With her knees spread apart as far as she can take them, Sira leans back and uses her hand to open her sex for him, giving Sincir a vision of its drenched, quivering insides.

  “S-Sincir!” she moans pleadingly.

  “It’s your fault for getting so many of them wrong... Stay like this so I can take a good look, okay?”

  Leaning forward, he makes of show of inspecting her spread pussy, then sticks a finger inside, taking it as deep as it’ll go, before pulling it out and showing it to her.

  Seeing his now drenched finger, Sira shakes her hips, humping the air pathetically... Her breasts, ass, and even her cheeks have long grown red from his pinching... Unfortunately for her, she seemed more and more out of it the longer their game went on, and now he is all but bullying her.

  “Okay, let’s try again. How about this one?”

  Sira stares at the letter he creates with fire magic almost feverishly, but still, a moment ter, her eyes begin to swim, and it is clear she doesn’t remember the answer.

  Sincir sighs, pretending disappointment as he dismisses the spell. “Sira... Do you remember where I said I’d pinch, if you got it wrong again?”

  Being still spreading herself for him, Sira desperately shakes her head. “S-Sincir, n-no! Anywhere but t-there!”

  He hums. “Well, at this point, I think it is safe to say you lost our little game... How about this? From now on, I’ll bully you however I want until I cum, and you’ll put up with it like a good girl... But I won’t pinch you there.”

  “H-how is that even remotely fair?!”

  Sincir shrugs. “We could always keep going with the game instead...”

  She pales. “O-okay, fine! C-can I stop spreading myself now?!”

  “Not yet.”

  Rising over her bed, Sincir walks until he is in front of her face, then sps his hard member on top of it a couple of times, causing Sira to yelp.

  “Next time we sixty-nine, you won’t leave my cock hanging there, will you?”

  “I knew it! You were mad!”

  He does it again, enjoying the feeling of spping her defenceless face with his cock. “Well?”

  “I won’t! Of course I won’t!”

  Pulling his member away from her face, Sincir smiles. “Good girl... Now open your mouth for me.”

  Sira does so obediently, earning herself some forgiveness points (too bad he doesn’t intend on forgiving her, no matter how many of them she has), and Sincir grabs her chin, fttening her tongue with his thumb in order to inspect her opened mouth at his leisure...

  Sira groans painfully, her limbs beginning to shake.

  “Just a little more... Don’t trow up, and I’ll give you a nice reward ter.”

  Sire widens as her eyes as he uses his free hand to stick two fingers down her throat, slowly trusting them back and forth...

  She arches her back, coughing, but impressively enough, doesn’t push him away, even after several moments have gone by....

  Pulling his fingers back, and releasing her jaw as he meets her gaze, Sincir raises an eyebrow.

  “...Do you want me to take it a little easier on you?”

  Sira shakes her head. “Punish me for being an idiot, p-please...! You came all the way here to teach me, and I...!”

  Can he? He is the mood for being mean, but is she getting off to it...? No, she’d have stopped him by now, if she wasn’t.

  “...Very well, then, I won’t hold back. Hang in there, okay?”

  Smiling at her, Sincir uses his now covered in saliva fingers to plug her nose, shoving them inside as deep as they’ll go, then slowly thrusting back and forth as Sira clenches her teeth, doing her best to desperately put up with it...

  “...I forgot to ask you, but did your farm ever get a new cow?”

  “...D-did not... E-expensive...!”

  “...Well, since you can’t learn how to read, and being a housewife is too boring for you, maybe you should start considering new professions...”

  “...Being a cow?!”

  Sincir snorts. “Of course not, love, that’d be ridiculous... Not being a cow; Being my cow. My sexy, plump, horny little cow...”

  Sira’s eyes widen, darting toward his... And then, after a moment of sustaining his gaze, she moos pleadingly, almost perfectly imitating a cow.

  ...Considering he is still fucking her nose with his fingers, it is quite an impressive feat.

  ...Fuck, her dad better not catch word of this.

  “I’ll take that as a yes. Ready for your reward, love?”

  Finally removing his fingers from her poor, abused nose, Sincir unapologetically sticks them in her mouth so she’ll clean them for him, which she does obediently, then gestures for her to turn over, allowing her to finally leave her knees-spread position, falling back against the bed with a small cry of relief.

  “Put that ass up for me, and keep mooing like a good girl as you do it,” he orders.

  Sira moos again, crying softly as she struggles to turn over and do as instructed, maintaining her head low while raising her ass toward him.

  Staring at her drenched pussy and asshole standing defenceless beneath him, Sincir smiles.

  Not even Esme is this much of a pushover... Well, he isn’t compining.

  While stepping over her head, Sincir rubs the same two fingers she cleaned for him against the outside of her pussy, causing Sira to shake her hips desperately.

  “S-Sincir, p-please!”

  Pulling his fingers away, he sps her ass. “Bad girl! Didn’t I tell you to moo for me?”

  Sira cries, then moos, shaking her hips again as she does so... What a desperate girl she is.

  ...But he did promise her a reward, didn’t he?

  Sincir chuckles, spping her ass once more before finally shoving his fingers up her needy hole...

  As he begins to finger-fuck her, slow and sweet at first but quickly increasing the speed of his thrusts, Sira immediately curls her toes, arching her back and mooing loudly...

  Pressing her head down with his foot in order to muffle her voice, Sincir shakes his head; Is she trying to have to whole farm hear them? He really doesn’t want or need to finish this horrible day with a bunch of angry farmers running after him with axes and pitchforks, when his mana is nearly exhausted...

  ...Is she cumming already? And just as he was about to start attacking her weak spots...

  Clicking his tongue, Sincir pulls his foot from her head once her orgasm is over, allowing Sira to finally breath again, then sps her ass, ordering her to turn over once more.

  Her eyes are slightly gzed, and she is still trembling slightly as he kneels next to her face, pointing toward his throbbing member.

  “Now, I’m going to shove this as deep down your throat as I can, and I’m going to take my time doing it... Do you have something to say to that, love?”

  Fear fshing through her eyes, Sira moos softly.

  Rubbing his member’s head against her cheek, Sincir chuckles. “Are you certain...? If you don’t say anything, I’m going to assume you’re okay with that...”

  Sira moos again, this time slightly more desperately, and shakes her head...

  Sincir guesses she is trying to say that she thinks his cock is too big for her throat, but since she didn’t use her words, being a good little cow for him, he decides to pretend he didn’t understand it... She’ll survive, he’ll heal her ter, and besides, if she really wanted him to stop, she’ll have dropped their role-pying.

  “Good girl... Open your mouth, then.”

  Sira throws him an exasperated look, but she does open her mouth wide in spite of her slightly fearful expression... Once Sincir sticks two fingers inside of it, like before, she gags, her eyes immediately becoming teary... Still, she doesn’t pull away or compin, even as he begins to fuck her throat with his fingers again...

  Staring into her eyes and smiling at her, Sincir allows a slow bridge of spit to drop inside of her mouth, causing Sira to shudder.

  “Such a good little cow... I think you deserve another reward... Keep that fuck-hole opened for me, okay?”

  Finally pulling his hand away, he positions himself above her face, pointing his member straight down her throat, then slowly thrusts it downwards, until she gags around it, and he feels it has become completely involved in warmth...

  Seeing the bulge of his member inside her quivering throat, Sincir releases a soft moan and smiles, deciding to stay buried in her for a while as he watches her struggle against his cock’s invasion...

  Sira’s face has grown several shades darker by the time he finally decides to start moving, which has so she arches her back and snorts through her nose loudly...

  Still, as promised, he does it slowly, taking his time and ignoring how bad it must feel for her...

  What has gotten to him? Usually, he would never be this mean unless they were the ones pushing him to do it.

  Is Sira fine...?

  Staring down her body, Sincir notices her curled toes, slightly arched back, and her hand, which currently rubs against her sex seemingly as fast as she can possibly move it.

  ...Well then, he supposes it was a waste to worry about being too rough with this one.

  Still, it is obvious he is more than a little upset with the universe at the moment, and looking for someone to take it out on. However, Sira was really nice to him during both of their encounters, and Sincir is gd he did not push her too far...

  He should finish things up before he does actually end up hurting her. Not that it’ll be hard to do so when her throat is cmping around him this hard, mind you.

  And sure enough, after another minute or so of slow, tight thrusts into her throat, Sincir feels his orgasm approaching, producing a long moan as he releases his seed as deep into her throat as he can put it... Sira comes not long after, shuddering heavily beneath him while arching her back and curling her toes some more...

  By the time he pulls his hips away from her face, some of his cum is running down her nose, and she has her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

  “Sira?!” Sincir calls, quickly moving over so he can tap her face a couple of times, “Hey, don’t pass out on me right now!”

  It takes a couple of moments, but she blinks, focusing his face.

  “...Moo?”

  In spite of himself, Sincir snorts. “You can stop mooing now... Are you fine?”

  Sira flinches as she tries to move, groaning. “Feel like... Fucked by a troll...” she murmurs hoarsely.

  Sincir grimaces. “Sorry. I still have enough mana for some quick healing, so hang in there for a little more...”

  He starts with her throat, massaging it gently while casting a quick healing spell over it, then moves over to her cheeks, so she won’t have visibly bruises tomorrow... In the end, he ends up giving her a brief full body massage, though he isn’t able to heal all of her bruises with his current mana.

  “Sorry,” he repeats, “I was supposed to teach you, but I end up caught in our punishment game a little too much...”

  Having cleaned herself by now, Sira snorts. “I noticed it... But you didn’t see me compining, did you?”

  Being in the process of massaging her foot at the moment, Sincir bites the corner of his lower lip. “I... I should’ve asked more about how you were feeling instead of pushing it that hard, but my head wasn’t in the right pce. And besides, I’m not sure you actually learned anything now...”

  With her cheeks slightly blushed, Sira stares at him exasperatedly. “Sincir, I liked it... In fact, I might go looking for trolls on my own, in you don’t come back soon for our next lesson.”

  Sincir releases a soft breath of relief, forcing himself to rex... He should’ve realized Sira is fine, and that he doesn’t need to worry so much, but he is so tense at the moment that his thoughts barely work... And besides, he feels like apologizing for something; Anything will do.

  Lords, what a mess he is.

  “...S-Sincir, you have to g-go, right? Unless you’re pnning on doing me again, could y-you...?”

  Sincir blinks, realizing Sira is starting to grow quite heated from his massage at this point, and smiles, pcing a brief kiss against her foot as he gently drops it drown, then crawling toward her and taking her lips, which has she moaning into his mouth...

  “...I really have to go, sorry,” he whispers once their lips are apart again, meeting her gaze as he does so.

  “...You’re so terrible, leaving me like this,” she whispers back, “You’re not even going back home... Can’t you just spend the night here?”

  Sincir smiles apologetically. “I don’t think that’s a good idea... I’d need to return early in the morning, in any case, and something tells me your father might take issue with having me at the dinner table tonight.”

  Sira grimaces. “He has a wife to fuck, so of course he’d be fine with me sleeping by myself... Please? I’ll be your little cow again...”

  Sincir shudders. “Stop, you temptress; Look, I’ll bring some reading materials next time, okay? And I promise I’ll come with more time... Maybe even to spend the night, so we can have a proper teaching session.”

  Sira bites her lower lip, the disappointment in her eyes obvious, but she nods. “I’ll wait for you.”

  Having been about to rise, Sincir frowns, then sits over the edge of her bed, grimacing.

  He... He did it again, didn’t he? Fuck.

  “Sira...”

  “Yes?”

  Sitting up, she throws him a slightly concerned look over his sudden serious tone.

  Seeing her impressive breasts handing freely, and how she doesn’t bother to cover herself from his gaze, Sincir nearly gains another boner, but he forces himself to remain focused.

  “Listen, I... I live a dangerous life. I know we talked about this st time, but my promise to visit you... It’s something I can only keep for as long as I’m still alive.”

  Her face loses its color. “D-don’t speak like that... You’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.”

  Sincir shakes his head. “I hope so... But there is always a chance, and I don’t want you waiting for years, or even for the rest of your life, for somebody that will never come back.”

  Sira presses her lips together.

  “I know I promised, and I’ll try my best to come back to you, but if I don’t, and a month goes by without me showing up, I want you to move on with your life, okay?”

  “...No, I’ll wait for you, even if you take years to show up again.”

  Sincir grimaces, nearly cursing out loud; What sort of fantasy world does she think this is? If he doesn’t show up for a whole month, it means he is either dead, or has decided she is not worth the effort... Why would she still wait for him?

  “...Why?”

  Sira averts her gaze. “Just because... It’s my life, isn’t it? I can do whatever I want with it... If you care about it that much, then you just have to keep your promise and show up eventually.”

  Sincir facepalms. Fuck it, he tried; If she wants to spend her life alone because of two random encounters with him, then so be it.

  Deciding he washes his hand from the whole thing, Sincir rises and begins to search for his clothes in order to dresses himself... The vision of Eleanor’s shirt causes him to cringe, but he puts it on anyway, having promised her he’d wear it for the whole day.

  Noticing Sira is watching him, he smiles at her, sadly and apologetically. “Sorry for fucking your life up... Had you never met me, you’ve grown used to the boredom, eventually.”

  Sira hugs one of her knees, her expression serious as she sustains her gaze. “Sincir... I’d sooner have died,” she murmurs bluntly, causing him to blink, “So don’t apologize... Even if we never meet again, I’ll treasure the time we spent together... If I can ask one thing? Please be careful so that you can come back to me, okay? Next time, you can tell me about the second thing which was bothering you... I’ll hug you for as long as you need to.”

  Faced by her hazel, gleaming eyes under the orange sunlight slipping through the cracks of her curtain, Sincir swallows.

  “...Who is the terrible one now?”

  She smiles. “Don’t keep me waiting for too long, Mr. Bad Boy.”

  Fearing he might jump on that offer for a hug if he stays for another second longer, Sincir only stops for long enough to tuck his contracts under his shirt before heading toward her door.

  Outside, he passes by her mother on his way out, whose slightly blushed cheeks make if clear she heard at least some of what they did, though she doesn’t seem particurly angry at him, even if she avoids his eyes somewhat as he murmurs her a slightly awkward goodbye and an apology for any trouble he might’ve caused.

  “Just make sure to come back,” the woman murmurs at st, “And you’ll have no trouble from me...”

  Sincir sighs a breath of relief as he walks outside and feels a breeze against his slightly sweaty skin, making a face as he notices how low the sun hangs on the horizon.

  His mana isn’t completely empty, but he didn’t clean Sira or himself once they were done, which meas he left her room smelling like a brothel, as Collin would’ve put it. In any case, even while riding a horse, he’ll still be cutting it close if he takes any longer than this to leave...

  Speaking of which, where did that brat put his horse...? Oh, there it is.

  Sincir notices the man standing next to his horse immediately, his rge arms crossed as he leans against the fence... But he doesn’t think much of it until he realizes the fellow’s eyes are following him fixedly, at which point it doesn’t take Sincir much to guess the man’s identity.

  “Good evening,” he greets once he is close enough to, “Sira’s father, I presume?”

  The man nods, neither of them having bothered to smile at each other.

  “...You have the balls, I’ll give ya as much, boy; I assumed you’d at least try to sneak in.”

  Sincir shrugs. “Why would I? Nobody told me I wasn’t welcomed... Though I suppose I might have to, from now on.”

  The man snorts. “Fearless as they come, eh? Considering yer profession of choice, it makes sense...”

  Sincir shakes his head. “I’m sorry, but I’m short for time, so I’ll tell you the same I did Sira; I’m not husband material, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise. If she wants to fuck, that’s her own decision, and I’ll at least be careful not to get her pregnant, but I might stop coming some day... Either because I’m dead, or because I had to leave town.”

  The man blinks.

  “I know you’re worried for her, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” Sincir continues, “But Sira is a smart girl, and she has a right to make her own decisions in life... Even if she sometimes might come to regret them.”

  Having said as much, Sincir doesn’t wait for his answer, being in no mood to argue, and immediately walks forward to untie his horse, jumping on top of it.

  “...I wish Sira no harm,” he crifies, meeting the man’s gaze for one st time from atop the horse, “But girls like her will always fall for guys like me, and I’m too much of a piece of shit not to take advantage of that.”

  Sincir trots away then, never looking back.

  He might have to sneak in next time, and Sira might even refuse to see him now... But he doesn’t regret having said what did.

  Overprotective fathers are a pain to deal with, so he’d rather get things straight from the beginning.

  If the man can’t accept the fact Sara is now an adult, and that for a straight girl, that usually means sucking cock for fun, then he is going to suffer because of his stupidity... His wife does it for him, doesn’t she? So it’s not like he doesn’t understand.

  Well, there is some concern to be had over a guy’s intentions, so he sympathizes with parents to some extent... But Sira is the one they should be having a talk with, rather than every guy who approaches her, in Sincir’s opinion.

  What, do think he’d admit it to their faces if he was trying to trick her? Their little girl can either tell the terrible guys from the good ones, or she can’t... That’s just how the universe works.

  If they push her away, or pretend not to see it, then she’ll do it behind their backs... So unless they pn on sending her to become a nun, or worst yet, choose a husband for her according to their preferences... Hoping she’ll have good taste is their best bet, other than trying to teach her how to use her head, of course.

  Sira could’ve refused him at any point, but her father could’ve never stopped him, no matter how much he wanted to... Hence why the man should be having a talk with her, if he wants to set her head straight, not with him.

  Sincir shakes his head, forcing himself to stop thinking about Sira for now, since he has other problems to worry about, like when and how he’ll return home, and what he’ll tell the girls once it finally happens... He can’t put it off forever.

  Tomorrow... He’ll go talk to them in the morning.

  He’ll apologize, promise to never use Mind Magic on them again, and give Eleanor that stupid whip he brought, if that’s what it takes for her to forgive him...

  Things will be fine... Right?

  They have to be...

  Because he doesn’t know if he can live without the two of them anymore.