Chapter 44 Tea Ceremony ②⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I felt an overwhelming urge to dominate her.
I imagined grabbing her hair, so carefully styled for me, and pulling hard. Tearing her kimono’s obi, pushing her onto the tatami, and stripping her. Destroying everything she’d prepared, just for me. Then taking her roughly.
I clenched my teeth.
”Touch it one more time?”
”…W-well, that is…”
”Can’t?”
”…It’s not that I can’t. …But, b-but…”
”See? It’s weird, right? Feels all wrong.”
”NO!!”
Cult Slut-san wiped away her tears and let out a scream filled with raw pain.
”It’s swollen up like this—that’s not normal, right?”
”No! That’s not it! It’s not! Please don’t misunderstand…!”
She was dead serious, beautiful like a living doll clinging desperately to her master so he wouldn’t throw her away. Every curve of her body radiated a fragile, pitiful aura, pleading for mercy.
Her beautiful face contorted in agony as she spoke, her large eyes, momentarily dry of tears, pleading with me directly.
”I just… I don’t want to hurt Your Lordship. That’s a man’s most sensitive area…”
”…”
”Someone like me shouldn’t touch it. When the instructor arrives, they’ll handle it properly for you…”
I ignored her words and moved close to Cult Slut-san. There’s no way I’d learn self-pleasure from some old instructor after reaching this point.
”It’s okay now. You were worried, right…?”
For some damn reason, she misunderstood my approach as agreement to her proposal. Her voice filled with compassion, trying to ease my anxiety.
I sat down right in front of her.
”Let me touch yours too, Cult Slut-san.”
”…!?”
She couldn’t even make a sound, just swallowed hard. Her alluring girl’s throat bobbed.
”Mine’s swollen. What about yours, Cult Slut-san? If it’s not unwell, I want to touch and check too.”
”…E-eh? B-but… men and women’s things are…”
”Fine then, forget it.”
Forget it. What the hell did she mean by forget it? But after agonizing forever, she nodded quietly. God knows what torment twisted inside her. Maybe she thought if she refused me again here, it’d be impossible to fix.
Her legs under the kimono spread little by little.
”Ugh… uuu… p-please. Look… and feel better.”
She covered her face with her hands, her voice trembling as she couldn’t bear to face what she was doing.
”Men and women are different. So… but… Your Lordship, you’re not sick!”
I lunged towards her legs, forcing her thighs apart. A hot gust of air hit my face, drawing me towards her crotch.
”Uwah…”
Before me was a clean, hairless, pink vertical slit.
Her mound was slender, still a girl’s intimate area. The lips remained tightly closed, even with her legs spread.
An untouched, virgin area like fresh snow, never touched before. Now, touched by me—a man—for the first time, it quickly swelled red, preparing for intimacy. Her body must be reacting intensely.
”Then I’ll touch. Don’t move.”
”…Ah… uuu.”
I slid my finger over her pretty little inner lips. The meat was so thin. Usually hidden in her mound, it was a soft, baby-lip fold, quiet and red. When I stroked, it clung gently to my skin. The surface was slick and wet—every rub wrapped clear shine around my fingertip.
”It’s wet… is that piss?”
”N-no! That’s… that’s love juice, what a woman makes so she doesn’t hurt the man.”
”Doesn’t hurt…?”
I spread her slit wide with two fingers.
With a wet sound, her intimate area opened, revealing everything clearly.
”Hiii…!”
She scratched at the tatami, claws scraping.
”Hard to see—sorry.”
I pulled back, spread her kimono completely. Adjusted her legs slightly, positioning her so the light hit perfectly.
I lay on the tatami, my head close enough for my breath to touch her thigh. Her mound was clearly visible in the light. I used both thumbs to spread her wider than before.
NUCHO…
The moist pink area was exposed. Inside, a slick membrane shone. At the entrance, a small curve of flesh. Below, another fold, and inside, a tiny opening.
At the bottom, a small, pink opening. Perfectly formed, it became wetter as I looked. From within, a tempting scent and fluid emerged slowly.
Everything was perfect, like crafted. A youthful texture, but with a mature structure.
”Strange. Looking at this… those negative feelings intensified. It’s a bit scary. What should I do?”
”Ah, um… n-no! Not that much!”
”Why?”
”It’s improper—mine. Any further, we need proper guidance again…”
”Help me. When you touch mine like this, Cult Slut-san, it feels amazing. Fair exchange, right?”
”…Hiii!?”
I wanted to abandon all restraint and enter her right now. But if I did, she’d surely harm herself.
I sat up straight, on the tatami, legs spread. I guided her hand to stroke me slowly. She stared at my crotch, speechless and frozen.
”Yeah, good, good.”
”Iya, I… what am I… what’s… uuu. As education officer, I…!”
Completely confused, yet her face showed a tainted joy. Her eyes said no, but saliva dripped from her mouth.
GUCHU.
GUCHU.
Her hand gripped my penis tight, sliding up and down over and over.
Damn. It feels too good. Cult Slut-san’s hand is the best.
”Ah… nnn… vuu… uuu…”
I noticed—her other hand slipped inside her kimono. She touched herself, the fabric bulging. She scratched and kneaded her breasts.
I became even harder.
No way. I can’t hold back. Just stroking is a waste. I need to take her. Enter her untouched place, release inside her. If not that, at least make her take it in her mouth.
”Sc-scary. Something’s building up.”
”U… ku… uuu…!”
Cult Slut-san’s body jerked. A thin, watery fluid gushed from her. Her body twisted, splashing the tatami with fluid. At the same time, a strong scent filled the air.
Damn. Cult Slut-san’s touching herself and reaching climax. Her nose red, she bit her lip hard. Her eyes squinted in pleasure and shame, brows furrowed. I can’t take this.
I shook her hand off, crawled on all fours, fully aroused. Cult Slut-san watched me, breathing heavily. My erection swayed, dripping pre-cum, demanding release.
The fragile doll was incredibly beautiful.
”My sensitive area feels strange. I don’t know why, but touching each other’s same spot feels incredibly good for both of us.”
”…Ah, I…”
”Women have an opening there, right? If I enter, something will happen—I’m sure. What do you think?”
”To say such indecent things in front of a man…”
I was so fucking excited, spouting nonsense excuses. Not the thoughts of some innocent, sex-ignorant boy.
Luckily, Cult Slut-san had no room to even listen. If she had, she’d have rejected me flat out.
Limit reached.
If I shoved in now, I’d blow right away.
Better fuck her quick while it’s all fuzzy, think later. Anyway, I needed to screw her NOW.
”Y-dangerous… Hurry, need to enter. Can’t waste this.”
I gathered all my strength and slowly pushed Cult Slut-san backward.
”…Heu!?”
”Sorry, it’ll be quick. Just trying a little.”
She hadn’t grasped what was happening.
Fallen onto the tatami, she stared at the ceiling and me, tears shaking with emotion, her face full of confusion.
I spread her kimono hem to the side.
There, between her slim legs, a swollen, vertical opening appeared.
Youthful but incredibly ready, waiting desperately for a man any moment now.
She’d grown for fifteen years, all for this moment. Her slight movements and wetness trembled with joy.
”Beautiful opening.”
”…Nnn!?”
I kissed the stunned Cult Slut-san.
”Mm, mmm! Mm, mmm…!”
Apologizing inwardly, I forced my tongue into her mouth and kissed her. Her saliva tasted fresh. Probably influenced by my image of her pure nature.
She didn’t respond with her tongue.
Her large eyes widened, inches from my face, her body struggling. She resisted with silent cries.
”Mmm…! P-please stop…! What are you doing!?”
”I wanted to do this—sorry.”
”S-such…”
She froze in shock.
Awake in a flash, she pressed fingers to her lips, full of regret.
Thinking she’d taken a man’s precious lips.
But I didn’t give a damn.
I took her lips again, pinning her hands. She resisted weakly—probably to avoid hurting me—so my strength easily held her arms.
”No more. I can’t hold back.”
”Nn, ku…”
KUCHU.
My rock-hard tip pressed tight to her pussy mouth.
Her opening oozed fluid, taking me in as I pushed.
I moved my hips, circling at her entrance.
NECHA. NECHA… NETI…
Like forcing a loose screw with a bad driver, my tip sank slow into her cunt.
The feeling of entering her. Wet inside but tight, squeezing me.
”Ow!”
Suddenly, sparks exploded in my vision.
”Ouch…”
My head throbbed.
Rubbing my head, I opened my eyes—Cult Slut-san glared intensely, her hands thrust out.
”STOP!”
I didn’t get what happened.
Head slammed into the tea room wall, sharp pain dulling slow—then I realized she’d shoved me hard.
Yes, she pushed me.
The Cult Slut-san who cared for me.
”C-Cult Slut-san…?”
Shocked to hell, I called to her.
Not raging, not regretting hurting me—she spoke sincerely, with a teacher’s care, pure concern for her student.
”No. You can’t. Not there.”
”I just… wanted to try…”
”Your Lordship might be a rare man who treats women with equal passion.”
She straightened her kimono folds.
Then declared firm.
”That’s why you must protect chastity. That place—you can’t enter. Absolutely not.”
”B-but I can’t hold back anymore. Stopping now… I’d go crazy. So…”
”This is the place all women have—for bearing children. I told you, a man’s role is sacred. Until the wedding night, both must remain pure.”
”But… men don’t need to guard chastity—it’s not visible. No proof.”
”You want to enter that badly?”
”Yes.”
I said it, and she stopped lecturing, falling silent.
In the silence, I stared at her, completely confused.
Honestly stunned. Never thought my attempt would fail—let alone be pushed away.
Maybe I should’ve been gentler, but I couldn’t hold back then.
While I regained my senses, Cult Slut-san remained silent.
She suddenly closed her eyes, thought for a moment, then opened them with determination.
Her lips trembled.
”No matter what.”
Cult Slut-san jumped up, grabbing the poker from the furnace.
The smell of burning filled the air.
”If Your Lordship still wants to enter, I’ll make sure you can’t.”
She gripped the hot poker, raising it high as if to harm herself.
The tip glowed red.
Smoke rose from her hands.
”Eh, wait!?”
Cult Slut-san spread her legs, yanked open her kimono front for the poker to plunge.
She was completely serious. Determined. Damn.
”Wait! Stop! I’m sorry, stop!”
”Don’t stop me. It’s better I do this than let worse happen to Your Lordship.”
”Wait! Seriously!”
”Step back—it’s dangerous!”
I chased her around the room, trying to grab the poker.
The burning smell intensified.
Finally grabbed it.
”Hot!”
”Dangerous!”
I touched it—she dropped the poker immediately.
”Are you hurt!?”
”I’m fine, but your hands…”
”My hands don’t matter.”
She checked my hands for burns, sighing deeply.
Then, perhaps from fear, she took deep breaths—then collapsed loudly.
”Uh, uh… uh…!”
The tension broke—she crumpled, hands over her face, sobbing.
Her hands were bright red, skin peeling.
The poker rolled away, still hot, burning the tatami.
”Wh-why… go that far…”
D-damn… damn damn damn.
Need… to fix this somehow.
Guilt overwhelmed me.
Tried to force myself on the girl who cared for me—then burned her hands terribly.
And by the rules, this would be her fault. Inviting a man for improper acts? All her responsibility.
But really, all my fault.
”Cult Slut-san! Water—quick! Need to cool the burns or they’ll worsen!”
”It’s fine. Someone like me deserves to burn.”
”What the hell!”
She wouldn’t move, even when pulled.
Wh-what should I do?
For now, I rushed to the back of the room.
Opened every drawer frantically, searching inside.
”Medicine—anything! Water—fill a bucket! Hurry or it’ll be too late!”
Luckily, the water and first-aid kit were right there.
I grabbed them quickly and rushed back, putting her hands in cold water.
”Ugh… terrible…”
Her hands were red, with marks from the poker.
Burned and peeling—skin floated in the water.
She sniffled and sobbed continuously.
I almost cried too, but with her sobs, I grabbed the poker—careful not to cause a fire—and put it in the ashes.
”Sorry—it hurts, I know.”
”Forgive me… forgive me…”
”Don’t apologize—just give me your hands.”
”It doesn’t hurt! I’m fine!”
”That’s what makes it worse, damn it!”
I pulled Cult Slut-san’s wrists forcefully.
At the right time, I applied burn salve from the kit to the wounds.
It was high-quality medicine. The wounds healed quickly, like new skin.
Looked damn near healed.
Fought the wrap but got clean cloth around light—pray to hell it works.
Shit—gotta get a doctor now.
”Pushed you away—sorry. I… did something awful to Your Lordship again.”
”Don’t cry. God, this girl…”
”Vwaaa…”
”My fault.”
”No… the bad one’s me. Always, always… bad education… sorry. Prepared so much… and ruined it…”
But really, I’m the fucking guilty one.
I hugged Cult Slut-san tight.
Her tears soaked my clothes again. This time it’s pure my fault, but damn… this woman cries every goddamn time…
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