How to Live as a Genius Scholar in another World

Chapter 30 – Francesca Aetrinen (2)

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My first impression was “warm.”

“*Mmmwah.  Smooch…*”

Francesca clung to me, continuing the kiss.  As our breaths mingled in each other’s mouths, the scent of distilled liquor and Francesca’s own fragrance filled the air.

“*Haa… mnn…*”

Our lips remained locked for what felt like minutes.  When we finally parted for air, Francesca’s tongue, which had been licking my lips, darted into my mouth, then retreated, seemingly unable to find its target.

But something felt strange.

The kiss, which should have been mere foreplay, was excessively fervent.  It wasn’t the kind of kiss that built anticipation.  It felt more like she was flustered and unsure of what to do in this unfamiliar situation.

“*Haa… ngh…*”

Her eyes, closed from the moment our lips met, showed no sign of opening. Honestly, the kiss itself didn’t feel very skilled. There was no technique to the way our tongues mingled; it was just desperate sucking and licking.

The affection in the kiss was undeniable, but even as I stroked her back, Francesca trembled.

“*Hooo…*”

Her inexperience gave me a strange sense of calm. I caught my breath and let the alcohol settle. I sat up and lifted Francesca onto my back.

*Heave!*

“…*Oh.*”

Francesca made a disappointed sound as our lips parted.  I didn’t hesitate and carried her to the bed.  I laid her down on the clean, white sheets.

*Thump.*

I positioned Francesca on the bed and climbed on top of her.

Francesca didn’t resist being beneath me at all.  Without averting her gaze, she cupped my face in her hands and caressed my cheeks. I reached out and brushed the hair away from her face.

She shivered slightly at my touch, then hesitantly leaned her cheek against my hand. Her body temperature, heightened by arousal and alcohol, felt lukewarm against the cool air.

That was the starting signal.

I nuzzled her neck and began to lick and nibble at her skin.

“*Ah… haa!!*”

Her soft body trembled with a mixture of tension and excitement.  Even as I felt her tense up, my tongue didn’t stop.

—*Slide.*

I placed one hand on Francesca’s hip.

Slowly, so as not to startle or frighten her.  But firmly enough for her to feel the touch.  I slid my hand along her body.

I resisted the urge to immediately reach for her breasts or pussy.  Francesca seemed completely inexperienced with sex. Touching her there would likely be as nerve-wracking as penetration itself.

Caressing and foreplay were meant to prepare for sex, not to increase fear and tension. That would defeat the purpose.

“…*Hmm…*”

I continued to caress her bare skin as I slowly undressed her.

Francesca’s nightgown was loose and easy to remove. I took off her bottoms and slid my hand under the back of her top.  Surprisingly, she was wearing a negligee-like undergarment instead of a bra.

She must have anticipated this.  The realization heightened my arousal as I removed the rest of her clothes.

I briefly considered leaving her top on out of consideration for her modesty, but I couldn’t resist the desire to see her breasts.

“—*Ahh… oh…*”

As I continued to caress her while undressing her, her moans became increasingly sensual, fueled by the alcohol. But for smooth penetration, I needed to further arouse her and bring her to climax.

Fortunately, a body tense with first-time nerves would likely climax easily, even if inexperienced.  My dick felt like it was about to explode.

—*Kiss.*

I kissed Francesca’s neck again, then shifted my position to lie beside her.  Before she could react, I slipped my tongue back into her mouth.

“*Mmm… mm…*”

I slipped my right arm behind Francesca’s neck, cradling her head, and used that hand to cup and caress her breast. The sensation was even more intoxicating than I had imagined.

—*Squish.*

As I continued to kiss her and fondle her breast, I moved my other hand to her thigh.  I applied slight pressure, as if tracing her skin, and slowly moved it upwards.

*Soft.*

I grazed her ass as my hand moved up. I didn’t linger, but the urge to bury my face in her breasts and grope her ass was almost overwhelming.

I barely managed to restrain myself, fueled by the sensation of her breast in my right hand.  My left hand, regaining its composure, continued its journey towards Francesca’s smooth, bare pussy.

The tip of my index finger touched her hot, wet folds.

“*Ah, ah…!*”

Was the sensation of another person’s hand on her pussy unfamiliar? Francesca moaned and closed her legs.

My left hand, trapped between her soft thighs, began to caress her through her panties.  I continued to kiss her deeply, preventing any apprehension from taking root.

“*Haa, hmm…*”

The pressure from her thighs gradually lessened as I continued my gentle caresses.  Hesitantly, she spread her legs beneath me.

It took less than two minutes for the expected reaction.

“*Nngh…!  Hyaaah!!  Ha!!*”

*Spurt!  Phut!*

Her legs, which had been spreading, snapped shut, and Francesca’s hips bucked upwards.  Her back arched like a bow. Her ample breasts trembled with the intensity of her orgasm.

“*Haa… haa… haaa…!*”

Francesca wrapped her arms around my neck, gasping for breath.  It was as if she was desperately clinging to a lifeline as she was swept away by a wave of pleasure.

I stopped kissing and caressing her with my fingers, gently stroking her breast instead.

After a few minutes, I felt a small, feminine hand on my head. Francesca was stroking my hair.

It was a gesture of acceptance, signaling that she was ready for the next stage.  Frankly, I felt like I was going to die from the blood rushing to my lower body.

I moved the hand that was caressing her pussy and slid it along her soft skin. My right hand grasped the edge of her panties and pulled them down, while my other hand lifted her hips to help remove them.

As her panties came off, her long, shapely legs stretched out like a ballerina’s.  Francesca covered her mouth with the back of her hand, as if embarrassed.

“—*Mm…*”

Francesca made a small sound as she saw my hand covered in her juices. I lightly licked my fingers.

*Flinch!*

Francesca shivered as if my tongue had grazed her own skin and covered her eyes with her hands.  But I could see her blue eyes peeking out from between her fingers, watching me.

I couldn’t lick my hand all day, so I wiped it on my clothes. I knelt on the bed and removed my shirt.

*Slide—*

“…*Oh♥*”

The moment my physique was revealed, Francesca instinctively made a sweet… or rather, a very primal, almost animalistic sound.

Embarrassed, she quickly averted her gaze when our eyes met.  But her reaction was such a boost to my male ego that I felt like bowing to her.

These muscles weren’t the result of Beast Regression, but from my regular training.  That made me even prouder, but the real challenge was yet to come.

Francesca reached for my belt, as if to help me undress.  I tossed my shirt onto the table and watched as she undid my belt and pulled down my pants.

*Slide.*

*Whoosh!*

That’s when it happened.

My monstrous cock, which had been restrained for so long, sprang free like a snake striking from below, passing right in front of her face.

Then, obeying gravity and the angle of my erection, it landed squarely on her forehead.

“—”

Francesca stared up at the massive cock resting on her face, dumbfounded.  It was so long that even with her entire face covered, the base and the tip still stuck out.

“—*Haa, haa.  Haa, haa.*”

Francesca took short, rapid breaths as if trying to calm her racing heart.  With each inhale, the scent of my cock filled her nostrils.

“*Haa.  Haa.  Haaa—*”

The smell of my cock on her face made Francesca’s breathing grow heavier.  With trembling hands, she reached out and grasped the shaft.  Her fingers, slender like an adult woman’s, were small.  They could barely wrap around my girth.

*Stroke.  Stroke.*

Francesca stroked the tip and the base, then, as if intoxicated by the scent, she lightly licked the middle of my shaft.

—*Lick.*

“*Ugh.*”

It was my turn to moan.  The sensation of her small tongue sent a shiver down my spine, and my cock twitched. Francesca looked up at me, her eyes wide, gauging my reaction as she kissed my cock.

I silently stroked her hair, gently so as not to mess it up.  As if taking that as permission, Francesca began to lick the base of my cock fervently.

“*Slurp.  Haa.  Slurp…*”

Francesca’s tongue work was as clumsy as her kissing.  But she seemed to find pleasure in the act itself, her eyes growing hazy.

“*Mmm… hmm… slurp…*”

As if it were a natural progression, Francesca began to suck on my cock, taking the head into her mouth.  Even though her technique was lacking, her enthusiasm was clear.

I understood the reason for Francesca’s somewhat aggressive and enthusiastic approach, contrasted by her clumsy technique.

Her homeland was a dwarven nation. It was said to have close ties with Germania, a land of Vikings.

Viking men were known for their aversion to premarital sex and emphasis on chastity.  They viewed ships as feminine, believing that a ship’s spirit would become jealous, or that they needed to die pure to enter Valhalla.

Perhaps Francesca, influenced by this culture, had received little sex education and had acquired her knowledge after leaving her homeland, without proper guidance?

Just like teenagers who watched porn and mistook its often extreme depictions for the norm, Francesca’s understanding of sex might have been shaped by novels or other sources depicting graphic but unrealistic scenarios, leading to this intense but clumsy oral sex.

To be honest, I had never experienced a blowjob before either.  Perhaps that was why even the occasional bump of her teeth felt stimulating.

“*Haa…*”

After wetting my shaft with her tongue for a while, Francesca pulled away and moved towards the tip.

“*Haam…*”

Francesca grasped my long cock with her hand and took the head into her mouth. I felt the tip enveloped in the warm, wet space.  Her hot breath grazed my glans with each inhale.

“*Mmm…*”

Francesca could only take about half of my cock into her mouth.  No, judging by the way it felt like it was barely touching the back of her throat, she was taking in more than she could handle.

“*Huuu…*”

Francesca’s breath against my cock, the warmth of her mouth on my glans, her fervent licking—none of it was as arousing as her gaze, constantly checking my expression.

Some people called acts like fellatio “service,” because it was something done for the other person’s pleasure, even if it wasn’t enjoyable for the giver.

“*Mmm… haa… slurp…*”

That was Francesca now.  Her loving gaze, constantly searching my face for any sign of discomfort or preference, was adorable.

And unfortunately for Francesca, it also meant that her blowjob skills weren’t enough to make me cum.

—*Squeeze.*

I was starting to think that Francesca could lick me until her jaw dislocated, and I still wouldn’t cum. That’s when she started stroking my saliva-covered cock with her other hand.

“…*Fuck!*”

For the first time since we started, I made a sound. Even with almost half of my enlarged cock in her mouth, there was still enough length for her hands to work with.

The combination of the blowjob and handjob intensified the pleasure exponentially.  Handjob technique didn’t require much skill.  I just stroked up and down when I masturbated.

What I didn’t expect was—Francesca’s innate dwarven dexterity coming into play.

—*Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke…!!*

“*Ugh, Francesca! W-wait…!*”

Unlike her clumsy tongue, Francesca’s hands quickly became adept, like a sponge absorbing water.

Her two hands moved in different ways and at different speeds.  The pleasure of her rotating wrists, stimulating my cock from all angles! It escalated my arousal like a snowball gathering momentum.

How was this possible?  Was she using her ability to see temperature to observe the changes in my body heat?  It felt like she was pinpointing exactly what brought me pleasure and translating it into the movements of her hands.

—*Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke…!!*

—*Suck, suck, suck, suck.*

“*Fuck…!*”

I realized that Francesca wouldn’t stop until I came.  Her relentless hand movements, contrasted by her less skilled tongue, sent my arousal soaring.

“*Mmpph… sluuurp…*”

Meanwhile, her wide, blue eyes still held her usual timidness.

Her gaze, constantly checking if she was doing it right, if I was enjoying it.  And her small hands, moving persistently beneath that gaze.

The unbalanced combination of her devoted timidity and relentless skill—I finally reached my limit.

When Francesca’s tongue flicked across the underside of my glans, my cock erupted, spewing cum like a bursting dam.

—*Gush!*

—*Spurt!  Spurt, spurt, spurt!!*

“…!!”

“*Ugh?!*”

Francesca was startled.  I was equally surprised.  Francesca was surprised by the sheer volume of cum flooding her mouth, and I was surprised that the flow wouldn’t stop.

My enlarged cock produced an abnormal amount of cum. If my previous orgasms felt like a quick spurt, this was like a thick stream of piss, the pleasure continuing without end.

“…!!”

*Spurt!*

Francesca stopped her hands in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. She held on, her mouth still wrapped around my glans.  Naturally, the cum overflowing her mouth filled it to the brim, the sensation even reaching my cock.

“Francesca…! Just spit it out, and we’ll…”

—Clean up later, I was about to say.

“—*Gulp.*”

Francesca’s throat bobbed.

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