Reincarnated Lord's Unwanted S*xual Technique

"Chup, chup....*lick*..."

"...a, ah... Desmond-sama..."

I kissed Sophie's nose, on her eyelids, sucked her cheeks, and licked her neck. She moaned and writhed. I did my best to imprint proof that she was mine.

I sniffed and savored her scent.

Her flaming soft skin had become a flower that lured the male. She was aware that she was being held by the man she longed to.

"Sophie..."

"Ah, Desmond-sama....that's..."

Driven by her heat, I reached out my hand to her breasts, to which she showed a confused look with a twitch and a shiver like a pretty flower.

"But.....I'm small... and Desmond-sama ... prefer bigger ones..."

"Well, to be honest, I do like big breasts."

"As expected..."

-- I see, As expected you say?- ....-- hah.

However, there is no time to complain. Sophie, more than anything, appeared regretful rather than furious or angry, as she had been with everyone else. If I let her see me in that light, Sophie could misinterpret that her own body doesn't fit my standards.

I began to fondle Sophie's flat chest.

"It's true that I do like big breasts."

*Punyuu, Punyuu*

Having small breasts is a rarity, a status. By all means, I have to say that it's not poor, but refined taste... --Oh, what is this guy saying.

Still, I'm dead serious. While touching her chest, I'm moving my hips and letting her know how excited I am.

I can't get enough of her moans.

"I do however like Sophie's tits more, regardless of size or shape, as long as they are Sophie's, It's fantastic."

"Desmond-sama....mmm..."

"Sure, I don't deny that if lined up side by side, I would be attracted to the larger one. Still!"

"Ngh!"

--Oops, I unintentionally put too much force. But it's probably better like this if it shows how serious I am.....

"Sophie being touched by me like this, do you still think that I don't like Sophie's tits?"

I probed the hardened area over her nightgown and squeezed it.

"Ngghhhh, ahhh, my breasts are... hot....ahhh....Desmond-sama, I know, I understand it now. You really.....like.....my breast..."

"Fufu, I do love Sophie's boobs."

*sqeeze* *sqeeze*

I squeezed Sophie's flower buds.

"Ahhhh!" She shuddered, and I proceeded to strip her of her negligee. I lift it up past her belly, caressing it, and lifting up her veil of reasoning while telling her that I want her. And then, I expose her tits, revealing her small......

――revealing...?..what?

"Desmond-sama, is there something wrong?"

Sophie gave me a worried look as I stiffened.

--No, if I were to ask if there's something wrong or not, then, of course, there is, but when it comes to whether or not I'm aroused, I'm extremely aroused, and if I were to fuck her as she is, I'd probably have at least three solid shots at her.

"--Why? Why are you wearing... micro bikini!"

Thank you very much! Wait! who is the culprit? The maid? It's the maid, isn't it? Thank you, Katherine! However, if it is really that maid doing, I'll send her to the dark room and punish her regardless of her intentions...

--Underneath her negligee lies a pair of tiny pieces of fabric. It was a modified version like the one that Katherine had made herself. I can't even begin to describe the obscenity of it all!

Although Sophie is a twenty-five year old and a teacher, her body is very thin. I know it's not polite to talk about a person's body features, but her tits are so small. It was such a steep cliff that I wonder how she was able to raise Emily to be such a fine child. To the point that I thought of its purpose as a cutting board to make baby food prior to actually providing breast milk.

But what?

Now her tiny breasts are wrapped in a very small bra that barely covers her nipples, and that string slightly digging into her slight bulge, what a wonderful sight! That's God right there! I can also see her slightly visible ribs, it makes me want to rub gently and tickle them.

Of course, I wanna licklicksucksuckkisskiss it too.

At first--

I have been left here to wander another world, but now the erotic artifact from my original world appeared chasing after me, along with its chosen wielder. It is a divine weapon that has transcended dimensional barriers and manifested itself! It is tempting to equip Charlotte with a divine weapon like Bikini Armor, but for now, it is about Sophie with her tiny breasts. And by the way, Katherine was also outfitted with something similar before, but her tits are fuller than Sophie!

Sophie doesn't jiggle.

I'll say it again because it's important.

Sophie has a slight bulge. But

Sophie's things do not jiggle!

No shake! No wiggle! No need for earthquake-resistant reinforced bras!

Now, Do you understand what I mean?

A tool only shows its true value when it's in the hands of a rightful user! Charlotte's Dynamite's body of course also has its own rightful value. But being dynamite like her, as soon as she equips it, it will explode! And! according to me, the micro is work best with two extremes in terms of physicality as well as for the mental extremes. It is viable for both street gals and serious president types (in which case the correction by humiliation is the viable solution.)... wait! If it is humiliation correction was an option, then wasn't it a universal item that can be used by anyone?

Eureka! I am enlightened! Micro clothes are a godsend.

Then.

Then?

The above is a micro bikini of the goddess, but the lower part, the lower part! I've said it twice because it's important, while all the important parts are hidden, the unkempt, dark flaxen hair is sticking out, and not only from the top but from the sides as well!

It was so indecent and lewd that it would not only kill a virgin by sight but would make even a professional groan. I thought it might only be acceptable to a certain audience because of its indecentness, but indecent matters not on a bed! The only thing matter on the bed is a literal naked fight between to eat or to be eaten, and the winner is the one who enjoys it, and if you put a classy rational crown on, you won't be able to get on the bed to fight in the first place, so be like a beast! but I doubt if I can make the girl feel good if I act on my animalistic desires.

——Believe in yourself!

That's why I'm screaming to become a beast rider! control that beast! What the hell am I screaming about, damn it!

-Ahh damn!

If someone shows themselves in such a lascivious manner that even a whore would be intimidated and run away barefooted, there is no way anyone will be able to resist the temptation. --I mean, how can it be? there's no eros in this world, even though it's been twenty-eight years since I've been reincarnated here. It may have been just my narrow-minded and stereotyped assumptions, maybe just maybe, I was incorrect all along, and Charlotte's lasciviousness was the norm in this world...... No, no, what am I thinking about you idiot?

--Put it simply!

If I had to sum up what I'm trying to put in all one line, I'd say.

'It's the best'……

It only took three words and thirteen letters...

"Desmond-sama, is there something wrong? "

Watching intently at the sight of her, I shuddered with excitement upon realizing that the ghost from my previous life had finally caught up with me.

"I knew it....it was weird..."

"It's not weird!"

I shouted my sincere emotional passion from the bottom of my heart.

I howled! I roared! Though I may be just rambling.

"It suits you. I was exhilarated! I am aroused!"

I forgot the dignity of nobility, the dignity of a lord - but definitely not the dignity of a human being, but no, I just told myself to be a Beast Rider, but I'm not riding it at all. Rather, I am being controlled by the beast.....

"I-I-I thought that Desmond-sama would be pleased, so I bought it at an underwear store in town..."

....what? (Somehow my intuition is telling me that it's not a false accusation)

--An unexpected turn.

I was plunged into the abyss in one fell swoop.

When I asked her about the detail, she told me that this had recently been marketed in town under the <D brand>. And there are other versions that don't cover the tip and the important parts only, the all-strings version, Or see-through.

Skimpy underwear, the "no-sleep" underwear in this non-erotic world, the same world where the whole act is just lube, insert, ejaculate! That means there's no mood or any build-up at all and it should be all useless, but... 'underwear for seeding?' 'What's that supposed to do?' 'I don't know why I need it, but if my lord recommends it - I'll buy it, even though it's expensive.' ――Wait, everyone.....

The power of the brand!

It seems that the brand mentality is the same even if it is in another world. Love transcends the world! And if the store is capable of providing the <D Brand>, it will add brand power to the store and the proprietress itself

.....

Underwear shop owner! damn you! damn you! damn you! damn you! damn you! But, because Katherine's handmade underwear exposed my reaction to micro bikinis, I'm going to blame her as the source of all evil! First of all, I'm going to slap that landlady with a no-approval letter and demand a design fee, 10% of sales, and demand compensation! compensation! compensation! This, this, this...what do you think the lord is?

"A sperm donor, a bit of female lingerie inventor, Oh, and a signer expert"

Ahhh! I can't go outside anymore!

N-no! I'm not crying!

And, according to what I just heard -- this situation was also live-streamed directly to Charlotte-sama, who then said--,

"I approved the <D Brand> and received the design fee and 30% of the sales. But You can put your fee on top of that."

My wife, you're so wicked... --Wait? It may be acceptable enough given the brand and the added value that comes with it. if that's the case then I shouldn't ask for compensation anymore - the world is spinning at a high speed..... without my knowledge.

I decided to vent out my indignation, my uncontrollable emotional pathos, and my desire to cry on Sophie, my mistress, who is equipped with micro bikini and is ready to be fucked by me.

"Ummm....Desmond-sama? you're kind of scary....your eyes .....and your tone is also..."

"Yes, Sophie, you have me all riled up and angry."

"Wha?"

I caught Sophie who was lying down and clad in micro bikini, trying not to let her get away. I know she probably knows I'm not going to do anything violent and awful to her, - no? This woman seems to accept even that.

Of course, I won't do it, though.

Sophie looks more expectant than scared. At any rate, my stiff erection was pushing that poor excuse of underwear of hers, shoving it around her crotch. Besides, she was pushing her hips against it herself.

"Don't you cry and demand an apology later, alright? I'm going to mess you up. That's what it means to provoke me in that kind of underwear. I'll violate you, I'll pour semen into your body to the point that completely changes it"

I Push and rub it.

The juice was already overflowing from that spot.

"Fu, fuaaaahhh...."

My mistress, who was supposed to be ignorant of sexual pleasure, was nonetheless aroused with rapture.

Am I about to awaken another sleeping monster?

Still, there's no way I'm backing down from here

Sophie, prepare yourself.

But I think I'm the one who really needs to be prepared.

I start to run my fingers up and down her tits in a micro bikini bra that could barely hide her nipples.