Chapter 43

### Chapter 43: How to Steal a Wizard's Woman (1-27)

The corridor was already shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see even a foot ahead.

I cautiously took each step, minimizing my movements.

The place I arrived at was Sonya's room.

'The lights are off?'

[An unexpected reaction. I thought she would naturally want a relationship since she invited me to her home.]

Upon careful reflection, Sonya's behavior today was indeed unique.

Even if there was a dinner with her husband, her provocations in front of Luna and the fact that she made us alone in the carriage when we arrived at the mansion were unusual.

Even after staying at the house, there was no advance from her.

'It must be because of her husband, right?'

[It's difficult to determine the exact reason without knowing her true thoughts.]

Whether she noticed or not, what was important to me was one thing.

Click... Creak.

...I wanted to.

I cautiously entered, and Sonya was already lying on the bed, covered in blankets, sound asleep.

She was breathing lightly, completely defenseless and without any guard.

Despite occupying the large bed alone, the side next to her was left empty.

'Hehe, that spot is mine now.'

[You really do sound like a villain.]

I carefully approached the bed.

Sonya had pulled the blanket off her upper body, lying in a seductive pose.

As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, her figure began to come into view.

A one-piece pajama, indistinguishable between sky blue and white, revealed her body without reserve.

Perhaps due to tossing and turning in her sleep, the strap on her chest had come loose, exposing her large breasts, which were usually hidden by her professor's attire.

'Wow! Always new! Big breasts are the best!'

[...]

I chuckled and reached out to touch Sonya's chest.

The moment my fingers touched her nipple,

Snap!

"Ah!?"

Sonya suddenly sat up, grabbing my arm with her left hand and starting to cast a magic circle with her right.

Caught off guard by her superhuman speed, I hastily spoke in a small voice.

"It's me, me!"

"...Student Shugo?"

Sonya stopped drawing the magic circle and stared at me with the blue light it emitted.

She sighed and released her grip.

Then she gave me a firm punch on the head.

Thud!

"Ouch."

"You scared me..."

Sonya touched the lantern at the corner of the bed, lighting up the bedroom.

She began to scold me in a small voice.

After a few scoldings, noticing my dejected appearance, she sat on the bed and stroked my head.

"...Does it hurt? I'm sorry."

"It's my fault, really."

"Still, I'm sorry."

I sent a message of admiration to Sonya through the communication device.

'Wow, she's amazing.'

[That's because wizards are specialized in combat.]

'I thought professors just wrote on the board and gave good explanations...'

Today, I learned the hard way not to underestimate the profession of a professor.

I had touched the chest of a weapon that would be prioritized in a war.

...Although, it was warm and soft. Not a cold weapon, but a warm one, I suppose.

Sonya stroked my head for a while, then smiled mischievously.

"...You were trying to attack me, right?"

"Huh? No way. I was just worried if you were sleeping well."

"...Be honest."

"Yes. I was trying to attack you."

"Phew..."

I'm a scumbag...

I really didn't mean to say it, but it just came out reflexively.

I think Sonya's greatest charm is her ability to draw out people's inner thoughts.

She stroked my cheek and said,

"Still, not tonight. My husband is in the next room."

"..."

She probably doesn't know about the conversation between Karl and me.

I really wanted to tell her right now.

'Lady, I want to... Should I tell her that her husband gave permission...?'

[...? I think you should just say it.]

'No. The thrill of doing it while both knowing but with an inaccurate understanding is so exciting.'

[...]

I was certain.

To maintain the exciting relationship with Sonya, this kind of uncertain tension was necessary.

The fear that blossoms in the subtle ambiguity is bound to stimulate a person even more.

...And I just want to.

I came here with the confidence that I could do it, and I didn't want to leave without any results.

An idea suddenly came to me, and I proposed it to Sonya.

"Then, I'll touch Professor's body, and if you can hold back, I'll retreat gracefully."

"Really? Are you sure you're okay with that?"

Sonya looked at me with a mocking expression and started to stroke my penis.

"If you lose, can you just leave?"

"Of course."

"Hmm."

Except for the first day, most of the times we were intimate, Sonya took the lead.

No matter how hard I tried, Sonya was a woman who had learned all sorts of methods to cure her husband's erectile dysfunction.

But...

'Sonya Friedrich... to release the seal of my black dragon.'

[...]

I slowly slid my left hand into her skirt.

***

"Ah!! Ahh!!! Ahh! Ah!!"

Sonya, lying on the bed, covered her mouth with both hands, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to burst out.

She sent pleading looks, tears streaming down her face, experiencing pleasure she had never felt in her life.

Her thighs, already infected with the pleasure from her intimate area, had no strength left to clench.

Her trembling thighs could only support the invasion of my fingers.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ah! Ahh!!"

Occasionally, her cries of pleasure startled her, and she quickly covered her mouth with both hands again.

I smiled wickedly and said to Sonya,

"Professor? Surely it's not that far, right?"

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh~!"

She seemed to want to say something but couldn't remove her hands.

She just looked at me with tears streaming down her face, pleading desperately.

In my eyes, her expression seemed to be begging me to go on.

I love Sonya.

But sex isn't just about consideration and reading the room.

Sometimes, you need to push through with brute force.

The sight of a woman's defenses crumbling under my techniques is a lifelong dream for men.

And I could make any woman crumble with my hand skills.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh... Ah... Ah..."

I stopped just before she reached her climax.

Her intimate area was drenched, the pajama soaked through, and the bed was wet.

"Ahh... Please... Ahh... Just a little more..."

"How do you want it?"

"...Yes."

The Sonya who had shown her authority as a senior in front of me was gone.

She was just a woman whose defenses had crumbled, ready to accept everything.

"Then, can we do it tonight, Professor?"

"That... That's..."

Sonya, her face flushed, turned her head away and couldn't answer.

I wanted to lick the tears streaming down her face.

'Oh, incredible mental strength. I thought she would have completely crumbled by now.'

[She has tremendous mental strength.]

'...It won't work.'

[?]

'I'll keep going until she pleads in pleasure!'

[...]

I inserted my fingers into her again.

Sonya's precious intimate area was not just wet; it was overflowing, so hot that it was almost pitiful.

But what I wanted to see wasn't her beautiful intimate area.

"Ahh, no! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

I wanted to see her break down in front of me, pleading desperately.

Sonya covered her mouth with both hands and began to struggle, trying to suppress her moans.

Even though her intimate area was still drenched, it started to overflow again.

Caress, just before climax, caress, just before climax, caress...

After repeating this for an hour...

"Ahh! Please! Put it in! I can't hold it! It doesn't matter if my husband is here!"

Sonya finally let out a small cry, unable to bear it any longer.

It was a volume that could be heard by her husband.

I stopped and looked at Sonya.

Sonya, trembling, grabbed my arm and pleaded.

"Please... Ahh!"

I spread Sonya's legs and looked closely at the space between them.

Her neatly trimmed intimate area, which she had prepared before bed, was now a mess, drenched in her own fluids.

Sonya's precious intimate area was already red and swollen, ready to accept any intrusion.

Sonya looked at me with pleading eyes, filled with anticipation.

She expected me to enter her now that she had spread her legs.

"Ahh... Ahh..."

"..."

"Do you want it?"

Sonya's words were a last-ditch effort to maintain her dignity as a woman.

I smiled cruelly and looked down at her.

"...I don't think so. Your attitude is bad, Professor."

"Attitude? What... Ahh! Ahh!! Ahh!!"

But I shattered even her last bit of dignity.

I gently touched her swollen clitoris with my thumb and index finger, caressing it delicately.

"Ahh... Ahh... Ahh..."

It wasn't the same expression of pleasure she had shown before.

She was on the verge of losing consciousness, her eyes rolling back.

When I stopped caressing her clitoris, she looked at me with a drained expression, unable to close her mouth.

Sonya spoke with great effort.

"De... Devil..."

"What did you say?"

Sonya, unable to form words properly, managed to say her last words.

"Please... do it... Ahh!"

I immediately inserted my penis into her.

There was no resistance.

Instead, the bumps were lubricated by her fluids, making it easy for my penis to enter.

The temperature of her fluids felt like it was melting my penis.

With each thrust, Sonya extended her tongue and let out shallow moans, as if she were about to faint.

"Ahh... Ahh... Ahh..."

Her pupils didn't reflect my image.

Sonya, with no strength in her body, let her arms and legs dangle on the bed, focusing all her nerves on her intimate area.

I thrust into her with the thrill of having broken her.

Squish, squish, squish, squish.

"Ahh... Ahh... Ahh..."

"Ah! Ah! Professor, it's good!"

"I... I'm... Ahh..."

Holding on to her crumbling mind, Sonya managed to respond to my words.

And the final moment arrived.

"Professor, I'm coming!"

"Come... come..."

"Ah!"

"Ahh..."

I thrust my penis to the hilt, reaching her cervix.

The semen that poured into her cervix also spread into her mind.

"Ahh... Ahh..."

I panted heavily and looked at Sonya.

"..."

Sonya's eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

***

"Ahh... Ahh..."

Luna, her face flushed, lay in bed, lost in the afterglow.

She had never imagined that she could feel so good from solo activities.

But from a certain day, she started to indulge in self-pleasure every day, unable to stop.

She would promise herself it would be the last time, but the next day, she would think of the man in her head and indulge again.

Despite knowing it was a dirty act, she couldn't escape the addiction.

Luna, lost in the afterglow, thought to herself.

'How good would it feel if he put it in...'

Luna, imagining a thing she had never seen in her life, fell into a deep sleep.