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Frederick lightly mixed his tongue, filling my mouth again with her taste and scent, then slowly licked down my body, removing the leather pants.

The snug leather pants clung to Frederick’s fingertips, slowly flowing down. Smoothly sliding over the pale thighs.

With a puff, the thick lemon-scented vapor that had been trapped inside spread out like a breath, covering Frederick’s face.

“Ah….”

A rich, heady fragrance. Frederick trembled as if intoxicated by it, shivering delicately. Sweet saliva dripped through slightly parted lips.

Each time her saliva dripped onto my abdomen, I lightly moaned, feeling a warmth as if hot wax had touched my stomach.

“…I’ll take them off.”

She was already taking them off, so why say that?

My pants had already slipped past my hips, down to the middle of my thighs, revealing the underwear hidden inside.

Rustle.

Between the underwear and the pants, something sticky and viscous stretched like dew on a spider’s web.

The ordinary, featureless white underwear, and the inside of the half-removed leather pants were soaked in a deep color by something.

Sweat running, and something other than sweat… well, you know, that…

“To be soaked like this… It’s very lewd.”

…with my own secretions.

Unable to refute Frederick’s laughter-mingled whisper, I turned my face red and averted her gaze.

This shouldn’t be happening, really shouldn’t be happening… but there was no way to refuse. Not now.

◆◆

In the heated rush of my mind, my almost vanished reason whispered. If Frederick were to reveal that the confession was false and leave, could you handle everything that comes next on your own? Could you overcome it?

…It’s impossible. If that were possible, there would never have been heroes and holy swords in the first place.

It was something I couldn’t do alone.

There are limits to what one can do alone, and there are always limits to a person’s strength.

Therefore, I needed a prelude. A comrade to be with me. A hero who would hold my hand and support me when I faced my limits and tried to collapse.

I needed a prelude. I had to be bound by necessity. Therefore, I had to accept it. Her love, her desires.

Even if that method is a twisted deception that deceives not only her and my heart but also the original owner of this flesh, Brunhilde’s heart.

My reason said so and urged me to surrender my body to the prelude without resistance.

A bit—no, a very selfish idea. A selfish act… But I couldn’t survive without it. In this world, with this body.

“Ugh….”

The whisper wasn’t just from my reason. Growing instincts were also speaking to me.

If you don’t really hate it from the start, why resist when just a touch on the nipple makes you go limp? Why refuse such a delightful thing? Accept and enjoy it.

That way, it constantly tempted me. With pleasures I had never experienced, pleasures I had never even thought of experiencing.

…I couldn’t refuse.

The whispers of reason, the temptations of instinct, and Prelude’s breath gently brushing against my navel, licking down my lower abdomen, where saliva pooled.

All of it was breaking me down, eroding my strength and will to resist like scattering smoke.

“Hah…!”

My heated breath spread through my open lips.

Thud.

The completely removed pants fell to the floor with a wet towel-like sound.

I didn’t feel cold. Rather, I felt hot. All over.

“Haa…, haaa….”

Breathing getting faster. The chest, marked with a dim trace, glistened with saliva and swayed softly.

It felt like even my mind was boiling with emotions that were hard to define.

Is this anticipation? Lust?

Or something else?

I don’t know. I really don’t know. Even though it’s clearly my emotion.

“Brunhilde… Can I… can I do this…?”

“Hilde, call me… Hilde…”

I wonder why I said that. Without even knowing the reason, without even thinking about it,

“Hilde…”

Frida gently spread my thighs apart, without resistance, I opened my legs.

With a squelch.

The sound of flesh touching moistly echoed in my ears.

◆◆

Legs spread weakly. Between the pale thighs, the white fabric wrapped around the middle was half-transparent, soaked as if submerged in water.

I couldn’t see it lying down, but my underwear reflected in Frida’s eyes was completely soaked, revealing everything inside.

Pale lemon-colored hair. Skin glistening with moisture.

From tightly closed crevices untouched before, to the trembling droplets flowing between cracked gaps, even the reddened flesh oozing love juice.

“Hilde’s… is beautiful,” Frida murmured with admiration, smiling.

“Uh….”

I avoided eye contact and bit my lip slightly.

…It was somewhat embarrassing.

My blatant appearance, the sighs revealing my dissolution in pleasure, and the eager arousal seeking greater stimulation, all of it.

Emotions ultimately cannot escape the influence of the flesh, or so they say.

Brunhilde’s body gradually changed my mind, like a stigma carved into a sinner, thoroughly impossible to erase or ignore.

You are no longer the old you. Neither body nor mind.

Feeling immense embarrassment under Frida’s gaze piercing through my private parts, I had no choice but to admit it.

I have already changed. Becoming the kind of ‘woman’ whose chest quickly reaches its peak, and who blushes with embarrassment when exposing her legs.

“Are you embarrassed…? Hilde, you also have that side, don’t you?”

Frida, who was between my legs, smiled as if finding my appearance amusing, and pulled the small ribbon bows attached to the sides of my underwear.

With a soft sound, the ribbons untied lifelessly.

As the knot holding the fabric between my legs loosened, the white cloth soaked in moisture fell heavily downward.

The air of the heated room brushed against my lower body.

A sobbing, flowing fluid.

My arousal had risen with the rising heat, and just the thought that I had inadvertently exposed everything to Freida made me spill out a sticky love juice.

Is this what a woman’s body is like?

“Indecent….”

No, it didn’t seem like that. Even Freida seemed slightly surprised, muttering that it was too indecent almost absentmindedly.

Chimi’s face flushed with embarrassment. My arousal, responding to that embarrassment, once again released love juice.

“Oh, so full… I’ll, I’ll wipe it for you.”

Freida grabbed my thighs and whispered as she lowered her head. She would wipe away all the love juice I had spilled.

Of course, she didn’t mean she would take out a handkerchief to wipe it. I already knew that much.

Having already decided to accept it, I spread my legs even wider.

She was quite comfortable…

Swoosh.

“Ah…!”

So she could touch my arousal.

“Ahh, huff!”

As Freida’s fingers traced up my cleft, brushing against the small nub at the top, I twisted my waist and let out a sharp moan.

A sensation that far surpassed imagination. It felt as if my entire pelvis had been struck by lightning in an instant.

Of course, that was just the beginning.

◆◆

Freida, who held onto my trembling thighs, gently licked the sensitive flesh inside my thighs and teased my lower body with her other hand.

“Ah, oh…! Ugh, huff…!”

Pressing with her entire palm, she drew circles, tapping around like playing the piano, extracting juices as if squeezing from between the cracks.

Spreading the cleft with her index and middle fingers, she quickly teased the exposed clitoris, tickling it.

“This… I can’t bear it.”

It wasn’t a sensation that could be endured.

“Huff!”

My vision flashed, my waist jerked, and the ejaculate burst forth, splashing over Freida’s face.

“Oh….”

Freida, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy like a priest being anointed, then draped my two legs over her shoulders and delved even closer.

The rough and hot breath was felt deeply in my ears.

“Lick.”

Freide, tasting the taste of my saliva with the tip of her tongue, grabbed the hole between my legs and spread it from side to side.

Rustle.

The tightly closed crevice suddenly opened wide, revealing a reddened, throbbing flesh.

From the swollen clitoris to the tightly closed upper hole, and the lower hole partially covered by a pink membrane. All of it.

In that state, I gasped for breath, trembling at the waist from the aftermath of the climax I had just experienced, ready to welcome whatever came inside.

“Huh…?”

That was when it happened.

“A barrier, is there…?”

Freide, pushing her face between my legs, widened her genitals, and blurted out a sudden exclamation of surprise.

“Ha, ha… What are you talking about? Of course there is. Why wouldn’t there be…?”

Surprising that there’s a barrier, Freide. Even the chest that had swelled with ecstasy cooled slightly from that statement.

I decided to accept the situation, but if such words were spoken between ordinary lovers, it would have immediately caused a rift.

“No, um, well. Uh, so…that…well….”

It was only then that Freide realized how her words might sound to me, and she stammered, trying to explain herself, her eyes wide with realization.

“Well, I mean, I thought that, uh, that it was, uh, like, something that, uh, someone had done…”

An explanation that couldn’t be more awkward.

So, she has considered me, considered Brunhilde, as someone who has been subjected to or has had experiences with someone like that. Unbelievable.

“What…what could I possibly do with that jerk? Are you crazy to even suggest that…?”

I looked up at the ceiling with a wry smile and let out a sigh. It was truly unbelievable.

“You’ve been harboring such thoughts all this time? Unbelievable, really.”

“Uh, I’m sorry…!”

Freide apologized desperately.

“I’m sorry, but…then, nothing happened…?”

Even as she apologized, she persistently asked if nothing had actually happened. She couldn’t completely erase her anxiety, her voice trembling slightly.

“Sigh…”

I wondered why he was so persistent, even though he wasn’t a male student. I felt absurd, but I couldn’t say anything because I would have probably acted the same way.

I had passionately debated in dozens of comments about how important the heroine’s experience was, so how could I criticize Freide’s behavior like this?

“…I didn’t have any. I almost got caught…but I ran away right away.”

So instead of reproaching him, I simply answered.

Nothing happened at all.

Nothing that would make you anxious happened.

Of course, if I hadn’t possessed his body at that time, that anxiety might have become a reality…

Would I dare say that I’m insane? That truth was something I shouldn’t and couldn’t tell.

If I were to hold the fact that I am not Brunhilde but just someone else who possessed her body, what kind of reaction would Freide show?

In the worst case, he might find a way to return my body to Brunhilde, or even find a way to destroy my soul.

“Ugh…I’m really, really sorry…”

Frederica thought she had brought up a story that would hurt “Brunhilde,” and apologized with a slightly gloomy expression.

“…No, there’s no need to apologize.”

I tilted my head slightly. I’m probably the one who should be apologizing.

A sense of guilt that I never thought would remain pricked at my heart.

So, I…

“It’s okay, just…”

Forced a smile and pulled Frederica close with both legs wrapped around her body, whispering.

“…Do more.”

The one thing she desires most right now.

◆◆

Lick.

Frederica’s tongue licked my clitoris.

“Ah! Ah, oh…! This feels… good… ah, oh, ah…!”

At first gently. Gradually, faster and stronger.

And then.

Nibble.

“Ah, oh!”

As soft lips lightly nibbled on the tip of my clitoris, something long and smooth slid into me.

Frederica’s fingers. Drenched in saliva and love juices, they forcibly probed into the narrow hole.

“Ah, oh…!”

Squelch, squelch. The sound of slimy water echoes endlessly.

When Pride delved into me, each crease inside trembled with joy as her fingers warmly wrapped around and pulled me tightly.

Deeper, deeper inside.

As if urging to paint everything within me in her color.

“Huh, ah, heuk, hayuk…! Ah, haang! Heung, hiuk…!”

The gentle touch rapidly became uncontrollable.

One finger turned into two, wildly squirming, washing away any trace of the torn maidenhead with overflowing love juices.

“Huaaaat…!”

Middle and ring fingers. Tongue. Teeth. Breath. Everything ravaged my depths, licking, biting, coloring everything red.

“Hu, hayuk, wait, hiik! Hua, aaang! Haeyug…!”

Layers of pleasure piled like waves. Trembling legs repeated the action of spreading and contracting within the boots.

I don’t know. What is this, what is this…!

Tears, saliva, love juices, all bodily fluids poured out and drenched the cloak on the ground.

Unconsciously, I grabbed Pride’s hair, pressed my lower body against her face, writhing.

After a while of writhing.

“Huaaaaang!!”

Accumulated pleasure exploded in an instant, sweeping through my entire body like a tsunami, fiercely erasing reason and guilt.

I threw back my head, rolled my eyes, bit my tongue, convulsed, showering Pride’s body with love juice like a fountain.

…My consciousness was cut off there.