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    The person who was startled by the sudden presentation of a lower body was, naturally, Francesca.

    Who wouldn’t be surprised when a man thrust his lower body toward their face?

    “……”

    Francesca examined my lower body and face alternately with slightly unfocused eyes. Noticing her hesitant attitude, I asked as if inquiring about a problem.

    “What’s wrong?”

    “…Ah, nothing.”

    Nothing what? Stumbling over her words, Francesca hastily tried to take back what she had just said.

    “I can do it, but this is a bit…”

    “Is there another way?”

    Francesca’s lips closed.

    Her confident and composed demeanor had vanished somewhere, and she looked at me while nibbling her lip.

    “…Hmm.”

    Staring up blankly, Francesca suddenly seemed to recall something and opened her mouth.

    “Sir Knight. Would you like to sit down for a moment?”

    I sat down on the shower stall floor just like her. I wasn’t sure what she intended to do, but I followed her instructions.

    The shower stall was awkwardly sized for two people to sit in, so I moved my body to press my back against the wall.

    A cool sensation raced down my spine. While feeling this unfamiliar cold touch, Francesca, who had been staring blankly, made a suggestion.

    “You like breasts, don’t you?”

    “So what?”

    “I have a good idea. Would you like to hear it?”

    Episode 13 – There Is No Country for Wizards

    Francesca’s proposal was an offer I couldn’t refuse.

    When I gladly accepted her suggestion, she immediately took action.

    “Stay seated.”

    She grabbed her hair and swept it to one side. The soft, silk-like sensation tickled my knees briefly. Soon after, an unfamiliar sight unfolded before my eyes.

    Luscious breasts swaying from side to side, pointing downward like gravity-pulled apples. Hips swaying in rhythm with her waist movements.

    Francesca crawled over on all fours and knelt between my thighs.

    After this erotic sight came the heavy weight settling on my lower body. And then the soft sensation of breasts enveloping me.

    “……”

    Positioned between my thighs, Francesca wrapped my member with her voluptuous breasts. The thrilling sensation from my swollen lower body was enough to draw involuntary admiration.

    With my back against the shower stall wall, I enjoyed the exotic sexual encounter Francesca had proposed.

    “Oh….”

    A gasp escaped me as she began moving her breasts. It was truly pure admiration.

    While religious groups in this region maintain conservative views on sex, they’re certainly more open-minded compared to Earth’s religions that consider masturbation sinful.

    With people dying every day, they encourage fertility to replenish the population, and since religion doesn’t interfere in what couples do in private, people here naturally don’t apply strict standards regarding sex.

    But Francesca is nobility.

    No matter how much religious and social figures respect sexual relationships as a private matter, with the class system in place, a certain level of decorum was expected.

    That’s why noble-born high officials who enjoyed unusual sexual practices were occasionally treated as “people with peculiar sexual tastes” and became subjects of gossip.

    And Francesca is undeniably a member of a noble family.

    “Where did you learn about this?”

    “……”

    When I asked out of pure curiosity, Francesca’s gaze shifted elsewhere. Perhaps my question sounded improper to her, as she responded with silence.

    Watching Francesca avoid answering, I smiled slightly. And I didn’t inquire further about her private life.

    *

    Whatever the reason, I thoroughly enjoyed the play Francesca had suggested. Not only the sight of her gripping her breasts and diligently stroking my member, but also the scenery before my eyes and the entire situation were satisfying.

    However, while the idea was interesting, the sexual satisfaction from the breast play didn’t hold much weight.

    Looking at Francesca, who was silently moving her breasts with her gaze lowered, I sought greater satisfaction.

    When I reached out and grabbed her nipple, Francesca’s eyes turned to me. In response to her gaze that seemed to protest what I was doing, I shrugged and spoke.

    “I’ve already compromised, can’t you do this much?”

    “……”

    With that brief statement, Francesca’s gaze lowered again. She seemed to reluctantly agree, unable to find words to respond.

    Francesca began moving her breasts with her head bowed, and I grabbed the tips of her swaying breasts and moved my hands vigorously.

    “Haa… Haa…”

    “……”

    “Hnngh!”

    Francesca let out a moan, forgetting to move her breasts as I pinched her nipples.

    Though she tried to suppress it by biting her finger, she couldn’t stop the sounds escaping through her teeth.

    Instead of releasing her nipples, I grabbed her breasts and began kneading them. When I pulled her breasts with slight force, Francesca straightened her knees and was slowly drawn toward me.

    Eventually, when one hand that had been teasing her breasts wrapped around her waist, she was half-overlapping with my body.

    Looking up at Francesca with dreamy eyes, I suggested:

    “Would you like to kiss?”

    Breathing heavily, Francesca finally managed to answer.

    “…If you wish.”

    Without showing any hesitation, Francesca offered her lips. I placed my lips on hers, and while massaging her breast with one hand, our tongues intertwined.

    “Mmm…”

    “Nngh…”

    Lewd sounds echoed inside the shower stall.

    My fingers dug into Francesca’s breasts, and her soft tongue touched the inside of my mouth. Hot breath tickled the bridge of my nose, and soft skin pressed against my body.

    Now straddling my thighs, she was kissing me fiercely, like waves crashing against a coastal cliff and shattering into pieces.

    I caressed her breasts and pulled my lips away from Francesca.

    “Shall we do it here?”

    “If that’s what you want.”

    Francesca suggested having sex in the shower stall. She was saying she would accommodate if I said I wanted to do it right here, right now.

    However.

    “No.”

    I declined her offer.

    “It would be nice to try it here, but I don’t think we can properly enjoy it.”

    “Then to the bedroom…?”

    I shook my head.

    “Before that, there’s something I want to try.”

    This time, Francesca shook her head.

    “…Not with the mouth.”

    “That’s not it.”

    “Then what?”

    “Let’s stand up first.”

    I stood up from the floor. I grabbed Francesca’s hand as she silently reached out as if asking to be pulled up, and after helping her stand, I gently pushed her against the glass window.

    Francesca moaned briefly at the cold temperature of the glass. I pressed her thighs together with her hands, then positioned myself between them.

    “What are you…”

    “Stay still.”

    I pushed against her with my whole body. As I applied my weight, Francesca’s body moved without any resistance.

    With her back against the glass window, she pressed her entire body against mine. I placed my member between her soft, tightly pressed thighs and moved my hips.

    “Haa…”

    Francesca, with her head leaning back against the glass, let out a moan. Trapped by my arms with nowhere to escape, she pressed her trembling thighs together.

    Francesca’s body, toned through exercise, certainly provided pleasure no matter which part I touched.

    But since breasts were still the best part, I grabbed her swaying breasts and kissed them.

    “Nngh!”

    Slender fingers grabbed the back of my head.

    Her moans grew more intense as I sucked on her nipples.

    I moved my hips with my member between her thighs while licking her breasts with my tongue. Whenever I did this, Francesca would pull my head strongly.

    Even while roughly lifting and sucking on her grabbed breasts, I had no intention of stopping my moving hips. Nor did I want to.

    “Haa… Haah!”

    Thump. Thump. Her body hit the glass window, and flesh met flesh repeatedly, creating lewd sounds.

    With the sounds of sucking skin and moisture-filled moans added, the inside of the shower stall became so noisy that even the splashing sounds of moving feet could not be heard.

    Finally, when I reached my limit and embraced her body strongly.

    Thick bodily fluid hit the glass window, creating a peculiar sound unlike anything I’d heard before.

    “Haa, haa…”

    “……”

    Hearing the rough breathing in my ear, I turned my head to look at Francesca in my arms. Just then, she also turned her gaze to look at me.

    Without either of us initiating, we pressed our lips together again.

    *

    As the hot steam gradually dispersed beyond the vapor, and our heated bodies regained some stability, we cleaned up the messy shower stall and finished showering.

    Francesca, who came out first, sat on the bed in the room and exhaled her labored breath.

    “…Haa. This is tiring too.”

    After showering, Francesca looked no different than usual. Her soaked hair was now fluffy and dry, and she seemed to have regained some energy.

    I approached Francesca while closing the bathroom door.

    “Where is the largest bedroom in the villa?”

    The room where Francesca had showered was decent enough. The maintenance condition and furniture were all satisfactory.

    However, the bed seemed a bit small for two adults to lie on. Perhaps aware of this, Francesca got up from the bed and said:

    “The room you’re using is the largest. The bed is the biggest too.”

    “Then let’s go there.”

    I left the room with Francesca.

    While I wanted to lie down on the bed quickly, walking around the villa while embracing Francesca made it difficult to take steps easily.

    It felt a bit regretful to enter the bedroom just like this.

    So when we reached the first floor via the stairs, I led Francesca to the spacious living room.

    “What are you doing?”

    “We need to finish what we started. We stopped in the middle, didn’t we?”

    As I sat on the sofa, Francesca said:

    “We’ll have to shower again.”

    “So what?”

    In response to my confident attitude, Francesca made a disgusted expression.

    Arranging her hair to one side, she knelt between my legs. Then, placing her breasts on my thighs, she spoke:

    “If this is what you want, I’ll gladly do it. But don’t you like breasts a bit too much?”

    I answered as if to say, what can I do?

    “All men are like that.”

    “You have quite firm preferences.”

    Kneeling, Francesca tucked her hair behind her ear.

    A moment later, her hands holding her breasts began to move up and down.


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