking point; she seems to inwardly wish this weird body appreciation would end quickly so they could get straight to the main event. This isn’t so much from her butt or body language quirks, but rather an inference from her usual demeanor. I wish Beatrice would understand that too. I’m a man who can equally love not just voluptuous women or premium loli figures, but also ordinary, slimmer breasts and butts. ……Well, I can’t deny I was a big-breast supremacist before I started embracing Jeanne and Anzeros? But it’s all good. There’s not a single naked body among my female slaves that doesn’t stir my lust. The sacred spring that polishes every naked body to perfection helps, but they’re all good material, all beautiful. And so, with Beatrice, it’s not about her having any particular issue with my fetish for taking off her panties. It seems she’s anxious that even after I take them off, she might disappoint me with a body that’s a letdown. That’s why she doesn’t hesitate to expose herself at the stage of being undressed; instead, she acts like she wants it over quickly. Like Neia, there’s a shift in her aura the moment she’s undressed, but Beatrice’s carries something more—a hint of inferiority, perhaps, or despair. ……Well, it’s understandable she’d feel compared, standing next to Neia—who’s nearly the same height but has such impressive breasts—while I’m pulling down her panties. And honestly, her pitiful jealousy is secretly rather enjoyable. Like with Neia, I don’t intend to point out everything, nor is there a need to standardize her reactions. Someday, Beatrice will understand that such comparisons hold no real meaning. But there’s no need to rush her along, diminishing her responses or making them bland. For now, I revel in the happiness of comparing and caressing these two youthful, firm buttocks.
“……Seriously, what’s so fun about this……why don’t you just use your cock already……”
“No need to rush, Beatrice. They say a man’s libido doesn’t usually last long enough for multiple rounds anyway……”
“It’s not like my libido’s calmed down or anything. I’m just savoring the fact that right now, I’m in a position where I can play with these two heroes’ asses however I like”
“We’re not heroes anymore”
“……Being a female slave is our main job now……♪”
Simultaneously, fingers trailed from their assholes to their perineums, then caught each clitoris between middle and ring fingers from beneath their crotches.
“Hiuu……♪”
“Ah……th, there……♪”
Though their sensitivity differed slightly, the clitoris was undeniably both their weak spot. Teasing it made their bodies react wildly, arching and tilting. Neia was reaching her limit faster. Well, she’d been teased first, and she had more experience to begin with. I’d make Beatrice endure the finger stimulation a bit longer while I came inside Neia’s vagina.
“……Alright, then it’s time for the real deal……Neia. Get yourself pregnant with my cock”
“……Y, Yes……♪”
Standing up while playing with Beatrice’s labia, I rubbed my cock against Neia’s thigh to signal my intent. Neia nodded, her eyes drunk with the pleasure and anticipation of servitude. The core of her role as a female slave, the very essence of her purpose. In other words, pregnancy. She had become someone who could accept it, who was allowed to accept it, according to their mutual desires……overflowing with renewed joy from her womb, Neia lowered her hips to receive the cock, thrusting herself forward. Instinct and reason, emotion and duty. All converging, all reaching the same destination—the joy of arrival. Her instinct screamed to drown in the pleasure of sex, her reason urged her to bear his child, her emotions overflowed with 「I love you」, and the conviction that this was her duty as a female slave drove Neia forward. To the clumsy former hero who couldn’t be honest with his desires unless granted complete permission, I responded with unyielding rigidity.
“Nu……hu, nnnnnnn……♪”
My cock sinks deeper into her soft flesh. Swallowed up. Devoured. The deeper I thrust into her depths, the more her female instincts, her passion, seep through the mucous membrane. I shiver, my fingers trembling, while Beatrice, gripped in a way that lifts her hips from behind, moans like a scream.
“……Don’t push back anymore! I thought about it, but that last one was totally unfair!”
“…………”
“…………”
“Why do you look so dissatisfied……”
“……This one keeps asserting herself, so I might get skipped in line”
“Yeah. I think so too”
Leda finally managed to enter the room, but she was met with stern stares from Maia and Emma. It’s okay. I’ll make sure those two, and Leyla and Corti, get their turn too. Just let her into the cabin.