Jefferson was more playing than experimenting. He would beat the egg whites for a while, then mix in some flour, sniff it, and even lick it with his tongue occasionally.
"What are you doing? Baking a cake?"
Miss Monica's voice suddenly came from behind, startling Jefferson. He had no idea how to respond. He certainly couldn't tell her that he couldn't ejaculate and, unable to satisfy that juicing woman, he was trying to come up with a counterfeit solution.
"You don't make cakes like that." Monica couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Jefferson covered in egg whites and flour. She assumed he was trying to use the Knights' ingredients to bake a cake.
As for whom the cake was for, that was anyone's guess—maybe a classmate, his parents, or perhaps Linda. Everyone in the squad knew what happened during yesterday's swordsmanship class.
Previously, everyone treated Jefferson like a child, but ever since Christine helped treat Mona's injury, it was clear that, in some ways, this little guy was already a man.
"Let me teach you." Monica said with a smile.
Jefferson silently stepped aside. Now, even if he didn't want to learn to bake, he had no choice.
He soon discovered that baking a cake was quite interesting. There was a lot of knowledge about how to beat and foam the mixture.
"Your perception is incredibly sharp. It's strange; the technique you're practicing should dull your sensitivity." Monica said in confusion as she observed Jefferson's actions. She quickly noticed that Jefferson was learning fast, especially in grasping the subtle nuances.
This couldn't possibly be natural talent.
Monica suddenly recalled something, and her expression turned serious.
Pulling Jefferson aside to sit face-to-face, Monica asked in a low voice, "You're not practicing the technique we've seen, are you? You're practicing another technique, right?"
Jefferson was startled. He had no idea how Miss Monica figured it out, but he would never admit it.
Seeing Jefferson remain silent, Monica's face grew even more serious. "There's something we all forgot to tell you. For a knight, this should be common knowledge, but you're an exception."
After some thought, Monica decided to be more direct. "The techniques knights practice affect their personalities. Look at Captain Wallis, Nancy, and Michelle; their personalities are clearly influenced by their techniques. My teacher Eileen and I are somewhat better off."
Jefferson was stunned. He had always felt that most of the people in the squad were odd: one was crazy, another promiscuous, one as cold as ice, one cross-dressed, and one was taciturn. It turned out their techniques influenced their behaviors.
"What about Linda and Tina?" Jefferson couldn't help but ask, thinking they were the most abnormal.
"They... have other reasons," Monica didn't elaborate.
Jefferson's face turned grim. He had long suspected something was wrong with the techniques but didn't realize they could influence one's personality. He worried that if he continued practicing, he might turn into a sex maniac.
Honestly, he already felt signs of becoming one. Unfortunately, once on this path, it wasn't easy to stop.
Monica sighed. "Initially, I hoped you'd choose the military's techniques. Their main advantage is minimal side effects and no significant impact on personality. Any technique, when mastered, can be powerful."
However, she knew it was too late to turn back. The best they could do now was damage control.
"I'll talk to Eileen. From tomorrow, during breakfast and dinner preparation, you'll follow me. My technique has a calming effect on the mind. Though I can't teach you the core parts, I can show you some techniques." Monica said.
Jefferson didn't mind learning more, but he found it odd. "What does preparing meals have to do with techniques?"
"The technique I practice focuses on the use of perception, which is most useful and frequently applied not on the battlefield, but here." Monica pointed to the kitchen.
As winter approached, the weather grew colder, but the annoying rain ceased.
During this time, Jefferson's strength continued to grow rapidly. He no longer had to worry about lacking life steal energy from women. Every week, he would secretly spend a night in Linda's room.
He had mixed feelings towards Linda, both love and hate.
Linda started out desperately trying to squeeze the cum out of him, and after several tries, gave up when she realized he couldn't cum at all.
"There's no way around it, but it's for the best." Linda's words were tinged with a hint of helplessness and an equal amount of elation.
From that point on, Linda played with even more frenzy and lack of restraint.
Jefferson couldn't cum without his cock going weak, could make love to her all night long, and could try all sorts of exciting ways to play.
It was in that room that Jefferson learned that the woman's body can be used for thrusting, in addition to the pussy and mouth, and that hole in the back, the three kinds of play, anal sex is undoubtedly the most exciting.
There are many more exciting ways to play than anal sex, once Linda tied herself up and gave him a fuck, it was definitely the most enjoyable time he had ever played.
Jefferson does not have only one woman, Linda. during this period of time he has also made love with Ms. Michelle a few times. Michelle is a childish temperament, dare to try anything, but as long as she feels uncomfortable, she will refuse to use that way, for example, she refused to use oral sex sex way sex, also refused to play the bondage game, Jefferson is very helpless about this. helpless.
With two women providing life energy, Jefferson's strength naturally grew rapidly.
This is both a good thing and a bad thing. As his fighting breath deepened, his desire also grew stronger. Sometimes, when sparring with his master, Miss Eileen, an intense desire would unconsciously flare up in his eyes. Naturally, the master's staff became exceptionally fast and tricky, and the force of her strikes on his body became increasingly heavy.
However, what troubled Jefferson the most was that he didn't dare stay at home for long.
At home, the trouble was even greater than in the camp.
Ever since there had been three women at home, conversations about women had increased. When these women got engrossed in their discussions, they simply treated him as if he were invisible.
This didn't seem to be just a problem in their family. During the war, all the men were enlisted, leaving only women at home, and with no entertainment, women naturally became more open. Even those few conservative female teachers at school had become fashionable, and even The Golden Phoenix Club was no longer as "boys keep out" as it used to be.
Returning home slightly earlier than usual, Jefferson, carrying his backpack, immediately saw his mother, Janice, and his cousin sitting by the bed, all wearing thin, sexy lingerie. The bed was scattered with seven or eight sets, and the fitting mirror had been moved to the bedside.
Jefferson's throat immediately felt dry, and his penis reacted strongly.
Seeing her son come in, his mother showed a hint of shyness, but it was obviously too late to get dressed now.
"Why are you home so early today?" his mother asked casually. "You must be tired. Go to your room and rest for a while."
Jefferson, looking for an excuse, quickly went up to the attic at his mother's suggestion. As soon as he got up there, he heard another round of light giggles from below, followed by the murmurs of women's conversation.
It was impossible not to be tempted. Jefferson secretly opened a crack in the door.
The three women below had no intention of getting dressed. He saw them wearing those sexy lingerie, whispering and laughing together.
Jefferson then realized that his mother was actually quite beautiful, something he had never noticed before.
As sisters, his mother and Janice looked very similar. Both had brown, slightly wavy hair, the same sharp chins, and long, slender eyes. Although his mother lacked a bit of Janice's charisma, she was slightly more attractive in appearance because Janice had a somewhat rigid demeanor.
he never noticed his mother's beauty before, perhaps because he was too familiar with her. When someone is too familiar, it's easy to overlook them. Besides, his mother didn't know how to dress up.