Chapter 341 - 341: Climax (1)

"If you're not feeling it, I can go harder, right."

Rigel's voice rang low.

At that declaration Irina's shoulders jumped bikuri.

"Eh… wai—"

Before she could put out a voice of restraint Rigel's fingertips moved quickly.

This time there was not even a pretense of teasing.

He pressed as if stroking the inside of the foreskin directly with the pad of his finger.

"Hyaaaa!?"

At the sudden shock Irina's voice jumped high.

The air inside the carriage changed in an instant.

That voice reached even the ears of those outside, and she understood someone turned around.

"Hey, are you all right?"

A voice came from outside.

But Rigel paid no mind.

Irina hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands. Strongly enough that her teeth bit her lip.

"…Fu, ah…!"

Before Irina desperate to hold back her voice Rigel was unmoved.

The movement of his fingers was slow but accurate.

With the handwork of a pro who thoroughly knew the feeling points he slid over the bud many times.

Then with a gesture as if it were nothing he turned his gaze at the men.

"This one's fine. Accompanying the release procedure her senses seem to have gotten a bit sharp."

"I see… Well, if it's Rigel-san we can rest easy!"

"There's no mistake in what Rigel-san does!"

"Last night too he took down monsters in no time—"

Conversation of the men leaked from outside.

The content was almost all praising Rigel.

Not knowing Irina was exposing her disgrace under the mantle they all continued talking in a completely relieved tone.

"Ah, ah, ya…! Nn…!"

Rigel's finger pressed even stronger.

As if lightly pushing the bud up it was rubbed with the pad of his finger.

At the direct stimulus Irina's voice jumped.

She hurriedly pressed her mouth again but her breathing would not settle well.

"No… no…!"

The edge of her words trembled.

At that appearance Rigel raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"You hate it? Lies aren't good."

Muttering short he pinched Irina's bud together with the foreskin with his thumb.

Just like that he moved his fingertip kurukuru as if spreading the foreskin and put light force into the inside of the skin.

"Yaa!? Ah… ya…! …Kuuu!!!"

Her body jumped.

It was a reaction incomparable to until now.

Her knees trembled gakugaku and her waist almost floated.

"Oh? You just now—"

"Wrong… wrong…!"

Irina turned her face away and denied it.

But there was no persuasive power in that.

That she had lightly climaxed reacting to Rigel's finger was clear.

"Th-that's enough already! Already… no!!"

Pleading mixed in.

But Rigel paid no mind.

Rather seeing that reaction he accelerated the movement of his fingers as if driving her further.

"Like this, right? The stimulus you want most."

"…!!"

At words that struck the core Irina's breathing stopped for an instant.

His finger moved as if wrapping the bud, repeating pressure and release.

The instant it was pressed a current-like pleasure ran from her lower abdomen to her waist.

Every time it left a flushed sensation remained.

"Ah… ya…!! Damee!"

Panting mixed with a tearful voice spilled.

She could no longer paper over it.

Her breath disordered, her shoulders shook, saliva seemed about to spill from her mouth.

"…Ah… ah… ah…! …!!"

"You're feeling it."

"Ya…!! Don't say it…!!"

Rigel stopped his finger for a moment.

He spread the remaining muddiness around the bud as if tracing with his thumb.

Love juice shone and played water sounds matching the movement of his finger.

"Can you hear it?"

"Yaa…"

Unable to endure the shame Irina covered her face with her hands.

Her body was completely dominated by Rigel's finger.

And she herself who did not hate that feel was what she could least forgive.

"Kuh…! Nnah! Aah…!!"

Another wave of pleasure came.

His finger left, then was pushed in again through the foreskin.

At that repetition Irina's consciousness gradually grew foggy.

"About to come again?"

Rigel whispered.

Not by her ear, a voice as if observing from afar.

"I-I…!!"

Irina tried to deny while trembling her throat.

But meaningful words no longer came out.

"I-I won't come…!"

If she did not deny it she seemed likely to break.

Rigel's finger left a little and touched again.

This time it was not from over the skin.

From the gap of the foreskin his fingertip entered and touched the bud directly.

"Hiah…!? Nn, ah…! There…!!"

Her body jumped.

This time she could not endure.

"Dame… there damee…!!"

Her voice cracked.

Tears mixed and the front of her eyes swayed.

But Rigel did not stop.

While discerning Irina's reaction he changed pressure little by little and added stimulus.

"Kuh… ah… ah…!!"

Pleasure accumulated.

Even if she tried to hold it back it was already impossible.

Tears spilled from the corners of Irina's eyes.

Her breath was rough, her back arched.

"I'll come…! Aah…! Iyaa…!!"

Panting resembling a scream pierced her throat.

At the same time Rigel's fingertip completely peeled the skin and touched the bud directly.

"————!!!"

A shout that did not become voice.

Her body jumped up large and stamped the carriage floorboards hard.

Her legs convulsed, her waist floated, and Irina felt an illusion of floating in midair for only an instant.

"…!! …!!!"

The instant she reached climax Irina's thought went blank.

Voice would not come out.

She became unable to breathe.

"Hey, Irina. You just now… came, right?"

Rigel asked but Irina could not answer.

Her focus would not settle and only her lips trembled.

Seeing that he smiled looking satisfied.

On his fingertip damp liquid certainly clung.

"Now then, shall I insert soon. …No, before that—"

Rigel was moving something but Irina could not react.

Her consciousness was hazy and she repeated shallow convulsions between breaths.

In that interval he touched Irina's collar.

Then he poured mana.

"…Nn."

A sensation like a faint current running.

Release completed, and a small sound of the collar splitting pakin sounded.

Rigel removed the collar from Irina and looked into her eyes.

"With this you are free."

At those words Irina's consciousness slowly returned.

Her whole body still flushed and her waist was heavy.

Even so there was a certain sense of liberation.

"…Eh? No way…?"

When she tried moving her hand there was no collar.

The weight she had hated that much had vanished.

"Free…?"

When she put out her voice her own voice was trembling.

She seemed about to cry from happiness.

"Thank you…!"

Words that came from her heart.

She had neither room to decorate nor room to doubt.

Only those words rose straight from the bottom of her chest.

From being captured by bandits she had been taut the whole time.

Even after being helped by Rigel she could not throw away her heart of suspicion.

When sleeping and when eating her body stiffened just from someone's footsteps approaching.

Even at water held out she suspected something might be mixed in.

Even seeing the result of her two companions having their collars of subordination released she still could not believe completely.

Even seeing those two crying in relief she thought only she might be different.

The moment it became her turn she thought some condition might be thrust at her.

And as expected he had molested her under the pretext of the release procedure.

Serves you right… she had held such a feeling until only a few seconds ago.

But now the collar of subordination was released.

The curse of commands had vanished.

Rigel stood before her and announced liberation.

Irina looked at the collar that had fallen to the floor.

Then she looked at Rigel's face.

Suspicion had not yet vanished completely.

A wounded heart did not accept someone that easily.

But only now, gratitude from her heart—