Witch Taming System

"Ah...?"

Lancel’s mind went blank.

He couldn’t even begin to process the situation.

A part of him still wanted to simply finish his shower and move on, but the undeniable surge of arousal made it impossible to pull away.

Fiore’s soft hand was wrapped around his shaft, her palm gliding over the sensitive tip while her fingers gently massaged his glans.

The pleasure was intense and far better than he had expected. If this was what she wanted, who was he to refuse something that felt this good?

"How is it?"

"You’re... really skilled with your hands..."

"Am I?"

Fiore truly was skilled. Her movements were confident, as if this wasn’t her first time handling a man.

In truth, she had never touched a real penis before until now.

What Lancel didn’t know was that Fiore had an entire collection of dildos hidden away in her drawer, each one thoroughly chosen to look and feel uncannily realistic.

She had spent countless hours practicing on them, stroking them as if she were giving a handjob, sucking them while imagining giving a proper blowjob, and often riding another dildo deep inside her pussy at the same time.

This was the secret, perverted side of Fiore that even Countess Gretelle wasn’t aware of. A young woman secretly addicted to masturbation and sexual self-exploration.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

The whisper of her breath was a searing brand against the shell of his ear, prompting his cock to twitch in her grasp.

"Yeah. It’s great..."

A breathy chuckle vibrated against his neck.

"Hehe~"

Fiore’s hand, which had been rubbing teasing circles over his tip, retreated. Lancel’s eyes tracked her movement as she retrieved a bottle from the tiled ledge.

Confusion passed through his lust-hazed mind.

Why was there lube here?

At that moment, however, Fiore answered without him even needing to ask the question, as if she wanted him to know.

"I sometimes have fun by myself in this bathroom."

Her master, Countess Gretelle, wouldn’t question a bottle labeled shampoo in the bathroom.

But unbeknownst to her, Fiore had replaced the contents with lubricant, using it during her private moments of pleasure whenever she showered here.

Though this was technically a guest bathroom, the witches of the mansion weren’t particular about which facilities they used.

That’s why Fiore had hidden similar bottles in every bathroom, including the one in Countess Gretelle’s private quarters.

"Ack...! It’s cold..."

Lancel flinched as Fiore squeezed a generous amount of the clear gel over his shaft. The sensation was jarring, contrasting with the warmth of the shower.

Fiore’s fingers wrapped around him again. But this time, the slick lubricant allowed her hand to move smoothly along his length.

The coolness of the gel rapidly warmed between their skin, creating a frictionless, intoxicating sensation that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Ah..."

Her thumb circled the sensitive tip while her other hand gently cupped his balls, massaging them in tandem with her stroking.

Lancel couldn’t even begin to describe this pleasure. This was a lot more stimulating than anything he was used to.

His head fell back against Fiore’s shoulder behind him.

The combination of pain from his injuries and the intense pleasure Fiore was providing created a dizzying sensation that left him unable to form coherent thoughts.

All he could do was feel her soft hands exploring every inch of his manhood and the warm water flowing over their bodies.

"Is this better?" Fiore asked.

She had moved closer, and Lancel could feel her breasts pressing against his back as she reached around to continue her ministrations.

"Miss Fiore... Why are you doing this...?"

Never before had Lancel felt this weak to pleasure. Perhaps it was because his body was still recovering, or the warm shower made his mind go hazy, but at this moment, all he wanted to do was sink into the pleasure Fiore was giving him.

His head lolled back against her shoulder. His body was completely surrendering to her touch.

"Because you’re my savior," Fiore whispered softly against his ear. "This was the real reward I wanted to give you."

"...I see."

Fiore’s hands continued their skilled work. She knew exactly how to bring him to the edge.

Just as Lancel felt himself approaching his limit, Fiore suddenly pulled her hands away.

"Lancel. Could you sit on the toilet?"

"Huh?"

The sudden withdrawal left him feeling oddly empty. He blinked, trying to focus on her words through the fog of pleasure.

"There’s something I want to try."

Lancel complied, slowly making his way to the toilet and settling on the closed lid. Fiore followed, and in that moment, she knelt before him.

"...."

Now at eye level, Lancel found himself staring directly at Fiore’s chest.

The water from the shower had soaked through her bikini top, making the thin fabric practically transparent. Her perky nipples pressed firmly against it as she knelt before him.

He couldn’t help but compare. Fiore’s breasts were larger than Ishtar’s, though not quite as substantial as Mei’s. The difference between Fiore and Mei wasn’t dramatic, but it was noticeable.

In any case, Fiore reached for another bottle, this one clearly labeled as soap. She squeezed a generous amount onto her chest.

The white liquid pooled in the valley between her breasts before she began to rub it in. Within moments, a rich lather formed, foaming and spreading across her cleavage as she worked it into her skin.

"Ah..."

Lancel shuddered as Fiore leaned forward, pressing her breasts together around his shaft. His penis slid between the soft, soapy mounds, enveloped in warmth that was amplified by the heat of the shower.

"Fuck..."

The sensation was intoxicating.

Squelch—— Squelch——

Fiore began moving her breasts up and down his length. Her hands pressed from the sides to maintain the perfect pressure.

The soap provided a slick glide that made every movement frictionless yet intensely stimulating.

The water dripped from her eyelashes, and her lips parted as she focused on bringing him pleasure.

"Is this... okay?" she asked.

"Yes... It’s... amazing..."

Fiore smiled, clearly pleased with his reaction. She continued her movements, her pace gradually increasing.

Lancel had never experienced this before. Not even Leticia had been bold enough for something like this.

For Lancel, this was entirely new territory. A kind of pleasure he’d never encountered.

More than that, it was the first time he wasn’t in control.

He couldn’t deny it. Fiore was much more of a pervert than he’d ever imagined.