Oh, Right, This Was Treatment

Still seated in the driver's seat, I was leaning my upper body toward Seraphina in the passenger seat. Mwah, smack. After a brief exchange of heated kisses, Seraphina's hand happened to feel along the inside of my thigh.

There was already a fully erect cock there. Tap. Her palm closed around the heavy shaft. Perhaps it was a little too heavy to be the gearshift, because Seraphina lowered her gaze to confirm what it was.

Her gaze slowly—very slowly—drifted downward.

"……!"

[Name: Seraphina von Reinhardt]

[Emotion: Bewilderment, and… primal curiosity about 'that thing' she hadn't been able to see properly last time.]

"A slight side effect has developed during treatment, Major."

"A-a side effect…?"

"The blood flow has increased sharply. …As you can see."

I indicated with my chin the spot where her hand was touching.

Seraphina's face flushed so red it looked ready to burst. She hurriedly pulled her hand away, but the movement only stimulated me further.

"Hh…."

The stimulation drew a low moan from me. My cock throbbed hard, and my body jerked slightly.

"Ngh…!"

At that reaction, Seraphina bit her lip. Then she slowly raised her head again and studied my expression. In a trembling voice, she asked,

"Do I… need to calm this down?"

I couldn't hold back a lewd grin.

"It might be difficult to drive if you just leave it like this."

Seraphina couldn't bring herself to refuse.

This time, she leaned her upper body toward the driver's seat. The cleavage visible above the neckline of her evening dress came into view. With trembling fingers, she reached for the buckle of my trousers.

"…I've never learned how to do something like this."

She grumbled, but her hands did not stop. The zipper came down, and my taut, bulging underwear was pulled aside. The heavy shaft sprang up as though released from a spring.

"……!"

Her blue eyes shook as if an earthquake had struck. The thick shaft pulsed with visible veins. The glans, swollen as though it might burst, was already glistening with clear pre-cum. She unconsciously swallowed dryly.

'Status Analysis.'

[Name: Seraphina von Reinhardt]

[Status: In a state of visual shock. Overwhelmed.]

[Emotion: Instinctive fear and curiosity.]

"You can use your hand. It isn't difficult."

I offered the advice in a deliberately calm voice and leaned deep into the seat. Soon, Seraphina's white hand cautiously wrapped around the tip of my cock. The pleasant contrast between her cool palm and the hot glans felt exquisite.

"L-like this…?"

She cautiously began moving her hand up and down. Her touch was gentle, but she had no knack for it. She was merely gripping and shaking it like a stick.

In short, she was clumsy. At times she squeezed too tightly, creating uncomfortable pressure, while at others her fingernail lightly scraped my glans.

But it wasn't bad. Seraphina herself was fiddling with my cock in the cramped car, her gaze fixed between my thighs.

"Your hand is… so soft, Major."

"……T-that's a useless thing to say. Be quiet and concentrate."

I said that, but she couldn't take her eyes off my lower body.

"But just using my hand… may not be enough."

I let my voice carry a note of disappointment.

"What…?"

Seraphina's hand stopped. She looked up at me quizzically.

"The blood flow is too strong. I need a warmer, wetter stimulus. Only then can the congested energy be released."

The intention was obvious. Seraphina's lips moved soundlessly before her gaze dropped. Her throat bobbed.

"……You want me to use my mouth?"

"If you dislike it, I won't force you."

"……Haa."

She let out a short sigh and tucked her disheveled silver hair behind her ear. It was an elegant yet lewd gesture.

"…Just for today. It's merely part of the treatment."

Seraphina slowly lowered her head. When her hot breath touched the tip of my glans, the muscles on the inside of my thigh twitched on their own.

"……."

She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips to the tip.

Smack.

It was a careful, gentle kiss, as though she were kissing a lover.

The touch of her lips against my cool glans was hot, and above all, I could faintly feel the waxy texture of her lipstick. When she pulled her lips away, a red mark remained on the tip.

"Haa…."

When I let out another low moan, Seraphina's shoulders twitched. As though encouraged by my reaction, she opened her mouth a little wider.

Lick.

Her red tongue emerged between her lips and licked upward over the glans.

"Mmm… mwah, lick…."

She was clumsy. Not knowing how to move her tongue, she merely lapped at the surface like a piece of candy. But that awkwardness, contrasted with her normally impeccable demeanor, stirred a sense of conquest in me. Seraphina was licking my cock.

"Put it… inside your mouth. Don't let your teeth touch it… and use your tongue a little more actively…"

When I offered my pointers, Seraphina glared at me but moved as instructed.

Mwah.

A warm, wet sensation swallowed the glans. The upper half of the shaft disappeared into Seraphina's mouth.

"Mmmph…."

Her tongue traveled up along the shaft, then curled all around the glans.

"Haa, mmm, mwah…."

Her cheeks hollowed out. She had no technique for sucking like a vacuum cleaner, but the pressure of her tightly clenched jaw and lips squeezed the shaft.

Slurp, smooch…!

Before long, she began moving her head up and down. Her evening dress swayed with the steady rhythm. Through the gap in the neckline created by her leaning upper body, I could see her white breasts bobbing. Her beautiful neck was also completely exposed to my gaze. The visual pleasure was considerable.

"Haa……. You're doing very well. That's much better."

I casually reached out and stroked Seraphina's head, as though praising a cute subordinate rather than a noblewoman and a major.

Silver hair slipped softly between my fingers.

"……!"

At my touch, Seraphina's movements abruptly stopped. She didn't immediately brush my hand away, but neither did she rub her head against it and ask for more like Hannah. Complex emotions flickered in her eyes as she looked up at me.

It was bewilderment. She must have felt an instinctive rejection toward the insolent subordinate who dared place a hand on her head.

But Seraphina could not refuse outright. This was the same hand that had saved her from mana reflux.

"……."

She let me continue stroking her for a moment, then suddenly seemed to regain her senses and slowly pulled her head back. It was far from a decisive movement—merely an attempt to belatedly recover her dignity.

"…Captain."

She put on a stern voice.

"I'm overlooking this because it's part of the treatment… but don't cross the line."

She tried to glare at me.

"I'm your superior. …I refuse to be treated like a pet."

But her face was already flushed and her breathing was ragged. Rather than dignity, a stronger hint of sensuality was radiating from her.

'Status Analysis.'

[Name: Seraphina von Reinhardt]

[Status: Torn between authority and dependence, with a subtle sense of relief.]

[Emotion: Her reason insists she should be angry at the disrespect, while her instinct longs to depend on the sense of security this man provides.]

"My apologies. The patient endured the treatment so well that I lost myself for a moment."

"……Treatment. Yes, it was because of the treatment."

She used my excuse to convince herself. I gave a faint laugh and continued.

"Then we should proceed with the more intensive treatment… but we'll need to change positions."

"Positions?"

"Isn't this rather uncomfortable? To properly attune your energy… we'll need to be closer."

I pulled the lever beneath the driver's seat. The seat rattled as it slid all the way back. After making room, I tapped my thigh.

"Come over here, Major."

Seraphina frowned. The driver's seat was narrow, and telling her to climb on top of me meant she would have to take the initiative herself.

"…Here? In this cramped car? You're telling me to climb on top of you?"

"Then would you prefer to move to the more spacious back seat?"

"……Hah."

She let out a short sigh, as though she had nothing to say. Her gaze briefly swept over the shaft standing rigidly between my thighs.

"…Is it really unavoidable?"

She grumbled, but lifted her hips.

Rustle, slide.

There was no console box blocking the space between the seats in cars of this era. Thanks to that, she smoothly climbed onto my lap. I naturally placed my hands on her waist to help her keep her balance.

Seraphina twisted her hips this way and that as she settled onto my thighs. Her ample buttocks flattened and spread, and through the finest silk, I could feel the soft, warm flesh, her body heat mingling with mine. The pleasant pressure pressed firmly against my thighs.

And there was Seraphina, face-to-face with me at point-blank range. With her back to the steering wheel, both legs were spread along either side of the seat as though embracing my waist.

"Haa… this position is so…."

She grumbled and braced a hand against my shoulder.

"Bear with the discomfort, Major. You need treatment urgently, don't you?"

I spread my palm and slowly stroked up the smooth inner side of her thigh. It was cool and sleek like the finest porcelain, yet full of elasticity. It was distinctly different from Hannah's cozy, blanket-soft warmth.

I deliberately pressed hard against a sensitive spot on the inside of her thigh.

"Ngh!"

Her head fell back. Her swanlike white neck was exposed. I pressed my nose to it and inhaled her scent deeply. The nape of her neck carried the fragrance of expensive perfume.

I whispered in a deliberately serious voice,

"I should check the circulation in your upper body as well. This dress is too tight."

Without waiting for an answer, I slipped both hands inside her neckline.

"Hk…!"

Seraphina drew in a sharp breath. But I did not stop, pushing my hands deep inside. The feel of silk brushing across the backs of my hands lasted only a moment before I encountered something truly marvelous.