Shirakami did his best not to make it look like he was enjoying it, but it was more or less a futile effort as the white wolf happily licked his superior's gorgeous cock, lathering it up with saliva and playing with his foreskin. Tetsuhara was still upset at Shirakami for his poor sword skills, but he had to it the wolf was quite good with his tongue. Shirakami modestly licked and suckled on the warlord's firm length, causing it to leak considerably.

Tetsuhara hadn't realized how pent up he had been until now, and felt his climax quickly approaching. Panting from pleasure, he tried to warn the white wolf that it was coming but only managed to utter a few syllables before a small flood of cum burst from the tip of his throbbing dick. Shirakami's eyes went wide as it shot onto his tongue, then relaxed and even smiled a bit as he savored the taste of the warlord's seed.

It was such an embarrassing situation, orally servicing Lord Tetsuhara of all people in the open air of the training grounds. Luckily no one was around at this hour, or else there would definitely need to be some explaining done. But Shirakami couldn't care less as his master came more and more onto his wet tongue. He was happy if Tetsuhara was happy, and his cock said it all. Shirakami gleefully lapped up all of the cum, then cleaned off Tetsuhara's penis with a few more licks before getting back onto his feet.

Disappointed that it was already over, Shirakami picked up his sword again and stood with his erection still at full mast. Tetsuhara scratched his chin, realizing that Shirakami very clearly saw the fellatio as a treat rather than a punishment. Perhaps he needed encouragement rather than discipline, he thought. The warlord changed the stakes- if Shirakami could finally beat him in combat, he would do what Shirakami had just done for him. The white wolf's ears perked up in excitement.

On that day, Shirakami became one of the greatest swordsmen the land had ever known.