Chapter 928: Teaching Yamato about Masturbation (R-18)

Vergil was sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard and Yamato nestled between his legs. He was holding her from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist as she tried to get used to the position. The silk robe he wore had become slightly disheveled after they had gotten up, but Yamato seemed far more concerned with the proximity of Vergil’s face, which rested calmly against her shoulder.

"V-Vergil, you’re too close," she murmured, glancing discreetly at the arms encircling her. Despite the complaint, she made no attempt to pull away. In fact, when he drew her a little closer, Yamato simply settled her back more comfortably against his chest.

"Am I?" Vergil brought his face closer to her hair and took a deep breath. "That scent of lavender is wonderful. With that color, your hair almost looks like it’s made of real lavender."

Yamato blushed and turned her face slightly, trying to figure out if he was teasing or serious. Her hair was a soft shade of lilac, and the perfume she had chosen after gaining a physical form complemented it so well that Vergil seemed particularly keen on keeping her in his embrace.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Yamato replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "It’s just ordinary hair. And you’ve mentioned the scent before."

"Because I still like it."

She opened her mouth to respond but ultimately thought better of it. Instead, she placed one hand on Vergil’s arm and remained quiet, though the flush on her face made it quite clear she wasn’t as indifferent as she wanted to appear.

The tranquility lasted until a familiar presence appeared beside the bed.

Crymsaria materialized without warning, wearing sheer lingerie that left little to the imagination. She looked at Vergil, then at Yamato, and raised an eyebrow upon realizing the two were still embracing in the same position.

"If you want to screw the sword, just take her clothes off," Crymsaria remarked, as if offering the most obvious solution in the world.

Yamato turned bright red.

"C-Crymsaria!"

Vergil sighed but didn’t let go of the embrace. "It’s not the time yet. She got a body less than forty-eight hours ago. Let the girl get used to it first. She’s still innocent."

"Innocent?" A second voice emerged from the other side of the bed.

Nivara appeared right after, wearing lingerie even more eye-catching than Crymsaria’s. She approached with an amused smile and observed Yamato, who seemed to be seriously considering reverting to sword form just to escape the conversation.

"Vergil, she probably saw every time you had sex while she was still a sword," Nivara said. "Do you really think Yamato doesn’t know what’s going on?"

Vergil fell silent for a moment.

Crymsaria seemed to consider that information as well. She looked at Yamato again, noticed the former katana’s flushed face, and finally nodded.

"Come to think of it, I take it back. She’s a lost cause. Just look at her face."

"I am not a lost cause!" Yamato protested, tightening her grip on Vergil’s arm. "And the two of you could stop talking about me as if I weren’t here!"

Nivara let out a soft laugh, seemingly pleased with the reaction. Vergil simply rested his chin on Yamato’s shoulder again, showing no intention of joining the argument.

Realizing he was going to keep holding the sword, Nivara stepped closer to the bed and crossed her arms.

"Well, if you two aren’t going to hook up, then I want some attention too." She looked directly at Vergil and added, without the slightest embarrassment, "I’m wet."

Nivara’s comment hung in the air like an invitation that couldn’t be ignored. Vergil raised an eyebrow, his silver eyes tracing the length of her body with deliberate slowness. The sheer lingerie she wore hid nothing, and the dampness between her thighs was evident even in the room’s dim light.

Yamato, still nestled against Vergil’s chest, felt his arms loosen. The warmth that had enveloped her gradually faded, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment as he pulled away.

"Come here," Vergil said, his voice low and husky, his eyes fixed on Nivara.

Nivara smiled with satisfaction and approached the bed slowly, swaying her hips deliberately. Crymsaria watched it all with a smirk, her arms crossed beneath her breasts.

Nivara climbed onto the bed and positioned herself with her back to Vergil, sitting between his legs. He embraced her from behind, his arms winding around her body as his hands found the thin strap of her lingerie. He pulled it down, exposing her breasts, then slid one hand across her abdomen until it reached the waistband of her panties.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, and Nivara obeyed immediately, parting her thighs with an ease that made Yamato catch her breath.

Vergil’s hand slid beneath the fabric, and Nivara let out a low moan as his fingers found her wetness. He held her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, while his fingers moved over her clitoris with slow, torturous precision.

Yamato, still sitting on the bed nearby, couldn’t look away. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed bright red, and her breathing grew ragged as she witnessed the scene for the first time.

Vergil noticed her gaze. He looked up, meeting Yamato’s eyes, and a subtle smile played on his lips.

"So, Yamato," he began, his fingers continuing their slow, methodical work between Nivara’s legs, "have you ever seen a pussy before?"

Yamato swallowed hard and shook her head quickly. "N-no. Swords don’t have eyes. I... I’ve never seen one before."

"A first time, then." Crymsaria’s voice came from beside her, and before Yamato could react, the dark-haired woman gently pulled her closer, positioning her to face Nivara. "Now you’ll have a front-row seat."

Yamato stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the sight before her. Nivara’s lingerie had been pushed aside, and her pussy was fully exposed, glistening with the moisture Vergil’s fingers were spreading in slow, circular motions.

"Two women are looking at your pussy right now," Crymsaria teased, kneeling beside Yamato and tilting her head to watch Nivara closely. "You like that, don’t you? Being exposed like this?"

Nivara answered with a moan, throwing her head back against Vergil’s shoulder. "S-shut up... I don’t like it..."

Vergil slid his free hand over Nivara’s body, caressing her breasts while the other continued working between her legs. Then, without warning, he gave her pussy a sharp, light slap.

Nivara gasped, her body trembling from the impact.

Vergil smiled against her neck and looked up at Yamato, who was watching everything with wide eyes.

"This is a perfect moment to teach you about masturbation," he said, his voice heavy with a suggestion that made Yamato shiver. "Using Nivara’s pussy as an example."

Yamato opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. Crymsaria gently held her chin, turning her face to ensure she didn’t look away.

"Pay attention, little sword," Crymsaria murmured, her lips brushing against Yamato’s ear. "This is a lesson you won’t soon forget."

Vergil maintained a slow, deliberate pace, his fingers gliding through Nivara’s wet slit with almost clinical precision. He parted her lips with two fingers, exposing her swollen, throbbing clitoris, and Yamato couldn’t suppress a stifled gasp at seeing such intimacy up close—something she had never imagined witnessing.

"See how pink it turns when she’s aroused," Vergil murmured, his voice low and instructive, as if explaining something simple. He traced the tip of his finger around Nivara’s clitoris, and she writhed against him, a moan caught in her throat. "That’s how you know a woman is ready."

Crymsaria held Yamato by the chin, keeping her face just inches from the scene. The ancient sword could feel the heat radiating from Nivara’s body and see every drop of moisture trickling from her opening; her own body was reacting in a way she didn’t understand—a strange heat spreading through her belly, an unexpected dampness between her own legs.

Vergil slid one finger inside Nivara, then two, and she gasped loudly, her fingers digging into the sheets. He curled his fingers in a "come here" motion, and Nivara cried out, her whole body shuddering.

"It feels so good... Vergil... please, don’t stop..."

"I won’t stop," he replied, his mouth grazing her ear. "But first, I want you to look at Yamato."

Nivara obeyed; her pleasure-clouded eyes met Yamato’s, who stood completely motionless, mesmerized by the scene. Nivara’s face was flushed, her lips parted, and there was something in her eyes that made Yamato swallow hard.

"Do you see this, little sword?" Nivara asked, her voice trembling. "Do you see what he’s doing to me?"

Yamato simply nodded, unable to form words.

Vergil picked up the pace, his fingers now moving rapidly inside her while his thumb massaged her clitoris with firm pressure. Nivara began to writhe, her moans growing higher-pitched and more urgent.

"I’m going to cum... Vergil, I’m going to..."

"Wait," he commanded, suddenly slowing down, and Nivara let out a groan of frustration. "I want you to come while looking at Yamato."

Nivara bit her lip, her eyes fixed on Yamato, who stood paralyzed, her face bright red. Crymsaria released the sword’s chin and stepped back slightly, allowing the two of them to look directly at each other.

"Look closely at her, Yamato," Crymsaria whispered. "You are about to see something no sword has ever seen."

Vergil resumed the rhythm—faster, more intense—and this time, Nivara couldn’t hold anything back. She cried out, her body arching violently against Vergil’s chest, and a jet of hot, translucent fluid shot from her pussy, striking Yamato directly in the face.

Yamato stood motionless, the fluid running down her cheek and dripping from her chin. She was stunned, her eyes wide, her heart pounding so fast she could hear it in her ears.

Nivara slumped against Vergil, gasping for breath, her body trembling with the waves of orgasm still coursing through her. Crymsaria let out a low, amused laugh.

"Welcome to the world of the living, little sword," she said, reaching out to wipe the fluid from Yamato’s face. "I hope you paid attention to the lesson."