“If you are happy alone, it is no different from violence. You have to be happy together. It is only good for you two if the other person is happy. Now then, how can we be happy together? First of all...”
He was told to caress the body gently. The tender parts, with his hands. With his mouth. Or with other parts of the body as well.
Callion looked at the flat, white belly gasping for breath beneath him. Instinctively, he wanted to fill it completely with his own. So, he gently stroked the place where he would now reside, hoping she would not be startled.
He continued to move his hands as if entranced by the skin, which was as soft and smooth as the flesh on the inside of the leg. He felt that he could touch it all day long without getting tired of it. Then, he noticed a throbbing pain growing deep down. It was a pain that was somewhat familiar. He had felt a similar pain sometimes in the morning when it stood up on its own.
Then, his gaze fell upon the woman who had suddenly sat up. Her breasts, which looked incredibly large even beneath her pajamas, caught his eye. The rest of her body had been soft until now, but how much there...
Thinking that all of this was a dream, Callion reached out without hesitation and grasped the woman's breast. It was so soft that it seemed as though it were melting and flowing out of his hand.
"As expected... this place seems to be the softest."
Satisfied with the sense of mass filling his hand, he tightened his grip. However, he was still not satisfied with just this. He wanted to tear off this thin scrap of cloth and see its original form.
The moment he made up his mind to take off the woman's pajamas.
“Hey, you bastard!”
Stars flew in front of his eyes along with a voice he knew well.
Left alone on the bed, he couldn't believe the whole situation.
“I mean, that’s not a dream... I really...”
That's ridiculous. You're saying I was so drunk I couldn't distinguish between dream and reality? No, even worse, is what I thought I did in a dream, actually, what I did?
He pressed his swollen cheek. Once again, he tasted the metallic flavor of blood from the torn inside of his mouth. He slowly looked at his hand. When he came to his senses, he remembered what he had been holding. The thing he had clutched tightly in his hand. The thing that unbelievably changed shape within his hand exactly as he wished.
That was Erna's chest.
“...!”
Suddenly, he felt a dull pain rising up his lower body. Slowly lowering his gaze, he saw that his penis was fully erect, looking as if it were about to pop out at any moment.
He often stood up on his own in the mornings. However, this was the first time it had become so hard that his veins swelled as if they were about to burst, and a dull pain surged through him, making him bite his lip involuntarily. He struggled to get out of bed and headed to the bathroom in his room with an unsteady gait.
It was a very long time before he came out. Cold water droplets dripped down his hair, but the heat remaining in his body did not easily disappear.
"Oh, my god...."
A desperate voice escaped Callion's lips. He vowed to keep what had happened in the bathroom just moments ago a secret known only to himself for the rest of his life. He had to. He felt that if anyone were to find out that a twenty-six-year-old man—not just someone who had recently had a wet dream—had ejaculated time and time again from the sensation left on his hand, he might take his own life.
Callion looked at his hand that had gripped Erna's chest. He had scrubbed it vigorously with soap time and time again, and even deliberately slammed the bathroom wall, but the sensation of the soft flesh he had greedily held would not disappear.
"Shit!"
Without even drying his wet hair, he hurriedly grabbed his clothes and rushed out of his room. The cool night air wrapped around his body as he ran at a terrifying speed.
Much later, the place he arrived at was the Knights' training ground. Callion looked around, grabbed a wooden practice sword, and charged toward the wooden post set up for sword practice.
“Ugh!”
“Die! You beast!”
Erna's scream echoed in his ears. He really wanted to die. Crazy, what have I done!
He was told to caress the body gently. The tender parts, with his hands. With his mouth. Or with other parts of the body as well.
Callion looked at the flat, white belly gasping for breath beneath him. Instinctively, he wanted to fill it completely with his own. So, he gently stroked the place where he would now reside, hoping she would not be startled.
He continued to move his hands as if entranced by the skin, which was as soft and smooth as the flesh on the inside of the leg. He felt that he could touch it all day long without getting tired of it. Then, he noticed a throbbing pain growing deep down. It was a pain that was somewhat familiar. He had felt a similar pain sometimes in the morning when it stood up on its own.
Then, his gaze fell upon the woman who had suddenly sat up. Her breasts, which looked incredibly large even beneath her pajamas, caught his eye. The rest of her body had been soft until now, but how much there...
Thinking that all of this was a dream, Callion reached out without hesitation and grasped the woman's breast. It was so soft that it seemed as though it were melting and flowing out of his hand.
"As expected... this place seems to be the softest."
Satisfied with the sense of mass filling his hand, he tightened his grip. However, he was still not satisfied with just this. He wanted to tear off this thin scrap of cloth and see its original form.
The moment he made up his mind to take off the woman's pajamas.
“Hey, you bastard!”
Stars flew in front of his eyes along with a voice he knew well.
***
Left alone on the bed, he couldn't believe the whole situation.
“I mean, that’s not a dream... I really...”
That's ridiculous. You're saying I was so drunk I couldn't distinguish between dream and reality? No, even worse, is what I thought I did in a dream, actually, what I did?
He pressed his swollen cheek. Once again, he tasted the metallic flavor of blood from the torn inside of his mouth. He slowly looked at his hand. When he came to his senses, he remembered what he had been holding. The thing he had clutched tightly in his hand. The thing that unbelievably changed shape within his hand exactly as he wished.
That was Erna's chest.
“...!”
Suddenly, he felt a dull pain rising up his lower body. Slowly lowering his gaze, he saw that his penis was fully erect, looking as if it were about to pop out at any moment.
He often stood up on his own in the mornings. However, this was the first time it had become so hard that his veins swelled as if they were about to burst, and a dull pain surged through him, making him bite his lip involuntarily. He struggled to get out of bed and headed to the bathroom in his room with an unsteady gait.
It was a very long time before he came out. Cold water droplets dripped down his hair, but the heat remaining in his body did not easily disappear.
"Oh, my god...."
A desperate voice escaped Callion's lips. He vowed to keep what had happened in the bathroom just moments ago a secret known only to himself for the rest of his life. He had to. He felt that if anyone were to find out that a twenty-six-year-old man—not just someone who had recently had a wet dream—had ejaculated time and time again from the sensation left on his hand, he might take his own life.
Callion looked at his hand that had gripped Erna's chest. He had scrubbed it vigorously with soap time and time again, and even deliberately slammed the bathroom wall, but the sensation of the soft flesh he had greedily held would not disappear.
"Shit!"
Without even drying his wet hair, he hurriedly grabbed his clothes and rushed out of his room. The cool night air wrapped around his body as he ran at a terrifying speed.
Much later, the place he arrived at was the Knights' training ground. Callion looked around, grabbed a wooden practice sword, and charged toward the wooden post set up for sword practice.
“Ugh!”
“Die! You beast!”
Erna's scream echoed in his ears. He really wanted to die. Crazy, what have I done!
***
Chapter 5. Joint Operations
On Sunday morning, Erna visited the Hessengard library, which is shared with the council, early in the morning. She called the librarian and spoke.
There are many materials to find, and many things she wants to think about quietly.
In short, it meant everyone had to leave. Of course, no one could refuse the order. After all, the owner of this library was the Grand Duke of Hessengard.
The librarian hung a large sign reading "No Entry Today" in front of the archives where Erna had entered so that the owner, who was visiting for the first time in a while, could use it comfortably.
After confirming from the inside several times that the door was securely locked, Erna quickly began pacing around the archives. A short while later, she sat down at a desk in the archives holding several very thick books. Human anatomy, the mysteries of the human body, the amazing secrets of the body we do not know, and so on. Having brought a stack of books entirely about the human body, she picked up *Human Anatomy* first and quickly began turning the pages.
“Where is it?”
It was in the library, but it was not a book that people frequently sought out. This was understandable, as such books are primarily read by doctors, and those doctors preferred to use the dedicated library within their association, which housed only specialized books, rather than this library.
It was a book far too technical for an ordinary person, but that didn't matter to Erna. She was looking only at the illustrations. Muscles, bones, joints. Her hand, which had been rapidly flipping through the drawings that depicted every part of the human body in graphic detail, finally stopped at a certain picture.
Erna saw the large writing on the page.
Penis
Finally, what she was looking for appeared.
Since it was intended for professional knowledge, the illustrations in the book were extremely detailed and delicate. Erna blushed slightly, but to satisfy her curiosity, she began to slowly read the pictures and the explanations written next to them.
“Length and thickness vary greatly from person to person, and the average length of Hessengard men, as announced in the survey conducted by the medical center every 10 years, is about 12 to 14 centimeters...”
The book very kindly marked a line next to the cross-section of the penis to indicate the length of 12 to 14 centimeters. Erna placed her hand on it. The length referred to as the average was only about half a hand span. The moment she confirmed this, a rough sound escaped her lips.
“Crazy... So that guy is more than double the average length?”
The book was even more helpful in indicating the average thickness with a circle underneath.
"Surely the thickness isn't double, is it?"
What she saw under the cloth that day kept flickering before Erna's eyes.
"If the body is big, is that place big too?"
As Erna began to read the book again while muttering, a sentence written in bold letters caught her eye, as if answering her question.
Just because you have a big body doesn't mean your penis is big.
“...”
So, it just means it's big. Erna unconsciously spread her hand to gauge the size of what she had seen last night. Surprise is surprise, and curiosity is curiosity. After seeing Callion's, Erna wondered if all married couples really accepted something that looked so hideous.
Does all of that fit in?
Suddenly, the married women in her wizard order started to look great to her. No, how is that possible? Doesn't it hurt? Doesn't it scare them?
But looking at the book, she understands now. It's just that his thing is too big. Erna felt a sense of injustice. The mental burden of having to do it with him was already heavy, so wasn't it too much to have such a huge physical burden as well?
With the book open, Erna fell into thought. She knew that the penis gets bigger when erect. However, unless it was dried seaweed, it had a basic size, so it grew that much.
How do you carry that around in your pants?
Erna tried to recall what Callion's lower body usually looked like. However, since there was no way she would have looked closely at the lower body of a human she disliked even looking at the face of, nothing specific came to mind. Thinking she should probably take a look at his usual appearance, Erna buried her face in the desk. To think she was secretly looking at someone else's lower body just because she was bothered by the size of his genitals. She was just a pervert.
“No. It’s strictly academic curiosity. Academic.”
Actually, there was no real need to go out of her way to visit and check on him during the day. After all, she would see him again tomorrow night. He wouldn't stop right when he entered, so she could just take a look then.
Do I have to see this again tomorrow...?
Last night, she really slapped Callion across the face with all her might and left. When she returned to her room and lifted her nightgown, she saw a red handprint on her chest where Callion had grabbed.
Should I have kicked him between the legs instead of on the cheek? Or, even though I know we are inside the Grand Castle where most magic is nullified, should I have still tried casting at least one offensive spell?
With a troubled heart, Erna organized the other books she had brought. Now that her curiosity was satisfied, she felt she should put them back in their proper places before leaving. The librarian would organize them even if she just left them, but since she had brought so many books about the human body, she feared the librarian might misunderstand and think she was planning to slice someone up.
As Erna was putting books back in their places, she dropped a book she was holding in her other hand while placing it just within her reach. Rushing to check if the book was damaged, she inadvertently glanced at the open page.
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