Chapter 167: The Restored Royal Capital and Peaceful Daily Life, Part Seven

After lunch I was relaxing sitting on the living room sofa.

"Ah... ah... ah..."

On top of me Ilma with my thing contained in her urethra was slowly shaking her body with a hip motion unchildlike.

While drinking after-meal tea with my right hand so as not to spill I groped the crotch of Helma who was wearing a blindfold with my left hand.

"Ah! ...Nnn! ...Kufun! ..."

Helma also raised unchildlike sweet voices and wriggled her body.

Every time she moved the chains attached all over her body rattled jara jara.

For now I am doing it for recovery of life force and magic power, but sometimes when I come to I get scared of myself who has gotten completely used to this situation.

"Master, I am sorry to interrupt while you are enjoying yourself but I have a consultation."

Muriel came out from the corridor and said looking apologetic.

Looking at her own daughters being toyed with, calling it enjoying yourself is questionable.

...It is not wrong though.

"What’s wrong?"

I suppressed a little self-disgust and asked Muriel.

"Master is not good at horseback riding so I wanted you to overcome that. If you can ride a horse it is convenient in various ways."

As Muriel says I indeed cannot ride a horse.

When I ride a horse I have Muriel and the others who can ride put me behind them.

And in battles until now because I cannot ride a horse Muriel and the others also fought without riding horses.

If I can ride a horse battle might also become easier.

"Certainly it would be better if I could ride a horse. So will we practice horseback riding?"

"Yes. I have prepared. Right away, how about it?"

Prepared, did she borrow a horse?

This house has no horses.

"Got it. Wait a little."

I drained the tea in my right hand, put the cup on the table, released my left hand from Helma’s crotch, and grabbed Ilma’s waist with both hands.

Then...

"Hey, Muriel. Can you go ahead?"

As expected it is hard to do with Muriel who is Ilma’s mother watching.

"I understand. I will wait over there."

When Muriel left the living room I moved Ilma up and down violently.

"Hiiiiiii!!!!"

Ilma raised a heartrending voice.

But I came as is and ejaculated into Ilma’s bladder.

"Hyaaaaaaaaa!!!!!"

Ilma raised an even larger scream, convulsed her body largely, and came looking truly good.

"Higi, higi, higi, higi"

Perhaps I did it too violently, even after I pulled my mara out she was still convulsing largely.

She opened and closed her mouth looking pained, and those melted eyes were unfocused but she had not fainted.

I gently lowered Ilma onto the sofa.

Then I kissed Ilma’s lips and raised my underwear and trousers.

This time I removed Helma’s blindfold and also kissed Helma.

"Helma, I leave Ilma to you."

"Hi! Y-yes. Master."

Helma who saw Ilma’s wretched state answered while raising a short small scream yet with a stiff smile.

I entrusted Ilma who had not yet woken from the afterglow of climax to Helma and headed toward Muriel.

...

"..."

I went out to the courtyard with Muriel and my eyes became dots.

In front of me is Sara.

On all fours fully nude.

No, fully nude is wrong in a sense.

She has a saddle on her back, a bridle on her head, and a bit in her mouth.

She also has ears on her head and a tail on her ass.

"...What are you doing, Sara."

"Fu, fuun."

Sara looked up and raised a cry.

"...What cry is fuun."

"She is saying hihiin."

When I asked Muriel she answered.

"...Then what is this?"

This time I asked Muriel.

"A horse."

She answered concisely.

"...Is a real horse no good?"

"If you fall from the horse and get injured what will we do!?"

The instant I asked Muriel closed on me with tremendous vigor.

"I also practiced horseback riding riding a lady-in-waiting’s back when I was a child."

Then she looked far away and spoke memories.

There were a pile of questions in that but I dared to squeeze them to two and asked Muriel.

First one.

"...Did that lady-in-waiting dress like this?"

I said that and pointed at Sara.

"No, she was in everyday clothes."

Again a question welled.

"Then why is Sara dressed like this?"

"I did not want Master to do something you would have a child do."

"..."

My head started getting confused.

Let me organize a little.

Muriel wants me to practice by the method she once practiced.

That I accept.

And that method is likening a person to a horse and riding it.

Here I suddenly tilt my head but... well, let’s continue.

And the reason is if I happen to fall from the horse I will get injured.

That I accept.

And just, that is a practice method children do so she changed it for adults.

Ah. Here the second question of am I a child was solved.

I look at Sara in front of me.

...Certainly it is for adults.

Though the direction is facing the day after tomorrow.

It is packed with places to retort but I did not know where to start retorting so I asked what else I wanted to hear first.

"...Why Sara?"

"Among the Dules the one with strength after me was Sara."

"Will Muriel not do it?"

"I am the most skilled at horsemanship so I will teach."

I see, all of it makes sense.

But something fundamental is different... it should be.

"...After all a horse would be...!"

When I started to say that and looked at Sara she was looking at me with moist teary eyes.

As if saying am I no good.

"N-no, it is not that Sara is bad."

When I tried to make excuses stammering tears spilled from Sara’s eyes.

"......Then shall we start."

"Yes."

"Fufuun."

When I gave in Muriel answered with a smile and Sara neighed.

"Then right away please mount the horse. Please hang your feet here."

As Muriel said I straddled Sara and sat on the saddle.

Then I put my feet in the stirrups.

"Fugu, fuu."

Sara let out rough breaths I cannot tell if serious or acting.

"First look at the horse’s state and if her temper is rough soothe her."

"..."

Is this a rough temper...?

"To soothe, stroking the nape is best."

I stroked Sara’s nape.

"Nfuu."

Then Sara raised a voice looking good.

This girl is getting into character.

"When the horse calms grip the reins and lightly kick the belly with your feet."

"...Like this?"

"Hafun."

When I lightly kicked Sara’s belly... I cannot kick so I kicked her sides with my knees, Sara raised a sexy voice and began advancing forward.

"If you pull the reins with your right hand she goes right."

When I did as Muriel said Sara turned right.

"If you pull with your left hand she goes left."

When I pulled with my left the same way she turned left.

"If you pull with both hands she stops."

Then when I pulled with both hands...

"Higi!"

Sara’s head was forcibly turned up.

"Oi, are you okay?"

"Fu, fuun..."

She answered weakly.

"It is fine. Now next is the trot."

For some reason Muriel answered and prompted to the next.

No, why does Muriel answer?

"...Fuu. You are okay, right? Sara."

"Fu, fuun..."

When I frowned and looked at Muriel and Sara alternately Muriel as if it cannot be helped sighed and asked Sara with a scary smile.

Sara flinched and nodded many times.

"Then next. Please take this."

What Muriel handed over was a riding crop.

"If you tap the horse’s ass weakly with this she will run at a trot."

Humu.

I tapped Sara’s ass with the crop I was given.

"Hyan!"

Sara raised a small scream and began running.

"Master, at a trot move your body up and down... Sara, that is wrong. At a trot there are times both front and back feet do not touch the ground."

She started explaining to me, noticed Sara’s walking is different from a horse’s trot, and cautioned Sara.

"Fu, fuun."

Sara nodded and tried to float her body but it did not go well.

Of course.

Aside from both hands both feet have knees on the ground.

Even if she tries to run with good rhythm she cannot walk.

And I am riding on top so even more so.

"Sara! Run properly!"

Muriel slapped Sara’s ass with her open hand.

"Hyan!"

Sara raised a scream and tried hard to float her body.

But she still cannot do the trot.

"You, do not fool around!"

No, I do not think she is fooling around.

"Muriel, is this not unreasonable after all?"

"My lady-in-waiting was skilled."

"That is because the one riding was a child, right?"

"..."

I said that but Muriel did not look convinced.

"Ah~, Sheena, that looks fun~."

Then Rosina’s voice came from the house.

Looking toward the voice Rosina and Sheena were looking this way from the door.

Rosina ran this way and jumped as is onto my back.

"Fugyan!"

At that instant Sara was crushed.

"Uoi!"

I hurriedly stood and raised Sara.

"Sara! Are you okay!?"

"Kyuu."

Sara was fainted with her eyes spinning.

"Ehehe, failuure~."

Rosina stuck out her tongue looking not sorry.

I removed the bridle, bit, and saddle Sara was wearing and tended her.

"I am sorry, Master."

Muriel apologized with a meek face.

"Why is Muriel apologizing?"

I asked while sending magic power into Sara’s body.

...Today this is the second time I heal Sara.

"Sara was unreasonable. After all I should have become the horse..."

"Ah, no, not there."

Muriel said a mistaken mistake and I retorted.

"I said I wanted to do it."

"No, not that."

Then Sara who came to covered for Muriel and I retorted that too.

What I want to say is that a person being a horse is unreasonable in the first place.

...My head started hurting so I asked something else to another person.

"So why is Rosina here?"

"I cannot be here~?"

Rosina floated a sad expression.

"Originally today was not a day Mother works, but the priestess who was scheduled today took a rest so Mother went out in her place. However that priestess just now went to work so Mother became useless."

Sheena who had come to my side at some point explained in detail in Rosina’s place.

"Useless is harsh~. Ururu."

At that way of saying Rosina clung to Sheena while pretending to cry.

"Thanks."

"You are welcome."

I ignored Rosina and said thanks to Sheena, and Sheena also ignored Rosina and returned it expressionless.

So my horseback riding practice ended with this.