[Author Note: This Ch Contains R18]
They stood outside the Witch's House. The sweet decorations on the walls looked sickly in the mist.
Jeanne turned to Ichirou. "What now?"
Ichirou adjusted the Drake Sword on his back. "Two options. We can go back and buy that medicine from the man near the house. Or we handle the task Dorothy gave us."
Jeanne frowned. "She didn't give us any task."
"Think back to the pictures on the wall inside," Ichirou said. "The three with red X marks."
Jeanne closed her eyes for a moment. The images came back clearly — a fierce lion, a ragged scarecrow, and a man made of metal. In the corner stood a man with three pins stuck in him.
Her eyes opened. "Those three… they're connected to her?"
Ichirou nodded. "They were her old companions. The fog twisted them into demon beasts. She wants us to end their suffering. It's part of becoming her pupil."
Jeanne's grip tightened on her spear. "I see. Then we should do it."
Leaf floated beside them. "They won't be easy. The mist changes people. Be ready."
They moved out.
The Scarecrow was the first they found. It stood in a small field of broken dummies, straw hanging loose from its body. Its button eyes glowed with wild hunger the moment it saw them.
It attacked without warning, swinging long straw arms like whips.
Ichirou stepped forward. "Stay behind me, Jeanne."
Steel met straw. He parried the first strike and cut deep. Jeanne thrust her spear into its side. The Scarecrow shrieked and thrashed, but they brought it down fast. Straw scattered across the ground.
"One," Ichirou said quietly.
Jeanne wiped her spear. "It used to be her friend…"
They didn't linger.
Next came the Lion. They backtracked to a large warehouse north of the house. Ichirou used the Master Key to open the heavy door. Inside, a massive beast with a faded mane waited. The Cowardly Lion. It roared and charged, faster and stronger than anything they had faced yet.
Ichirou met it head-on. Claws slammed against his sword. The impact shook his arms. Jeanne circled and struck from the side with lightning-charged thrusts. The Lion hit hard, but they worked together. After a brutal exchange, Ichirou drove the Drake Sword into its throat.
The beast collapsed with a final weak roar.
"Two," Ichirou muttered.
Jeanne breathed heavily. "He fought like he was afraid… even now."
The last one waited at the entrance to Behemoth's Ranch. The Tin Man stood tall, his metal body creaking with every step. No heart. No mercy. He swung a heavy axe in wide arcs.
This fight was the hardest. The Tin Man's blows rang against Ichirou's armor like hammers. Jeanne's lightning spells disrupted his movements, but he kept coming. Ichirou took a deep cut across his side before he found an opening. He drove his blade into the joint between the Tin Man's head and body. Jeanne finished it with a spear thrust through the chest.
The metal man crashed to the ground with a loud clang.
"Three," Ichirou said, breathing hard.
He pressed a hand to his wound. Blood seeped through his fingers, but he stayed standing.
Jeanne moved to his side quickly. "You're hurt."
"It's fine," he replied. "Let's go back."
They returned to the Witch's House. Dorothy stood upstairs, arms crossed, looking as bored as before.
Ichirou stepped forward. "It's done. The Lion, the Scarecrow, and the Tin Man. They're at peace now."
Dorothy stared at him for a long moment. Something flickered in her eyes — surprise, then a trace of sadness she quickly buried.
"Hmph. Not bad for a reckless idiot," she muttered. "You actually did it. Come back when you want real training. Maybe I'll teach you something useful."
She turned away, but her shoulders looked a little less tense.
Jeanne watched the witch quietly. "She lost her friends to this world…"
Leaf floated silently beside Ichirou, her gaze fixed on him with growing curiosity.
Dorothy looked at Ichirou and noticed the blood on his side.
"You are injured," she said. "Come here."
Ichirou stepped closer. Dorothy placed her hand over the wound. Green light glowed from her palm. Warmth spread through his body. The cut closed slowly, leaving only a faint scar.
"I should also give you your reward," she added.
Ichirou glanced at Leaf and Jeanne. He sighed quietly.
Dorothy looked at the two of them. "You two. Leave the room and spend time with the kids downstairs."
Jeanne blinked, confused. "Yes, of course."
Leaf gave Ichirou one last curious look before she followed Jeanne out. The door closed behind them.
Now it was just Ichirou and Dorothy.
She stepped closer and reached up. Her fingers unfastened his helmet and lifted it off. Silver-white hair spilled out. Dorothy's eyes widened. A faint blush colored her cheeks.
"You are very handsome," she murmured.
Ichirou met her gaze. "What's the reward?"
He already knew. He had played the game.
Dorothy's lips curved into a small, hungry smile. "Take off your armor."
Ichirou removed his armor piece by piece until he stood in front of her without it. Dorothy looked him up and down slowly.
"Better," she said.
She stepped forward and pulled off the rest of his clothes. Then she removed her own outfit, letting it fall to the floor. Her body was soft and full, exactly like he remembered from the game.
'There it is,' Ichirou thought. 'The real theme of Black Souls.'
Dorothy pushed him gently onto her bed. She climbed over him and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was already half-hard.
"Eight inches," she said with a smirk. "You have a great sword."
Her fingers stroked him slowly. He grew fully hard in her grip. "And it's excited. Clearly you are a virgin."
Ichirou looked away. He stayed quiet. Truth be told, he would rather give his first time to Jeanne. He had died fifteen times trying to save her. But this wasn't bad either.
Dorothy leaned down. Her tongue traced along his length, slow and teasing. She licked from base to tip, then swirled around the head. A soft moan escaped her as she tasted him.
Ichirou's breath hitched. His hand moved to her orange hair without thinking.
She looked up at him with those green eyes, smiling. "Good boy. Just relax. This is your reward."
They lay together on the bed for a while. Dorothy's body was warm against his. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, right over where his heart would be if he were still fully human.
"Not bad for a virgin," she said again, voice low and satisfied. "You lasted longer than most idiots who come to me."
Ichirou stared at the ceiling. 'This world really is like the game. Everything ends in sex or death.'
Dorothy propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at him. Her orange hair fell messily over her shoulders. "What's with that face? Regretting it already?"
"No," Ichirou replied quietly. "Just thinking."
She smirked and slid her hand down his stomach, fingers wrapping around his cock again. It twitched and started to harden in her grip.
"Thinking too much," she teased. "Let me fix that."
She stroked him slowly, squeezing just right. Ichirou's breath hitched. He was still sensitive from the first round, but his body responded anyway.
Dorothy leaned down and kissed his neck, then his collarbone. "You're strong. Determined. I like that." Her hand moved faster. "Most men break in this world. You… you keep coming back, don't you?"
Ichirou didn't answer. He just grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of him again.
Dorothy laughed softly. "Greedy apprentice."
She positioned herself and sank down onto him in one smooth motion. A low moan escaped both of them. She was still wet from before, warm and slick.
This time she rode him slower, grinding her hips in deep circles. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Ichirou's hands roamed her body — one on her ass, the other squeezing her breast and pinching the nipple.
"Ah… yes, like that," Dorothy gasped. She leaned forward and kissed him hard, tongue invading his mouth as she bounced on his cock.
The room filled with the wet sounds of sex and her growing moans. Ichirou thrust up to meet her, driving deeper each time. Dorothy's pussy clenched around him tighter and tighter.
"Fuck— you're hitting that spot," she whimpered.
She sat up straight, riding him faster. Her witch hat was long gone. Orange hair bounced wildly. Ichirou watched her with glowing red eyes, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.
Dorothy came first again. Her whole body shook as she cried out, pussy pulsing around his cock. She kept moving through her orgasm, milking him.
Ichirou flipped them again. He pinned her down and fucked her hard and deep. The bed slammed against the wall with every thrust.
"More— don't stop!" Dorothy moaned, legs wrapped tight around him.
He didn't. He pounded into her until his own climax hit. With a low groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard inside her again, filling her until it leaked out.
They collapsed together, breathing ragged.
Dorothy ran her fingers through his silver hair, a rare soft smile on her face. "You're dangerous, you know that? Handsome face, strong body, and you fuck like you've died a hundred times learning how."
Ichirou stayed quiet. He just held her for a moment.
'Jeanne is downstairs with the kids,' he thought. 'I need to get back to them.'
Dorothy noticed his distant look. She kissed his jaw. "Go on. Your knight and fairy are waiting. But come back for more 'training' later. That's an order from your master."
Ichirou nodded and started putting his clothes and armor back on. Dorothy watched him with lazy, satisfied eyes.
When he was fully dressed again — helmet back in place — he looked like the terrifying monster knight once more.
Dorothy smirked. "Cute. Both sides of you are nice."
Ichirou gave a small, tired smile under the helmet and headed downstairs.
Ichirou walked down the stairs. His body still felt warm from what happened upstairs. 'Should have taken a shower,' he thought.
Jeanne waited at the bottom. She smiled softly when she saw him. "I see you are done."
Ichirou nodded. "Yeah."
They stepped outside the Witch's House together. Leaf floated over immediately, her green eyes bright.
"Now, let's go to Rotten Burg," she said cheerfully.
Ichirou adjusted his helmet. "Let's go."
Jeanne nodded. "Yes."
Leaf flew a little closer to Ichirou. She tilted her head with a playful smile. "Before we do, you can make us stronger, you know. With your souls."
'Fuck. But also… yes?' Ichirou thought.
Jeanne's cheeks turned pink. She looked away quickly, suddenly very interested in the ground.
Ichirou knew exactly what Leaf meant. In this world, feeding souls to companions wasn't just about handing them over. It was intimate. Physical. You shared them through your body — through sex. The more souls you gave, the stronger they became. Stronger attacks, better spells, higher endurance. Leaf had been hinting at it since they met.
Leaf floated in front of him, her small body glowing faintly. "Well, Master~? It's the fastest way. I can take quite a lot, you know."
Jeanne stayed quiet, but she didn't walk away. Her ears were red under her golden hair.
Ichirou looked between them. "Here? Now?"
Leaf giggled. "The forest is safe enough for a little break. Or we can find a quiet spot."
She drifted closer and placed a tiny hand on his armored chest. "Don't worry. I'll make it feel good. And Jeanne can watch… or join if she wants."
Jeanne's head snapped up. "I—I didn't say that!"
But she didn't deny it either.
Ichirou let out a slow breath. His red eyes glowed faintly under the helmet. 'This world really doesn't hold back.'
He reached up and removed his helmet, letting his silver-white hair fall free. Both girls stared at his face.
"Alright," he said quietly. "Let's do it."
Leaf's eyes sparkled with excitement. She led them to a secluded spot behind the Witch's House, hidden by thick trees and mist. The ground was soft with moss.
She landed gently and started removing her leaf-patterned leotard. Her small, delicate body was smooth and perfect. "Come on, Master. Sit down."
Ichirou took off his armor again. Jeanne watched, flustered but unable to look away.
Leaf floated up and straddled his lap once he was seated. She was already wet. She rubbed herself against his hardening cock, teasing him.
"Mmm… so big," she whispered. "Even bigger than I imagined."
She lowered herself slowly. Tight, warm heat swallowed the head of his cock, then more. Leaf moaned cutely as she took him in. "Ah~ It's stretching me so nicely…"
Ichirou groaned and gripped her small waist. He thrust up gently, pushing deeper. Leaf's wings fluttered rapidly.
"Yes… feed me, Master," she gasped. "Give me your souls."
He started moving. Leaf bounced on him, her small breasts jiggling. Her moans were high and sweet. Every thrust sent souls flowing into her — he could feel the power transfer.
Jeanne stood nearby, breathing faster. Her hands clenched at her sides.
Leaf noticed. Between moans she called out, "Jeanne… you can touch yourself… or come closer…"
Ichirou pulled Leaf down harder, fucking her deeper. She cried out and came first, her tiny body shaking as green light glowed around her. Souls flooded into her.
But he wasn't done.
He kept going, chasing another release. Leaf clung to him, kissing his neck and whispering filthy encouragement until he groaned and filled her with another load of souls and cum.
Leaf sighed happily, glowing brighter. "Mmm… I feel much stronger already~"
She kissed his cheek, then glanced at Jeanne with a mischievous smile.
"Your turn, knight girl?"
Jeanne stepped forward slowly. Her cheeks were bright red. She reached up and began removing her armor piece by piece. The metal clattered softly as it hit the mossy ground. Then she pulled off her underclothes until she stood there completely naked.
"P-please be gentle," she whispered, voice shaky. "I am still a virgin."
Ichirou took her hand and pulled her closer. 'At least I got what I wanted.'
He looked into her eyes and spoke softly. "I will be."
He sat down on the soft moss and guided her onto his lap. Jeanne trembled slightly as she straddled him. Her body was toned from years of knight training, with soft curves and smooth skin. Ichirou ran his hands gently up her sides, trying to calm her.
Leaf floated nearby, watching with excited green eyes. "Fufufu~ Be nice to her, Master. She's been waiting for this."
Ichirou ignored the fairy for now. He cupped Jeanne's face and kissed her gently. At first she was stiff, but she slowly melted into it. Her lips were soft and warm. The kiss grew deeper. Jeanne let out a small, shy moan when his tongue brushed hers.
His hands moved down to her breasts. He squeezed them gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples. Jeanne gasped into his mouth and pressed closer.
Ichirou broke the kiss and moved his mouth to her neck, then lower. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly. Jeanne's back arched.
"Ah… Ichirou…"
He could feel how wet she already was against his cock. He reached down and rubbed her folds with two fingers, spreading her juices. Jeanne shivered and moaned louder.
Leaf giggled. "She's dripping. Look at her."
Ichirou positioned his cock at her entrance. "Ready?"
Jeanne nodded, breathing fast. "Yes… please."
He pushed in slowly. Jeanne's eyes widened and she gripped his shoulders tight. Inch by inch he entered her tight virgin pussy. She was incredibly warm and wet, but very tight.
"Nngh… it hurts a little…" she whimpered.
Ichirou stopped and kissed her again, staying still until she adjusted. "Breathe. I've got you."
After a moment Jeanne nodded. "Move… slowly."
He started thrusting gently, rocking his hips. Jeanne's moans grew sweeter with every movement. Her walls squeezed him tightly as she got used to the feeling.
"Ah… ahh… Ichirou… it feels… good now…"
He picked up the pace a little, still careful. One hand held her hip, the other played with her breast. Jeanne started moving with him, riding him shyly at first, then more eagerly.
Leaf floated closer and kissed Jeanne's neck from behind. "Good girl. Take all of Master's cock."
Jeanne moaned louder. The pleasure built fast. Her pussy clenched around him as she got closer.
"Ichirou… I'm… I'm going to…"
She came hard, body shaking in his arms. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, milking him. Ichirou groaned and kept thrusting through her orgasm until he couldn't hold back.
He pulled her down tight and came deep inside her. Thick, hot spurts filled her virgin pussy. Jeanne gasped and clung to him, riding out the waves of pleasure.
They stayed connected for a long moment, breathing together.
Jeanne rested her forehead against his. Her voice was soft and shy. "That… was my first time. Thank you for being gentle."
Ichirou stroked her golden hair. "You did great."
Leaf clapped her small hands happily. "Both of you are glowing with new power now~ We're definitely stronger for Rotten Burg."
Jeanne blushed deeply but didn't move away from Ichirou's lap.
To be continue
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