Volume 11 Chapter 31 Interlude – Lesta’s Education in Desire
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
In the shadowed chamber, noble maidens, their virtue still untouched, held their breath as the scene unfolded before them. The air was heavy with the scent of rose oil and anticipation, their eyes fixed on the raw intimacy playing out like a forbidden play.
”Listen closely,” Licoro said, her voice a velvet command. “When you pleasure a client, you must gauge their reactions with care, ensuring your touch is neither too bold nor too timid.”
”Yes, Licoro-sama,” came the murmured reply from the gathered girls, their voices a soft chorus of awe and nerves.
”Begin with a mouth full of warmth, letting the sounds of your service carry a deliberate, provocative edge.” Licoro knelt, her pink hair swaying as she leaned toward her betrothed, Mizets, who sat rigid on the bed’s edge. His sharp intake of breath echoed in the quiet room. “Oh, Licoro… it’s too much.”
Her fingers grazed his chest, teasing as she worked, the wet, rhythmic sounds of her devotion filling the space. Licoro, a noble courtesan freshly returned from the Kingdom of Astoria, was a master of her craft. Mizets, her fiancé, was her chosen partner for this demonstration, his body a canvas for her lesson.
”Remarkable, isn’t it, Eileen-sama?” whispered one of the maidens, her voice tinged with awe.
”Yes,” Eileen replied, her tone hushed but steady. “This is the art we’re to master.”
For Eileen and the others who carried memories of past lives, this act was not entirely foreign. This was no ordinary lesson but a secret curriculum of the noble courtesans, a rite where the craft of seduction was laid bare before their eyes.
”Next,” Licoro continued, her voice a low purr, “you move to a slower, more deliberate caress of the shaft, then to the sensitive skin beyond. Come closer, all of you—see it for yourselves.”
Mizets writhed under her practiced tongue, a novice to such intensity despite their occasional intimacies during her rare visits home. Those moments had been tender, born of love, not the calculated art of a courtesan. “Oh… it’s overwhelming,” he gasped.
Licoro’s laughter was soft, teasing. “Your body speaks for you, Mizets-sama. So eager… May this wanton courtesan have your permission to serve you further, perhaps with a more intimate touch?” Her words dripped with practiced seduction, yet carried the poise of her noble blood. “Our clients pay dearly for this experience—never forget to balance desire with dignity.”
”This is… enlightening, Licoro-sama,” a maiden murmured, her voice trembling with curiosity.
In Eileen’s memory, Mizets would fall in battle, and Licoro would become a slave-courtesan to Takumi Nash, bound to serve in McGaref as ‘reparation.’ Happiness, she knew, could shatter in an instant. I must stop this war… for everyone’s sake, she thought, her heart tightening.
Licoro’s voice broke through her reverie. “So delicious,” she purred, her tongue tracing delicate paths. “I could linger here forever, Mizets-sama. And with your permission, I’ll tend to you further… while my hands work their own magic.”
Mizets’s voice cracked. “You remembered… all of this.”
”Yes,” Licoro said, her tone softening for a moment. “As a noble courtesan, I’ve served countless men, day after day, offering my body, my mouth, my everything. I’m sorry, Mizets… for becoming so tarnished.”
”No,” he said, his voice firm despite his trembling. “Your work is noble. It’s because of courtesans like you that this kingdom doesn’t starve.”
Her eyes glistened. “Thank you. This… this is my final act as a courtesan. My last client is my betrothed, and through this, I teach. These girls will sell their virtue for the sake of their families, their children. That’s our way.”
Eileen, too, was training to become a courtesan. In another life, she had been Takumi Nash’s cherished slave. If the war could be stopped, her fate might shift, but she pushed away the fleeting hope of love. No. I must be resolute. A courtesan’s path allows no weakness.
Licoro rose, guiding Mizets to lie back on the bed. Her fingers danced across his skin, drawing gasps as she teased his chest before her lips descended again, offering a final, heartfelt act of devotion. “Mizets-sama,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper, “may I serve you fully now? My body is yours—use it as you desire, gently or otherwise.”
He nodded, breathless. “Please… yes.”
She positioned herself, guiding him with a slow, deliberate motion. A soft moan escaped her lips. “So strong… I’m already trembling.”
The maidens watched, captivated. “It’s so intense,” one whispered. “Seeing it like this… it’s overwhelming.”
”Look at her,” another said. “So brazen, yet her grace makes it… pure, somehow.”
Eileen felt a warmth stir within her, memories of her own first offering to Takumi Nash flooding back. Her body responded, a quiet ache she couldn’t ignore.
”Mizets,” Licoro said softly, her breath warm against his ear, “treat me as a courtesan now. Use me as your canvas, as your tool. Our love—our life together—comes after this. End this chapter for me.”
Their whispers carried the weight of lovers beneath the performance, a fragile thread of intimacy woven through the act. And as the lesson continued, Licoro’s final act as a courtesan unfolded—not just a display of skill, but a testament to the strength required to embrace such a fate.
The air still hummed with the weight of Licoro’s performance, a charged silence lingering like the echo of a struck chord. The noble maidens, their faces flushed, murmured among themselves, their voices a soft current beneath the room’s heavy warmth.
”That was… extraordinary,” one girl whispered, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and trepidation.
”Yes,” another agreed, her voice quieter. “We won’t just be held gently, will we? We’ll be… taken, like that.”
A third maiden shivered, clutching her arms. “I’m not sure I could smile and thank a client after… after being choked like that.”
”They say only one in five clients prefers such roughness,” another offered, her tone practical. “That’s maybe one a day, at most.”
”One’s more than enough,” came the retort, laced with nervous laughter.
”If it earns extra coin, we should encourage it,” a bolder voice cut in. “Our time is limited—every client counts.”
The girls continued, their words mingling with the soft clink of wooden training tools as they practiced, lips brushing against polished surfaces in mimicry of the lesson. Eileen, half-listening, felt the weight of their shared fate settle deeper. This is our pride, our burden, she thought, her fingers tightening briefly.
”Still,” one maiden said, her voice softening, “that final moment… it was so tender. So heartbreaking.”
”I know,” another replied, her eyes distant. “To be held like that by a betrothed, teaching the next generation… I’ll have to do the same one day.”
Their destiny was inescapable, a path carved by duty. By showing it so rawly, Licoro had forced them to face it, to steel themselves. That was the pride of Lesta’s nobles—not to flinch, but to embrace.
Eileen glanced at the hourglass, sand slipping too quickly. “Oh—it’s time,” she said, rising. “I’ll take my leave, everyone.”
She slipped from the dim chamber, the weight of the lesson clinging to her like damp silk. Stepping into the sunlight of the Surface, she blinked against the brightness, her heart quickening. The one she’d been waiting for was due to arrive today.
Tymis, Naje’s deputy, stood waiting, his posture stiff but familiar. Beside him was a young woman, her presence like a spark in the golden light. “Eileen-sama,” Tymis greeted, his tone formal.
”Greetings, Deputy Tymis,” Eileen replied, her voice warm but measured. “This must be Clarice-sama, the Witch of Plenty candidate?”
”Indeed,” Tymis said. “She arrived moments ago. I was about to escort her to her quarters.”
”No need,” Eileen said, her smile softening. “I’ll take her from here.”
Tymis hesitated, then nodded. “Very well. Thank you, Eileen-sama.”
After confirming the room’s location, Eileen took Clarice’s hand, her touch light but deliberate. To others, it might seem unbefitting a second princess to guide a commoner so warmly, but Eileen didn’t care. Her heart had been restless for this meeting, this moment.
”Clarice-chan,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as they walked. “You’re the Witch of Plenty, aren’t you?”
Clarice’s eyes sparkled, meeting hers with recognition. “Of course. And you’re… Eil-Eil, right?”
They reached the room, and as the door closed behind them, the two girls faced each other, the air between them alive with shared memory. Their pasts, their truths, flickered in their gazes like candlelight.
”I’ve been dying to talk to you,” Eileen said, her voice bright with relief. “Later, we’ll share some sweets—simple ones, but they’re good. What do you say?”
Clarice’s eyes lit up, a playful grin curling her lips. “Thank you! I love sweets. I’ll savor them, imagining they’re from Yawashi-san’s own hands.”
The two girls, bound by their shared past at Takumi Nash’s side, settled into the warmth of reunion. The room, bathed in soft afternoon light, felt like a sanctuary for their whispered confidences.
Eileen leaned closer, her voice dropping to a fervent hush. “Clarice-chan, I need to tell you something. I want to stop the war. Will you help me?”
Clarice’s expression softened, a shadow of old grief passing over her face. “My brother… he died trying to protect me in that war. I’m in—completely. But,” she added, her tone teasing, “if I work hard, will you treat me to more sweets?”
Eileen laughed, the sound bright and unguarded. “Of course! We’ll feast on Yawashi-san’s treats until we can’t move.”
Their voices wove together, light and hopeful, unaware of the shadowed ears listening beyond the wall. Tymis’s subordinate, silent in the adjacent room, scribbled their words, every syllable destined for Naje’s desk. Eileen, her heart too full of trust and purpose, remained blissfully ignorant of the political web tightening around her.
Notes:
• Eileen – The second princess of Lesta Kingdom, encountered as part of reparations.
• McGaref – Fortress city, adventurer hub.
• Takumi Nash – Councilor of the McGaref Autonomous Government commanding the Liberation Army.
• Naje – First princess of the Lesta Kingdom and deputy commander. The tragic princess of the Lesta Kingdom who was executed for her country.
• Tymis – Deputy commander of the Lesta Kingdom.
• Clarice – The ‘Witch of Abundance’ from Lesta Kingdom.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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