"You want me to relieve your sexual urges?"
What the hell is this crazy bastard spouting now?
Hannah wore a blank expression, hardly believing her ears.
Her face was flushed crimson with shame as she silently mouthed words.
She couldn't put her current feelings into words.
Bewilderment? Panic? Rage? Disillusionment? Annoyance? Embarrassment?
Emotions that couldn't be easily defined spread throughout her entire being.
"...."
"...."
A heavy silence lingered for a moment.
"You son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you!"
Hannah screamed and channeled her inner magical power.
Kyle Smith had bothered to give her a day of lessons, but that didn't matter right now.
No, the effects of their superior-subordinate relationship were still somewhat present.
The fact that she called him a "son of a bitch" instead of "dog bastard" without thinking proved it...
Crack!
Hannah's hand became covered in fur, instantly transforming into that of a beast.
Just like when she beat up those thugs last night.
Since the space was limited, her entire right arm didn't transform, but she extended her arm towards Kyle Smith, her claws sharpened.
Swoosh.
It was at that moment.
"...!"
Kyle held up the tablet as a shield, and Hannah flinched.
Either way, her position hadn't changed at all.
"You, you...!"
"Don't get worked up and sit down."
"How can I stay calm right now?! And stop giving me orders!"
Hannah withdrew her hand and raised her voice once more, filled with the resentment that had been building since the afternoon.
Her animosity was no joke.
She glared at Kyle Smith as if beams would shoot out of her eyes.
'At this rate, I'll be torn to pieces.'
In contrast to her, Kyle asked calmly.
"Are you going to break the contract?"
"There was nothing like this in the contract!"
"You promised to do what Cynthia used to do for me."
"Wh-what?!"
"This is also included in the household chores of this house."
Just like going to the bathroom after eating, that's just how things are in this house.
Hannah's anger subsided slightly at his nonchalant tone and indifferent expression.
"D-don't lie!"
Hannah, her spirit somewhat broken, asked back as if she couldn't believe it.
"Cynthia is the class president! There's no way that model student would do that! I'm going to check!"
"How are you going to check? By calling her and asking if she gives me handjobs?"
Even so, there was no way she could ask so bluntly.
Kyle, well aware of this fact, confidently pushed forward.
"Go ahead, call her. Should I give you her number?"
"Ugh...."
Asking in the first place wasn't easy.
No matter how much she softened the words, she couldn't rashly pry into someone else's private life.
Above all, Hannah was a virgin.
The barrier was too high.
'Does Cynthia really do that? Maybe, am I the weird one?'
Hannah's thoughts spun chaotically, her mind becoming increasingly dizzy, and her common sense crumbling.
"Really? Everyone except me is doing that kind of thing so easily...?"
"According to statistics, the average age for the first experience is 19."
"Lies...."
"Of course, people with experience are more likely to respond to surveys, so the sample is limited, and in reality, it's probably a little higher."
"...."
"You know the bathroom at the end of the third floor of the academy's annex? If you go there, there won't be a day when there aren't condoms in the trash can."
"No, that can't be...."
"Don't you know what your friends are up to?"
"W-well, I only have Alex as a close male friend! Is there something wrong with that?"
"What about female friends?"
"Even if I do, they don't really talk about that kind of stuff! Except for a few who like that kind of thing!"
"Anyway, I'm saying don't be so sensitive. Sexual words or actions aren't bad, and you're an adult now."
Hannah, who looked like she was about to beat Kyle Smith to death, finally lowered her head.
"Besides, now that we're on the topic, this could be a good opportunity for you too?"
"What...?"
"To get some experience beforehand."
Kyle began to gaslight her in earnest.
Wrapping up his bullshit nicely.
"People often misunderstand, but men generally like women who are proactive and good at it."
"Good at it...?"
"Who would like a woman who is passive in everything and just curls up in bed?"
"Is that so...?"
"Judging by your reaction, Hannah, I think you're a virgin. If you don't believe me, ask your friends next time. Ah, the so-called bullies like to show off, so if you say you're a virgin, they might look down on you."
"Look down on me? Why is that?"
Hannah frowned slightly and asked back.
"If you have a new friend who has never hung out before, what's the first thing that comes to your mind?"
"Loser?"
"Exactly."
"Still, this is different."
"Do you prefer a friend who knows how to have fun, or a friend who is trying it for the first time?"
"I prefer the former. But weren't men usually supposed to like pure women?"
"Not all men only like virgins. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a single person in this world who likes married women?"
He meant that there were many people who liked women with experience.
"...."
"...."
"...?"
"...?"
Suddenly, Hannah blinked and tilted her head.
"Isn't it wrong to like married women?"
"Ah, that's right. It's dangerous to like married women in reality. I was just using it as an example, an example."
Hannah pondered at Kyle Smith's smooth explanation.
'If what he says is true, Alex Parker might like experienced women too....'
It seemed likely.
Alex Parker had many women around him, so he must have had a lot of sex.
'If I get compared to other women later....'
Once she got to that point, Hannah's view on whether or not she had experience completely changed.
"But why do I have to do it with you?"
A trace of resistance remained.
"We made a contract, didn't we?"
"...."
"And if a woman meets this man and that man and gains experience, she might look promiscuous. You don't want that, do you?"
"Uh-uh."
"So it's a good thing. We've already shared a secret, so it won't make a difference if we add one more secret to it."
Kyle Smith emphasized once again that it was a good opportunity.
"Haa...."
Soon after, Hannah sighed deeply.
'Is this right...?'
She still didn't like this situation due to her psychological aversion, but her sigh clearly contained agreement and surrender.
"What do I have to do?"
* * *
Late at night.
I led Hannah to the bed.
"Don't, don't pull my arm. Please, slowly...."
Hannah, who had been blushing all along, expressed her embarrassment.
Her movements, unlike those of a bully, had a huge gap between her daytime and nighttime selves.
In short, it was so hot.
'Come to think of it, she kept losing to me even during the day today.'
I let go of Hannah's arm and said.
"Don't be nervous, just sit down."
To be honest, I have no experience in training someone.
It would be weirder if I did.
Before being possessed into this world, I was just an ordinary Korean man.
But strangely, I was confident.
'It's not that difficult.'
All I had to do was act like the Golden Haired Guys and NTR guys I had seen on the monitor screen.
It was a confirmed outcome that countless women would fall for their actions and lines.
Repeating that fact, I began to kiss Hannah.
"Hngh!"
A strong reaction followed as I intertwined my tongue with hers and slowly explored every corner of her mouth.
Tap! Tap!
Hannah, like Cynthia before, resisted relatively timidly, tapping my chest.
But I continued to explore her mouth.
If she really intended to refuse, I would have already been torn apart or at least rolling on the floor.
Emboldened by the fact that I was still intact, I continued the passionate kiss.
"Hngh...."
Hannah, unsure how to handle her breathing, let out a groan mixed with pain for a moment.
"Ugh...."
A sweetness began to mix into Hannah's breathing, and only then did I break away.
"There, there was no mention of kissing."
Hannah grumbled softly with a complicated expression.
It didn't seem to be bad.
"This way, I don't have to get it up separately. Men get hard easily just from kissing."
"Th-that's why... It was my first kiss...."
"There are a lot of firsts. I'll keep it a secret, so don't count what you did with me."
"What nonsense... Ugh?!"
I shut her up again, exchanging saliva and leaving deep marks.
What kind of expression would Alex have if he saw this scene?
Imagining the face of that famous bastard twisting filled me with a much higher sense of elation and excitement.
But this was just the beginning.
"Touch it."
After the kiss, I grabbed Hannah's hand and guided it over my bulging pants.
"Ugh...."
"Now, take it out yourself."
"M-me, myself?!"
Hannah, her face about to explode with embarrassment, carefully pulled down my pants.
"...Why am I listening to your orders?"
Even as she muttered that, she diligently pulled down my underwear as well.
It took her quite a bit of effort as it got caught on my erect glans, but Hannah followed my words well.
"This is a man's...."
Hannah, unable to finish her sentence, glanced at my penis and nervously swallowed hard.
Modern medicine and fantasy met, and my penis, which had undergone a kind of miracle, proudly showed off its magnificent form.
The size and thickness were slightly above average.
To be exact, it was just a hair bigger than Alex Parker's, with a length of 16.5cm and a circumference of exactly 13cm.
Depending on the perspective, it could be called quite large, but in this world, many NTR guys had all sorts of ominous things attached to them, so it was not a reassuring number.
'It should be at least 30cm when fully erect.'
Currently, I had no choice but to be satisfied with this much, so I grabbed Hannah's hand again.
"Are you going to stay up all night?"
"A-alright, I know. Don't rush me...."
Hannah, unlike Cynthia, didn't have any sexual knowledge at all.
Swoosh.
Her hand carefully wrapped around my penis and gently moved up and down the shaft.
"It's hot and has a strange texture."
Of course, this was her first time in practice as well.
I could tell just by her clumsy skills.
"Am I doing this right...?"
Hannah looked up at my face and asked, as if checking my reaction.
"Use both hands."
I kindly told her the tricks of a handjob.
It was nothing more than listing the text that floated in my head.
Hannah quickly accepted it and incorporated it into her touch.
Perhaps, she might be a genius in this area.
She was clumsy with housework, though.
"Something strange is coming out...."
Hannah said, rubbing the glans with her thumb.
"Does this feel good...?"
At the same time as touching my balls with her other hand, her palm repeatedly rubbed the glans as it moved up and down my penis.
Her clumsy skills became familiar in an instant.
Hannah checked my expression from time to time.
She gently jerked and carefully caressed my penis, spreading the slippery precum with her hands.
"It seems to be getting bigger."
The shy look on her face was nowhere to be found.
"It's hot, hard, and amazing...."
She was still blushing.
"Should I do it harder?"
Hannah, adjusting the intensity on her own and picking up the pace, gradually felt a sense of ejaculation coming on.
And.
Just as the sound of her quick hand movements and the splashing water continued.
"...Ah!"
I, who had deliberately given no warning, ejaculated generously on her pure white hand, painting it even whiter.
"Kyaa?!"
She let out a cute voice, startled, but it was already too late.
Gurgle!
The semen that had squeezed out of Hannah's hand stuck to her face and clothes.
Splat!