Chapter 45 Tea Ceremony ③ ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A little while later, we finally settled down. My penis was still partially erect, left exposed and swaying between my legs. Guilt and intense sexual desire conflicted within me, leaving my body confused and disoriented.
The tea room was in disarray, and both Cult Slut-san and I were disheveled, so I had no choice but to call for Maggot-san. Sure, it would reveal my involvement with another Imperial Guard, but cleaning up was impossible in this state.
But when I tried to connect with her using my mental energy, she completely ignored me, her face filled with fierce determination. What had happened? Had my ability failed permanently?
”Really, I’m so sorry,” Cult Slut-san said, her voice cracking with shame. “I ruined your special tea ceremony.”
”No, not at all,” I replied, shaking my head. “That’s not it. More than that… you’ve been holding all this in, dealing with it alone. You’ve done so well, all by yourself.”
”Ah… yeah, well, kinda. I mean, no one exactly… but honestly, I’m not resistant to this stuff. It doesn’t feel dirty to me at all.”
Cult Slut-san spoke kindly, her words comforting me like a warm embrace. And even though the tea room and utensils lay shattered, she didn’t care one bit—she just gently, carefully drew out my story, piece by aching piece.
In gratitude for her kindness, I addressed her main concern. I assured her that I had no aversion to sex, and the earlier rejection was resolved. But I couldn’t bring myself to confess about sleeping with the other Imperial Guards. No way. That kind of courage… it just wasn’t in me.
With a tenderness akin to a mother’s care, Cult Slut-san examined my lower body, her gaze gentle yet firm.
”Were you dealing with everything on your own, Your Lordship? You never allowed anyone to guide you through such issues, solving them alone. I’m so relieved you shared with me.”
”That’s…”
I trailed off, words sticking in my throat. But she didn’t push, didn’t force it out of me.
After a pause, Cult Slut-san regained her composure, perhaps enduring the pain, but it felt genuine. Her injuries must have been agonizing, yet she spoke casually, downplaying it to avoid embarrassing me. I attempted to call a doctor, but she insisted the wound salve was effective, and sharing sexual knowledge with me was more pressing.
After educating me about masturbation and puberty changes, she noticed my dejection and encouraged me. She must have feared today’s events would traumatize me permanently.
”Today was chaotic, but I’m not upset. It’s my responsibility, so please don’t worry, Cult Slut-san.”
”No, that’s not it,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite everything. “Today was a good day.”
”You think?”
”Yes. Today marked Your Lordship’s first true understanding of your sexuality. Being part of it, regardless of how, makes me incredibly happy.”
We’ll discuss the details later, she added.
”Let’s prepare red rice to celebrate.”
She said, sniffling and laughing despite her runny nose.
Her injured hands didn’t deter her, despite the intense pain she must be feeling.
Her smile overwhelmed me, and I burst into tears. Simultaneously, my determination solidified. I resolved to make her hate me if necessary. With such deep affection, withholding my guilt felt disrespectful. I’d pretended innocence, but I now acknowledged my genuine sexual desire for her. Time to lay it bare.
No more pretending to be an innocent younger brother.
”Cult Slut-san, I need you to understand my true feelings. This is the real me.”
She became serious, sensing the heavy tension. She straightened, adopting a teacher-like demeanor, prepared to listen.
Quietly, I removed my pants. My partially erect penis flopped out, bouncing freely.
”…Huh?”
Cult Slut-san stared at my groin, shocked. Her gaze caused my penis to twitch and rise, becoming more erect.
”Oh—it’s getting… larger.”
”Look at it closely.”
Her reaction surpassed our previous boundaries, and I felt a deeper connection. I decided to be selfish. If she wanted me to rely on her, I would fully. My guilt for my actions insulted her love. Ethics and societal norms no longer mattered.
She struggled not to look away, maintaining eye contact with my private area.
”It’s not strange, right?”
”N-no, not at all. It’s so beautiful… and cute.”
”Masturbating alone and ejaculating—that’s not wrong, is it?”
”…Yes, with proper guidance.”
Her gaze remained fixed on my groin. She swallowed, affirming my words, her breath catching.
We were both dead serious. Teacher and student.
Her affection surpassed our previous boundaries. If honesty led to rejection, I’d accept it. If not, I’d embrace it.
”I want to make love to you, Cult Slut-san. But I understand it’s forbidden. Let’s go as far as I desire, and you can stop me if it’s too much.”
”What do you mean? Sexual intercourse is a sacred act! Didn’t you realize that?!”
”It’s not casual or out of curiosity—it’s about you. I trust you more than anyone. That’s why I want you to witness and share this with me.”
”That’s exactly why I…”
”No one else could fulfill this request. Anyone else would be unbearable.”
Exactly. Not some formal guide. After this, sexual education would align with my puberty. Why should I masturbate in front of an elderly town official? My guide must be Cult Slut-san.
”My role… exclusively for me…”
She whispered, contemplating my words as if they were valuable.
”Please help me.”
”…”
”I’m erect and unable to ejaculate—it’s torture. Assist me.”
She struggled, balancing my request with her trust and common sense. She was torn between supporting my sexual development and opposing lewd behavior. In reality, these were two aspects of the same issue. She likely had urgent questions, like how I’d learned about sex from her perspective. After a prolonged, tense silence, she finally spoke.
”…What should I do?”
”Perform oral sex on me.”
”O-oral sex…?”
”Lick my penis. Stroke it with your hand, suck it with your mouth, swallow the semen when I ejaculate.”
”…!?”
Oral sex is uncommon in this era, so I explained directly.
”Instead of your vagina, I want to ejaculate in your mouth.”
She swallowed hard, then looked deeply into my eyes. I nodded slowly and quietly. The moment until her response felt eternal.
In reality, it didn’t take long. Her response came quickly.
”That’s…”
”Yes.”
”…N-no… that’s not possible.”
Her cheeks flushed red as she spoke. Disappointment overwhelmed me. I wanted to express my feelings. Even if selfish, no sex and no oral sex? That’s unacceptable. Fine, manual stimulation then—or at least using your breasts, even if they’re not large.
Despite everything, she continued.
”My hands won’t move. So… if it’s only with my mouth, that’s acceptable.”
I and my groin reacted with joy.
”Cult Slut-san!”
”Just this once.”
She nailed it down hard.
”Only this time. It’s not typical for an unmarried male, but since you trust only me, I have no choice. I’ll relieve your pain, but remember: women aren’t meant to handle a man’s sexual education like this.”
Of course, I agreed, feeling pure bliss.
I stood before her as she knelt.
I looked at her again, and she was truly a beautiful girl—her face like a goddess. She wasn’t old, not at the age of full adulthood, so the contrast was striking: this sweet girl in her kimono, now with my penis in front of her innocent face. It felt incredibly sinful, burning with intensity.
”Ah, ugh… it’s so adorable…”
”Alright, open your mouth.”
”Understood. I’ll be cautious, but if it hurts, guide me immediately, alright?”
”Just hurry up already.”
”…Yes!”
Cult Slut-san parted her small mouth and moved toward my glans, slowly and cautiously. By now, I was fully erect, throbbing intensely.
Her lips—clear and perfect like glass—gently wrapped around my reddened tip. She covered about half the head, soft and warm.
”……Mmm.”
”More—take the entire tip into your mouth.”
”Mmm, mmm…”
She followed my guidance. She took my ridge into her mouth, swallowing it whole. From my perspective, I saw her beautiful face with tied-up hair, my penis in her mouth, and a hint of cleavage visible through her kimono.
”More—go deeper.”
I instructed, and she moved her face forward, slowly. Until her nose touched my waist, taking me in. Her mouth was hot and wet, pure pleasure.
”No… does it h-hurt?”
”Don’t speak—continue.”
”Y-yes!”
I held her head and began thrusting, gently at first, back and forth. Her palate and tongue moved along my shaft, creating wet sounds.
Slurp… slurp…
She was inexperienced, so the stimulation was inadequate. Teeth touched my penis mid-stroke, her lips partially open as she struggled to breathe. But the fact she was performing oral sex on me at all was heavenly.
”Use your tongue.”
”Mmm… mmm… ugh. U…”
Cult Slut-san closed her eyes, concentrating on her mouth. Her bandaged hands hung limply at her sides.
Slurp. Slurp.
The pace increased, my penis moving in and out faster. Saliva accumulated, overflowing and coating me.
She moved her mouth vigorously, sucking me like an infant on a nipple. Her breathing was ragged, her face flushed red.
”Mmm. M, mmm… mmm…”
She also swirled her tongue, attempting to mimic a vagina. It stimulated from tip to underside, my entire penis enveloped in warmth.
…Ahh, it feels so good.
”Wait—pause for a moment.”
”…Huh?”
”I’ll go deep into your throat, so try swallowing the tip, alright?”
”Yes!”
”It’ll be difficult, but please.”
Her innocent eyes nodded, and she swallowed my penis to the base.
Not deep enough—the tip didn’t reach her depths. But she struggled, mouth open, lips pressing against my groin as if wanting to bite.
”M, m, mmm—!”
Soft lips pressed against my skin. Finally, the tip of my glans touched her throat.
”Mmm, mmm… For Your Lordship, I c-can… do it… mmm! Mmm!”
She gasped in pain but began swallowing.
”Mmm… m, mmm. …Mmm!”
”It feels good…”
It feels incredibly good. Extremely good.
Her throat tightened more than her mouth, pulling my head deep inside. I thrust my hips harder. Her nose pressed against me.
But Cult Slut-san continued. Each swallow pulled my glans and ridge gently deeper. Technically, this was irrumatio, not a blowjob—but it didn’t matter.
”Not good—I’m ejaculating. Swallow it all, alright?”
”…Mmm. Mmm.”
She nodded, swallowing repeatedly.
I held her hair and thrust. Intense pleasure surged through me. I couldn’t hold back. The beautiful girl performing oral sex, combined with the tight grip, was perfect.
Final thrust—directly into her deepest throat.
”Mmm…?!”
My penis pulsed intensely.
Splurt…
Locked in her throat, my hips immobilized.
Splurt. Splurt! Splurt!
Over and over, it jumped. Tip sucked down, body pinned still.
Throb, throb… throb…
Throb…
…Splurt…
Like bleeding, a large amount of semen poured directly into her throat. Even after ejaculating, thick fluid oozed slowly from my urethra.
Too much. It feels so good I might faint.
”…Mmm. Mmm. Mmm… mmm…”
”Mmm. This… incredible…”
I became dazed. Hand on her head, I stared blankly as she continued cleaning.
Eyes closed, Cult Slut-san quietly swallowed everything. To avoid causing pain, she rubbed my ridge against her throat, wiping remaining semen, then licked the underside and groove carefully, sucking every drop from my urethra.
Like a caring mother removing poison from a wound.
I watched, partially entranced. It felt like discovering a goddess descended to Earth.
”Mmm… m… m… mmm”
Pop.
It sounded like that. Her lips released my penis. Completely clean—no stains. Finished, it hung loosely in front of her face.
”How… was it? No more pain?”
Her words brought me back, my breath ragged as I responded.
”Yeah, yeah—best ever.”
”…I see.”
She sighed relief, hand on chest. First time, she must’ve worried sick about screwing up.
”No issues with your body? Sorry to nag…”
”Fine. Felt amazing.”
”Can I touch it once?”
”Sure…”
I said okay, and she gazed at my softened dick, all emotional—then stroked it with her burned fingertips, gentle like petting a puppy.
”Good boy… you did so well. I’m proud of you. So much came out—super healthy. In the future, you’ll give tons of kids. Might be the town’s richest stud.”
Her face stayed calm, peaceful. Then she looked up at me.
”But most of all, Your Lordship’s healthy growth makes me happiest.”
That moment? Words can’t touch it. Bright as spring fields in sunlight, warm as autumn hearth. Pure affection and awe for one human’s growth, heart-deep.
Seeing it, my chest clogged up—damn, tears pricked again.
I wanted more, sure—but pulling my eyes from her felt like the worst sin alive.
”Hey, Cult Slut-san.”
”Yes?”
”Where does ‘insertion’ start exactly?”
She tilted her head, confused.
I couldn’t hold back. Wanted to bury inside her, unleash everything. But forcing it? She’d kill herself first. Still, I craved it bad. Sure, it’d let me reach her with Psionic Power, but really? I just wanted to—burning need.
That hunger swelled, wouldn’t quit.
”Like, my dick—yang, right?—goes in you. Where does it count as losing virginity?”
”What… you still don’t get it?”
”How deep to lose chastity?”
”Pure boy and girl join in marriage. No insertion before.”
”That’s it! If virgin’s not lost, how’s virginity gone?”
Little by little, she caught what I meant.
So yeah—that meant if I didn’t push past the vaginal vestibule and break the hymen, shooting off right there would keep her chastity safe, right? Just nestle my glans right at the entrance, cum there, and boom—safe theory all the way.
I laid it out clear and logical, step by step.
”Wh-what?! I’ve never heard anything like that! That’s total bullshit logic!”
She panicked hard, shooting down my idea the second she heard it. Sure, no holes in the theory, but ethically? Swiss cheese full of ’em.
But I wouldn’t back off—I dug in deeper.
”All that ‘no lewd acts’ crap is pointless now. I like you, Cult Slut-san—love you, even. If society’s rules won’t let us tie the knot, let’s poke holes in society instead.”
”You’re more precious to me than my own life, Your Lordship. But…”
”One lifetime plea. I want you for this—only you.”
”B-but… it’s dangerous. Sure, ethically, maybe it doesn’t steal chastity… but one slip-up, and it’s irreversible disaster.”
Of course she refused. What I wanted to thrust into was her hole—hers alone.
But I begged. I groveled, pleaded like a madman—never this desperate in my whole life, whispering in her ear over and over: I like you, I trust you, please, I need you, it’d break me, no, help me.
Each word made her flinch hard. A guy’s selfish demands hit a woman like pure aphrodisiac—I threw ’em at her without a shred of hesitation.
”B-but…”
”Please, please, please!”
”I… I got it. Just—stop bowing your head like that, a male shouldn’t—”
After that brutal wrestle, I snatched victory.
”Ugh… really, really, you can’t go deep. Just the entrance—got it?”
”Yeah.”
She sank to the tatami, spread her legs slow and quiet. Then, careful as hell, she slipped a finger into her own hole, measuring the membrane’s depth.
I’d revived fast—hell, I was rock-hard the whole time I begged.
”One inch. No more.”
”Got it.”
Three centimeters. Perfect. More than enough to play with just the tip.
”Ugh, this is so weird… so wrong… really, just this once! You begged so hard, no choice…”
Cult Slut-san started sniffling again, lifting her hips a bit—god, she was such a crybaby. Her messed-up Japanese doll crotch opened up. Her secret slit, wet again from her fingering, pulled me in with that sweet, heady scent.
Beautiful. Every time, not a single blemish on that perfect vertical line. Hairless, holy even. The meaty folds glistened wet, sealed tight.
This tender young lady and I? Short, painful goodbye. I aimed true this time, pressing my rod’s tip right against her there.
Guchi…
”Nnh!”
Cult Slut-san let out a tiny cry. Her injured hands flopped out, leaving her under me totally defenseless.
Guchu. Zuru…
My slit nudged in, splitting her vertical line, finding her entrance dead-on. One push, and I’d be inside.
”Okay, going in.”
”…Yes. Please… be careful.”
She nodded. Her aware woman’s body reacted—slick lube poured from the membrane touching my slit, drooling like crazy saliva.
Michi, michi…
Michi…
Zurun. Jupon…
My tip’s curves slipped neat inside her.
”Ahh?!”
She screamed. The shock made her entrance clamp down, squeezing me tight.
”Whoa, don’t clench—it’s gonna make me weird!”
”S-s-sorry!”
Just my ridge caught in her meaty ring—insane pleasure ripped through. Her clueless body did this on instinct. Somehow, her pussy knew: this wasn’t solo play, but her once-in-a-lifetime shot. Love juices gushed nonstop, flooding like a waterfall basin.
”Please… never go deep.”
”I know—moving now.”
Honestly, already on the edge—feels that good.
Strict rules on membrane contact for losing chastity, so from here? Battle of reason.
Precisely: hymen break depth is the line. Not like an eardrum flat across—it’s cling-wrap tight to the vaginal walls, blocking the back.
Think saran wrap stuffed straight in the hole. Shove a dick in, it stretches the back till it rips—that’s virginity loss.
Cult Slut-san had zero experience, so no need for millimeter precision. No tear, no blood? Safe.
Oh, and that membrane’s got tiny holes for fluids—duh, or periods wouldn’t work. Meaning: blast enough cum, and yeah, she could get knocked up.
”So tight. Squeezing like crazy.”
Overall grip crushed me. That thinnest, most sensitive spot between head and shaft? Her meat licked it thorough.
Try escaping deeper? Something bumped my tip.
Probably the membrane.
”Feels good. Hot, tight, sticky…”
”Me too… like heaven. My body’s all warm inside.”
I pistoned tiny distances, over and over. Her little hole took me gentle anyway. Pinky-length space, but sucking walls scrubbed my sensitive bits raw.
”Ah, ugh… ah… my back… feels… so…”
Mecho—cute wet smack. No hips colliding, just fleshy rub echoing in the tea room. Like bird kisses, tips only brushing in tiny mating.
Kucho, kucho. Kucho…
Her heart thumped, and her entrance pulsed with it—squeezing my glans each time.
”Ah, aaah, aaahhvu…!”
Cult Slut-san flailed arms and legs. Injuries kept her from gripping tatami. Pleasure trapped, she looked agonized.
”G-gimoji… so gooood…”
Her Chinese lantern face melted in flushed pain.
Toes pointed stiff with her hairpin. Unlike before, no hands to comfort herself.
”Can I go deeper?”
”Nooo! That’s the one thing—naah!”
”Bet it’d feel even better.”
”Vuu… Nooo…”
She thrashed legs like a tantrum kid. I pinned ’em with both hands, twisted my hips, churned her soft meat wild—like scratching an itch, wrecking her secret folds to hell.
”Vuu, aaah… uuu…”
She burst out crying.
I loved it—twisted my hips again and again. Like jamming a rod that won’t fit, grinding her pussy merciless.
”Aaahvu—vuuh! Aaah—!”
She wailed like a baby. But I didn’t stop.
”Vuuu. Vuuu, aguuu!”
Her hiccup sobs sounded so frustrated, tearful. I kept tormenting her, making her cry buckets.
No holding—gonna cum. Wanted more fun, but reason’s slipping. Keep this up, I’d spear her womb.
I unleashed full. Body slammed down hard—I braced hands on tatami, barely holding posture.
Pressure burst—liquids rushed my little slit.
Basha!
Dokon, dokon…
Doku. Doku.
Bicha…
Second load dirtied her secret spot. Tip-only insertion let me watch my shaft pulse like an IV tube. New-life carrier delivered cum careful to her womb.
”…Ah, ah.”
”So much… coming out.”
Dokudoku… bicha…
Doku…
Once I squeezed out every last drop, the semen that couldn’t fit in that super-tight space started oozing from the gap at her entrance. But the orgasm still dragged on, refusing to quit.
Doku… doku…
…
Such a long, endless afterglow. Finally, when it tapered off, I stayed buried there, soaking in the feel of her brand-new secret slit until I was totally satisfied.
Eventually, my dick went fully soft, and I pulled my hips back, sliding out slow.
A wet schlop echoed as thick, gooey fluid dripped from her meaty cleft, trailing down her ass cheeks toward the tatami.
”…H… hh. N-nothing… I see… where…?”
Cult Slut-san’s voice came out hollow, like her soul had ripped right out.
”Cult Slut-san?”
She twitched and spasmed hard. Those vacant, rape-stare eyes stared blank, drool spilling from her slack-open lips. Somehow, her color looked faded, ashen—like she’d burned through every scrap of life force… If I left her in the sun right now, she’d crumble to sand.
At first, I watched her like that, all deep and moved. But minutes dragged with no reaction, and worry started gnawing at me hard. Had I really broken her into a lifeless doll?
Anxiety slammed me cold.
”C-Cult Slut-san! H-hey, you’re okay, right? It’s not like sex kills you or anything!”
I shook her shoulders—no response. Her head just lolled side to side. Shit, felt like some creep talking to a sex doll. I checked her breathing, confirmed she was fine, and let out a huge sigh of relief. Just shock from the intense stimulation, that’s all.
”Fine, whatever. I’ll wait a bit. First time and all. Plus, unlike the others, she doesn’t have much stamina…”
I really thanked this deep-affection beautiful girl from the bottom of my heart. Staring at her now filled me with this fluffy, warm glow that wouldn’t quit.
While I waited, bored, I stroked her hair, squeezed her ass cheeks, letting peace settle in as she recovered. But damn, after sticking close for like thirty minutes, I got hard again.
”Gotta hurry and clean up, call the doctor. But she said just this once… waste not to go again.”
I hesitated, then slid back into her still-wet crotch.
”Ugh.”
Cult Slut-san let out a grunt like I’d punched her shoulder. But her face stayed blank, expressionless.
”Man, your face is seriously gorgeous every time I look.”
I thrust mechanically, back and forth.
Incredible… Feels exactly like fucking a real doll.
”Ugh, uhh, vuuh.”
Cult Slut-san only reacted on pure body instinct. Each full stroke pulled a pleasure-laced groan from her. I pressed my hips flush at the end, feeling her hymen stretch to its absolute limit. Then I unleashed my seed right there.
It bucked and spurted wild, over and over, flooding her insides with thick white. Her first-time juices mixed gooey with my cum, left sloshing abandoned in that meaty pot.
Her body felt like it emotionlessly sucked up that sticky fluid straight from her womb mouth.
Notes:
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
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