Harem Training System: Every Girl I Train Makes Me Stronger!

Chapter 34: 34. I Wonder If I Still Have My Love-Making Skill, But Eh... Let’s Train It!**

William felt a surge of predatory satisfaction.

’God, it’s been far too long,’ he thought, his inner voice sounding far more satisfied than his stoic expression suggested. ’The discipline, the training, the constant vigilance... it’s all been a massive buildup.’

’Now, finally, some real sustenance.’ A small, dark part of his mind wondered if his "equipment" was still as sharp and formidable as his blade; he had spent so much time honing his martial prowess that he hoped his sexual stamina hadn’t grown rusty.

But looking at the way Catherine was practically melting into him, he knew he was more than ready to conquer.

He let out a low, amused huff, his hands sliding lower to firmly grasp the curves of her hips, pulling her so tight against him that she could feel every inch of his hard, muscular build.

"Since we’re being so honest, Catherine," William murmured, his voice vibrating against her skin, "I think we should treat this like one of our sessions at the academy."

"You’ve been far too rigid, far too controlled."

"You need a different kind of instruction."

He leaned in, his lips hovering just a hair’s breadth from hers, his gaze scanning her flushed, beautiful face. "In fact, looking at how you’re reacting to a little bit of wine and a little bit of attention..."

"I have a feeling you’re a complete novice in this department..." William laughed. "A total virgin, aren’t you?"

Catherine’s entire body stiffened for a fraction of a second before she let out a soft, embarrassed squeak. "Ah! W-what?!"

"How... hnnn... how could you say something so... so blunt?!" Her silver hair swayed as she tried to pull back slightly, her face turning a shade of crimson that rivaled the wine they had been drinking.

She looked down, her long elven eyelashes fluttering as she tried to find some shred of her former dignity.

"And besides," she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of wine-induced lust and genuine bashfulness, "you shouldn’t be so... so arrogant!"

"You act like you’re some master of the arts, but... but you’re just as... as..." She paused, biting her lip, her eyes darting up to his. "You’re probably a virgin too, acting all big and brave!"

William didn’t even give her the chance to finish the sentence.

He lunged forward, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was anything but "polite." It was a claim.

It was a conquest. He didn’t just kiss her; he devoured her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with a commanding, rhythmic force that demanded an answer.

"Mmph?! Hnnn aaaaahhh!" Catherine let out a muffled, high-pitched moan of surprise that quickly melted into a deep, guttural sound of surrender.

The kiss was intense, a collision of his raw, masculine energy and her desperate, elven longing. He tasted the sweetness of the wine on her tongue, but beneath that, there was something much more intoxicating: the pure, unadulterated essence of a woman who had been waiting a lifetime for this exact moment.

His hands wandered with purpose, one gripping the back of her head to hold her steady while the other slid up her thigh, his large, tanned hand contrasting sharply against her pale, elegant skin.

"Nnn... hmmm... mmmph!" Catherine’s hands flew to his chest, her fingers curling into his shirt as she tried to pull him even closer, her hips instinctively arching upward to meet the pressure of his body.

The sound of their breathing became a frantic, synchronized rhythm, heavy, jagged, and thick with anticipation.

When he finally pulled back just an inch, a thin thread of saliva connected them; Catherine was panting heavily, her eyes glazed and her lips swollen from his assault. She looked utterly undone, her composure not just loosened but completely shattered.

"Wrong," William whispered against her lips, a triumphant, shameless grin spreading across his face. "I’m definitely not a virgin."

"And since you’re so curious about my ’skills’... why don’t we stop talking and start the first lesson?"

"Aaaah... hnnn... yes... please..." she whimpered, her voice breaking as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling his head back down to hers. "Show me... William... show me everything... hnnn aaaaahhh!"

William didn’t wait for her to recover. Driven by a sudden, surging need to feel her entire body against his, he placed his large hands on her waist and pushed, forcing her to rise from the sofa.

Catherine, her legs feeling like jelly from the wine and the sheer intensity of his kiss, stumbled slightly, her elven grace momentarily failing her as she was forced to stand.

He didn’t let her find her balance; instead, he stepped into her space, pinning her back against the edge of the heavy wooden dining table. The sudden movement caused a soft, startled gasp to escape her.

"Ah! Hnnn... William!"

He didn’t give her a moment to settle. He crashed his lips against hers again, a standing kiss that was even more primal than the last.

This wasn’t just a kiss; it was a demand for total submission. His hands moved from her waist to her back, pulling her flush against the hard, unyielding planes of his muscular torso.

As the kiss deepened, Catherine’s eyes fluttered open, her vision slightly blurred by the alcohol and the heat of the moment. Because they were so close, she found herself staring directly into his eyes, dark, intense, and filled with a predatory hunger that made her heart hammer against her ribs like a trapped bird.

She could see the slight furrow in his brow, the sheer, masculine focus in his gaze that told her he wasn’t playing games anymore.

Then, she felt it.

As he pressed himself harder against her, a massive, unmistakable bulge surged between them, pressing firmly into the sensitive junction of her thighs.

"Mmmph?! Nnn... hnnn..." A sharp, hitching moan broke from her throat, her eyes widening even further.

She had lived her entire life among the elven noblemen who were lithe, elegant, and possessed a certain refined, delicate grace. She had never encountered a human like him.

The sheer, heavy mass of him was overwhelming. It felt as though he were made of solid iron, a force of nature pressing against her soft, trembling body.

The sensation was so intense, so sudden, that a wave of heat flooded her lower abdomen, making her knees buckle even as she tried to stay upright.

’How... how can a human be so... so large?’ she thought frantically, her mind reeling. ’Is it... is it truly that massive... beneath those clothes?’

The sheer scale of the pressure against her crotch sent jolts of electricity through her nervous system. She could feel the heat of him, the pulsing rhythm of his arousal through the fabric of their clothes, and the thought of what lay hidden behind his trousers made her breath catch in her throat.

It was intimidating, yes, but it was also the most arousing thing she had ever experienced.

"Ah... hnnn... William... you’re... so..." she tried to speak, but the words died in a breathless whimper as his hands slid down to squeeze her buttocks, lifting her slightly so she could feel the full, heavy weight of his endowment grinding against her.

"So what, Catherine?" William growled against her lips, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that she felt deep in her bones.

He could feel her trembling and the way her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. "So big? So much for you to handle?"

"Aaaahhh! Nnn... hnnn... yes!" she cried out, a desperate, high-pitched sound of pure want.

She arched her back, pressing herself even harder into the massive bulge, her hands clutching his muscular biceps as if she were afraid she might float away if she didn’t hold onto him. "It’s... it’s too much... hnnn... but don’t stop... please, don’t ever stop... mmmph!"

The sound of her moaning filled the quiet cottage, a raw, uninhibited melody of desire that echoed the storm brewing between them.

The air was thick with the scent of wine, sweat, and the musk of impending passion as William prepared to show her exactly just how much "training" she truly needed.