Chapter 16.5: Commemorative Comic Adaptation SS: Claire-san’s Masturbation Support ① (*)

My name is Claire Jilfied. I am in charge of the infirmary at the Royal Knight Academy. Due to the nature of the classes, the knight academy always has a steady stream of injured students. I used to be a Saint Knight Paladin myself, using healing magic to support soldiers on the front lines. Even after separating from my husband and losing the ability to manifest my Saint Knight power, I still performed first aid on wounded soldiers when healing magic wasn’t possible. Thanks to that experience, I know how to treat most injuries. Now single, I returned to my alma mater and work here.

And today, another injured person has come. I’ll treat you right away.

“Eh? When you say it’s swollen… you mean there?”

When you told me that, I was troubled. That isn’t exactly what I’d call “swollen.” Eh? It’s because of my breasts? That’s so arbitrary… But I can somehow understand how you feel. Several men have approached me since I became single, but every one of them stared only at my chest. They’re so big they just make my shoulders stiff. Men really do love breasts, don’t they.

“J-just with my hand, okay?”

At your words, I reluctantly agreed to make you cum with my hand. Aah, it’s incredible. Just touching it over your pants, it’s already this hard…

I knew just squeezing it over your pants wouldn’t be enough. With no choice, I pulled down your pants for you.

“Ah… it’s this big…”

Your thing is much larger and thicker than my husband’s, throbbing and pulsing like a living creature. When I smelled the strong masculine scent you gave off, my body grew hot against my will. Since separating from my husband, I haven’t accepted any man. Aah… it really is amazing.

“Is this… okay?”

Averting my face, I gripped you with my left hand and began stroking. A sigh leaked out before I could stop it. So hot… so powerful… Clear fluid was oozing from the tip, making my hand wet too. The kushu kushu sound of stroking made the scent even stronger. But you said this wasn’t enough. Oral? But… it’s true that staying this hard must be painful… J-just this once, alright?

“Aah… I never even did this for my husband…”

The hot, hard thing trembled as if begging to be satisfied quickly. I knelt between your legs, gripping the rigid shaft with both hands. When I looked up, you were looking down at me with a pleased expression. While gazing into your eyes, I stuck out my tongue. White buildup was stuck on the flared ridge. Eh? You haven’t bathed for three days? So that’s why the male scent is so strong… And now I’m supposed to lick it?

Just thinking that made my lower belly throb with heat.

“Nchuu…”

First, I licked off the white stuff caked on the ridge with my tongue. I ran my tongue all over it, licking away the slightly salty, bitter taste, then kuchu kuchu rolled it around in my mouth before swallowing. Next, I slurped up the clear fluid from the tip and slowly began licking the shaft. I never did this for my husband, but I know the methods to please a man with my mouth. Still, this is my first time actually doing it. Then you stroked my head and praised me.

(No… don’t praise me! My mouth isn’t for pleasing you!)

Even as I thought that, my movements grew bolder. I took your heavy, musky balls into my mouth and rolled them, licking upward while looking up at you. Then I took the entire length from tip to base in one go and sucked hard. You let out a comfortable groan. I sucked all the way to the tip, pulled off with a wet chupon, then took you back in. Brushing my hanging hair aside with my left hand, I continued bobbing my head up and down. Your scent grew stronger. You must be getting ready to shoot that thick, gooey white stuff.

But you wouldn’t cum easily. Following your order, I pulled my mouth off again and started licking just the tip. Then you commanded me to say something.

No! I can’t say that. But… but it’s true. If I say it out loud, I might not be able to go back. But… aah, please forgive me…

“Your thing is bigger than my husband’s… thicker… harder… Your thing is more magnificent, more powerful, more wonderful than my husband’s…”

Aah, I said it. But it’s how I really feel. My womb wants this one more than my husband’s. I’m sure my lower body is shamefully wet right now. That’s why the truth slips out.

“More than my husband’s… I want yours…”

You grabbed my head and forced your cock into my mouth. I wanted it too. I bobbed my head violently, desperately waiting for that moment. The shaft twitched hard. Soon that thick, sticky white load is going to fill and dirty my mouth, right? While gripping my head and forcing me up and down, you said it. That my mouth exists as a tool for you to cum in…

(Yes! My mouth is a tool for you to cum in! So shoot it all out! Not my husband’s — dirty my mouth with your seed!!)

The shaft pulsed dokun, and hot lava spread through my mouth. It was so much thicker and more voluminous than my husband’s. I caught it all in my mouth and gulped it down with a koku. But there was far too much. Pota pota it overflowed from the corners of my lips. I moved my throat two, three times, finally managing to swallow everything. But you ordered me not to swallow yet. Pull your mouth off, turn your face this way, and show me inside.

“Hyaa… hyes…”

I obediently lifted my face toward you and opened my mouth wide. Thick white goo overflowed inside. You ordered me to stir it with my tongue and savor it until you said it was okay. That was the duty of a cum receptacle.

I did as told, tasting your thick cum with my tongue. It was salty and had a heavy sexual stench. I did so for a full dozens of seconds. Finally receiving your permission, I swallowed it all down.

But when I looked, you hadn’t softened at all. Still pointing proudly upward, you seemed to want to cum even more.

(Aah… I want it…)

Unconsciously, I was rubbing my thighs together and rolling my hips.