This was too harsh a trial.
No matter that it was to prove he was a disciple who wouldn't get aroused by his master, keeping his sanity with his cock wedged between a woman's plush, pillowy buttocks was impossible even for a sage.
Zeke faced the greatest crisis of his life.
His heart pounded faster and more dizzily now than when he'd been surrounded by dozens of orcs on the front lines as a mercenary.
His cock was firmly trapped between Freya's springy, resilient cheeks, showing no sign of slipping free.
To pull it out, he'd have to grab her ass and spread the cheeks apart, or wait for the erection to subside—but shrinking his throbbing hard-on in this situation was out of the question.
I'm gay, I'm gay, I'm gay!
He desperately denied his sexual orientation in his mind, but the firm, squeezing pressure of her cheeks kneading both sides of his cock kept trying to ignite his lust for women.
A butt massage from his master.
Not massaging her ass, but her ass massaging him.
His mind felt like it was about to fly away.
And beyond the friction of his cock rubbing in her cleft, holding Freya in his arms filled him with her feminine softness, driving him even madder.
How long do I have to stay like this?
Just as he thought that, Freya spoke up.
"Shall we get out now?"
"Yes."
Zeke answered quickly, as if he'd been waiting for it.
"Let me up now—will you release me?"
"Huh?"
"My waist. You're holding it right now."
Zeke's arms wrapped around Freya's body.
He'd been so focused on his crotch that he'd forgotten.
Zeke immediately let go.
"Ah, sorry."
Freya rose from her seat.
In the process, her plump ass smothered Zeke's face.
"Kyaa!"
This wasn't on purpose.
This was a real accident.
Freya flailed and slipped, crushing Zeke's face under her ass.
The intense, musky scent threatened to twist his nose as it overwhelmed his senses.
He took a big breath to get some air, only for the thick aroma to flood deep into his nostrils.
"Hiiik…!"
Freya's back arched straight up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Zeke's hot breath had brushed her asshole.
To a witch, the asshole served no real purpose, but it was incredibly sensitive.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
"Ha-ut…!"
Zeke tried to say he couldn't breathe and to get up.
But with his mouth smothered by her soft, jiggly labia, he couldn't speak.
Instead, the vibrations from his lips transmitted straight to her petals.
Her pussy, already sensitive from masturbating before entering the bath, mistook the stimulation for more self-pleasure and leaked love juices.
The sticky, thick, salty fluid wetted the tip of Zeke's tongue.
Unable to breathe, Zeke suddenly recalled his mercenary days.
One mercenary had pointed at a big-assed woman and bizarrely said he'd happily suffocate with his nose buried in an ass like that.
This was exactly that situation.
With his nose buried in her ass, he'd suffocate if he stayed like this.
In the end, to survive, Zeke grabbed Freya's legs and lifted her up.
"Puha…! Haa… Huu…!"
Having lifted Freya, Zeke gasped for breath.
"Master, are you hurt anywhere?"
Once his breathing steadied, Zeke checked on Freya.
"I-I'm… Hoo… fine."
The moment she said that.
Feeling something poking her pussy, Freya realized her predicament.
Her legs were held high by Zeke.
Her crotch spread wide open like a product on auction, displaying her most private parts to full view.
And right below her pussy, Zeke's cock jutted out, making it look like it was growing from her own body.
The classic mating press position.
"Z-Zeke…! Put me down…!"
Freya squirmed.
She reached down to cover her shame, but shifting her hands forward threw off her balance, nearly toppling her. She couldn't cover up or close her legs, left with her pussy fully exposed.
"Ah…!"
Understanding the situation, Zeke carefully lowered her.
Her legs gave out, and Freya collapsed in place.
"I'm really sorry!"
Zeke apologized frantically.
"N-No need to apologize… Ack!"
What twist of fate was this?
The moment she turned her head, Zeke's rigid cock jabbed her cheek.
Her eyes widened at the throbbing member right in front of her face.
"Uh… Ah… Th…."
"S-Sorry! Really sorry!"
Zeke stumbled back, putting distance between them.
He wrapped a towel around his waist to cover his lower half.
"Huk… Heuk… Hooo…."
Overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of stimuli, Freya panted, unable to collect herself.
Thump-thump! Thump-thump!
Her heart pounded violently inside, like fists hammering away.
"Master, are you okay?"
Zeke draped a large towel over Freya's shoulders.
"My head's a little dizzy."
"I'll get your robe."
"Please."
Zeke fetched the robe and helped her into it.
"You go out first."
"Let me escort you to your room."
"I said get out."
Freya scowled and shooed him away.
"Yes…."
Zeke bowed his head and left the bath.
Alone in the bathhouse, Freya let out a long sigh and slumped over.
"What the hell am I doing...."
A master seducing her disciple.
She'd done something awful.
Self-loathing washed over her.
Her mind insisted this was wrong, but when she saw Zeke's cock harden with excitement at the sight of her body, and felt it rubbing in her cleft, she'd felt a ugly joy as his master.
Zeke had said Freya was just his master, nothing more....
But getting erect meant he saw her as a sexual object, right?
Men's cocks got hard when they were sexually aroused.
She was glad her disciple's cock had gotten hard for her.
Glad that he saw her as a woman.
But guilt immediately followed.
Pathetic, getting thrilled over such depravity.
And his arousal was from the physical stimulation to his cock, not because he liked his master as a woman.
In the end, it was all self-satisfaction.
Practically sexual harassment.
She felt like she was going insane.
2.
Leaving the bath, Zeke rummaged through his pockets.
"Oh, right."
He'd completely forgotten his cigarettes were out.
He needed to go to the village to buy more.
But he'd been too busy managing the estate to find time.
"I could really go for a smoke."
For now, he took deep breaths in and out.
"Haaa...."
Zeke leaned against the window.
"She must be pissed for sure."
Freya, scowling and gesturing for him to leave.
That was clearly anger.
Regardless of who started it or whose fault it was, he'd embarrassed his master, so she had every right to be mad.
And showing her his rock-hard erection like that....
She'd be disappointed.
He'd failed the test.
She'd given him a chance to restore their master-disciple bond, and he'd blown it.
But what could he do?
How could he not get hard in that situation?
Her ass kneading his crotch, then smothering his face while wafting her thick feminine scent everywhere—unless he was a eunuch, his cock was bound to swell up.
It was a natural reaction.
But honestly.
He'd been aroused, no denying it.
During the silence, a few dirty fantasies had crossed his mind.
If he'd wanted, he could've grabbed her waist like a handle and fucked her like a beast. Or when he was holding her up, used her like a sex toy.
He'd wanted to.
But doing that would've wrecked their relationship, hurt the woman he loved, and earned her eternal hatred.
Momentary pleasure wasn't worth eternal separation.
"I need to try harder."
Freya was stripping naked and trying to rebuild their old bond, so Zeke resolved to restrain his desires even more and make the effort.
That was when it happened.
A carriage entered the estate garden.
A pure white carriage pulled by white horses.
"That's...."
A guest.
Barrier wards surrounded the estate, so only those permitted by the witch could enter.
A carriage arriving meant a guest of the witch.
And the emblem on the carriage door revealed who it was.
A cross embedded with an octagonal gem.
The symbol of the Lumina Church, worshippers of light.
Seven stars encircled the emblem.
It meant one thing.
A Saintess.
Specifically, the emblem of one Saintess selected from the seven through the Great Saintess system.
The Great Saintess, Ariel Violet, had come to visit the Witch of Sorrow.
Zeke's face turned grave.