Weltkrieg: A Youjo Senki Fic

If I have a mirror, right now. I'm sure a tomato would I have seen. Now, I've realized, I'm just like those people inside a literature works, or whatever that is.

Being teased, c.a.r.e.s.sed, by an exotic beauty nonetheless, no man could resist. I doubt even the Tibetan monk in their sheltered world was capable to resist their d.e.s.i.r.e and thought. Not when a whisper of honey and promise were embracing them like a soft silken wind sailing through the seas.

A finger traced my cheek, down to my chin, and raising my eyes to of hers.

The deck of the ship was in daylight, but it's getting hotter, and more. It was held by the steel foundation under its keel, the drydock, but I could perceive it sway left and right.

Sweat trickled down accompanied by a big gulp when I see her tender peach mound. Waiting to cop a feel, my thought was running wild. Her hair was purer than silver, like a combination of moon and Venus that drew the envy of the goddess, of how silken it felt. A red strand was sticking out, yet, it didn't blemish her, only further enhance her beauty with a face that could draw the sculptor of the renaissance era ashamed of their masterpiece.

Here I am, Richard the high commander of Obsidian Round Table, was stared down like a piece of lost lamb to the hungry wolf adorned with a pair of eyes that glistened like a ruby.

"So, you're the Commander, how small, how cute."

Sweat trickled down my cheek, accompanied by a big gulp when I saw a faint trace of her tender, Camel's toe.

Her eyes widened a little, then it regressed back but with a predatory grin and a twinkle of her eyes directed to me.

"Well, I take back my word. It seems you're a man, commander."

Her other hand began to work, tracing from my upper c.h.e.s.t, the dark fabric was rustling.

She's teasing me, ugh I don't know if I could bear it. Damn puberty, if it was old me, I could resist the temptation, but not with this body.

Makes excuses you like, in the end, you were rather enjoying this, aren't you? A voice resounded deep inside me. You have the power, you have the brain, yet you won't resist, am I wrong.

I wanted to smash that voice to oblivion, but he was right. I'm 10 years old, can I have it like anyone else, like 12 years or something.

Obviously, this wasn't the time to argue, I should focus on enj… to get out of here.

She's done tracing me, then cooping a feel between the fabric of my leg. Even with the fabric dividing us, I could sense her warm, long fingers, rubbing the fabric up and down.

"I wonder how long you can keep me amused, I rather looking forward to it."

I tried to drift my eyes off her, trying to search something to keep me distracted. But she advances, with a brief sweet taste, our lips were to meet each other. Unlike any food I've tasted, it was rather sweet and a bit salty.

My eyes widened, but soon melted when I saw the sweet gaze of hers.

An arousing squelch sound was resounded throughout the bridge of the ship, I laid down there couldn't resist, but to accept her tongue inside me.

Though, obviously, I have pride in myself. Suck to these resist and temptation game.

Good, embrace it. that perverted sound, be gone.

We were dancing. Like in a grand ball accompanied by a grand orc.h.e.s.tra, we twirled our tongue in a motion of the same wavelength, as I tried to take the helm and leading her tongue back to her mouth.

Her eyes, once again widened in a surprise, but soon come to an acceptance and a hint of happiness swell between it. I savor to the last of every part of her mouth, as my hand makes it way to her chiseled jawline.

"Haah… Phew… Mm. mmm. Mwah… haah. Fuuuh. Shhhlp… mwah. Mm… mm."

She tried to intercept it, but I brush it off and felt the tender flesh of her cheek. No words were exchanged between us, but only a wave of union and understanding and a faint m.o.a.n of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that tried to claw its way throughout the opening gap between our mouth.

In a sense of revenge, she rubbed back and forth my hardened member that still hidden inside the fabric. In a euphoria, the dance getting wilder, we were trying to wrestle each other.

"Ahhh… haah… mwah."

She elicited a sensual m.o.a.n when our tongue was parted. A swelling feel of cold and loneliness were sensed in the tip of my tongue. Our breath becomes a mist, her eyes were moistened in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. A bridge of Saliva still connecting between us, she comes closer to my face to resumed it… but.

I jumped in surprise when the steel door connecting the bridge to the deck were f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y open with a bang.

I was stupefied, a shock perhaps. When seeing, Freesia was trembling her figures were shadowed by the sun, though I could still saw a red beet lingering on her face.

"Kommandant! What're you doing!"

"But…" I tried to make an excuse, but Freesia cut me off.

"Shut up, Kommandant! You're… once I peered off my eyes from you, these things happen, and you!"

She stepped forward, striding into us.

I still sat there on the cold steel of floor, still maintaining a stupid face, but Prinz Eugen was already standing, c.h.e.s.t puffed up in a challenge to Freesia.

"And you are?" Prinz asked.

"Huh, I'm Freesia, Z class Destroyer of the Iron Blood and personal secretary of this thing here!" She pointed, rather cruelly, to me.

Ugh, I know a part of this is my fault. But still…

"Hmm, a coincidence. Prinz Eugen, Admiral Hipper class heavy cruiser, and soon a member of the Iron-Blood. Secretary? Don't worry, you won't be needing that title no more." Prinz smirked, and brandished her twin… twin… perky gun. Yes, perky gun.

Freesia in an attempt of domination, participate in this woman form of 'd.i.c.k' measuring, was too puffed her c.h.e.s.t and leveled her gaze to that Prinz Eugen.

How did this happen, I could only shake my head as both of them were still arguing. I don't want to be a part of it.

---==++Deus Vult++==---

Unified Years, 1914. Obsidian Round Table Hospital Facility.

"And that's how it is," I told the doctor, consulting of my problem.

Every day, after that incident on the top of the bridge with Prinz Eugen, I couldn't stop fantasizing over her or any other woman that closed to me. A bit of swaying could make my blood rush in excitement, and getting my concentration out the window.

It was distracting but I couldn't stop it, and I felt my member could burst at any moment. And in the morning, I have to hide my trunk from the sleeping Freesia and Violet, because I would have a wet dream every night.

That's not normal.

So, I consulted a doctor here, a psychological consultant wasn't a thing in this era. Though she's famed for her specialty in handling magical ailment that could befall mages.

"Hmm, that could be a trigger," Doctor Liz said while holding her observation note, she's a rather young attractive woman still in her twenty. One problem here, since I tried very hard to peer off my eyes over her bountiful bulges.

"What do you mean, doctor?"

"Ah, you see, I've once tried to research over the mages psychology and their s.e.x.u.a.l tendencies. Do you know why mages are rather expensive to maintain?"

"They had a high privilege over welfare, good pay, insurance, pension guarantee, and good treatment."

"Yes, other than that, mages, though most the males one, are a subject of treatment after a battle to the local… establishment, or brothel in a crude word which is very expensive since we need to ensure each service to be free of disease. Do you know why is that?"

"Uhm… because something to do, with hormone and prana that rushed through their body?" I answered, half unsure.

"Half point, you see, mages are technically a special human being. Their body once activates their mana and produced the final product which we called prana, in its idle state will act as a force of metabolism inside their body. They didn't poof out of existence, once not used.

Though the process was usually are dampened to women since the prana is usually excreted through menstruation, this wasn't the case with the men. Combine the rushed feeling of adrenaline, and men vitality, most mages could succ.u.mb to their d.e.s.i.r.e and the preventive was, of course, s.e.x.u.a.l relief."

"And why is that connected to me?" I asked her.

"The problem of this research was the lack of the subject, you see, mages are a new branch of the army. Most of the mages even haven't reached their forties, and they didn't last very long, much the effect of Prana to a child.

They're also a need to be noted that, You're the holder record, of the largest mana capacity among all of the mages in the empire.

My theory is since your puberty was kicked in during… the incident, the body was kicked to overdrive to the point of overproduction of your s.e.x.u.a.l hormone and reproduction cell, to the extent that will cloud your judgment, and oh, expect a massive growth to your body and especially your genitalia, if the prana acted accordingly of my theory."

I want to express, with a big whitish eye, 'What!' but refrain to do so, instead I inquire.

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

"My suggestion is, the easiest one would be to relief yourself though preferably with someone since that will achieve the best result."

"Are you serious, doctor?"

"Absolutely, or you can refrain to use your mana which I guess are an impossible thing to do for your job."

I sighed, "Ugh, but what the people will see me? I'm a commander of this base and ten years old, for god sake. I couldn't just waltz into a brothel and expect ordinary treatment and bewilderment, my reputation will plummet."

"From my perspective and observation, you're rather surrounded by exquisite women yourself Kommandant, no excuses. Though I could volunteer myself, to relief you, if you prefer, Kommandant."

I refused her offer, "Oh, no, thank you. I rather do it with someone I comfortable with."

"That's a pity, I could certainly use the data. Though do come by regularly to check your condition."

With that I bid her farewell, I stared at the great sky which seems to get narrow in my view. The world seems very heavy, there's a cloud hanging on my back.

Sigh, I wanted to scream. No, calm down, breathe in breath out. Just like that. Now, I'm calm.

You know what?

F.u.c.k my life.