NTR: Stealing wives in Another World Chapter 10: Perfect teacher

The steamy morning air around the spring was thick with heat, musk, and very distracting noises.

Elder Lunara was sprawled out on a flat stone like a goddess in heat, one leg dangling in the water, the other resting on the shoulder of a red-faced young beastkin man. His hand was... busy between her thighs, fingers moving with awkward determination.

"Mnnnggh~! R-right there~ y-you blessed little beast~!"

Allen stood ten feet away, arms crossed, expression blank, trying his absolute best not to look but failing spectacularly.

"Elder, we’re supposed to be talking about sex ed," he said through gritted teeth.

Lunara arched her back, letting out a high-pitched moan that sohow turned into a sentence. "Ahhh~ s-sex ed is best taught—mmmngh~—with hands-on examples~!"

Fina whispered beside him, "Honestly, she’s more flexible than I expected."

"She’s more vocal than I expected," Allen muttered.

Lunara threw her head back, panting between words. "You—hahhh—taught Fina that cleaning up after sex was sacred, r-right~?!"

Allen rubbed his face. "I taught her nothing. She made that up."

Fina bead. "I stand by it."

Mirka stood nearby, arms folded, side-eyeing the whole situation like she walked into a cult initiation.

"Let get this straight," she said. "You’re all moaning over Allen because he knows how to wipe things?"

Fina stuck her tongue out. "Wipe? Oh sweetie, he ate clean."

Mirka recoiled. "That’s... disgusting."

Fina just sighed like a girl recalling a religious experience. "It was like having a warm tongue god worship my soul."

Allen turned red. "Can we not describe it like that?"

Lunara moaned again, hips twitching from the young beastkin’s eager fingers. "A-Ahhh~ t-this is why~ we need him to teach~!"

Mirka squinted. "He’s not even from this world. For all we know, they clean with spit and tree bark."

Fina crossed her arms. "Still better than letting Kael’s crusty ss dry on your thighs."

Mirka scowled. "That was a festival accident."

Kael, limping behind them and holding his precious jewels like they were war wounds, whimpered, "It wasn’t my fault... you sat on too hard..."

Allen smirked. "I rember. She broke your pelvis and I broke your soul."

Kael hissed, "You twisted my balls!"

"And I’d do it again."

Lunara moaned louder, almost lodically, "Ohhh~! I want every girl~ to know the bliss of being licked clean... not left sticky like so half-baked bread~!"

A group of girls nearby gasped. One whispered, "Bread...?"

Another nodded. "I have felt like bread..."

Lunara waved dramatically. "Allen! You will teach every girl, and every man! How to honor their partner’s body post-pleasure!"

Allen groaned. "What am I, a magical janitor?!"

Fina giggled. "You do eat your way through sses."

Mirka pointed accusingly. "This is all sounding suspiciously like an excuse to get Allen to suck on everyone."

Fina just shrugged. "If it’s educational, it’s not cheating."

Mirka’s eye twitched. "I’m going to punch sothing."

Kael, still holding his groin, squeaked, "Please not ..."

Allen threw up his hands in exasperation. "I am not licking anything clean. Not in this lifeti, not in the next one."

Fina raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You were pretty into it last night."

"Fina, please," Allen groaned, rubbing his temples. "Can we not bring that up in front of everyone?"

Lunara, still practically moaning with every word, was not helping. "Ahhh~ but it’s necessary, Allen! For the well-being of the tribe, and—mmm—what about the... cleanliness of our sacred bodies?"

Allen shot her a look, then gestured dramatically. "I get it, okay? I’ll teach you how to do it without eating anything!"

Fina clapped. "Ooh, good. Because we don’t have enough leaves for that."

Allen sighed, trying to steady himself. "Right. So, first off, water and leaves. That’s your basic cleaning toolkit, and it’s what you should start with."

The tribe mbers leaned forward, hanging on every word like it was so profound life lesson.

"Step one: find water. Preferably sothing clean—like a spring. River’s fine too, if you don’t mind a little fish scent."

"Ahhh~ fish~" Lunara moaned softly, as the young beastkin man continued his work behind her. He seed completely oblivious to the conversation.

"Now," Allen continued, ignoring the background noises, "you’ll want leaves. Big ones. Very big ones."

Fina grinned and held up a particularly large leaf. "Like this?"

Allen winced. "Exactly like that. Not too rough, but firm enough to do the job."

"And what about the licking?" Fina asked innocently, still enjoying the whole spectacle.

"I’m NOT licking anything clean!" Allen insisted, his face turning redder by the second. "We use water, and then you wipe! You wipe gently, carefully, and make sure there’s no ss left!"

Lunara moaned louder at this demonstration, the young man behind her seemingly following her lead, although he appeared to be on the verge of collapse from embarrassnt. He let out a stifled cry of frustration as she giggled.

Allen muttered under his breath, "I didn’t sign up for this..."

"Now," Allen said, stepping back, "Fina, co here."

Fina raised an eyebrow. "You want to... demonstrate?"

"You’re the one who started this whole thing!" he groaned.

Fina strutted over confidently, her hips swaying in that way she knew drove Allen crazy. "Fine, fine. But don’t act like you’re not enjoying the idea of showing everyone how this works."

She bent over in front of him, tail swishing provocatively, her wide grin almost mischievous.

Allen stood there for a mont, blinking. "Uhh, okay. So, here’s the first step..." He reached for the water jar at the side and splashed a little onto the leaves.

Fina barely suppressed a laugh as Allen awkwardly started to wipe the leaf along her leg, mimicking the motion that everyone was supposed to follow.

"There we go. Just like that. Gentle, but thorough. Don’t rush," he said, trying his hardest to sound serious.

Fina giggled as he wiped her leg. "You really are good at this, huh? Teaching everyone how to wipe it up."

Allen shot her a glare. "Shut it, Fina."

The tribe watched with rapt attention, clearly intrigued. So of them exchanged glances, nodding like they were learning the secrets of the universe.

Lunara, still half-dazed from her moaning earlier, slowly clapped her hands. "Ahhh~ yes, this is the kind of knowledge that will truly benefit the tribe."

One of the younger girls piped up. "So... no licking?"

Allen threw his hands up in the air. "No! We’re starting with wiping!"

Fina smirked and leaned in close. "Don’t worry, Allen. Maybe next ti, you can teach them how to lick it clean, too."

Allen’s face was beet red now, clearly embarrassed by the suggestive comnt.

"Next ti, Fina," he muttered, "next ti... maybe I’ll just disappear."

The rest of the tribe nodded, seemingly satisfied by the demonstration, though a few were eyeing the scene between Fina and Allen with amused curiosity.

"Alright," Allen said, trying to regain so composure, "Now that you’ve all been properly schooled in the basics, let’s focus on proper hygiene. Water, leaves, and a little patience."

As Lunara moaned dramatically behind him, Allen gave one last look at Fina, who was clearly enjoying every second of his misery.

"Well, at least this lesson is done," Allen grumbled, "and I’m never doing it again."

Fina smirked. "Sure, sure. You’ll be begging to teach it again soon."

Allen rolled his eyes. "Over my dead body."

"Promises, promises," Fina purred.