Witch Taming System-Chapter 31: Sex Education [3]

"But before that... could you take these off first?"

Mei snapped out of her daze at his request. After a brief pause, she lifted a hand and, with a snap of her fingers, the chains binding him loosened and fell away.

Lancel rolled his wrists, feeling the tension leave his body.

"Much better. Now..."

He sat up slightly and leaned close, staring directly into Mei’s eyes.

"Do you actually want to do this?"

Mei pulled back instinctively. Heat flooded her face in a sudden rush, turning her cheeks and the tips of her ears bright red.

"If you didn’t know, sex is an intimate act between a man and a woman. If there’s no emotional connection, it becomes mechanical."

Mei’s brows furrowed. "Connection?"

"Yes. The physical part is only one aspect of it. The experience changes depending on what the two people feel toward each other."

"And that feeling is?"

"Love."

Lancel paused for a moment, choosing his words more carefully this time.

"There’s a reason a woman’s first time is considered something important. It’s not just about the act itself. It’s about who it’s shared with, and what it means to both people involved."

"So you’re saying I’ve been fixated on the wrong thing all along?"

Mei fell into thought almost immediately.

"Hmm... you may have a point. I’ve been approaching this incorrectly. Love... that is something worth looking into. There is already a defined biological procedure when it comes to birth, but with love..."

Mei went on and on.

"...There must be variables that influence compatibility, emotional response, hormonal shifts, perhaps even long-term bonding mechanisms..."

She continued, each point building on the last as if she had uncovered an entirely new field of study.

"...If that is the case, then isolating those variables could allow for a more controlled replication. But then the question becomes, is it replicable at all, or is it inherently unstable due to its subjective nature..."

Lancel stared at her.

Blinking once.

Then twice.

She kept going.

"...If love alters the experience, then perhaps it also affects the outcome in subtle ways. That would mean my previous approach lacked a critical component. I would need to reassess everything from the foundation—"

"...Miss Mei?"

She didn’t stop.

"Which means the Silkbane experiment was flawed from the beginning. I was missing an entire layer of context—"

"Miss Mei..."

Still nothing.

"...Then that raises another question. Can love be artificially induced, or does it require a natural progression over time..."

She wasn’t getting it at all. Lancel held her shoulders firmly.

"Miss Mei!"

"What is it, Assistant Lancel?"

"Are we proceeding or not?"

Mei looked at him for a moment, considering her answer. Then, when she finally got it, she looked at him with a solemn gaze.

"Teach me what love is."

"H-Huh?"

How did it end up like this?

What had started as a straightforward discussion about the biological mechanics of reproduction had somehow veered completely off course.

Now, instead of continuing with what she had originally intended, Mei had latched onto an entirely different concept.

Love.

Lancel could only stare at her, momentarily at a loss for words.

Well, it was his fault for bringing it up in the first place.

But still...

Just how underdeveloped were these witches when it came to things like this?

Mei leaned closer to him. His cock still stood rigid between them, glistening from her earlier saliva.

She regarded him with that same aloof curiosity, yet her eyes sparkled with genuine intrigue. She closed the distance slowly until her face hovered only inches from his, as if waiting for whatever lesson would come next.

"Love that’s..."

Love, as Lancel put it, began with something small, often insignificant at first. Like a passing interest, perhaps even a simple awareness of another person’s presence.

From there, it grew.

Lancel more or less kept his explanations simple as Mei listened without interruption.

And from the look in her eyes, it seemed like she at least understood the explanation.

"I see, then," Mei began. "I think what I feel for Assistant Lancel right now is love."

"Eh?"

This was getting way too unpredictable.

"When I was stroking Assistant Lancel’s penis, I felt everything you just described. The embarrassment when I looked at your face. The heat rising up to my cheeks. My heart throbbing in ways I couldn’t explain. It kept spreading lower until the sensation reached all the way to my womb."

"...."

"There’s also this itchy feeling there now. Deep inside. I know I can’t scratch it no matter how much I try."

She spoke plainly without any trace of shame as though she were simply reporting observations from an experiment.

Yet the bluntness only made the confession land heavier. Her small hands rested lightly on her thighs again, fingers still sticky from earlier.

The flush on her cheeks had only deepened, spreading down her throat and across the tops of her chest that rose and fell a little faster now.

"Is that not what you meant by love?" she asked. "These physical responses. The way my body reacts when I’m close to you. The way my heart races and my lower parts ache in response to your presence. It matches the variables I was trying to isolate."

Lancel swallowed once.

"Miss Mei, I think that’s..."

There was no need to overcomplicate it.

What she was describing was not love.

Yeah, without a doubt.

She was just horny.

"Assistant Lancel. Quickly, let us engage in this intimate act known as love."

"Miss Mei—Mmph!"

All of a sudden, Mei leaned forward and pressed her lips hard against his. It was nothing but a firm, closed-mouth smooch.

Her lack of experience showed clearly. She didn’t even attempt to part her lips or slip her tongue inside. The kiss was clumsy and earnest without any technique.

That was all it took.

Lancel was already near his breaking point.

The constant throbbing in his cock, the slick remnants of her saliva still coating him, the way her small body pressed close with such blunt intent, it finally snapped something inside him.

He gripped her shoulders firmly with both hands, spun her around, and pushed her down onto the bed.

She landed on her back with a soft bounce as her skirt rode up slightly to expose more of her milky-white thighs.

The kiss broke apart for a moment. Mei blinked up at him, cheeks flushed deep red and eyes wide open.

"A-Assistant?"

Lancel loomed over her.

"Miss Mei. This is how you kiss someone."

If she wanted to learn, then he would teach her.