If You Don't Like It, Shall We Stop the Treatment?

"We should also check the circulation in your upper body. Your dress is too tight."

I didn't wait for an answer and slipped both hands inside her neckline.

"Hk…!"

Seraphina drew in a breath. But I didn't stop, pushing my hands deeper inside. The feel of silk brushing the backs of my hands lasted only a moment before I encountered something marvelous.

A sensation of fullness. It sprang back elastically no matter how tightly I squeezed, yet filled my palms completely with overwhelming volume.

"Hnnngh…!"

I spread my fingers wide and firmly grasped that voluptuous fruit. As my fingers moved, their outlines repeatedly bulged beneath the navy dress before disappearing again.

"Your heart rate is elevated. The mammary tissue is also… quite tense."

"D-don't say things like that… Ngh, don't…!"

I massaged her breasts while pretending to diagnose her. I could already feel her nipples, stiff and angrily erect. Soon, I caught the adorable buds between my thumb and forefinger and pinched them with a twisting motion.

'The Touch of Attunement.'

[It heightens the target's sensitivity and induces mild pleasure.]

"Haaah…♡?!"

Seraphina gripped my shoulders tightly and shuddered with her head thrown back.

"Hk…!"

She hurriedly covered her mouth. She seemed startled by the moan she'd just made.

"Th-that just now…!"

I smiled in satisfaction and withdrew my hand from inside her evening dress.

"It's all right. It's a healing reaction caused by the circulation in your upper body being unblocked."

"R-right… this is treatment, so…."

She seized the lifeline I offered. It was such an easy and sweet pretext.

And I moved on to the main point.

"Your upper body is more or less stabilized, Major. Now… I'll examine the most important area."

I lowered my hand. This time, it slipped through the slit in her dress. Without hesitation, I headed straight for the most intimate place.

"Hnngh…?! W-wait…!"

"With mana reflux, the lower dantian—in other words, the area around the uterus—is usually the important part."

I repeated what I'd said last time. The next words were obvious.

"……The area of contact, and the surface area…?"

"As expected of you, Major."

This would make things go quickly. Since she'd seen results from the last treatment, she had no grounds to refuse.

"I'd like to check the progress of the previous treatment. I'll examine it directly with my own eyes."

But perhaps this was on an entirely different level.

"E-examine it…? Here?"

Seraphina stared at me in shock.

"Palpation alone won't allow me to achieve perfect attunement. I need to examine the redness of the skin and the condition of the mucous membranes for an accurate diagnosis."

I leaned back against the seat and made my shameless demand.

"Spread your legs and show me, Major."

"……."

Her eyes shook violently.

"……That's insane."

Was it because I hadn't used [Captivating Speech]? Seraphina's rejection was stronger than I'd expected.

"You touched my body however you pleased under the pretext of treatment, and now… you're asking me to spread my legs and show you inside like a whore?"

Her face flushed scarlet. She instinctively tried to pull her body back and put some distance between us.

"I may be desperate, but there are limits, Captain."

Seraphina seemed genuinely humiliated. It was, like her rejection of the hand stroking her head, the last remnant of her pride.

'…Shall I try it?'

But unlike before, I had no intention of backing down. I was the one holding the reins of our relationship, after all. If this was a hurdle we'd have to cross eventually, there was no reason not to cross it now.

"……I apologize."

I removed the hand that had been caressing her thigh and leaned my upper body back. I even withdrew the hands supporting her waist and raised both hands. The warmth of my embrace vanished in an instant.

"You are right, Major. Doing something like this in a car… is beneath your dignity."

"……What did you say?"

When I obediently backed off, Seraphina was the one who grew agitated. Perhaps she'd expected me to keep trying to persuade her.

"Then we'll stop the treatment here. Please return to your seat. I'll drive you back to your quarters."

I avoided her eyes and adopted a businesslike attitude.

Seraphina was now visibly flustered. Sitting awkwardly on my lap, she was at a loss—she couldn't get down, but she couldn't continue either. Whichever way she chose, she would be giving something up: a lose-lose dilemma.

"…W-wait."

In the end, Seraphina spoke first.

"M-Max… wait."

She desperately gripped my shoulders. Rather than getting down, she seemed to be trying to burrow deeper into my embrace.

"I-I… was wrong."

A little moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes.

"I doubted your kindness… over nothing but my shallow pride. What does it matter that I'm your superior officer or a noble…? I can't even take care of my own body, yet I tried to lecture you about decorum."

She rested her forehead against my chest. Her voice trembled.

"……I'm sorry. I was foolish…."

I concealed the thoughts that almost slipped out and asked with my expression still stiff,

"But you said you didn't want to show yourself, Major."

"…I-it's not that I don't want to…."

She squeezed her eyes shut, then finally gripped the hem of her dress with trembling hands.

"……I'll do as you tell me…."

She slowly lifted her hips. Her slender hands raised the hem of her dress.

Swish-.

As the navy silk slid up her thighs, it revealed her snow-white thighs—and, hidden between them, the same black lace underwear as yesterday.

"……Ngh."

At last, her fingers caught the edge of her panties, and they slid down along her smooth legs. Then her knees slowly spread apart.

Beneath the mound covered in pale silver pubic hair, the tightly closed pale-pink petals slowly began to reveal a slit as her legs opened.

"……Is this enough?"

Unable to bring herself to look at me, she turned her head away and asked.

I didn't answer, instead studying the area in detail with a blatantly appraising gaze, like a doctor making a diagnosis.

Her body was already heated from the kisses and caresses. The opening between her legs was moist and glistening as though holding honey, and merely at the touch of my gaze, it twitched and repeatedly contracted and relaxed.

And then—drip.

A drop of clear vaginal fluid, unable to withstand its own weight, fell with a soft tap. It left a dark stain on the leather seat.

"Ah…."

Seraphina moaned at the explicit sight.

"Th-this is… because my mana is unstable……."

As if that one drop had exposed her most private place, Seraphina made excuses. Her face was flushed red as a tomato.

Instead of answering, I reached out and dipped my index finger into the fluid that had run out.

Sticky.

When I raised my finger, the viscous liquid stretched into a long thread before snapping.

"Because your mana is unstable…."

I rubbed my thumb and index finger together, checking the viscosity of the stringy fluid.

"If what you say is true, Major, then your condition is much more serious than I thought."

"……."

"Because this hot, sticky liquid keeps flowing out without stopping."

I brought the fluid-coated finger before her face. The lewd scent of an aroused woman wafted up, and Seraphina's pupils trembled.

"Look. Isn't that far too lewd for a mere by-product of mana?"

"Ugh…."

Seraphina lowered her head in shame. Not only her ears but even the area around her collarbone had turned bright red.

With a faint chuckle, I wiped the fluid from my finger against the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh.

"Well, the cause doesn't matter. What's important is…."

I pressed down firmly on her wet entrance with a finger.

"That it's this wet here, waiting for my treatment."

"……Ngh!"

"Excuse me."

I spread the closed petals apart with my thumb and index finger. The pale pink flesh hidden within was exposed.

It was unmistakably different. Hannah's had been lively and soft, like ripe fruit. Seraphina's was thin and sharp, like a finely carved statue. Her outer labia lacked volume, but her inner labia overlapped in layers like intricately folded petals. They even possessed an aristocratic elegance.

I found the small nub hidden at the upper edge of the vaginal opening with my index finger. It was her clitoris, shyly concealed beneath its hood.

"Th-there… Hngh!"

When I rubbed her clitoris in circles with my thumb, Seraphina writhed. Her thighs tightened around my waist.

'The Touch of Attunement.'

[The skill 'The Touch of Attunement (Lv.2)' is activated.]

[It amplifies the target's pleasure.]

I channeled pleasure through my fingertips and persistently tormented her clitoris, using the wet fluid as lubricant. I flicked it, pressed it firmly, and sometimes lightly scraped it with the tip of my fingernail.

"H, ngh! Hnnngh! Ah, aah!! M-Max…! S-stop…!"

She shook her head like a broken doll.

I withdrew my hand from her clitoris and inserted my middle and ring fingers side by side into her drenched entrance.

Plunge.

"H, kkeuuh…!!"

It was tight and hot. The pressure was so intense that I could clearly feel every fold of the inner walls.

Squish, squish.

"Please relax a little. I can't attune you properly if you're this tense."

I spoke calmly as I curled my fingers and scraped downward along the inner walls.

"H, hnnngh…!"

She tried to push my forearm away, but everything below her waist was responding honestly. She rocked her hips, trying to swallow my fingers even deeper.

I spread my fingers apart like scissors to widen the inner walls, then brought them together again and pulled them out in a smooth motion. Each time, wet friction sounds rang out.

"Haa, haa…."

After some time, her breathing grew ragged. The empty opening gaped as though craving something larger. It was a sign that fingers alone were not enough.

I pulled my fingers out.

"Ah…?"

Seraphina looked disappointed at the sudden sense of loss.

"I think you're ready."

I glanced pointedly at my groin.

"From here on, you'll have to do it yourself."