Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 3 Wonderful Technique

After gazing at me for a moment while I stood there awkwardly, Madame Rose abruptly stepped back and reclined on the bed.

She then declared, "Demonstrate your abilities. You may begin now."

I remained frozen in place, my mind struggling to process this unexpected turn of events.

Yet, upon reflection, I dimly recalled that the game's CG scenes unfolded in a similar fashion...

Gazing at her stretched out on the bed, I swallowed hard involuntarily.

With her positioned like that, her ample bosom rose prominently. A mere glance revealed it was no less than an H cup...

Actually, the official game guide confirmed it as an H cup. I'd pored over that guide countless times, though I spent more time admiring the illustrations...

The most astonishing aspect of it was...

This being a medieval realm, items like bras simply didn't exist.

Madame Rose's attire was quite sheer, allowing me to spot two tiny protrusions atop those mounds.

The fabric was so delicate that hints of pink from the tips shone through her garment.

Upon noticing this, I couldn't suppress another swallow.

Madame Rose had shut her eyes upon lying back, but sensing no movement, she reopened them to peer at me.

Startled by her gaze, I snapped to attention and sprang into motion.

I approached the bed's edge and cautiously extended my hands toward her form.

My fingers shook uncontrollably as they drew nearer.

Truth be told, I'd never encountered anything like this in my previous life! It was merely something I'd witnessed on a screen, so this marked my initial real-world attempt!

Nerves were inevitable!

Observing my state, Madame Rose displayed a subtle smile.

In my intense focus and anxiety, I failed to notice it.

Eventually, my hands arrived at her bosom, and after a brief pause, they advanced to grasp those soft swells.

The instant they touched, an exquisite softness enveloped them, reminiscent of clutching clouds.

Given their size and the diminutive hands of this new body, they couldn't encompass everything. Applying slight pressure caused my fingers to sink into the yielding flesh.

As I applied a touch more force, Madame Rose let out an involuntary moan.

That's when a realization struck me...

Her nipples were erect...

Didn't that indicate...?

And that recent moan of hers...

Was it possible she was aroused by these actions?

This idea sparked a surge of assurance within me.

If she was indeed aroused, then...

Acting decisively now, I tugged aside the fabric covering her chest, exposing the bare nipples.

As they came into view before me, my jaw slackened in awe.

These nipples boasted a lovely pink hue, neither overly vivid nor pale, and they stood pertly without being oversized.

In essence, they were flawless.

My mouth hung agape for several seconds before I leaned in and attached to one of those upright mounds. Once secured, I began sucking gently while flicking my tongue over the tip.

Doing so elicited a moan from her, boosting my boldness further. Thus, I raised my other hand to caress the remaining breast, circling the firm pink nub with my finger.

Soon, the form beneath me began quivering, signaling progress. Emboldened, I slid my idle hand downward toward her lower regions.

However, her noble gown proved intricate, with layers that obscured my goal. Distracted by this puzzle, my mouth and opposite hand halted their efforts.

Perceiving the pause, Madame Rose lifted her eyelids and glanced downward at me, still affixed to her breast. My clinging pose evoked the image of nursing an infant, drawing a smile from her.

Sensing my fumbling with her attire, she grinned wider, finding my efforts both amusing and endearing.

While I was engrossed, Madame Rose extended her hand unexpectedly onto mine, startling me. I panicked, assuming I'd erred.

As my lips released her breast and I stammered silently, she spoke, "It's fine, no need to hurry. Proceed gradually and discover how to proceed."

In accompaniment, she stroked my head soothingly, like consoling a child.

This gesture oddly flushed my cheeks.

It felt somewhat patronizing.

Though anxiety made me rigid, I refused to be condescended to. Despite everything, I retained some masculine pride...

Determined, I attempted to disrobe her anew, but the garment's complexity baffled me—removing one layer unveiled another.

At last, I required Madame Rose's assistance to strip it away completely.

With it removed, the stunning vista beneath emerged.

Sleek, elongated legs, a graceful waistline, and breasts disproportionate to her lithe frame... All displayed before me.

Staring at this sight, an insistent stir arose in my groin.

As it stiffened, its shadow fell across Madame Rose.

Watching the shadow expand, her eyes widened in astonishment, her expression shifting to complete incredulity. She stared mutely, unable to accept the reality.

Ultimately, I regained composure first.

Faced with this alluring physique, restraint vanished.

I mounted her, yet this time my hands moved with purpose, ensuring I maintained control rather than yielding it.

One hand ascended to her chest, fondling and pinching the rosy tips of her breasts. The other descended to the juncture of her thighs, targeting her sensitive bud, stroking and tantalizing it.

This abrupt assault caught Madame Rose unprepared, leaving her initially unsure. But as pleasure coursed through her, moans escaped her lips and shudders wracked her body.

Detecting her response, I delved deeper into the act, shifting my head to her unoccupied breast. I attached once more, suckling while teasing the petite pink summit with my tongue.

Her vocalizations grew louder in tandem with her intensifying tremors until...

Endurance failed her at last.

A momentary hush preceded her frame convulsing violently. Simultaneously, a damp sensation flooded my hand at her clit, as if doused by fluid.

Recognizing her orgasm, I prepared to withdraw.

Yet she seized my head and the hand between her legs, insisting, "This isn't over yet."

Stunned and apprehensive, I yielded as she guided them back.

Resigned, I resumed my previous ministrations, prompting fresh moans from her.

It wasn't long before another peak overtook her.

Only after three additional climaxes did she collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily with evident contentment.

Madame Rose pondered inwardly, "From whence did he acquire such prowess? Nothing like this has ever befallen me."