Chapter 10: Perfect teacher
The steamy morning air around the spring was thick with heat, musk, and very distracting noises.
Elder Lunara was sprawled out on a flat stone like a goddess in heat, one leg dangling in the water, the other resting on the shoulder of a red-faced young beastkin man. His hand was... busy between her thighs, fingers moving with awkward determination.
"Mnnnggh~! R-right there~ y-you blessed little beast~!"
Allen stood ten feet away, arms crossed, expression blank, trying his absolute best not to look but failing spectacularly.
"Elder, we’re supposed to be talking about sex ed," he said through gritted teeth.
Lunara arched her back, letting out a high-pitched moan that somehow turned into a sentence. "Ahhh~ s-sex ed is best taught—mmmngh~—with hands-on examples~!"
Fina whispered beside him, "Honestly, she’s more flexible than I expected."
"She’s more vocal than I expected," Allen muttered.
Lunara threw her head back, panting between words. "You—hahhh—taught Fina that cleaning up after sex was sacred, r-right~?!"
Allen rubbed his face. "I taught her nothing. She made that up."
Fina beamed. "I stand by it."