Someone From Far Away

“Do you understand?”

I forget this school isn't just to have sex with the depressed blueberry.

“I said, do you-”

“Yeah yeah, I get the picture.” I sighed, “You’ve made your opinion of me very well known since I got here.”

The green haired bastard deepened his infinite frown, “It is not a case of my opinion, young man. If it was, such comments would have you thrown out of Garreg Mach with nothing but the clothes on your back.” I believe him there. And I ain’t no blonde crusader to survive the coming Winter… “This is simply a case of money. Your stay with us here comes from no noble background, nor do you have a sponsor paying your tuition. You were admitted thanks to interest from Lady Rhea, and nothing else. Now, you’ll need to both prove you belong here and raise money for your tuition. What is it I told you that you need to do?”

“...make money.”

“And?”

“And make sure I don’t lose the upcoming battle of the thirteen districts or something.”

“Three houses.” He sternly reminded, taking his temple in hand to stroke an apparent headache, “It’s like you want to be thrown out. I swear, Lady Rhea’s less sensical whims never cease to cause ire upon me specifically.”

Hmm, this is perhaps the hardest I’d ever related to Seteth. Having to deal with those three’s daily desires… whuff. “Um, sorry. I’ll try harder to be less of a dick.”

Strange to see a man’s frown both soften and deepen at once. Guess he appreciated the apology at least a little, “I hear you’ve befriended young Marianne. If only for her sake, most do not wish your suffering, Satou Kazuma. Be sure to not let her down.”

“R-right.” How do I do that when I have no idea how to make money in this world?

I walked back to my room with a heavy step. Turns out the best way to earn money in this world? Either doing manual labour or forming a party to go on hunts for monsters/bandits. Somehow I’d returned to the same zero I was back in Axel. A penniless loser.

Do I just ask Marianne for money? My social standing would definitely fall to pieces if people thought I only befriended her to stay in Garreg Mach, especially because she probably would pay my tuition I asked. It’s not like I was trying to find an easy way to earn coin in this world, I just wanted to have sex with a willing woman, dammit!

This whole week, I had managed to seduce a pretty girl who is obsessed with my cock, and we did it so much she went from the shy virgin archetype all the way to the slutty dickrider archetype. My life doujin is fully complete, beginning, middle, and climax finish. All thanks to her.

Man, even if I did get the money from her, I still have to make some splash in the upcoming battle. That fight with Catherine really showed people how tricky I can be, so it isn’t like I can even skirt by being an unknown element. I’m sure I’ve seen a few bloodthirsty grins from other houses, wanting to take down the new guy who bested Thunderbrand Catherine. I mean, I am cool like that, but can I really survive an actual onslaught of warriors and wizard?

It would suck to leave this place, espeically without finding any way to go back to my second original world, but I’m struggling to figure out a way I do this.

Oh well, at the very least I can enjoy my time here in Garreg Mach while it lasts. For now, I’ll just lie down in my bed for a nap while I gather energy to plow my Marianne’s…

…pussy…

“Mmmm! O-ohhhh, s-such smells! MMmMMM! Mr. K-Kazuma~!”

…huh… I, uh…

So is this what Marianne thought when she walked into my room to see me masturbating? Because whoever this purple haired lady is, I’m definitely confused as fuck.

“H-hello?”

She removed my sweaty underwear from her head slowly, still face down in the bed completely naked with her thick ass aimed right towards me. The lady’s violet eyes surrounded by a deep blush, not surprised by my presence, if anything she seemed happy to see me.

The hand that had been pinching her clit moved to her pussy lips, spreading puffy folds that were leaking profusely onto my bed, showing off a rich pinkness surrounded by the darker skin around it.

“I… I am ready… for you now.”

“I… uh… I see.”

WHAT THE FUCK?!

A naked beauty was literally asking for it on my bed, panting away while still sniffing my underwear, like that one time Aqua found me with Darkness’… never mind. This is about the strange purple pervert in my bed asking for sex.

I think she was in the red tiger house? The lady stood out as the one of the few who had different skin tones to the majority of the cast here, as I’d assumed she may have been a gyaru when I got here. To be fair, she was also gorgeous. Firm and athletic, breasts that hung under her naked body proudly, a more wild vibe than the royals and the demure women that mostly scatter the halls of this Mach. The long purple hair that struggled to be contained (especially now) and the mark under her eye clearly from some tribal ritual, all spoke to a very unique character that I had basically zero interaction with.

So why the hell was she here?

“Please, I beg of you not to make me wait… I need you very badly, oh esteemed breeder, Kazuma.”

Ignore the pants swelling. Ignore the pants swelling. Don’t give into temptation so goddamn easily. “S-sorry, do you have the wrong room? I-I’m not some, uh, ‘breeder’?”

“...y-you’re not?” She didn’t even sound ashamed, mostly just incredibly disappointed. Swinging her body around to sit on my bed so quietly it reminded me of a cat, “But… I have seen you capable of it with the Lady Marianne, correct? You and her were quite active under the tree I was resting in. "

"Crap, you saw that?"

“Yes!” Her face lit up cutely, “You were so merciless with your lover. The way your pale rear became a blur of motion while she screamed loudly for more. I could not keep my eyes off such a sight! You truly are capable of amazing sex? Your male tool…? Oh my.”

I followed her eyeline and quickly grabbed over the protruding area of my pants. Of course after a display like that it’d be hard to retreat ol faithful.

“My people tell stories of those with your abilities, Satou Kazuma.” Her eyelids were low, lips curled lewdly, and she was speaking in that low purr that Darkness used to in her ‘episodes’. “Rare once-in-a-lifetime men that could provide for the desires of women. The Viriled.”

Wow, so there were occasionally erection havers like me around? I wonder if they also come from other worlds, or just blessed by whichever Goddess supports this place…

“The Viriled spend all their days living in luxury. Breeding and seducing all that would travel to their temples.” Why was I trying to make the school life work again? This Viriled gig sounds wayyyy better! I gulped at the sight of her openly touching herself again. Darkness never pinched her nipple or fingered her cunt so egregiously, at least not in front of me. “I thought… as you and Lady Marianne… are you not the Viriled for Garreg Mach?”

“I mean, I am virile but…”

An awkward pause hung in the air as I tried to find the words to say to her. Turns out, that was all I needed to do.

“...but you do not wish to copulate with me…” The sadness on her face struck my heart like a freight train, then backed over by the train into a complete messy puddle when she quickly swallowed the sadness and attempted to smile at me, “I understand. I apologise for assuming you would wish to be with a Brigid woman, especially one that looks like me…”

Fuck me, were all the girls in this place depressed? Had lack of physical contact driven them mad?! She’s so hot, yet clearly holding back tears while gathering her clothes from the neat pile she’d put them in.

This won’t stand.

“Oi, purple gyaru. Are you calling me racist?” I verbally jabbed, stepping closer to her before she could run away, “I don’t even know your name, yet you think you can tell me who and what I find attractive?!”

The violet eyes blinked in confusion, “I’m sorry? My name is Petra-”

“Well, PETRA. I don’t even know where the fuck Bridgit IS. Why would I care where you come from when I’m not from here either?! Hm?!” She had no response, just looking at me with wide eyes and set of flapping sexy lips, “I don’t care about politics or borders. Hot naked women make my boner grow! So quit acting like you’re special for getting rejected, I just haven’t decided if I’m going to do the harem route. That’s the facts, GOT IT?!”

“Hmm, not really. What is a ‘the harem route’?” She asked, tilting her head in confusion

“It just means I’m currently doing Marianne… and I dunno if I wanna fuck that up…”

With her smile returning to being less sad, I considered this a win. “I see… Lady Marianne is blessed with great luck to have your heart then. And thank you for explaining this to me.”

“Y-yeah…” I nodded. I’ll probably hate myself for rejecting her later… I hadn’t actually fallen properly for Blueberry, had I?

“Um… would you be willing to talk to her about perhaps letting me have… just the one time with you?” Petra’s body language had returned to the horny sway she’d started with, those husky breaths that made her sizeable chest jiggle, a steamy heat filling the room, and all while she clenched her cloth pile close to her body. Eyeing my body with a deep hunger of a hunter. “Even if I was to be briefly allowed to place my mouth on your male organ, I would be able to dream about you for many years to come…”

This gyaru should go into marketing, because it is getting harder and harder and harder to resist her.

And harder.

“Kazuma?” Petra asked, being the one to step forward this time, dropping her clothes to the floor. Her slight height advantage made my eyes go right for those wonderful caramel breasts, magnificent teardrops over washboard abs, with erect bullet nipples that almost looked like they were twitching in excitement. Petra was also eyeing my crotch, desire motivating every move she made towards me. “D-did you really mean it? You find me attractive?”

“Yes, dammit.” I growled through my teeth, trying to ignore that pulsing need in my crotch that whispered potential excuses to me every second.

“You seem to be in pain… may I help you?”

…

My willpower isn’t up for this kinda ****, man.

“A quick mouth fuck, okay? Get on your knees.” I said while undoing my belt.

Her eyes lit up so brightly it almost made me squint. “Yes! Thank you so much!” said Petra, following my instructions so fast I worried she’d hurt herself on the downward descent. Maybe she was tougher than she looked, or just overly excited to see my cock and ignored the pain. Either way, Petra was rewarded for her patience with a thick girthy meat slab falling from my waistband to slap her in the face. “B-by the Goddess… Marianne had this wild beast inside of her?”

“Repeatedly… now hurry up and lick. I don’t wanna do the trope of having someone walk in on me with another girl when I’m doing you a favour here.”

I think only a few words got into her head. The long smell of my sweaty meat seemed to have overtaken the purple haired girl, and she was practically hugging my cock against her face. Rubbing it along her soft cheek and lightly peppering it with kisses as I just stood there enjoying the feelings.

Her warmth and inexperience shined through the initial stages of the blowjob. She wasn’t as scared of it as Marianne had been, and though I hadn’t known Petra long it was clear she took risks on the chin. I mean, she was masturbating with my underwear when I met her for fuck’s sake. I wonder how much more her chin can take…

There was so much exploring by her. I think this was the first cock she’d ever seen, so it was a lot of almost massage level touches from her fingers. Running up and down the side, feeling the weight of it by slapping herself lightly in the face, tracing my thick vein and watching my reaction to it.

More and more her tempo grew. Adapting to the experience quickly. Using her own spit to lubricate my cock, without me even advising her to do so.

“I am glad you are an outsider, Kazuma.” She mumbled between the kisses, eyes trained on me like a hunter.

“Tah! W-weird… thing to say-Kuh!”

I could tell she was enjoying this, playing with me ever so gently while still rubbing my precum around her face, “I apologise, I meant that… I know there are some Fodlan men that would ignore the cries of a Brigid woman. I am happy that you are you.”

Hard to think about systemic racism when you’re licking me, lady. “R-right back atcha…”

“Tell me if this is enjoyable for you.” I was about to give huh the ol’ ‘duh’ because I’m so mature, but then I saw what she actually meant. Her mouth had finally found the tip, and now Petra was beginning to get her lips around the intruding cock. Oh fuck, her eyes are fluttering as a winding tongue wraps around me, I think she wants to lick every fucking milometer of me. G-guess I’m tasty to her…

“E-enjoyable… very enjoyable…” I groaned, feeling weak at the knees from how hard Petra was sucking me. Each lick was just piling onto my psyche, it was making my spine shiver, and I couldn’t stop from lightly thrusting into her. She didn’t mind. I could hear the moans she was emitting quietly, trying to hide how much she was enjoying sucking me off. That just made me want to thrust harder, to really hear her groan.

Our rhythms quickly got in tuned, with my fingers in her hair and hers gripping my rear. Each thrust was deeper into her tight throat as she took my thunderous girth, struggling with the gags but determined to keep the pace up even when I worriedly slowed down. Spittle sprayed, nuts slapped on thigh, and the maddening pleasures surged through both of us to peak levels. Such peak levels that it was becoming obvious I couldn’t hold on much longer.

“F-fuckcc-NNG! PETRA!” I groaned out to very little warning while my payload ripped through me in a glorious climax.

Jism flooded her neck, pouring down the throat to fill her stomach. I held her next to me while those hunter eyes bulged in shock, trying to gulp down my crazy nut’s oversized torrent that was spraying like a jet engine against her innards. It was soon too much for her, and I stumbled back out of her mouth to make sure I didn’t drown the poor virgin. I wasn’t out though, and the last few spurts of pure white quickly attacked the sensusally brown skin of the sweaty girl, getting her right on the neck, nose, and chin with my baby batter.

My legs finally gave out, landing me on the wooden floor to pant and groan from my star-seeing orgasm.

Petra just revelled in it all. Gargalling the cum in her mouth, swirling it around, like she was memorising the last drop of **** she’d ever taste. Once she did swallow, her tongue then began licking up the remnants I’d left to dry on her body, lewdly and unashamedly taking as much of my cum as she could.

“Thank you very much, Kazuma.” She eventually acknowledged me again, “If Marianne is ever done with you, then I will assure you a place as future King of Brigid. The whole country will be yours to breed.”

Seriously, why the fuck was I doing the school life bullshit?

“Wait, King? Does… are you…?”

“Princess of Brigid, yes.”

“Fuck a doodle do… I got a princess blowjob?!” I can’t believe my ‘never ever going to happen bucket list’ actually had a tick on it!

Petra just giggled at my outburst, “Had I known that excited you I would have lead with that… um, how do I say this… are you going to finish that?” She asked while pointing to my dribbly semen covered cock.

Do I dare? She’s a princess… is this treason?

“...it’s customary post blowjob to clean my dick with your mouth.”

“I see! How wonderful!” She beamed, quickly going low to the floor and grabbing me to lick away without a second thought. The princess of a country was licking me like I was doing her a favour!

“Also, you have to do it while I’m lying on the ground, and put your body over mine.”

“Right!”

Petra may also not really understand how clean I meant just now. Usually a post BJ clean is just the residual cum, but she’s really examining my cock here. Licking filthy patches, sucking some smegma out of my glans, and even reaching over the cock to bathe my nutsack in her princess mouth while I lie here.

The view was great too. Her drippy virgin pussy would probably steam my glasses if I wore any. Such a pretty colour, and untouched as a Princess. Yet she was still so lean and athletic. I could feel her breasts rubbing against my belly while she worked on cleaning me. This was evil, yet I’m getting so hard again.

I’m about to be punished, aren’t I?

This was all the soap-opera 101 flags for Marianne to walk back in.

Yup, there she is.

"Are you awake, Kazu-?"

The awkward silence of seeing a naked Petra and me on the floor. Her mouth on my dick, right above me with my hands on her thighs, yeah there wasn’t any lying my way out of this one.

Fuck I’m the worst. I’ve been on that side of this, but my mind just went so horny in front of a naked girl I did something stupid.

"Oh... oh I see..."

"WAIT! HOLD EVERYTHING!" I yelled, tossing the caramel queen and bamboozling the blueberry girl with a fierce look before any more of this could play out, "I fucking HATE storylines like this, so you're going to listen to me before you run away upset, K?!"