Ch.444Maria’s Sex Education (2)

As a woman, she indulges in fantasies, seeking pleasure for herself.

Not merely observing Anastasia in her fantasies, but becoming the Grand Duchess herself—submitting to worthless criminals and vermin, servicing communists orally and otherwise.

At this moment, she feels a tingling sensation.

She tried to resist these thoughts, blocking what flashed through her mind, attempting to satisfy herself by rubbing vigorously, but it wasn’t working well.

However, once she released her limits and imagined herself as the protagonist in the fantasy rather than just an observer, she began to feel incredibly aroused.

Clearly, with a man’s mind, she becomes conscious of her female body.

As her mind seeps into the physical form, influenced by the body, even Anastasia’s masculine consciousness gradually transforms into that of a female.

Suddenly, a thrilling sensation from her clitoris and breasts flashed through her mind.

Simultaneously, regardless of my will, my body trembled with satisfaction at my consciousness recognizing itself as female, reaching a mild climax.

“Hieut?”

“What a cute moan. To experience your first climax so intensely. Now you can continue on your own, can’t you?”

Anastasia nodded slightly.

Emanating the scent of heat from her entire body, Anastasia was already pinching her nipple with her right hand while instinctively touching her clitoris with her left.

Before, she had to satisfy herself out of obligation.

With a man’s mind dealing with physical issues. Abandoning all those complex problems. Now, having become completely female, Anastasia awakens her feminine instincts.

In her fantasy, as a female submitting to men, she realizes that submission to males is a female’s instinct, and she is dominated.

A female is a being that can only be dominated when penetrated by a male’s penis.

No matter how much a female struggles, she’s nothing but a useless being when penetrated by a male’s penis.

As the Anastasia in her fantasy fell into pleasure’s corruption, her hands continued to touch her clitoris and breasts without stopping.

“Haa. Haa. What… what’s coming?”

“You must accept it as it is.”

“As… as it is?”

“Yes. You must receive it with your entire body, feeling everything.”

“Haah. Heuik. Heueeeeut!”

It came. Starting from her core. An electrifying sensation that passes through her womb and races up her spine. Along with the intense feeling from her nipples, it brushes past her neck and pierces her mind.

“Heueeut. Haaang!”

Pushut pushuwuwut!

With the massive climax, something indescribable burst forth.

This feeling is beyond words.

Anastasia’s climax was achieved by accepting her true self—her female nature.

The sensation of her mind and soul becoming completely female. A female’s pleasure.

Above all, Anastasia, who only knew male pleasure, experienced female pleasure—the ability to feel endless climaxes with sufficient stamina.

From the perspective of her formerly male mind, this was a new world.

“Haa. Haaa.”

Maria gazed lustfully at her mistress, who had just reached climax and was now trembling violently like a freshly caught fish flapping about, becoming accustomed to female pleasure.

To think the Tsarina was such a woman!

She was indeed perfect in that way too, even achieving ejaculation during her first masturbation.

Female ejaculation is normally difficult to achieve. Yet she managed it.

Indeed, Mother Tsarina was extremely capable in every aspect.

Whoever marries her, man or woman, must have saved a country in their previous life.

But this wasn’t the end. What if she stimulated more of a woman’s pleasure points in this situation?

A woman’s pleasure isn’t limited to the clitoris.

Inside a woman’s vagina is a spot that’s perfectly positioned for a man’s organ to rub against during penetration.

“To reach such heights on your first climax is impressive. Hohoho. May I take a small liberty?”

“No, wait. You shouldn’t. I just came.”

She felt that if something were done now, it would become something tremendously, extremely, incredibly intense.

Nevertheless, Maria had no intention of sparing her mistress.

After all, with a body that responds so well, it’s better to go all the way than to stop halfway.

“This is where it gets really good.”

“Gets really good? What do you mean?”

Could there possibly be something else? Feeling slightly nervous yet excited, Anastasia wanted to refuse.

If she allowed it now, she felt she might truly become a complete female.

“You slightly curl your fingers like this. And then do it this way.”

Anastasia was, after all, a person from the 21st century.

Despite lacking experience as a woman, she had lived in South Korea where adults could access adult content.

Of course, South Korea was an absurd country where adults couldn’t legally view adult content, but nevertheless, she had experienced it.

She understood that Maria was attempting to touch the opening of a woman who had just reached climax.

In the end, desperately trying to stop it was her best option, but…

“Wa-wait. Just a moment!”

Inevitably. Completely inevitably.

“You’re so wet now, you could easily accept any male organ. Shall we try with one or two fingers?”

Squelch

Maria’s fingers invaded the vagina of the All-Russian Saint and Roman Emperor.

Softly, Anastasia’s vaginal folds, so wet they seemed ready to accept anything, didn’t avoid the entering fingers but rather began to devour them.

As if enjoying the invading object.

Her body, having already climaxed, reached another peak.

‘This is insane. What is this?’

This sensation was different from what she had experienced as a man.

Unlike male pleasure, where one ejaculation leads to a refractory period, this was different.

Do you know the sensation of reaching climax again right after having just climaxed?

For Anastasia, who only knew male pleasure, female orgasm was something extremely dangerous.

A sensation beyond words.

A small tremor that begins deep within a woman. Pleasure that only females can experience.

Even though this was just relieving pent-up sexual frustration that had accumulated over time, the stimulation was quite intense.

“Wa-wait. Just a moment.”

Though she verbally refused, she didn’t push away Maria’s fingers.

At this point, Anastasia was surprised at herself.

She had never understood women who verbally refused while accepting things as they were, but now she did.

Pretending to be vulnerable while accepting it. Telling herself this was something the other person started and she was merely enduring it, actively denying her own lewdness.

In reality, she was receiving service in that area from someone who was essentially her maid, who assisted with her duties and took care of her daily needs.

‘Wait, doesn’t she have a husband? Isn’t this cheating? Or does it not matter?’

Well, how promiscuous was European sexual culture during this period?

Even the Queen of Romania was a deranged woman who openly paraded around with children born from her affairs.

Squelch squelch squelch squelch

Like rain during a drought, like eating after days of starvation, her vaginal folds accepted Maria’s fingers all too easily.

Anastasia, at first pretending to refuse but then accepting, anticipated where the fingertips entering her would go, which part of her womanhood they would pleasure.

The fingers diligently searched for their prey, carefully scraping along Anastasia’s vaginal wall.

Then Maria’s fingers touched something bumpy.

She knew exactly what this was.

An organ inside a woman that provides even more pleasure.

Anastasia, feeling it, knew what it was.

‘G-spot’

Some women have a G-spot while others reportedly don’t. Anastasia’s spot was particularly sensitive.

That bumpy part. Every time it was stimulated, her buttocks trembled.

Starting from her buttocks and making her waist quiver.

She enjoyed the sensation of Maria’s curved fingers explicitly stimulating that spot.

With her body already sensitized, having her G-spot touched as well was predictably overwhelming.

“Ungh.”

It touched a pleasurable spot.

That pleasurable spot was being rubbed vigorously.

Simultaneously, Maria’s other fingers rubbed Anastasia’s clitoris.

The clitoris, which had been thoroughly engorged and had reached climax from Anastasia’s own rubbing earlier, was now magnificently erect with its hood pulled back, receiving stimulation from another woman’s fingers.

A completely new world. Having both G-spot and clitoris targeted simultaneously was incomparable to the male body, which simply ejaculates after some stimulation and is done.

‘This is insane.’

She had thought a woman’s body was inconvenient—breasts that bounce, having to sit to urinate, needing to get pregnant. Well, small breasts weren’t an issue anyway, but still. Honestly, if a body could feel this much pleasure, being a woman was a hundred, no, a thousand times better than being a man.

Squelch squelch squelch squelch

The sound of flesh being probed and water overflowing could be heard as sacred fluid dripped from Anastasia’s genitals.

The Tsarina’s vagina, so messily dripping honey, might have been irresistible if Maria herself had been a man.

With each drop of honey, the scent of a female in heat or displaying coquetry spread richly.

Squelch squelch squelch squelch!

Maria, increasingly enjoying herself, tormented Anastasia’s opening and clitoris vigorously.

How much time had passed? With each rub, Anastasia’s mind went blank every few seconds.

Not that she couldn’t perceive or feel anything, but rather her mind became foolish and white from feeling too much pleasure.

Was this right? Was it okay to feel this way?

It was dangerous. Something massive was approaching like a tidal wave, becoming a tsunami.

An enormous pleasure became a massive wave that couldn’t be expressed in any language existing in the world.

This was truly dangerous.

Something massive erupted in an instant.

The tingling in her womb reached its peak and began to itch. Finally.

Her vision turned completely white as she reached a massive climax.

As if something huge was bursting from her lower abdomen.

Releasing her strength to accept this pleasure, she felt a bursting sensation in her lower abdomen as everything inside poured out.

Pushuwuwuwut!

A stream of liquid spurted out, drawing a parabola in the air.

Anastasia’s sacred fluid splashed onto Maria’s body.

Not just once, but multiple times. From between her legs, which were already spread wide as if begging to be penetrated, thick white fluid flowed from her recently probed opening, and water spurted from her urethra.

“Haa. Haeu. Heueu. This. This is too muuuch.”

Maria, wet with Mother Tsarina’s sacred fluid, withdrew her fingers from Mother Tsarina’s precious opening.

White fluid was flowing out of her hole as if someone had actually ejaculated inside Mother Tsar, looking almost like male semen.

The sticky fluid also created threads between Maria’s fingers.

Maria licked it seductively.

‘Indeed, Mother Tsar is all I need.’

Her husband was merely for breeding purposes.

For Maria, only Mother Tsar mattered.

The sight of Mother Tsar fallen into pleasure and corruption was more radiant than anyone or anything else.

In a frog-like position on the sofa, wet with bodily fluids flowing from her genitals, Mother Tsar exhaled rough breaths while feeling the afterglow of climax.

A fatigue she hadn’t felt even in war accompanied the pleasure as her consciousness gradually faded.

“To be able to satisfy Mother Tsar, there is no greater filial duty. Just for today, I’ll let you enjoy yourself.”

Glancing at Mother Tsar’s opening, it was pulsating significantly.

It looked like it would drip fluid at any moment. The sight of it pulsating in excitement, with steam rising, was incomparably lewd.

On the verge of fainting from overflowing pleasure, she heard something like those words, but it didn’t matter.

Maria’s fingers were already targeting Anastasia’s opening again.

At this moment, she only wanted to enjoy this pleasure.

Hours later, when Anastasia regained consciousness, she was horrified to see the state of her office.

The sofa was completely soaked.

And it was emitting a peculiar scent—the Tsar’s scent, a woman’s scent.

Should she replace the sofa cover? Or just let it dry? Either way, it was problematic.

“Is all this fluid what I released?”

To think she had done something that only happens in adult comics. Anastasia, having regained her senses, wanted to die.

That a body that had once been male would reach such climaxes and release so much fluid.

Weren’t women who could actually do this supposed to be rare?

Honestly, she felt somewhat embarrassed of herself.

“Indeed, Mother Tsar is excellent in this aspect as well. Whoever marries you will be extremely fortunate.”

To say her future husband would be fortunate—how unfair.

“No, I absolutely cannot marry.”

After experiencing this, she was certain.

She had a social position and reputation to maintain. The Roman Emperor, whose status had risen considerably, spreading her legs and creating a fountain-like display in front of her husband would be embarrassing no matter how understanding he might be.

In truth, it wouldn’t be much different with a woman either. But doing this in front of a man would be even more embarrassing.