Once they enter her room, Sira immediately runs up to her window and closes her curtains, then runs back to her door and closes it too.

  Seeing her nervousness, as she begins to quickly tidy up the room, Sincir shakes his head. “Sira, if you’re like this, they’ll think we’re doing something wrong… And again, I don’t care about the mess, just leave it…”

  She pauses. “Oh… We’re not?”

  Sincir cocks his head. “Aren’t you an adult? Should I go get permission from your parents for this?”

  “Well… I guess you’re right,” Sira says, ughing nervously as she fixes a loose lock of hair which escaped from her ponytail, “Sorry, it’s just that I’ve never…”

  “You see, this is why you need some practice… Don’t worry, I’m not trying to do anything you’re not comfortable it, so feel free to tell me to stop at any time.”

  As he speaks, Sincir walks toward Sira and grabs her by the hand, leading her toward her bed and gesturing for her to sit.

  “W-wait… Sincir, don’t get me wrong; I appreciate how much you’re going out of your way to make me comfortable… But how old are you, exactly?”

  “I’m old enough,” he says, which is technically not a lie, “They wouldn’t have accepted me in the guild otherwise.”

  Sira releases a small breath of relief, visibly rexing. “Oh… You look…”

  Sincir smiles at her. “Small for my age? I get that a lot.”

  Sira blushes. “Sorry… I know guys don’t like being called small and stuff….”

  “Actually, I’m deeply offended,” Sincir lies, staring into her eyes with a mischievous smile as he does so, “How are you going to make it up to me, Sira? I could just leave and never come back, after such an egregious insult…”

  Sira bites her lower lip, and her breath seems to caught up in her throat for a moment…

  “I… I’ve never done this, so I hope it doesn’t feel awful…”

  Sincir forces himself to stand completely still as Sira leans in, touching her lips softly against his…

  Unfortunately, she pulls away after a brief moment, blushing heavily as she does so.

  “…H-how was…”

  Sincir rolls his eyes, then leans forward himself; Once his lips press against hers, he slowly pushes her down until her back is against the bed and he is lying on top of her. Then, seeing as she is not protesting, he carefully touches his tongue against her closed lips, licking them slowly.

  “Uhm…” Sira murmurs as she shudders and opens her mouth, accepting his tongue in.

  Keeping a bance in between being assertive but still mindful of a girl’s feelings is hard, but Sincir has more than enough practice, and so it’s easy for him to have Sira melting under his touch, though he keeps his exploration away from most important areas, for now.

  Instead, he focuses most of his attention on their kiss, making it slow, deep, and throughout…

  Feeling her breasts rubbing against his chest, and one of her legs wrapping around him as she moans into his mouth, Sincir finally pulls away, now breathing heavily as he meets her confused, slightly gzed gaze with one of exasperation.

  “S-Sincir…? Why… Why did you stop…?”

  “Girl, I need to breath every once in a while… Besides, you keep rubbing your shoes against me, so take them off, please.”

  Sira blushes. “Oh. I-”

  Sincir doesn’t wait for her to finish her sentence before kissing her again, even more intensely this time...

  He can hear Sira’s shoes falling off in the background, before she wraps her leg around him once more…

  This girl… He was trying to take things slowly with her, but if she keeps rubbing herself against him like this…

  Sincir groans. “Sira… Sira, stop…!”

  Again, she throws him a confused look once he pulls away. “Did I… Did I do something wrong again?”

  Yes!

  “No, not really, it’s just… I was only going to teach you how to kiss, and this is going a bit too far, so we need to talk about-”

  “Well, it’s fine as long as you don’t put it in, right? More importantly, am I doing everything right? Is there something wrong about my kiss?”

  …Lords, why does he even try?

  “…Never mind that, then. Sira, look, I’m-”

  She kisses him, or at least tries to, but Sincir dodges it.

  “Fuck, please stop for a second and listen to what I’m trying to say!”

  Sira giggles. “Sorry, sorry… It’s just, I had imagined kissing a boy so many times, but actually doing it felt so much better than I expected…”

  Sincir sighs, averting his eyes from hers. “Look, Sira, we can’t do this… Or rather, I shouldn’t do this to you.”

  “What…? W-why? I thought-”

  “I’m sorry, but I… I can’t marry you and stuff. You should look for a guy that’ll take care of you, not… Not somebody like me, who will have his fun and then walk away.”

  “Is that…? Is one of the girls outside your girlfriend?” Sira murmurs.

  Sincir smiles humorlessly; Sometimes, woman can have pretty sharp intuition when it comes to these things.

  “…Eleanor is my girlfriend, but don’t worry, she knows what type of guy I am, and she knows we’re probably doing naughty stuff in here. She’ll give me some trouble ter, but she doesn’t really care.”

  …Does she care? She jumped on him when he was already in a retionship with Esme, so Sincir assumed she wouldn’t, but sometimes it’s hard to guess at what Eleanor is thinking… Well, he supposes he is about to find out how much she cares, exactly.

  “That… That’s a lot.”

  Finally meeting Sira’s gaze once more, Sincir sighs and smiles sadly while carefully moving a lock of hair away from her forehead. “I know it’s a lot, and I like I said, I had pnned to end things after a kiss… I’m sorry if it feels like I took advantage of you.”

  “No, I… I think you’d have just kept going if you wanted to take advantage of me. And I noticed you were careful not to touch my boobs… It was very frustrating.”

  Sincir gives her another exasperate look. “You’re making this very hard for me.”

  “Does that mean I’m attractive?”

  “You’re very attractive.”

  “Then… Can we keep going?”

  …Unbelievable.

  “Sira, were you not listening? I’m a bad guy.”

  While running a finger through his chest, Sira giggles. “Yeah, I can see that… But from my perspective, you’re the most interesting thing to happen to me in the past decade, and when I think that I might never get to see you again… Does not caring that you already have a girlfriend makes me a bad girl, too?”

  Ah, damn it all to Hell…

  “…Did I hear it wrong, or you said you wanted me to touch your boobs earlier?”

  Sira smiles. “Be gentle…”

  This time, once Sincir goes down on her, he doesn’t hold himself back from exploring her body anymore. Their kiss is also more intense, and Sira is to one to insert her tongue into his mouth...

  Once he gives her breast a first gentle, tentative squeeze, Sira moans, arching her back slightly.

  “I’ll take them out, okay…?” Sincir murmurs through her kiss.

  “Ah… Yes, do it…!”

  Since Sira is wearing a push-up dress, pulling her breasts out is an easy task, and he immediately sets to giving them a good kneading session…

  After a while, Sira is practically humping him, which causes Sincir to break their kiss once more in order to take a look at her gssy expression, before lowering his gaze toward her now exposed breasts.

  He was right about their size… He also notices she has rather rge nipples…

  After a moment a moment of staring at Sira’s standing, dark nipples, Sincir can’t help himself from giving them a good pull, causing Sira to intake a sharp breath of air, moaning loudly.

  And since she is so obviously enjoying herself, Sincir doesn’t bother asking for permission before leaning in and taking one of her nipples into his mouth…

  Several minutes of sucking and massaging ter, he finally gives himself for satisfied as he pulls away and gives Sira’s rge breasts one st squeeze.

  “Hey, you have gone quiet for a while…”

  Looking at Sira’s expression, Sincir realizes she has been holding her wrist against her mouth, and that her eyes are filled with unfallen tears.

  “…Did you cum?”

  Sira nods.

  “Do you still want to keep going?”

  Once she nods again, Sincir chuckles.

  “In this case, there’s something more I can teach you today… Do you often touch yourself?”

  Sira’s eyes widen slightly, then she shakes her head.

  “No as in you don’t want me to teach you, or no as in you haven’t?”

  Sira throws him a frustrated look. “Sincir…” she murmurs pleadingly against her wrist, “I know you can tell which one I mean...”

  Sincir chuckles. “Yes, I suppose I can tell… But the first lesson was for having taught me coffee, and now, unfortunately, I have to charge you for the extra one…”

  As he meets her eyes mischievously, Sira shudders underneath him.

  “Bad boy…”

  Twisting one of her nipples and causing her to moan softly, Sincir smiles at her. “It’s not my fault you ignored my warnings.”

  Lowering her arm, Sira licks her lips and faces his gaze with sudden seriousness. “Wait, Sincir, I… Before we keep going, I need to know something.”

  “…Sure, shoot it.”

  “Will you… Will you come back to visit…?”

  Sincir considers it.

  He isn’t likely to have any free time in the near future… But looking at Sira vulnerable expression, and her exposed breasts… This is one hell of an incentive to make some time every now and then.

  “…I can’t promise I’ll show up more than once a week.”

  Her eyes widen. “Do you mean it?! You’ll really visit me?!”

  Sincir snorts. “For a beginner, you know exactly how to seduce a man, don’t you…?”

  Sira blushes. “I-I’m not trying to take you from Eleanor or something…”

  “Never mind that. I’m a big boy, and I’d never bme a woman’s charms for my actions… That being said, since you compined about being bored, I can bring you some books next time I come over.”

  Sira’s eyes widen once more… But then she averts her gaze from his. “That’s… That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever…”

  “No, it’s really not that big of a-”

  “S-Sincir, I-I c-can’t read…”

  Sincir pauses, cursing himself for being an idiot. Well, compared to teaching the girls magic, something like this should be a piece of cake, right…?

  “Fuck. Right, of course you can’t read... I guess I’ll have to teach you that too, before I can bring any books, then.”

  Sira freezes.

  “…Sira?”

  “…Is it morning? Was I dreaming, and now it’s time to wake up…?” she whispers, her voice fragile sounding.

  Sincir chuckles, rolling his eyes as he does so. “Listen, you really don’t have to make such a big deal out of this… If anything, I’m the one who is taking advantage of you here.”

  While turning to stare at him once more, Sira presses her lips together and smiles. “Yes, what a terrible boy you are for offering to bring books for a peasant girl who spends most of her time tending to animals…”

  Sincir smirks. “You know, I never said any of this was free...”

  Eyes gleaming with desire, Sira bites her lower lip. “Oh… Oh no… Please, I don’t have much money… Perhaps… Perhaps Mr. Sincir will accept my body, as payment for his services…?”

  “We’ll see about that… Why don’t we take a look at what we’re going to be working with?”

  Sira blushes slightly, but still smiles, as she turns around and perks up her ass… Since her dress is already raised well past her waist at this point, Sincir immediately gets a good view of her drenched panties, which he rubs his knuckles against, causing Sira to shudder as she presses her face against her pillow, clenching her fingers into it.

  “Will that… Will this be enough, Mr. Sincir…?”

  “Uhm… It’s hard to take a good look from this position. Why don’t you get up and take everything off for me, Miss Sira? I believe I’ll be able to make an informed decision about our contract then…”

  Once he sps her ass, Sira shudders slightly.

  “Y-yes…”

  As Sira rises, Sincir sits at the edge of her bed and removes his shirt, leaning back on his elbows.

  “Don’t force yourself if you think we’re going too fast,” Sincir reminds her, to which Sira sticks her tongue at him.

  “I’m a big girl, no need to go and ask permission from my parents.”

  Sincir chuckles. “If you say so…”

  In all honesty, Sincir tends to cringe a little when girls purposefully attempt to look sexy while stripping, although he knows many who enjoy it (telling them to dance when they’re being forced to is a different matter, since it’s a humiliation thing, but then again, it has been a long time since he has been that mean, hasn’t it?)…

  …And since that’s the case, Sincir gives Sira bonus points for simply staring into his eyes as she slowly removes her dress, and then her drenched panties, biting her lower lips once they hit the ground.

  “…Hands behind your neck, Miss,” he tells her, “Or else I won’t be able to see everything properly.”

  Sira doesn’t hesitate before doing as instructed, which perks her rge breasts nicely, and has so her cheeks grow a much darker shade of red.

  As he shamelessly inspects her body for a couple of moments, Sira shudders under his gaze.

  “…Yes, I suppose this will do.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Sincir…”

  “Don’t move yet.”

  Having said as much, Sincir rises and approaches Sira; Then, stepping around her, he slowly drags his fingers across her stomach, pinching her ass once he reaches her back side.

  “What a beautiful sight you are, Miss Sira... When I look at you like this, there are many things I’d like to do… But first, I should make do on the promises I have already made.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Sincir…”

  Quite submissive, isn’t she?

  “There’s no need to thank me for a mere transaction, Miss Sira… For now, before we start the lesson, I’ll need you to walk back to your bed and lie comfortably.”

  Sira gnces at him over her shoulder as she walks forward, toward her bed, and bites her lip; Seeing her expression, it’s hard for Sincir to hold himself…

  Once Sira is lying down, he approaches her and drags his fingers over the naked skin of her inner thigh.

  “It’s been a long day, and you’ve lied down to sleep,” he whispers next to her ear, “But you’re feeling hot and bothered…”

  “S-Sincir…”

  As he grabs her hand and slowly drags it toward her sex, Sira moans.

  “First, rubbing against it like this will make it wet… Or against a pillow, if you feel like it…”

  “Ah…! L-like…! Like this…?!”

  “It’s fine to pinch your own nipples, if you want… Then, move your hands to whatever rhythm feels best for you, focusing on this spot, right here…”

  Sira moans loudly once her clitoris is touched.

  “W-what is…!”

  “Your clitoris. It’ll feel really nice whenever you’re touched there… Or licked.”

  “L-licked…? Gods, I…!”

  “It’s good to think about something you find attractive while you rub yourself. The more vivid your imagination, the better you’ll feel… Don’t worry about it being right or wrong, and just rex…”

  “Ah…!”

  “And if rubbing is not enough, then you might want to… Oh, you did it already, you naughty girl.”

  “K-kiss me…!”

  Sincir complies, pressing his mouth against Sira’s and wrapping his tongue around hers... Though his saliva flows into her mouth, she doesn’t seem to care…

  Out of the corner of his eyes, he realizes she has opened her legs, and is now fingering herself almost desperately, back arched and toes curled…

  Her orgasm comes hard and fast, shaking Sira’s entire body as he continues to kiss her throughout it…

  By the time she is done, Sira is breathless and sweaty, staring at the ceiling bnkly.

  “…Well, I guess this is about what I can teach when it comes to the basics. The rest you’ll have to learn from experience, as everybody’s body works slightly differently, and their fantasies and preferences are also varied…”

  After another moment of staring at the ceiling, Sira slowly throws him a look of bewilderment. “Just how many girls exactly have you…?”

  Sincir smiles at her. “…Do you really want to know?”

  “No… I guess I don’t.”

  “Kiss?”

  “Uhm…”

  It’s a shame, but Sincir decides he should end things here, for now. The girls are most likely done interacting with the people from the farm at this point, and he doesn’t know long it’ll be, before somebody comes looking for Sira and him.

  “…Sorry, Sira, but I need to go now,” he murmurs while finally parting his lips from hers, “Or Eleanor will truly kill me.”

  “Oh…” Sira murmurs, her disappointment obvious in her voice and expression, “It’s fine, I also have work to do, and my mother must be wondering where I’ve run to at this point… But, well... Is it okay if you leave like this?”

  Sincir is about to ask what she means when he feels Sira’s hand over his boner, pressing lightly against it and causing him to bite his lower lip.

  Seeing his reaction, Sira smiles. “Uhm… I don’t think you want to leave yet…”

  “You have me,” Sincir confesses, returning her smile, “But I will be killed if I stay any longer than this… Not matter how tempting it may be.”

  “In this case, I won’t tease you… Come with more time next time, Sincir.”

  Once Sira removes her hand from his member, Sincir releases a small sigh of relief. “I will,” he tells her, “Don’t worry.”

  However, as he is about to rise, Sira grabs his hand, stopping him.

  “Wait… Can I… Can I see it? Just for a little bit?”

  As Sincir follows the line of her stare toward the bulge in his pants, it becomes obvious what she means.

  “…Have you never seen one before?”

  “No…” Sira whispers, “And I… I’ll need something to think about when I practice what you taught me, right?”

  The thought of Sira masturbating throughout the week while thinking about his cock sends Sincir’s blood straight downwards, and it takes him a considerable amount of self-control not to fuck her brains out, right there and then; Instead, he forces himself to smile while slowly lowering his pants in order to expose his positively-throbbing member, over which Sira’s fixed gaze leaves a burning sensation…

  For her benefit, Sincir pumps himself slowly one time, though once she tries to move her hand towards his member, he shakes his head.

  “Sorry, but if you touch me again right now…”

  Sira swallows. “You… You should go,” she murmurs, eyes never moving away from his cock.

  Sincir nods. Then, moving hastily, he pull his pants back up, grabs his shirt from the floor, and heads toward the door, quickly leaving Sira’s room before closing the door at his back.

  Once in the corridor, Sincir finally allows himself to stop and take a deep breath, leaning his forehead against the wall as he does.

  While Sira’s naked body fshes through his mind, he swallows a couple of times, nearly turning around…

  But in the end, he reminds himself he promised to visit, and that she’ll also be thinking about him in the meantime. For now, he should go and think of a good apology…

  Sincir doesn’t have to search around for the girls for very long; In fact, the first thing he sees as he walks outside is Eleanor’s cold blue eyes staring down at him... Leaning against the wall next to Sira’s door, she nearly has so his heart stops beating once he spots her.

  “F-fuck, Eleanor… Did you have to stand right by the door?”

  For a moment, she continues to look down at him silently, most likely taking in his disordered clothes and hair, before slowly shaking her head. “I won’t lie, I’m impressed… Nothing short of a leash will ever stop you from chasing after women, will it? No, even then, I bet you could still seduce them with your puppy eyes…”

  Sincir smiles coyly, stepping back and raising his palms in her direction. “I didn’t mean to take so long, I swear… Sira is a good coffee maker, so I asked her to teach me, and it was supposed to be a quick thing...”

  “Sira,” Eleanor repeats slowly, as though speaking a curse word, “…Sincir, do I look retarded to you?”

  “No, we really did make coffee… Look, the boiler is full, right?”

  After following his pointed finger, Eleanor tightens her jaw. “…Do you really want me believe you were boiling coffee this whole time, and nothing happened?”

  Seeing she seems a second from snapping, Sincir decides to choose his words carefully.

  “No, listen, I did make out with Sira… I’m not trying to fool you. It’s just, I wasn’t trying to get anything other than coffee from her at first, but she was nice and lonely, so I…”

  With a pained look on her face, Eleanor grabs the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “Creator, what I my even doing with my life…?”

  “…Will it help if I promise to show you my new coffee making skills once we’re home?”

  Eleanor eyes snap open, and she throws him a murderous look, before turning around and walking away.

  “…Fuck,” Sincir murmurs to himself, before following after her in a jog, “Eleanor, wait! Look, I didn’t know you cared!”