"Motegi-sama, I'm cumming... again, I am... aaahhn...!!"
"Cum as much as you want, Kimberly. I love it. Let it out."
"No...! No, Motegi-sama, please... I'll die, if I cum again, I will die...!"
How long has it been since Motegi-sama first took me?
I do not know. I have lost track of time completely, lost any sense of anything except his arms around my thighs and holding me suspended in the air, his chest pressed hard to my back, his throbbing cock inside me, my head thrown back against his shoulder, and my strained arms around his neck as I cannot support myself anymore. I do not even know how many times we have both come, it feels like his thick cock can make us both climax in a single thrust.
And he has not slowed down, not for a second. He is still fucking me hard, standing behind me and lifting me as if I weigh nothing, and I cannot do anything but moan, sob, and break for him.
"Fuck, Kimberly, I'm cumming again!"
"Aaahhh...!! You're breaking… my insides...!! I've never... never... felt like this... before...!!"
He comes inside me again and again, so much, so hot, I swear I can feel his seed shooting up into my womb and overflowing it. And my body answers by exploding around him, my pussy squirting out a flood, not just around his cock but splattering wet and hot onto the floor below, so loud I can hear it.
We barely last a moment like that before he shifts, moving my limp legs down and changing our position again. Now I am standing, though my legs are shaking so hard that I have to bend forward and grip the edge of the bed. He is behind me, still thrusting relentlessly and driving into me so deep I feel him in my stomach.
"Motegi-sama...! Aahhh...! What... what is this...?! You are... deeper...!"
"Kimberly, I can't get enough of you. You're so perfect!"
His hands suddenly leave my hips and seize my breasts, squeezing hard, pinching both nipples between his fingers as he slams my hips back to meet his every thrust.
"Kimberly!"
Before my mind can even process it, my body already answers as jets of milk spray out of me, splattering across the sheets.
"Aaahhnn! Motegi-sama... I'm spraying milk... I'm being bred... like a cow...!"
I wail, surrendering myself in shame.
If I could see myself in a mirror, I am sure I would be a disaster. My hair is tangled, soaking with sweat, and clinging to my cheeks. Tears streak down my face, snot mixes with drool on my lips and chin, and my mouth is open in a mindless panting. My poor breasts are sweating and spraying milk all over, and I can feel a thick mix of my own juices and his semen running down my thighs, pooling under my feet.
I must look disgusting and ugly right now.
But is that what Motegi-sama means?
Is this what he wants to show me?
For three hundred years, I had forgotten how it felt to be desired by men. But I was so sure, and none of it prepared me for this, for him. For the way his cock and hands obliterate everything I learned, turning me into a needy mess who cannot get enough and begs for more even when I think it will shatter my mind and leave me something new.
Is this what it means to be a woman again?
To be wanted so much that I lose my grip on everything?
To be brought to the edge of madness and bliss, to be claimed and filled and loved until there's nothing left but pleasure?
I thought celibacy and self-denial would sharpen myself. But... was I wrong all these years?
Did I let my womanhood wither by accident, trading it for magic, never realizing the loss?
Maybe Motegi-sama was right, the fire was always there. He's only guiding me back to it, not lighting it himself. He is showing me who I once was, not pushing me into a past I hated, but into a future I can crave.
"Fuck, Kimberly, you're so hot! I'm cumming again!"
I want to reclaim my past, but not all of it. I want to erase every old memory of men. I want to feel it all again, but only with Motegi-sama. I want him to fill me, fill my body, my mind, and my soul over and over with so much pleasure and love that I break and heal and break again, each time in his arms.
Please, Motegi-sama!
Make me yours!
Only yours!
Please, Motegi-sama!
"Aaahhhn...!! Motegi-samaaa...!!"
I scream so loud, my voice lost as he thrusts hard one last time, his semen spilling deep inside me again. My pussy clenches down, squirting, spraying his cock, and my breasts burst with milk as he grabs and squeezes them, and I let myself shudder for him.
**********
Once my climax has subsided, I pull out of Kimberly and stare at the sight in front of me: she sprawls across the bed, her upper body draped face-down into the sheets. Her legs dangle off the mattress, feet limp, the whole length of her trembling and shuddering, every muscle spasming with aftershocks. Her pussy is still gaping, coughing out a steady, obscene river of my semen and her love juices that trickles down the insides of her thighs until it pools beneath her feet and splatters the floor. Her whole body spent and utterly wrecked.
Her face is equally ruined, beautifully and perfectly. She's in a perfect ahegao, mouth lolling open, tongue hanging out, eyes glassy and unfocused. Tears and drool streak her cheeks, a thread of snot glistening under her nose.
Yeah, I think I was a bit too much on her.
And with that, I silently activate my [Aftercare] skill, and all the cum, milk, and sweat are gone in an instant, leaving both totally clean.
I crouch down and gently slip my hands beneath her knees. She doesn't resist, barely even stirs as I lift her legs and help her onto the bed properly, straightening her out so her whole body can rest on the soft mattress.
Despite still not being satisfied and wanting to keep going again, I decide to hold back this time. Kimberly probably hasn't had sex in three hundred years, so she is different than Yomogi or Chantal.
Yomogi had been a widow, probably untouched for years, but the full moon and that aphrodisiac slime sent her instincts into overdrive, letting her match me climax for climax. And Chantal boasted about how she loved adventure and sex equally, so her stamina was decent.
But Kimberly, her absence from pleasure was so much longer than Yomogi's, so her body is still relearning everything and I can't force it the same way as Yomogi or Chantal.
Then, her breathless voice, barely a whisper, comes out.
"Motegi-sama… thank you…"
"Why are you thanking me? It should be the other way around, Kimberly. I mean, you accepted Berland's invitation to service me here, and you saved me from his girls that I already consider as my students."
Kimberly lets out a ragged laugh and looks up at me.
"You know... I just... remembered something. No man... has ever... made me... climax before. You are… the first."
"Really?"
"No… never. The only time… I ever felt... something… like that… was… by accident… when I was… a prostitute… a long time ago. I… discovered it… myself… and after that… I would do it… alone… to feel good. But… for three... hundred years… I... haven't… touched myself… not once…"
She breathes out, lips curling into a tired smile.
"Once… a man… finishes… inside… it's done. The process… always the same. Penetration… then ejaculation… no matter… what the woman… feels…"
I frown as my curiosity turns in.
"So, you've never even experienced foreplay before?"
She blinks in confusion.
"Fore... play?"
"Yeah, you know. Like we did earlier before sex."
She shakes her head.
"No… never. All… the women… here… We only know… penetration… as sex… Nothing else…"
Now it makes sense.
That's why Yomogi and Chantal, one a widow and one a hedonist, were both so stunned. They always learned, not going along with me right away. Every act that felt normal in my world was really something new for them.
And it makes me even more curious about Kimberly.
"What was it really like for you… as a prostitute back then, Kimberly?"
She smiles calmly.
"It wasn't… as terrible… as you might… imagine… Motegi-sama. Not for me…"
Then, she pauses for a while before she continues.
"The coup… three hundred years ago… it was… terrible…"
Yes, I can imagine that.
The ten years that turned this beautiful nation into chaos.
"Men… were thrown… into prison… for doing nothing. Children… taken… from their families. Women… used… just for the pleasure... and passed... between several men… in one night..."
She shifts slightly and speaks again.
"But Berland's father… the previous owner… he was different. He took us... and despite... he was forced... by those... heartless tyrants... to make us... worked... as prostitutes... he... insisted… that one woman… would serve... only one man… per night..."
"Ah, I see..."
Actually, I don't want to imagine that kind of gangbang thing in my mind. I mean, just because they could only cum once and be done, they had to share the very same woman in one night.
And I'm not trying to joke either, but I think that was also the reason why Chantal hopped from man to man. So, if those greedy men in Heiligeichen had to cover their weak pride with rough treatments of women, Chantal exploited that instead and obliterated it.
"So yes… the idea… that this brothel... was a shelter… is true..."
After that, she smiles faintly.
"Motegi-sama… do you remember… when I said... Berland… is a kind person?"
"Yeah, I do."
"He was… about my age… back then. Just a... young... innocent boy… always... following his father... around. Watching us… curiously…"
Then, she giggles.
"Is it... funny, Motegi-sama? Berland did not learn… about brothels… from his father. He learned… from us... from me... too..."
"Ahaha... Yeah, I guess that is..."
But honestly, that's just common sense, isn't it?
I mean, if a brothel owner had a kid, of course they wouldn't want their kids learning something that's not age-appropriate.
And then I remember something she said earlier.
"You said that your life as a prostitute wasn't that terrible. Is all of this... what you meant?"
"Yes, but there is... more..."
She takes a breath, her eyes drifting to the ceiling.
"My family… had... a strange... reputation. For generations… we were known… for awakening our magic… late..."
"Late?"
"In Heiligeichen… most awaken magic… as children. But my family… always awakened it… a little older… than the rest..."
Hold on...
Does that mean...
"Kimberly, don't tell me…"
Before I can finish asking, she cuts me off and answers.
"Yes. I awakened... my magic… when I was... a prostitute..."
"As I thought..."
"When the coup... ended… Berland's father... gave all of us... a choice. We could stay… continue our lives here… or leave... and start over. Half stayed… because... they'd come... to love this place… how they were... treated here. The other half… left... and I was... one of them..."
And she exhales and closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them again.
"I left... Heiligeichen… and started... my journey… to live... with the wind. To learn... how to become... the wind… how to exist... with it. In that moment… I cut myself... off… from all men... and from all... memories of them. So I could live... freely… and learn... how to be… the wind..."
Then, she chuckles to herself.
"But... when I came back… a hundred years later… Berland... had already... inherited the brothel..."
I look at her, just watching her and fascinated by the journey she has.
It's not about the typical journey of being broken and then becoming strong, nor is it a journey about redemption either. It's more like going from being unsure to simply living freely.
"I'm glad I met you, Kimberly."
Her eyes soften as she giggles again.
"Me too… Motegi-sama. Me too…"
As I still look down at Kimberly, I can't help but smile. And I know that I want her even more than ever.
"Kimberly, let's kiss now."
She blinks, then nods, her lips parting softly.
"Y-Yes… Motegi-sama…"
"Come. Sit up for me..."
"Y-Yes..."
I hold out her hand, and she rises with effort, her limbs shaky but obedient as she settles in front of me, knees pressing together and hands resting on her lap. Then, I lean forward and gently cup her cheeks.
"Ready?"
"Yes... Motegi-sama..."
Once she gives me a nod, I capture her lips, slow at first before pressing deeper, opening her mouth and finding her tongue. Our tongues tangle as her lips part wider for me.
"Chuu... mmmh… chuu… nnhh…"
Her moans are muffled on my lips, her body shivering as if she's still learning. The way she shudders, how she chases my lips and clumsily swirls her tongue against mine, letting our saliva mix and drip between us, is just so adorable and irresistible at the same time. And I realize she really is just like Yomogi and Chantal after all.
When I break the kiss, Kimberly's eyes flicker down, and she is shocked at what she sees.
"Motegi-sama… your cock… it's… hard… again…?"
"Of course it is. How could I not, when I've got a cute, sexy woman like you in front of me?"
Then, she blushes and her ears twitch.
"You… such a tease… Motegi-sama…"
After that, we settle ourselves into position.
"Are you ready, Kimberly?"
"Yes… please... Motegi-sama…"
And just like that...
"Aaaahhh… Motegi-samaaa…!"
We continue to fuck throughout the night.