Reincarnated User Manual

A cabin with the scent of a winter forest.

Originally, it was the home Lucia had built for [Blackie], but after Shiron’s touch, it transformed into a cozy mountain lodge.

To exaggerate a bit, it had everything needed to turn it into a honeymoon cottage.

A lantern to light up the darkness.

A soft bed.

“…Ugh.”

And,

A blushing bride, a necessary element of any honeymoon cottage, was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Clothes with excessive exposure flaunted her figure as if trying to seduce a man, and her face, illuminated by the lantern, was so red it seemed about to burst, like an overripe fruit.

Yoru glanced sideways at the source of her embarrassment. Between her wide-open thighs, Shiron sat with a beaming face, staring directly at her embarrassing spot… the place hidden just behind a thin piece of fabric.

She didn’t know the exact time, but it had been a while already.

He wasn’t making a move, not even caressing her.

Clear strange behavior.

It would be understandable if it was a nervous virgin on his first night, but Shiron, who had complicated relationships with women, was surely familiar with the female body.

There was no reason for him to act like an adolescent boy seeing a woman’s privates for the first time.

Instead, Yoru was growing impatient and began trembling slightly.

“Um…”

“Hmm?”

“Uh, how long are you going to keep staring?”

“Why, is there a problem with looking?”

“…You’re staring too blatantly. It’s not like you’re doing anything… Are you even thinking of doing something?”

“You’re the one who didn’t want to earlier. Now you’re begging for it.”

“…No, go ahead, look all you want.”

After saying that, Yoru let out a series of sighs. Whether it was the embarrassment of the situation or the cold night air, it was clear she was unconsciously getting excited, evident by the foggy breath escaping her mouth.

Yoru, annoyed by his teasing words, nudged Shiron.

She was a straightforward person. Even though she said it was fine, it was clear she couldn’t completely hide her discomfort.

Her eyes were closed as if ignoring him, but her expression was full of frustration. Her voice had dropped to a low tone, making it obvious to anyone she was displeased.

But,

Even so, Yoru did not stop Shiron.

And why would she? Didn’t she owe Shiron a great favor?

Though she had hesitated, she still wore the revealing outfit he wanted and spread her legs for him.

Yoru, who was as powerful as Siriel and Lucia, could have easily resisted and stopped this from happening if she truly wanted to.

Yet here she was, reluctantly going along with it.

Shiron found her cute like this. In fact, he even felt a wave of nostalgia.

‘Is it because their essence is the same? She has something similar to Lucia.’

Not the Lucia who smiled blissfully after tasting his cock, but the old Lucia, who used to grumble but would still do anything he asked.

Of course, Shiron didn’t wish for Lucia to go back to how she was, but there was still a feeling of wistfulness.

Shiron’s type wasn’t a bland, boring woman, but rather a strong, proud one. He could even say that having a sharp side to her personality made her his ideal type.

That’s why Shiron was staring so intently at Yoru’s embarrassing place right now.

A fierce and beautiful woman, wearing clothes that serve no purpose other than seduction, shamelessly spreading her legs.

Her face looked like it could explode at any moment, yet she kept pushing him impatiently, acting tough. That sight stirred a powerful urge to conquer within Shiron.

It was driving him mad, wanting to pin her down and make her cry out beneath him.

Yet, even as he thought this, he knew deep down that if he acted on it now, he would regret it later.

“…Hm.”

Shiron slid his hand from her knees to her inner thighs. Even so, his thumb pulled aside the skirt covering her most intimate spot.

Squelch—

A lewd sound echoed in the silence.

Though she had never been with a man before, just spreading her legs had left Yoru wet.

Splat—

Now, as his hand brushed against her, her wetness was soaking not just her skirt but the bedsheet beneath. The scent of her arousal slowly filled the air, and in an instant, the primal smell made Shiron’s cock stiffen.

Squelch, squelch—

Shiron giggled as he toyed with Yoru’s slit.

He spread it open with his thumb and index finger, teasing her shyly hidden clit with his fingertip.

“Ugh, ugh♡.”

His cock throbbed, eager to be inside her, but seeing Yoru struggling to hold back her moans made it feel foolish to stop now.

Shiron went further, pulling open the front of her dress that covered her chest.

Bounce— Her beautiful breasts spilled out, perfectly shaped and smooth enough to admire for hours.

Shiron, more aroused, began to fondle her slit even more boldly.

Squeak, squeak. Spin, spin. Tap, tap. Slap, slap.

“Ugh♡, Hngh♡ Ah♡”

Unable to endure the overwhelming pleasure any longer, Yoru began twisting her body side to side.

“Hngh♡, Hfft♡”

Her attempt to hold back and hide her embarrassment only sparked a sadistic desire within him.

Shiron’s hand, which had been caressing her slit, shifted slightly.

Though he teased her as if stimulating her clitoris, he never gave her the satisfying pleasure she craved.

Her hymen, that narrow gap, was soaking with juices as if begging to be filled. Yet, the more it begged, the more Shiron’s mischievous heart wanted to torment her further.

Smack!

Shiron flicked Yoru’s swollen clit.

“Eek♡!”

Sploosh♡-

A sharp moan escaped as fluids gushed out, and Yoru hurriedly closed her legs in shock.

“…W-What are you doing?!”

Unable to hold back her moans any longer, Yoru gasped and shouted. Shiron, with a playful smile, looked up at her.

“What do you mean, ‘What am I doing’? Haven’t you heard of foreplay? It’s something meant to get a woman ready by making her wet so she can properly take a man’s… you know.”

“It hurts! You didn’t even put anything in, so why are you flicking me?!”

“Come on, it felt thrilling, didn’t it?”

“It didn’t!”

Yoru jumped up, her voice shrill and loud.

Squish— The wet sound of her soaked skin echoed, as if to betray her lie, but she pretended not to notice, forcing herself to ignore it.

However, despite her denial, her body was honest.

Her head felt foggy, her heart pounded so hard her ears buzzed, making it feel like her mind would slip away any moment.

Her juices dripped down her thighs, and her swollen slit and stiff nipples tingled, making her want to rub against something.

Seeing such an obvious reaction, Shiron shrugged his shoulders.

“All this fuss over a single flick? You didn’t even scream when you got stabbed with a knife.”

“T-That’s different!”

“You sure like to complain. Weren’t you trying to act all quiet and composed?”

“I wasn’t complaining, and I never pretended to be quiet!”

Her irritation must have reached its peak, as white steam puffed from the top of her head.

Her face was scrunched up in anger, which might have been intimidating, but with her bare breasts jiggling in the open, she only looked cute.

“You sure have a temper. Almost makes you seem like a barbarian.”

Perhaps that was why Shiron decided to indulge Yoru’s sulking a bit. With a smile, he approached her, grabbed her shoulders, and sat her down beside him on the bed.

“Don’t call me a barbarian!”

“Alright, fine, Blackie.”

“Don’t call me Blackie either! You know my name is Yoru, so why are you teasing me?!”

“Because it’s fun.”

Crack—

‘Ah, I shouldn’t have said that.’

Peck—

“You’re cute, you know.”

“…”

“It’s just because you’re so charming. So, stop being mad.”

Shiron, unfazed by Yoru’s threatening aura, kissed her on the forehead.

At the same time, he gently caressed her shoulders, trying to soothe her irritation.

‘Cute, huh? What nonsense…’

Was it because of his sudden change in attitude? Yoru froze up in confusion. However, even in her shock, Shiron’s hands didn’t stop.

His left hand, which had been supporting her lower back, now moved to gently hold her hand, while the other softly traced patterns on her arm.

Meanwhile, Shiron buried his face in her collarbone, taking a deep breath as if savoring the moment, causing his chest to slowly heat up.

“S-Stop it! What are you doing?!”

“Even your presence is charming. It’s addicting.”

“What?!”

Yoru, startled, tried to pull away from Shiron, but found herself drawn back by his gentle grip.

“Don’t say weird things! I clearly washed, so how can there be a smell?!”

All Yoru could do was pout, her body unconsciously responding to Shiron’s gentle touch.

“Nope, you definitely smell.”

“I do not!”

“Keep denying it all you want.”

Shiron, teasing her even more, lifted Yoru’s arm.

From her collarbone, he kissed her. Smooch♡. Then her shoulder. Smooch♡. And finally, he left more kisses along the side of her arm.

“What the…! Ah♡! Stop it! Isn’t that gross?!”

Yoru tried to push Shiron away from her side and armpit, but her strength was failing as her head became foggier.

Puhah—

Having thoroughly enjoyed her scent, Shiron lifted his head with a satisfied sigh.

“You said you washed, didn’t you? So, you’re clean, aren’t you? Or, is it because you’re a barbarian who doesn’t use soap when you wash?”

“Of course not…”

Yoru mumbled her reply hesitantly. She wanted to argue back, but her dizzy head couldn’t come up with any solid excuses.

If she rejected him now, he’d call her a dirty barbarian.

But if she accepted his shameless fondling, the embarrassment might just make her heart stop.

It was a dilemma with no way out.

As she hesitated, Shiron’s caresses never ceased, leaving Yoru with no choice but to surrender.

‘What’s so great about sniffing me?! He’s the Blackie, not me!’

“Ugh♡, Ngh♡!”

Her lifted armpit filled with shame and tingling sensations, while the pleasure between her breasts and slit made her hips squeeze together.

Even though the night air was cold, the cabin was full of heat. Drenched in the sensory frenzy, Yoru began sweating from pleasure, soaking the bed.

Yet, in the midst of all this, Yoru didn’t remain completely passive. Though her body twisted for a moment like a stiff plank, she eventually gave in and began to explore Shiron’s thighs and chest with her hands.

Call it instinct, if you would, but it wasn’t just Shiron’s body that responded to the scent of arousal.

Her hands groped his chest, his stomach, his waist, and his sides, and finally, her sweat-soaked hands began to fondle his cock quite openly.

Throb—

“Ah…!”

Yoru’s eyes widened, as if realizing for the first time what she had touched. She never imagined she’d end up touching his cock herself.

But whether she realized it or not, it was already too late. Her inexperienced touch made Shiron’s excitement evident, and a meaningful smile spread across his face.

“…What’s with that smile?”

Panting heavily, Yoru glared at Shiron.

What was he planning to do now, smiling like that?

Just as she tried to figure it out, Shiron removed his pants and moved closer to her.

Yoru, dumbfounded, stared back and forth between him and his actions.

“What… are you doing?”

“It’s unfair for you to be the only one getting all the attention. But it’s your first time, so I can’t expect you to know what you’re doing, right?”

Shiron then leaned in closer, as if marking her presence.

“What are you doing?! That’s disgusting!”

Yoru, shocked, tried to pull away, but once again, she couldn’t push him off.

More accurately, her arms wouldn’t work. Despite her mind’s commands, her heated body refused to obey.

‘No way…?’

Yoru’s eyes shrank in panic.

Unable to resist, Yoru found herself with an odd urge to move closer the more he pressed against her.

Shiron, finding her adorable for pretending to resist, patted her head.

“Now, open your mouth and try it. See? Simple, right?”

“…Are you insane? How could I even consider that…”

Gulp♡.

Despite her protests, Yoru swallowed hard.

She told herself it wasn’t because she wanted to taste it. It was just because her throat was dry from the winter air—she wasn’t craving anything.

“Look at you, lying with drool dripping down your chin.”

“N-No! It’s… It’s just… Yeah, I was thirsty! It’s winter, and the air is dry!”

Feeling her dry lips, Yoru licked them, but instead tasted something salty. It was his pre-cum that had smeared on her lips.

Shiron chuckled at the sight of her gagging.

“Well, that works out. I’ll just cum a lot, and you can quench your thirst with it.”

“W-Wait! I’m not ready yet…”

Slurp—!

Her hair was yanked, and Shiron’s cock was shoved into Yoru’s mouth.

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