Chapter 207: Never Again

[Author: shout-out to Fallen_Nephilim for the Dragon gift. Seriously, thank you!]

Ayame collapses onto my chest with heavy pants, her perky breasts rising up and down amidst her extreme heaving.

I envelop her with both of my arms and hug her firmly in a protective gesture.

Time passes as she remains in my embrace, slowly catching her breath.

"So this is what a real orgasm is… But I didn't squirt like Blossom…" She murmurs with a bit of disappointment evident in her tone.

I chuckle jovially and remove an arm from her back to instead caress her face. "Blossom didn't release so much on our first night either, but chances are, she is the special one in the squirting department, and not you the lacking one. You also released lots of fluids, just not all at once while suddenly erupting like she did."

"I see… a shame, I really wanted to squirt like a fountain. Doing so must feel absolutely ecstatic." She whispers, then moves her arms to hold my face in her two hands, and begins stroking my cheeks with her two thumbs as obvious signs of adoration, creating an incredibly warm and fuzzy environment by doing so.

"So is this the end or…?" I ask hopefully.

"Hehe. I was good, right?"

"Certainly. You became a completely different person, and your techniques were simply amazing, especially for an inexperienced virgin." I admit it easily.

"I'm glad to hear that. To answer your earlier question, yes, this is the end."

I can't help but let a small whimper out, making her giggle gleefully.

"We already did much more than you ever could've hoped for, so stop your whining, you severely overgrown baby."

She rolls off from my chest to my side, returning to the position she lay in before and snuggles close to me. I don't even have to lift her leg myself as she puts it back onto my abdomen so that I can begin stroking her delicate thigh once again. "Just to be clear, it was a one time occurrence." She states with complete confidence.

"Mhm."

"We will wake up tomorrow and never speak of what happened here ever again."

"Sure."

"We will never do anything sexual to each other ever again."

"Most certainly."

"I will be your teacher, warrior, and slave. That's it."

"Good."

"Quinlan… I'm serious."

"Maybe your pretty little brain tells you so, but you should try asking your heart instead."

Instead of waiting for a reply, which I know would just be her arguing, I lean forward and capture her lips in a kiss. She protests by trying to push my head away with her palm, but after a while her resistance lessens, until it gets erased completely.

We continue passionately exchanging our saliva for a good five minutes until I pull back and smirk victoriously. "So? Only teacher, warrior and slave?"

She grimaces with her beautiful features contorting heavily, "no, I refuse to accept this! I can't go from prodigious duchess-to-be to falling in love with my literal owner! That's the severest case of Stockholm syndrome I've heard of! I refuse!!!"

Something struck out to me with her statement. 'Did she just say Stockholm? There's no way they also have a city named as such and the term happened to be named after it. I can only make the assumption that my primordial race is acting as an always active translation machine, which explains why I could speak with Geim.

They probably have a different term for the syndrome, but I wouldn't know what she is talking about, so I heard it in my own language. Getting transmigrated to this world without the translation feature would've been a giant pain in the ass…'

With my observation noted, I return to the topic at hand. I spank her delicious behind mightily, eliciting a cute yelp by doing so. "Don't worry your pretty little head about such things, just go with the flow. I would also heavily argue that your heart wasn't a victim of the syndrome, as despite being my slave you've had a great deal of autonomy to do whatever you want, but let's just move on.

I recommend that you wipe my fluids off your back as soon as possible, or they will dry and stick to your skin. It's not the greatest feeling, I can tell you that much for certain."

Hearing my warning, Ayame's eyes snap wide open and she instantly jumps off of me to rush to a rag we have in the room.

Afterwards she reluctantly returned to the bed, glanced at the nightgown that she threw to the ground, but after some thinking just shrugged her shoulders and returned to her resting position by my side, and hugged me with both arms and legs. Sёarch* The Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I also enveloped her in my arms, then we spent a few hours chatting about various topics before finally falling asleep.

- Day 13 -

"Curses! Why did I have to sleep so well last night?!" I wake up to a disgruntled samurai's grumbling.

I open my eyes to see her sitting by the edge of the bed and holding her head in both of her arms like someone with a serious hangover would.

"What's the issue now?"

"Shut up, stop talking to me!"

Damn. Someone's in a really grumpy mood.

"Master, good morning!" I'm greeted by an avid lick from my other partner, who'd sometime during the night latched herself onto my other side, the one which wasn't occupied by Ayame.

"Have your energy reserves replenished?" I ask, though the answer is obvious just from glancing at her shining eyes.

"Yes! Blossom sees- and smells, quite heavily- that Master had lots of fun! Tell Blossom how it was!" She shouts while her eye's go from simply shining to straight up sparkling.

I chuckle amusedly and give her a peck on the top of her head. "I had an absolutely amazing time, but if you want details you should ask this young lady over here. It would be a great way to bond for you two." I say just as I reach out towards the sitting Ayame, envelop one of her beautiful, perky breasts in my hand and pull her back towards us.