"Hah..."
My thick cock was slowly sliding into Eirin's depths.
Starting from the tip, then quickly up to the upper shaft. Her soft pussy was devouring my length.
Eirin had already experienced a man through me.
But given the sheer size of my cock, an unexpected look of bewilderment crossed her face. She let out a slightly ragged breath. There must have been more pain than anticipated.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
But thanks to the effect of my pre-cum, the pain seemed to subside quickly. Eirin's entrance twitched, squeezing me tight.
'As expected... Even with experience, this pressure is unreal.'
Was there any squeeze in the world that felt this good? The pleasure hit me right away, making my lower abdomen feel heavy.
Eirin hadn't started the full woman-on-top motion yet. Because of that, every inch of her secret depths pressed vividly against the surface of my cock.
I leisurely savored the sensation of her vaginal folds wrapping around my cock in preparation.
"Young Master... Am I too heavy... or uncomfortable for you?"
"It's fine. Doesn't matter."
Eirin was slim, so she wasn't heavy at all.
She was holding herself up with her legs spread wide over my hips. It required impressive balance and lower body strength.
But Eirin was just a maid, not a trained knight or soldier. Sure enough, I could feel her body starting to tremble soon after.
'Even if she practiced while attending me, holding steady impaled on my cock like this must be a first for her.'
I gently pulled Eirin's upper body toward me.
"Lean on me in whatever position feels comfortable. If you're uncomfortable, it makes me uncomfortable too."
"Hup... Understood."
Unlike her skilled caresses or fellatio, Eirin still seemed awkward with direct intercourse.
When I pulled her even closer into my arms, she hesitated shyly.
Seeing her, always so composed, floundering a bit like this—it was so unlike her usual self, almost like a virgin, and it only heated me up more.
"Eirin. Try moving your hips slowly?"
"Y-Yes... Young Master... Hah..."
Eirin wasn't as adept at woman-on-top as I'd thought.
But the natural compatibility between our bodies was perfect. I adjusted my hips slightly to guide her into getting comfortable in this position.
Soon, the up-and-down rhythm began.
"Hng... Ngh..."
Eirin's breathing grew quicker bit by bit. Matching it, my pleasure intensified steadily. It was a different kind of sensation from when I thrust into her myself.
I gently pushed back the Eirin who had pressed herself tightly against me.
"Yeah... Good... Not bad at all. Keep moving on your own to feel even better."
"Haah... Young Master... Got it... Hah..."
Her hip movements were speeding up. Her face flushed like a ripe apple.
From this close, I could feel her sweet, sticky breath.
Eirin's upper body pulled away slightly from me. With the widened view, I could see our joined parts explicitly intertwined.
Slap— Slap—
The sound of skin colliding filled the carriage. Along with it, Eirin's pink pussy, busily devouring my cock, captured my gaze completely.
A neat, hairless cherry-colored slit—yet obscenely slutty at the same time.
Squelch— Squelch—
Like it would never let go, her pussy squeezed my cock wildly, coating it in her juices.
My fully engorged cock, plunging in and out of her depths, grew even stickier and wetter.
"If... if your precious part hurts or feels uncomfortable... please tell me..."
Even as she said that, there was an uncharacteristic selfishness in the way Eirin worked her hips.
"I'm fine. Don't worry—just focus."
"Yes... Young... Haang..."
Eirin's pale body was heating up redder by the second. That primal way she craved a man.
And as she grew accustomed to the pleasure of woman-on-top, her ecstatic, unfamiliar expression stirred an indescribable sensuality.
'Eirin... she's feeling it more than me.'
Her moans grew even more explicit.
"Ahn... Ahng... Haang! Young Master... this... Ahnng..."
Like a bitch lost in mating, Eirin cried out wildly.
She seemed fully adapted to the position now. She shook her hips vigorously without even holding onto me.
I gripped her bouncy ass firmly.
"Haaang... Yes... Ahnng..."
My own pleasure peaked, the urge to cum building. I hurriedly moved my hands to her breasts, preparing for climax.
"Young Master... Ahng... Not there... Haang!!"
Her beautifully teardrop-shaped breasts. I squeezed those luscious mounds tightly.
"Haang... Haang..."
With her sensitive spots stimulated from above and below, Eirin's eyes lost focus. I placed my hands back on her waist, urging her toward orgasm.
"Aaaaahng!!!!"
Eirin finally reached her peak.
"Ngh. Here it comes, Eirin!"
At the same moment, I unleashed my seed endlessly into her depths.
"Haa... Haa..."
White semen quickly filled her pussy. At the same time, Eirin's juices squirted out. Our fluids mixed and trickled down.
We were both lost in the afterglow of orgasm. Exhausted, Eirin slumped against my chest.
"Haa... Haa..."
She panted with a sweet, milky breath. I held her gently.
Eirin seemed eager to move but couldn't quite manage it.
I had no desire to pull my still-buried cock out of her either.
And so, tangled together, we shared the lingering pleasure for a while.
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"We're almost there."
Eirin's eyes, glazed from the intense sex, sharpened as the orgasm's aftermath faded. She was back to her usual self.
As she dismounted, she bowed her head repeatedly.
"I'm sorry for showing such an unseemly display, Young Master."
"It's fine. It wasn't bad."
Far from bad—it was insanely good. Woman-on-top felt like a whole new world.
My cock was still rock-hard, ready for more, leaving me unsatisfied. But this was carriage service, not bedtime, so I had to hold back.
'Can't go out like this anyway.'
The carriage was stocked with wet cloths and cleanup supplies for her to handle the aftermath.
Eirin busily wiped away the sticky traces of our passion from both of us.
By the time we looked presentable again, the carriage arrived in Reinhime.
"We've arrived."
The smooth, vibration-free ride made it hard to tell. I peeked out the window—sure enough, we were in the heart of an unfamiliar city, just as she said.
"Could you confirm today's schedule, Eirin?"
"Of course."
The main purpose of visiting Reinhime was to get a magic portrait for Princess Lillia.
But Julian's casual clothes from the mansion were utterly unfit to be seen. No way to take a photo looking like a clown, so new outfits were needed.
"First, we'll visit the tailor shop with long ties to the Reinhardt family."
I knew the shop she meant. Unlike ordinary clothiers, clothes from there were proper items.
'A place for high-grade items.'
Eirin continued.
"Next, a nearby barbershop to tidy your appearance. Then to the magic portrait studio to have yours drawn."
"How long does a magic portrait take?"
"The spell activates instantly, but the dye needs about two hours to set. We don't have to wait—we can have it delivered to the Reinhardt mansion."
We had plenty of time today. Picking it up myself after a short wait wouldn't be bad.
"It's been a while since I've gone out, so let's spend that time sightseeing."
"Understood, Young Master."
Come to think of it, the trait 'Ordinary Noble Scion' was still active.
'Deactivate it, and my speech would return to normal. But wasting mana like this is a shame.'
Julian hadn't awakened mana yet. The system's compensatory mana was what let me use these useful traits.
Truth be told, I'd activated it during travel for the carriage service—to lead Eirin with a noble's haughty demeanor.
Seeing her melt from it was more than satisfying for me.
'I've had my fun. I can mimic noble speech without it now anyway. Let's try without the trait.'
I deactivated the trait. At that moment, Eirin pressed a button inside the carriage.
The door opened, and coachman Hans bowed politely to me.
"Young Master. The carriage is inconvenient for touring Reinhime. I'll summon rickshaws immediately."
"Do that."
"And your escort will continue to be Knight Uriel."
"Got it. Thanks."
I glanced at the person bowing beside Hans. A redheaded female knight. Her face was familiar too.
Uriel, the knight who'd guarded Julian since enrolling at Pantheon.
'She's even prettier in person.'
Unlike Eirin's aloof coolness, she was a different kind of beauty. But as a knight, she took her role with immense pride and responsibility.
That gave her face a stern, icy demeanor in her own style.
'And unlike Eirin, she's hostile toward scumbag Julian.'
Uriel belonged to the White Night Knights, the Border Count's strongest spear. For a knight who lived and died by honor, babysitting a wastrel young master was no doubt unwelcome.
But Uriel would undoubtedly be a huge help to me. The military parade in Essenmont before winter break ended.
To stand proudly before that elite army as the Border Count's heir, I needed serious preparation.
Uriel was perfect for that.
'She's skilled. She'll help awaken my mana too.'
I finished my brief thoughts.
"Then you'll have to wait alone, Hans."
"Y-Yes, Young Master."
"Sitting alone in the coachman's seat for hours?"
"Yes! I'll be on standby anytime you wish to leave!"
Hans was full of vigor. A kind-faced young man. Whipping someone like him—even if I didn't do it myself—pricked at my conscience.
"No need. It'll take a while today, so grab a meal at a nearby restaurant or something. Essenmont winters are brutal."
"I-I'm really fine!"
"Eirin, give Hans a little tip. It's a bustling area—plenty to see."
"Y-Young Master. I really...!"
"No more arguing."
"I-I'm sorry!"
I left Hans behind and rode rickshaws with Eirin and Uriel.
"Reinhime's a nice place. Full of life."
Sealed against the winter chill, but through the window, the streets bustled.
Far from Julian's 'stinky rural dump' assessment, it was thriving—like a touristy Central European hub.
"After the family head aggressively developed the west, wealth flowed into Reinhime. Not quite the capital, but as Essenmont's hub, it's something to be proud of."
"Hmm..."
If I survived well, it'd be my land someday. But first, immediate problems loomed.
The first hurdle in Demon King's Son was that military parade. Julian should've attended last year upon adulthood.
'But he skipped it. No way a wastrel could face the White Night Knights' killing intent head-on.'
In this isekai continent Iseland, the Essenmont Border County was infamous for its harshness.
The Border Count's army bore the brunt of western monster incursions. Among them, the elite White Night Knights were each walking weapons against great beasts.
'That's the setup. Uriel's hostility toward me was no joke earlier.'
I needed at least their minimal recognition to enjoy academy life worry-free.
And to claim the White Night Knights as my own power—that was key to conquering Demon King's Son.
"Young Master. We've arrived at the tailor shop."
To start, I'd at least look the part.
'As the Demon King's son, boosting my appeal is a good method too.'
I entered the shop with my group. But as soon as we did, something unexpected happened.
The shop owner spotted me, startled, and bowed 90 degrees.
"Count, I'm sorry! It's... impossible right now!"