Isekaied Into An Eroge, Time To Have Fun!-Chapter 42: Training With Kha’Miero

Pushing back against the firm, chiseled abs of the highly talented and very sly Kha’Miero, I tried to create space between me and her lest another ’reaction’ begin working its way through my body, which was definitely not desired.

And yet the Draconian didn’t really seem to mind our current position at all since she kept that one arm hooked around my waist for a few moments more, staring at me intently and making my blush deepen far too much for my liking.

I wasn’t really aware that she was meant to always smell like woodfire nor that she would feel just as hot to the touch, and on top of that the intensity in her stare as she just studied my face - and lowered her gaze down towards my soaked blouse - was really just getting to be too much for me.

And yet before she did anything that I was expecting - and somewhat hoping for - she just released me and took a step back, nodding to herself once and asking "Alright, are you ready for some one on one training?", which sent a jolt throughout my body as I wondered whether that was innuendo or her being serious.

It really didn’t help that her voice and expression were as stable as ever, not showing an ounce of emotion that could be taken in either way; perhaps that was for the better considering what she was doing to me already.

When she got a nod she reached for her belt and unclasped a simple dual edged dagger, spinning it around elegantly in her hand and offering it to me now that her hand was on the blade instead of the handle.

"Take it. You can have this spare blade of mine to start practicing with. You said you wanted to learn a little bit of everything, so here’s your chance to learn some close quarters techniques. I call them ’how not to stab yourself’, tried and tested by yours truly."

Giving me a mock bow with that stoic expression was a fascinating contrast that helped jolt me out of my stupor, and although I very much wanted to reject the blade and tell her that I would learn some other time when I could afford my own blade only to have her grab my hand and clasp it around the handle.

"Alright, first things first - they sound stupid but listen closely - make sure to have your hand firmly clasped around the handle at all times. Try to keep the wrap clean and get yourself some gloves to help add another layer of grip. Small blades like this tend to want to get yanked out of your hand whenever any pressure at all is applied to you.

Next, it’s a dagger, not a sword. Cuts and slashes are great and all but more often than not the thing attacking you is going to have armor, so unless there is a very open weak spot of soft flesh, try not to just swing it around blindly. That makes you easy to disarm.

Stick to thrusts and learn to make your attacks count, because most mortal opponents can be taken down with just one good stab. As for monsters, if you aim well that tends to remain true too. The basics of a dagger are honestly some of the simplest to grasp; keep it in your hands and stab everything in front of you."

"That... doesn’t seem like a special technique..."

The Draconian just stared at me, her orange eyes twinkling with mirth even as her serpentine face remained as rigid as before; fidgeting beneath her gaze and squeezing the handle of the dagger a bit tight - to the point that it hurt a little - I fell silent and waited for her to continue, which she did after another few seconds.

"It isn’t. It is just a reminder that you need to stab everything unless it has no armor, in which case just swing your arm whenever you can. Until you get some muscle on those arms of yours and show me that you can move without tripping over your feet, there’s no reason to teach you a proper technique."

That was demoralizing to hear, but the Draconian seemed to understand that hearing that would hinder my mental so she clapped her hand on my shoulder and added "Everyone has to start somewhere and you simply are starting from square one... despite being in an Academy like this..."

A hint of curiosity seeped into her eyes as she studied me for a moment, so before she could really start to think about why someone like me was at this storied Academy I took the dagger and stepped back from her, trying to assume some kind of stance... and immediately needing her to correct me.

"Spread your legs out a little wider, and hunch your back just a bit more; also, bring this arm up and twist your hips to the left. When you stab you want to use more than just your arm, alright? Twist yourself and lean into the attack, otherwise the power is negligible and you just wasted your time."

Slipping behind me and laying her hands on my hips to make her point, Kha’Miero began to contort my body however she pleased, causing me to stiffen up as a deluge of dirty thoughts rushed into my mind instantly.

And yet I wasn’t able to actually stand here and continue to think about how she might be an expert in making women contort for her or what sort of ways she would tell me to move around if she ever got me into her bed because... well, she wasn’t here to pin me down, wrench my legs apart and make a sloppy mess of my lonely pussy.

"Further. Lower your arm a little more... there. When you stab you should move like this; take your arm and use your bodyweight to put far more power into it. Try it on your own now."

Stepping back and watching me as I began to go through the motions she told me to, Kha’Miero kept quiet and just observed as I stabbed the empty air over and over again, correcting me if need be but otherwise just letting me work up a sweat with this repetitive motion.

And yet I understood that no matter how much repeating the same thing over and over again would bore me and how it would make certain parts of me hurt, this was absolutely needed because the amount of corrections in the first minute alone were... a little astounding.

When things had been just point and click everything seemed so easy, but obviously I was no longer using a computer mouse and some keys to make an overly complex action happen; I was doing it with my real body, and apparently I was severely uncoordinated.

To the point that I was more embarrassed now than I was aroused whenever Kha’Miero slid up behind me and pressed herself against me to guide me through the motions; I could feel her, and I knew her hands were lingering longer than they needed to, but I was far more focused on stabbing the air in front of me then I was at seducing this big, strong and handsome Draconian.

How long we were here was completely unknown to me, but I was aware that another bath was very much in order now that I was drenched in sweat from head to toe; my hair was plated and my skin was clammy, but never before had I felt this... good.

Muscle burns and aching joints couldn’t stop me from smiling as I checked my stats again and saw that I now had a base STR of 6 and base AGI of 5, bringing them up to 14 and 13 respectively, which was MASSIVE considering just yesterday everything had been at 1.

Whether this rate of improvement would continue to grow this quickly and easily was yet to be seen - and I had a sneaking suspicion that after I reached a base of 10 in any stat things would slow down quite a bit - but progress was progress and it made me feel so damn good.

Especially since the moment Kha’Miero called for me to take a break I could feel her eyes burning a hole through my clothes as she beckoned for me to sit beside her on the cool grass, the Draconian clearly liking what she was seeing.

And honestly... after what I had done, and after what had happened yesterday, I was more than happy to puff out my chest a little and let her gaze long and hard at what she wanted... it filled me with a sort of accomplishment that was even sweeter than seeing those numbers go up.

It was sweeter than honey and more addicting than any hard drug in the world, especially when I knew that the futanari that couldn’t take her eyes off of me was someone as desirable as Kha’Miero... right now she was looking at me and not at any other woman in this Academy, and that was what was addicting to me.

That stroke to my ego was so nice, yet I was reminded immediately that she was very, very capable in many ways since she laid a hand on my thigh and stared at me hungrily, causing that pride to swell more even as I shrank a little beneath her heavy, aroused gaze, like prey before an apex predator.