Foreigner Volume 8, Chapter 181

Volume 8 Chapter 181, Steady Advance ~ 34

　Just because Isolde's training was over did not mean that they were leaving immediately. Minerva and Liz's main reason for venturing outside of the town of Deligrande was to refresh themselves.

　Minerva is sitting on the green and just relaxing, while Liz is probably restless doing nothing. She is picking wildflowers for food, and Leia is going over the chant that Solor wrote up last night to put on the airship. She hadn't been able to check it last night because Satoru had been rough with her and she had fainted for the first time in a long time.

　The magic formula seems to be divided into two stages, and even the knowledgeable Leia seems to have difficulty analyzing it.

　While the slaves were spending their time in their own way, Satoru was feeling a little uncomfortable.

　The reason is simple. It's because of Isolde, who sits stiffly on seiza within arm's reach and continues to watch Satoru.

　So far, he had a reasonable sense of distance from Isolde. Basically, she had kept a bit of distance from Satoru. He had thought that her aversion to men might have made her do so, but this sudden closing of the distance was unexpected.

　Satoru guessed it was because she has decided to allow him to be with her that she is so close to Satoru, but honestly, it's very unsettling to have her keep staring at him.

「Hey, Isolde」

「Ha!」

　Isolde responds with a small expression of joy. Her reaction is completely doggy-like.

「Have you ever onani before?」[TLN Masturbate]

「Onani, what is that?」

　Satoru's face turned sour when Isolde replied.

「From there, huh? It's masturbating, get it?」[自慰]

　Sometimes, people in this world do not understand foreign words. This is especially true in the sexual field. Isolde understood the meaning of Satoru's words and her cheeks flushed.

「......N, no」

　Clearly embarrassed, but with her eyes fixed on Satoru, Isolde answered honestly. Isolde is a ridiculously honest person. She does not want to lie, she does not want to deceive, and this feeling of not wanting to deceive does not allow her to avert her gaze.

「....... then, of course, you don't have any experience of climax, have you?」

　Isolde nodded her head. Since she had never had intercourse or masturbated, there was no way she had ever climaxed. Satoru took a deep breath, realizing now that he didn't need to bother asking the question.

「No sexual experience to begin with, huh? That's a tough one.」

　Satoru doesn't know much about Isolde's upbringing. He had never heard it. Even so, it is reasonable to assume that sexual talk was frowned upon. Otherwise, there would be no explanation for her attitude, and there is no way she would have asked to be tied up.

「I-I knew it, am I not good enough to be the Miord's partner?」

　Satoru turned a straight face at Isolde, who pulled his chin back a little and looked down at her with a dejected expression on her face.

「That's not it. I'm worried about you.」

「I-I'm not worthy of your kind words」

　Isolde's cheeks were stained and she turned her head to the side. Finally, her gaze was removed.

　Satoru wonders if Isolde, who has been brought up only as a swordsman, will be able to properly grasp the feeling of being a woman. That's where she has to start. If she is averse to the idea at first, it will be very difficult for her in the future.

「Stand up.」

　At Satoru's command, Isolde quickly stood up on the spot. He beckons her to come a little closer.

The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing and how to do it.

「Hah... n-no, I mean, I'm going to get out of control if you don't do tie me. ......」

「We're not doing it here. I told you we'd do it when we got back. Just stand there.」

「Haa.....」

　Satoru's gaze turns to Isolde's lower abdomen. Isolde, wearing colorless pants look and standing in a careful posture next to Satoru, has a tense expression on her face.

　Satoru does not touch her, but simply holds out his hand toward her. Isolde reacts with a jerk.

「Don't move.」

　Isolde's body is tense at Satoru's command, but she tries her best not to retreat. However, perhaps relieved that Satoru only held out his hand and did not touch her, she gradually relaxes.

　Isolde felt a strange warmth from Satoru's palm, which was held out, and she twisted a little.

「Haa ......aahh......」

　A sigh escaped from her mouth. The warmth emanating from his palm slowly enveloped her entire body. It was the first time she had ever felt this. She feels as if something unidentifiable is crawling around inside her body.

「Do you feel some kind of magic power gushing out of me?」

「T-there is. It's itchy, or a slight warmth.」

　Isolde replied as if she was floating in a fever. There is a strange tingling in the pit of her lower abdomen. Satoru nodded at Isolde's reply.

「I see. Well, then, it may be difficult, but try to accept the magic power that is gushing out of me.」

「Okay ......」

　Isolde did as she was told and honestly accepted the magic power that Satoru was releasing. It is not difficult for Isolde, who excels in controlling magic power. She already knows the waveform of Satoru's soul, so all she has to do is match it.

　――At the very moment...

「Hhauuhhh!」

　Isolde's body jumped. Minerva is looking at her with great interest.

「What's happened?」

「N-no,...... th-that,......, my lower abdomen felt strangely hot,......」

　Isolde was confused to the hilt by the sensation for the first time. The depths of her lower abdomen were strangely hot. A sensation that shakes her from the core of her body. Her breath becomes ragged. Her vision gradually becomes blurry, and her legs begin to tremble.

「It's an s-strange feeling,...... as if I'm floating in a fever,......, a-and my head is a bit fuzzy,.......」

「Just like that. Ease into your body and accept it. Don't refuse. ......」

　The small whisper of Satoru's voice is sinking into her head. The magic power from Satoru's palm, which is only held out in the air, is incredibly hot, and Isolde accepts it with disbelief as her lower abdomen pulsates with a throbbing sensation.

　I want it―Isolde thinks, without a reason.

　Want? Want what?

　Isolde tried to think and realized that she couldn't get her thoughts together. It was nice to see her Milord sitting in front of her, looking at her face.

　The lower half of my body―Oh, I see. Her womb is tingling. A different part from the pool of magic power. She felt the liquid spilling out of her vagina.

「Haah......haaa, nnfuhh.......nnahh」

　Isolde, who had voiced her feelings as she felt them, suddenly realized and began to wince.

「T-the voice just now ...... is really ......my ......」

　I couldn't believe it was me who had just made that lustful voice!?

　Isolde's face turns bright red. She forgets to accept the magic power that Satoru releases, and is simply flustered.

「Ain't you cute?」

　She failed to grasp the meaning of Satoru's words. Half a moment later, Isolde takes a half step back.

「Nhahh!? C-c-c-cute!? Me? Impossible!」

「Why makes you think that?」

　Satoru laughed at the fierce rejection and lowered his hand. Isolde was dismayed to realize that she had moved even though she had been ordered not to move. But Satoru showed no sign of concern.

「I am not attractive as a girl, therefore ...... uhm ......」

　Isolde felt her underwear slowly getting wet and rubbed her thighs together, while Isolde looked away from Satoru and blurted out, her gaze slanting downwards.

　She has never been called cute in her life, so it was too confusing for her.

「Breasts big and small, the roundness of body and buttocks big and small, these are not the only attractive elements of a woman.」

　Satoru stood up and walked toward Isolde, who was a little distance away, muttering to herself. The woman was told not to move, but she did, and Isolde could not run away.

　Satoru, standing directly in front of Isolde, suddenly slapped her on both cheeks with his palms.

「Ah, it hurts!」

　Isolde looked up with an unexpected shock. She had been looking away from him with her head down, but Isolde panicked when he looked directly at her. But the expression on Satoru's face as he sandwiched both her cheeks together was serious. She can't take her eyes off him.

「Listen here, don't make me say this again and again. You're a good woman, no doubt about it.」

　Isolde's thoughts were still confused by these unbelievable words. Growing up in the village, she had never been praised for her appearance.

　When she was still the head of the clan, Sheryl gave her a glimpse of her true face and praised her for her dignified, clear beauty, but she only listened to her half-heartedly.

「H-However, ......」

　A swordsman's appearance is irrelevant. All that matters is physical training and control of magic power. She was brought up in such an environment. Even though the beauty was only secondary, and now she's being praised for it. Even more so, she's happy about it.

　Isolde's mind was filled with confusion.

「Ohh? You disagree with my view, you Lord? Is that your loyalty?」

　Isolde choked up at Satoru's words and whispered to her with a wicked smile.

　For a swordsman like Isolde, the word of her Lord is absolute. As with knights, loyalty to the head of the Holy Sword Clan was considered more important than loyalty to oneself. If the Lord calls something white black, it becomes black, and they are that determined.

「Th-that's .......The way you ask the question is mean......」

「Sorry, sorry.」

　When Isolde's lips twitched in protest, Satoru smiled innocently and apologized for his rudeness. Isolde's heart skipped a beat when she saw his smile. Satoru removes his hands from her cheeks and pats her head. Isolde does as she is told―but it is irresistibly comforting.

「You're an attractive woman, without a doubt. If anything, you're the type I'd like to mess up.」

　Satoru can feel Leia's eyes on him.

　Before, "I thought my Lord might prefer to mess up and bring a proud woman like Isolde submit to you?" Leia pointed out that. Whether or not Leia thought that was true after all is a mystery.

「When you say me-messed me up, do you mean like ...... last night, like Leia-dono, right?」

　Satoru's hand, which had been patting her head, stopped. His smile is gone and he looked a little scary. The obvious anger on his face now makes her shudder with fear.

「........I've been thinking about this for a while. You know, you shouldn't pretend to be asleep and peek at us. Just to be clear, that's rude.」

　Isolde clenched her back teeth. Even Isolde herself thought the act was rude.

「M-My apologies, ....... B-But I couldn't help but be curious. ......」

　Isolde also knew that intercourse was a means of procreation. When she had her first menstruation, a female senior taught her about it.

　However, at the time, Isolde did not understand it at all. She thought it was just a matter of welcoming a man's genitals into her own and receiving his seed to bear a child. That was all she could think of.

　There was pleasure and enjoyment in it, and the desire to be swept away. It is a hindrance to training, and therefore sexual desire has been avoided as unnecessary and useless in the Holy Sword Clan. Isolde believed so, too.

　And yet, how I think now? The women who are embraced by Satoru are all receiving pleasure. Liz, who is younger than herself and physically smaller, and Leia, whose virgin membrane regenerates and receives pain every time she is penetrated, are also immersed in tremendous pleasure and find the act to be supreme. Isolde was shocked to see that these women found pleasure not in procreation but in sexual intercourse itself.

　At first, Isolde even though these women were filthy. She had also thought of them as depraved beings who were driven by sexual desire, which was an obstacle to their training and way of life―And yet

　At some point, Isolde also became aware of the feelings that resided within her. When she became aware of these feelings, she was astonished.

　―I am jealous.

　She knew she was feeling that way.

　However, she was not fully aware that it was an emotion called jealousy. It just bothered her. That's why she peeked at the way they are having sex every night.

　Isolde looked down a little again, and Satoru smiled a little and patter her on the shoulder. If she is aware of what she has done wrong and is properly remorseful, there is no need to complain.

「So? How do you feel you want to be treated?」

「......Honestly, I am not sure. However, I wonder how to describe it... I feel that the tenderness of Milord is different when you're holding Liz-dono」

　Isolde revealed her feelings as they were.

　Satoru noticed that Liz was looking at him in a meaningful way and hesitated to open his mouth.

　As Satoru told Leia last night when they were together, there is a way to hold a woman that suits them, even if you are just holding them.

　Leia has a mild preference for humiliation and prefers to be subjugated. Rico is the type that finds humiliation most arousing, and Minerva is uninhibited in her carnal desires, even preferring a little pain. Liz is not accustomed to this type of behavior and does not show any particular preference, but she is generally gentle. Solor's tastes vary depending on the mode, but as a whole, she has a strong tendency to be abused.

　Liz's gaze was probably meant to express her dissatisfaction that she was being held in a slightly different direction than the other girls. That said, he has no taste for humiliating young girls.

　However, now is the time to face Isolde. Satoru gathers his thoughts and faces the female swordsman, who is still a little stiff.

「You were saying about wanting to be tied up, but it's not like you're hoping for something like that, right?」

「Th-That's simply because it looks like I'm going to get out of control ......」

　Isolde returns with a red face. Maybe she's a submission type, Satoru thinks.

　Isolde has high self-esteem.  Her defeat against Satoru was the first defeat in her life.

　He doesn't know if she gets sexual arousal from being subjugated. However, it can be said that part of her desire to be tied up was a natural outgrowth of that desire.

　It is conceivable that Isolde has a desire to devote herself, body and soul, to the one who has defeated her.

　――I mean, I knew she is an M woman.

　Satoru sighed deeply thinking about his own karma as women with such tastes were coming around him.

「I'd like to confirm something.」

「You can ask me anything.」

「What's your menstrual interval?」

「? It's pretty varied. I'd say it's longer than most people.」

「I knew it.」

　Satoru nodded gravely. Female athletes in rhythmic gymnastics, marathon running, and other athletics, especially those who compete in track and field events, sometimes have their periods at different intervals or never have them in the first place. This is because their bodies are prioritized as athletes, not as women. He thought there was a good chance that this was the case with Isolde, considering her sharpened and slender body, but as he thought, it is so.

　Isolde tilted her head with a curious expression. Women in this world have no knowledge of menstrual irregularities.

「Is there a problem?」

「Hmm, no, not so much of a problem, but......」

　Satoru scratched the back of his head and looked again at Isolde's body standing in front of him.

　The soft leather armor she wears makes it difficult to see her body shape, but she has a slender body overall. Her shoulders are surprisingly broad and she has a pigeon chest (鳩胸). Her toned and muscled figure suggests that she probably has little fat.

　She has the body of an athlete, not of a woman, but of a swordsman.

「Now, to put it simply, your body is that of a swordsman before it is that of a woman.」

「Umm...... ah, Oh, by having sexual intercourse with Milord, my body become a woman's body. Is that what you mean?」[TLN: She says まぐわ = to have sexual intercourse]

「Sexual intercourse...... w-well, that's how it is.」

「Is it like that, huh」

　Satoru is perplexed by Isolde's so casual reply.

「If I can change into a woman by Milord. That's what I want. I belong to Milord. If I become your, there will be no problem.」

　Isolde's expression was crisp and clear. She must have made a clear distinction between the two.

「Besides. Even if my body is transformed into a woman, I am still a swordsman. I am what I am.」

　Satoru smiled a little at Isolde's haughty attitude as she turned her thin chest away from him. This attitude suggests that his own consideration was unnecessary, if not meaningless.

「...... You're strong.」

　At the sound of Satoru's impressed voice, Isolde shook her head from side to side.

「No, no, no. I am defeated by Milord. Not only in physical strength. I am impressed by the size of your abilities.」

　Satoru was dismayed this time. He is not accustomed to having her eyes looked directly at him and having words of praise directed at him.

「Muh, t-that's embarrassing.」

「There is nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud of yourself. It is precise because of Milord that I am willing to open myself to you.」

　Satoru's shoulders rose as he realized that he had been completely swallowed up in his attempt to test Isolde's resolve.

　The only thing is that both Isolde and Satoru themselves are fragile when attacked in areas they don't expect to be attacked. The core of this beautiful female swordsman's heart is strong. Once she has made up her mind, her resolve is not easily shaken.

「I see. Well then, I will tease you to plenty when we return.」

「To the fullest.」

　Despite the devil's comment, Isolde smiled back at him without fear.

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