Episode 162. Experience (3)

“Euaaaaaah!”

I broke through the enemy. At that moment, a human roar echoed like thunder. As a signal, I pulled the sword from my throat. Barbarians rushed at me, either to capture me, or to protect themselves, or to gain merit and become the next warrior. Some, judging they had no chance of winning, retreated, creating a chaotic scene.

Behind me, the gates opened, and the troops that had been waiting, led by my squire Johnson and including the cavalry, charged out to support me and seize the advantage. And then,

Tung-

Swish- With the sound of cutting through the wind, supporting fire rained down. Arrows shot far towards the barbarians passed over the heads of our troops, who had only just started their advance. And… they poured down on the bastards rushing towards me. Sibal, no wonder I was told so insistently to bring a shield.

Tung- Tung-

I raised the shield behind me to cover the neck area, where there were gaps in the armor. Even if the chainmail protected the rest, there was nothing more unfair than being hit by a stray arrow fired by our own side. Some people were unharmed even in a rain of arrows thanks to the power of prayer, but I guess I’m not that devout.

Still, I’m definitely more devout than the barbarians. Seeing the dense rain of arrows hitting the wooden shield I raised above my head, our archers didn’t seem so bad after all. They always said they only shot crossbows, but when did they practice? All the arrows were blocked by the shield and didn’t cause much damage, but this barrage, fired from the very edge of effective range, wasn’t meant to kill in the first place.

“Protect Lord Edward!”

“Eua!”

Buried in the sound of the arrow rain, but definitely felt as a vibration, the heavy charge of warhorses swept through the barbarian bastards. The cavalry trampled those who hadn’t properly formed ranks because of the arrow fire, despite having prepared spears.

“Just die!”

Ppagaak-

No matter how well-trained a warrior is, there’s no way they can withstand a horse more than five times their weight charging at full speed. The bastards who couldn’t even aim their spears properly were crushed under the hooves, their fierce eyes rendered useless.

“Knight-nim, get on!”

“Thanks!”

Johnson, who had been pulling back, brought another horse. Saekki, he’s finally becoming useful. I jumped up and sat in the saddle. Although I couldn’t bring a lance for charging, a long, heavy, and sturdy sword is enough to fight with.

“I’m back, Nuna.”

“Edward!”

I hugged Nuna after a long time. As soon as I returned, I reported and greeted Monica, and then met Vera Nuna and gave her a big hug. I hadn’t even showered yet, but Nuna didn’t care at all and hugged me back. No, she seemed to like it even more.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“Eii, I’m fine.”

The last time I showed her a few scratches, she almost made a fuss. I didn’t tell her about a few minor scrapes. Well, they weren’t a big deal. There was no need to worry her by mentioning wounds that would heal soon. I myself was fighting in a way that minimized injuries.

Although we were only nominally a couple, she had lost her former husband, so she seemed even more sensitive to losing loved ones. But this is my job… Vera Nuna’s face showed that she wanted to ask if I had to go fight, but she knew that I was a knight and that this was my duty, so she couldn’t bring herself to say it. I hugged Nuna, who was taller than Winnie or Monica but still fragile and soft, and couldn’t help but kiss her.

“Hey, I told you no sexy stuff… Uup, uung…. Paha….”

Kissing isn’t sexy… Vera Nuna said, clinging to my neck. Her smooth waist, showing no signs of pregnancy yet, touched my stomach. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long, but Vera Nuna’s face turned hot with just this much skinship, and I kissed her again because she was so cute.

“Chup, eung! Heup, haa….”

When I naturally inserted my tongue, she pretended to push it back with her tongue, but then gave up and let her strength drain away, accepting my tongue. After that, she became even more active, licking and sucking my tongue with all her might, as if she was going to clean it. After exchanging saliva so much that we couldn’t tell whose spit was whose, we slowly parted our lips, swallowing it down.

“Really, no. You’re a bad man.”

“What’s bad about it?”

“I’m not supposed to do sexy stuff, but you keep tempting me to do it….”

Hearing that, my penis, which had been half-erect from fatigue, fully stood up. Nuna, with her face flushed red and looking at me with a longing expression, said that so beautifully. How could I resist? Nuna must have felt the sensation of it touching her stomach, because her face flushed as she said,

“Really, really no. I’m not even doing it myself….”

“Why aren’t you doing it yourself?”

“I heard that if you feel intense orgasms soon after getting pregnant, there’s a risk of the baby falling out.”

…Winnie seemed to go just from sucking my penis. Did she not feel it intensely? Anyway, I was a bit hesitant at the thought that it could cause problems for the baby, but I still felt a lingering regret.

“…Since intense stuff isn’t allowed, wouldn’t it be okay if we did it gently?”

“Aii, how can I control that? Gently, even just doing this is… ❤.”

Aeu, really. It makes me even angrier that I have to hold back when she’s so seductive. But wait a minute.

“Nuna.”

“Yeah?”

“Does that mean you used to do it yourself before you got pregnant?”

“…Wh, what?”

No, that’s what it sounds like. Saying that you’re refraining from masturbation because you’re pregnant means that you would have been masturbating if you weren’t pregnant. But Vera Nuna seemed ashamed of that fact and refused to admit it.

“Wh, what are you talking about! To someone as chaste and devout as me!”

“Does the church allow you to have your son-in-law’s baby?”

“…They’ll understand that much. Anyway!”

When I kept teasing Nuna, she hit me a few times and pushed me away. Heum, heum, Nuna cleared her throat and quickly regained her composure, saying to me,

“First, go wash up. If you go wash up… Daria will assist you.”

“…Okay.”

I went straight to the bathhouse. Soon after, Daria followed, and this time, without any annoying cleaning or anything, we went straight to sex. Of course, Daria diligently brought the supplies, just in case we needed an excuse.

“Heum, your penis needs cleaning too.”

“I will prepare immediately.”

Now, without any expression or anything, Daria’s face flushed as she looked at my penis, and she immediately pounced on it. The last time I asked her, she said it was because the bath was hot. Geez, what an excuse. Since she had to apply oil, she didn’t even go into the bath, but sat on the edge and received the service.

Chureup, chureup.

A look that said, “Praise me quickly,” a look that said, “Put it in quickly.” Watching that look, I slowly ejaculated. From the penis that had been wedged between her breasts, semen that had been building up for over a week while I was out in battle was squeezed out. Daria didn’t lose her posture even while receiving it on her face. As soon as the ejaculation that covered her chest in white ended, Daria immediately turned around and stuck out her ass.

“I would be grateful if you could put what’s left in this hole.”

From among the cleaning supplies basket, where the supplies needed for sex were hidden here and there, she took out scented oil disguised as detergent. She stuck the spout of the bottle into her gaping asshole and squeezed, “Jjiik-” Daria tensed up at the sensation of the cold liquid flowing backwards in the opposite direction. Looking at the ass hole that now skillfully swallowed my penis… I felt strangely mischievous.

“Heut, sh, there might not be enough time….”

“I know.”

Daria urged me on, shaking her ass. I grabbed those two fleshy cheeks tightly and spread them wide to the left and right. Her ass hole, repeating relaxation and contraction in anticipation of insertion, and below it, the symbol of womanhood that she no longer expected, was visible. That tightly closed hole, drawn long vertically, that had never been used, bothered me.

Come to think of it, isn’t sex supposed to be done there in the first place? As a superior, I also need to correct the wrong habits of my subordinates. I need to teach Daria, who has strange perverted desires, how to feel with normal sex – with that thought, I slipped my penis once and inserted it into the lower part.

“Th, that’s not the hole…!”

“Don’t worry.”

Daria was flustered by the unfamiliar sensation. Unlike the vagina, which reacted violently to the unexpected gift and welcomed my penis, the hole that had been deprived of its share trembled as if it was venting its frustration. To soothe that pitiful place, I inserted the pillar that Daria always carried around.

Puk-

“Euhiit❤”