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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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A first experience is always nerve-wracking.
The first time I was put in chains, the first time I met a master, the first time I saw a slave contract being exchanged before my eyes.
The first time I met friends.
The first time I parted with friends.
The moment I realized there was nothing I could do despite being unjustly enslaved.
For me, first times always remained as intense memories.
Life’s turning points weren’t something you could forget so easily.
When a person is forced to accept a series of shocking first experiences, they are bound to become twisted.
Every moment that could be called a “first” came together to create the person I was.
A fool tangled in a victim complex and rage.
What kind of person was Sylvia before she met me?
“Hello.”
A person drawing doesn’t care about the quality of the canvas.
They just need a clean, clear canvas to leave their mark on.
In this moment of glorious meeting, I mixed a friendly smile with useless thoughts and bowed my head.
Sylvia looked at me with a bewildered expression, then took a step back with a slightly fearful look.
Sophia wrapped a hand around her waist and naturally pushed her back into the room.
Sylvia, a cloistered mage from birth, couldn’t overcome Sophia’s strength.
She seeped into the room as helplessly as a pebble swept away by the tide.
Although she had done nothing, Sylvia’s cheeks were flushed crimson to match the colors of the room.
“Um… excuse me, but could you possibly…”
She asked for my name.
It was Sophia, not me, who answered her question.
“He’s my boyfriend.”
“B-boyfriend? But this person is…”
Sylvia remembered the first time we had truly met.
We had met in Alice’s room, and Alice had introduced me as her attendant.
But you don’t call a fleeting moment like that a meeting.
Only now, in this moment where we could look each other in the eye and talk, could we say we had truly met.
“Yes. Alice’s attendant. I heard you’ve seen each other’s faces. But you don’t know his name, right?”
“N-no.”
Even after hearing the explanation that I was Sophia’s boyfriend, Sylvia could only cast a doubtful gaze.
I continued to smile and sat in a demure posture.
Her aversion to men was evident in her gestures and movements, as she refused to step onto the carpet.
Sophia said.
“Come in. It’s okay. He may be my boyfriend, but he’d die if I told him to. Hey. Kneel.”
“Yes.”
I followed Sophia’s words exactly.
Seeing me actually kneel and act so obedient, Sylvia looked a little relieved.
Just as a fierce dog becomes less intimidating when on a leash, anxiety about men decreases when you show them a means of control.
Sophia held up her index finger and said.
“This is a secret from Alice, okay? Alice really hates me. She might get angry if she finds out I’m sleeping with her attendant.”
“Ah, yes. I understand.”
Sylvia was a good girl.
She would keep the secret about the secret training happening here.
Sophia spoke to me again.
“Move to the side.”
“Yes.”
Sophia seemed pleased with the situation of her giving me orders.
As she instructed, I went and stood in the corner of the room, and Sophia took Sylvia’s hand and led her to the bed.
Sylvia blushed, realizing that the red blanket and orange lighting created a very lewd and decadent atmosphere.
“S-so why is he here?”
Sophia smiled at Sylvia’s question.
And she lightly touched Sylvia’s breast and said.
“I brought him here specially to help our Sylvia gain some experience.”
“E-experience?”
“Yes. I can’t just bring some strange guy and have him do this and that with you, can I? You wouldn’t like that either. And I don’t want to entrust my precious friend, Sylvia, to a strange person.”
“Ah, b-but…”
Sylvia fidgeted with her fingers and kept glancing my way.
Sophia said to me.
“Hey, crawl on all fours.”
“Yes.”
As Sophia commanded, I started crawling on all fours.
Sophia looked even more excited as she said to Sylvia.
“See? I have complete control over him. He’d do anything for me, so there won’t be any strange accidents. He’ll only do as I say.”
Sylvia was watching me crawl with curiosity.
A flicker of pity passed through her eyes before disappearing.
Sophia said.
“You want to gain experience, don’t you? You have to cheer on your boyfriend. There’s no better opportunity than this, do you really not want to? Huh? I even found someone to help you like this.”
“Ah, w-well…”
Sylvia’s eyes wavered.
I naturally got up and dusted myself off, and Sophia grinned and grabbed Sylvia’s breast.
“Ah…”
“So, you’ll do it, right? Huh? It’s for your boyfriend. You have to practice. Practice.”
“O-okay… I’ll… practice.”
Sylvia said so with her head bowed.
We made eye contact, and then I gave a thumbs-up.
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“Wow…”
I was now sitting on the bed with my pants off.
Sylvia’s eyes were wide as she stared at my stiffly erect cock.
Sophia sat next to me, poking my cock, and I didn’t know where to look, so I looked elsewhere.
I thought it would be really awkward if I made eye contact with Sylvia.
I was now a teaching aid.
A teaching aid with no thoughts, observing everything.
“Oh, it’s so big… O-Orland’s must be bigger, right?”
Sophia gave a meaningful smile.
I had to clench my teeth to keep from laughing.
In terms of size, Orland was slightly smaller than me.
Sylvia was more focused on the movement of my swollen cock than our faint smiles.
“Touch it.”
Sophia said, pushing my cock forward a little.
Sylvia was startled and shook her head, saying.
“N-no…”
“You have to get used to it.”
“Ah…”
Her timid resistance crumbled at Sophia’s single suggestion.
She has to get used to it.
She rubs my cock for her boyfriend, Orland.
How enjoyable it is to see such a contradictory farce unfold before my eyes.
Her fingers were slender, and like someone who had never done a day of hard work, they had no calluses.
Her nails were neatly trimmed, and her hands smelled nice.
Sylvia’s hand hesitantly caressed my cock and then gripped it as if gathering a bouquet of flowers.
“And, like this.”
And then Sophia grabbed her wrist and started to move it up and down carefully.
The silhouette of my cock and her moving hand was reflected in Sylvia’s golden eyes.
“You move it like this. You can’t grip it too tightly, but you can’t let go either. You apply pressure at the right time, like this…”
In the middle of her sentence, Sophia changed her hand position and squeezed my cock a little harder.
When I flinched, Sylvia was startled and trembled.
A tense, thrilling feeling, like communicating with a cute wild animal, flowed between us.
“Yes. Don’t be too scared. Men aren’t such dangerous animals. They’re very, very weak creatures that you can devour whenever you want.”
As she said that, she continued to make Sylvia’s hand move.
Was the top student of the magic department a fast learner in this area as well?
Her hand, which had been moving like she was clumsily wiping something, was now caressing me with smooth and clean movements.
It wasn’t enough to be satisfying, but watching the not-so-awkward back-and-forth motion, Sophia whispered in a small voice.
“She’s better than me.”
“You’re only a genius in theory.”
“That’s mean.”
Sophia pouted.
Sylvia heard our conversation, looked up, and asked.
“Huh? D-did I do something?”
“N-no. You’re doing great. Just keep doing what you’re doing. How is it? Does it feel good?”
“Yes…”
I nodded.
More than Sylvia’s handiwork, the situation of her giving me a handjob for her boyfriend was driving me crazy with excitement.
The way her pretty lips let out ragged breaths and her breasts swayed felt so lewd.
It wasn’t just technique that excited a man.
A man gets excited by the situation too.
Her predicament and her awkward hand movements were raising my sensitivity as much as a skilled technique would have.
As I let out a ragged breath and showed my pleasure, Sylvia hunched her shoulders and said.
“Ah, um… something is coming out here…”
“It’s okay. Just keep moving.”
Pre-cum was flowing out, drenching my cock.
Her hand, which had been stroking my cock, was now covered in the slippery fluid and was moving even faster.
“It’s like… lubricant.”
Sylvia muttered that and started moving faster.
Sophia held my waist tightly and said to her.
“You’re doing great. Really…”
I, for my part, let out a light moan and trembled.
And to signal that I was about to cum, I poked Sophia’s ass with my finger.
Sophia nodded and said to Sylvia.
“I think he’s about to cum, what should we do?”
“Huh? W-what’s he going to cum?”
Sylvia asked with a confused expression.
Sophia giggled and soothed her anxiousness.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Just put your palm in front of it and move it faster.”
“P-put my palm there? Like this?”
She held out her palm as if she were holding her hand under a water dispenser, slightly stretching my cock.
At the same time, I spewed out the semen I had been holding back.
“Kyaa…!”
Sylvia was startled and trembled, but she didn’t back away.
My body went limp, and a feeling of exhaustion briefly took over me.
Sylvia stared at the semen filling her palm, not knowing what to do.
“Wh-what is this? Wh-what should I do with this?”
“It’s what a man releases when he feels good. Sylvia. You have a talent for this. You already made a man cum that much.”
At Sophia’s words, Sylvia made a strange expression and glanced at the semen again.
“We’ll be doing more later. For now, just throw that away.”
“O-okay.”
Her first handjob.
Sylvia was breathing heavily and wiping her hands.
The words that they would be doing more next time made her heart pound.
Like this, slowly, we were going to color her.
Like coloring a canvas.
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