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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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“Could you take off your skirt?”
I hadn’t been able to see exactly how she had been masturbating earlier because her skirt had been in the way. I needed a clearer view.
Camilla, complying with my instruction, removed her hand from beneath her skirt and began to undress.
She unbuttoned her skirt, her long, heart-shaped tail slipping out from the hole in the back, and the navy blue maid skirt fell to the floor.
Her panties, visible even through her white pantyhose, were stained a dark grey from her earlier self-pleasure.
The originally white fabric was now soaked with her arousal fluids.
Camilla bit her lip, seemingly embarrassed by the sight.
I assumed she had simply rubbed her fingers over her panties, driven by instinct, without any actual penetration.
Like a pubescent girl discovering her sexuality, Camilla stood there, flustered and unsure what to do next. I gave her the next instruction.
“Now… take off your panties, too.”
Camilla paused, her hand halfway inside her pantyhose.
“My panties, too?”
I nodded.
“So I can see how you masturbate.”
“…Alright.”
With a reluctant nod, Camilla hooked her fingers into the waistband of her white pantyhose.
She slowly rolled them down, revealing her smooth thighs, then her slender calves, and finally her delicate ankles.
“…It’s a bit cold.”
Camilla, now clad only in her panties, shivered slightly and handed me the warm pantyhose she had just removed.
“Hold these for me, please.”
“Sure.”
I stuffed the pantyhose, still warm from her body heat, into my robe pocket.
“Wait a moment.”
While there was a large fire pit in the center of the tent for warmth, it was still quite cold.
Being nearly naked in a snow-covered mountain range, even indoors, was practically suicidal.
But I had magic.
If Dorothea could do it, so could I.
I activated my mana furnace, and an invisible wall of wind sealed the gaps in the tent entrance, preventing the cold air from entering.
Now, it was time to warm up the inside of the tent.
“Firebird Wind Shear.”
While this spell was originally intended to create a powerful blast of hot air, I would use it as a makeshift heater.
Since it wasn’t for combat, I minimized its power, letting the warm air circulate throughout the tent.
The hot air rose, and the cold air sank, creating a convection current. Repeated within the confined space, it formed a warm dome.
As the temperature inside the tent rose, Camilla, who had been shivering, relaxed.
I signaled for her to continue, and she nodded, removing her stained white panties.
A string of her arousal fluids stretched between her and the discarded garment as she pulled them off, creating a surprisingly erotic image.
“Oh…”
I couldn’t help but gasp.
That sight alone made this whole endeavor worthwhile.
My motivation increased significantly.
“Come a little closer.”
Camilla blushed but took a few steps forward.
Up close, I could see the light downy hair covering her tightly closed pussy. Since her body hair was white, it was barely noticeable, giving it an almost hairless appearance.
A hairy pussy that also looked hairless? Was that even possible?
It was incredibly arousing.
As if sensing my intense gaze, Camilla shyly covered herself with her hand.
I forced myself to look away.
I wasn’t here to sleep with her.
My purpose was to educate her, to impart the knowledge she sought, as her teacher.
Reminding myself of my original goal, I took a deep breath to regain my composure and said,
“Now, let’s try a different method of masturbation.”
“…Alright.”
I crouched down in front of her.
“Spread your legs.”
“My legs?”
She seemed confused, but I pressed on.
“Stop questioning everything and just do as I say. I’m not doing this for my own benefit, you know.”
“…Understood.”
Slightly subdued, Camilla sat on the bed and spread her legs.
Her labia parted, revealing the pink flesh within.
She was already soaking wet. Ready for penetration without any further foreplay.
I gave her the next instruction.
“Touch that little nub with your finger.”
“…This?”
Camilla looked down and, with an innocent expression, touched her swollen, red clitoris.
At that moment,
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Her slender back arched, and her wings and tail spasmed like a fish caught on a hook.
Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, she lost all control.
Squirt! Pffft!
A whitish fluid gushed from between her labia.
I covered my face with my hand, dumbfounded.
A succubus with top-tier sensitivity but a bottom-tier pussy? What a contradiction.
We had a long way to go.
As Camilla gasped for breath, still reeling from her first orgasm, I continued my explanation, which had been interrupted by her sudden climax.
“That nub you just touched is called the clitoris. It’s a bundle of nerves, very sensitive, and the part most women touch during sex or masturbation.”
Camilla, her eyes glazed over, stared blankly at the ceiling, then, as if suddenly snapping back to reality, she quickly closed her legs.
She must have been embarrassed by her earlier display.
Hmm, what should I do?
I had intended to teach her about fingering as well.
But she was so sensitive that continuing the lesson seemed impossible. I decided to end it here.
We had covered quite a bit, and it wouldn’t be good to push her too hard on the first day.
“I think that’s enough for today.”
“…I can do more.”
“You squirted after touching your clitoris once. Don’t try to act tough.”
I had intended to keep the lesson short, but we had spent quite a bit of time, thanks to her responsiveness.
It was all because she was so damn arousing.
I laid Camilla, who still seemed dazed, on the bed.
“In our next lesson, I’ll teach you about using toys for masturbation. Until then, work on your tolerance for pleasure. That’s your homework.”
Camilla nodded weakly, her face flushed.
Now then…
I looked around the tent.
The previously clean space was now covered in Camilla’s fluids.
If I left it like this, it would be discovered…
I need to clean this up.
I decided to let Camilla rest while I cleaned up the mess.
I dispelled the wind barrier at the entrance, letting the trapped air escape.
Next, I had to eliminate the scent.
A succubus’s sweat contained pheromones, acting as an aphrodisiac.
Spray! Spray!
While not its intended purpose, fabric refresher was incredibly effective at eliminating odors in confined spaces.
I sprayed the air, and the musky scent was instantly replaced by a refreshing herbal fragrance.
Still not satisfied, I sprayed the entire tent and used magic to erase any remaining traces of our activities.
By the time I finished cleaning, the sun was beginning to set.
Camilla, who had taken a short nap, woke up with a satisfied expression, promising to diligently review the lesson.
“I’ll be more prepared next time.”
She would need some reference materials.
We sat on the bed, chatting idly, when a familiar voice called out from outside.
“Master Patrasche!”
I poked my head out of the tent and saw Eva, the Centaur, waiting for us.
“Would you like to join us for dinner?”
She was likely being considerate of us, the newcomers. I readily accepted her invitation.
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