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[X] Ask for the lesson. Nicely.
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Well, the knowledge could come in useful. Not to mention you'd be lying if you said you weren't interested in the prospect of doing that sort of thing with Mima. With how she treated you when you first met...
Well then.
"I humbly request your instruction. Please teach me, Lady Mima."
Cap that off with a bow.
You straighten up and there's a long silence, Mima staring at you the whole while. After a while she starts to chuckle, and brings her hand up to stifle her ensuing laughter. Coming over to you with a sweeping movement, she catches you in a headlock, and brings her hand down to trace patterns along your chest, just like back during the walk to the manor.
"You really did ask nicely, didn't you?" She smiles warmly at you. "But that's good! Lesson one: always listen to your partner. Maybe not do as they say, but always listen at least!" She looks up and down the halls for a moment. "Alright, kid. Which way's your room?"
Assuming the room you always wake up in is yours, then... "West."
"Right." Mima immediately sets off to the east.
"This is the opposite direction of my room."
"Of course! If someone notices you're not at the party, where do you think they'll look first?" Her smile suddenly turns sly. "Unless you want someone to walk in on us?"
Well, depending on who... no, no. Probably better to avoid that line of thinking.
"Alright, this'll do well enough."
Mima pulls to a stop in front of a randomly chosen room and flings the door open, revealing a much emptier mirror of the room that's been assigned to you. No real decorations at all, just hardwood floors, rice paper doors and walls, and a few highset windows. She shoves you into the room and quickly slips in behind you, sliding the door shut almost silently. She mumbles something about locks underneath her breath, but you don't catch it exactly.
"There ought to be a futon or something in the closet."
"No need, no need. We don't want to go around dirtying the house, now do we?"
Mima sweeps past you, her clothes falling to the ground piece by piece as she makes her way to the far wall, revealing every inch of her pale skin. You're left staring at her naked back as she stands there, tapping the floor with one foot impatiently, illuminated only by the soft moonlight pouring in through the windows. With a single gesture of her finger, her discarded clothing slither along the floor and swirl into a soft blanket that settles just in front of her. She looks over her shoulder at you, and you're captivated by the swaying of her long green hair.
"Well? Are we going to get started, or are you just going to stand there?"
You try to voice a response, but... the sight of her, the sound of her voice... you can't seem to coordinate yourself at all. She's really... well, you'd seen a lot of her before, but she's just beautiful like this; every curve, every smooth stretch of skin, every strand of hair, every detail of this image burns itself forever into your mind. You make a sort of weak squeak and stumble forward, tripping over your own feet and falling face forward towards the ground.
You stop suddenly, hovering about an inch off the ground. You can hear an amused - maybe even affectionate - giggle coming from Mima.
"You're going to have to work on your balance, kid. I'd hate to see you try and pull off anything complicated in that state."
Without warning, you're flung across the room and flipped upright, causing your back to impact the wall almost painfully. You slide to the floor dazed, your legs splayed open. Mima's face fills your vision, and her smile is... genuinely fond. She brings up one hand to show you a finger surrounded with a faint green glow, and she giggles again.
You feel her hand slip down to your chest, quickly snapping each button on your jacket open, before she slips the offending garment off of you. Gliding slowly down your body, she shifts gradually from her kneeling position, eventually laying comfortably between your legs, her head propped up on one arm to be level with your crotch. Gripping your sash and skirt with her free hand, she pulls them down just enough to let your already half hard penis spring free.
"Shall we get started?" Still smiling, she wraps her fingers around your shaft, stroking the length of it slowly and softly, her long nails creating a pleasant scratching. The steady strokes arouse you enough to bring you to a full erection in no time at all. The moment you're fully erect, her hand glides to base of your shaft and rests there, the stroking ending abruptly. You almost groan in disappointment, but...
Mima looks at you again and leans upwards a bit. Closing her eyes and holding her hair out of her face with her free hand, she leans forwards and brushes her lips against your erection lightly. It's a faint sensation, ticklish and soft, and it causes you to shudder. Again and again, her lips trace along your sensitive manhood, and then... her lips part ever so slightly, and a puff of hot breath caresses your shaft. As the faint feeling of her lips traces up and down your length, you find it slowly enveloped in a warm and moist sensation which only ever seems to cover a fraction of your length at any time, contrasting pleasantly with the cool night air that floods in everywhere that isn't receiving her attention.
Precum begins to leak down your shaft, and Mima shifts gears. Her lips stop roving your shaft, instead she presses them softly against your tip. She peppers your member with small kisses like that, all over, before returning to your tip; instead of kissing it again however, her lips part as they meet your skin, and the head of your erection is soon enveloped by her mouth. Warm and wet everywhere... you let out a strangled cry as her tongue begins to slide up and down your urethral opening, happily lapping up your precum. Her mouth gradually slips lower, taking in more and more of your shaft, until her mouth meets her own fingers at the base.
You grunt quietly as she begins to slide her mouth up and down your length, the warm and wet inside of her mouth giving way to the cold air, and then returning. Again and again, hot and cold, hot and cold, hot... your eyes shut as the feeling washes over you, letting you focus on it entirely. Your hands tangle themselves in her silky hair of their own volition. Your hips begin to buck, making her job easier. It's so... it's so... a familiar pressure starts building up inside of you... there's no way you can take this for long... she...
"Mi--" You gasp. "Mima! I... I'm going to--"
There's suddenly a strong suction as she begins to suck at your member eagerly. That's it... that's your limit. A bolt of white hot pleasure runs through you, circumventing all thought. Shuddering, you release a load of your semen into her mouth. She doesn't stop sucking though, seemingly trying to draw out as much of your cum as she can. As you come down from your brief high your eyes flutter open, and you can see Mima, kneeling again, swallowing the last of your load with a noisy gulp. Damn, that's almost enough to get you hard again.
"You taste good."
With that simple phrase, Mima leans in and kisses you gently. When she pulls back, she's wearing a pleased smile.
"It's good that you warned me when you were going to go off, by the way. You should always remember to do that the first few times you're with a woman. Not all of them like to swallow, and you don't want to shock them into doing it if they're not ready."
Stretching for a moment, Mima offers you a nice view. With a happy sigh she falls backwards onto the sheets below, her green hair fanning out beneath her, with her arms spread wide at her sides, and her legs parted just enough to give you a full view of her slit, glistening in anticipation with her own fluids. That view is more than enough to get you raring to go again, and you're sporting an erection almost immediately.
"Let's get into the lesson proper, now."