The sweet aroma reminded him of ripe, juicy peaches, rich and tantalising. As Kashan buried his face in her supple br*ast, the faint scent of Seria’s milk filled his lungs, intoxicating and raw. He pressed his lips to her velvety skin and took a soft bite, as if tasting a forbidden fruit.

Inwardly, he prayed – prayed that tonight would not be the last night he could spend with her. Though he had never believed in gods, in this fleeting moment he found himself grasping for something to hold onto.

The sweet, creamy taste of her milk spilled over his tongue as his lips locked onto her taut n*pple. With each draw of his mouth, more of the warm liquid flowed, increasing in abundance as his lips sucked greedily.

“Ahh…”

Whether it was the warmth of Kashan’s body pressed close to hers, or her own reaction, Seria shifted slightly in her sleep, breathing shallowly. Her once pale cheeks now bore a faint flush, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

To Kashan, even this sight was not distasteful – it was utterly endearing. His thoughts filled with affection as he grasped her supple br*ast, the soft flesh yielding easily to his touch as he kneaded it repeatedly with deliberate firmness.

Like a child seeking its mother’s milk, his lips tugged and nibbled at her sensitive n*pple, his movements unrestrained and fervent. He explored her full curves, his hands wandering to the underside of her br*asts, squeezing and releasing the soft flesh as if to commit every sensation to memory.

Kashan’s large, firm hands claimed each of her br*asts, kneading them with unbridled intensity, his desires laid bare. Each squeeze sent the creamy flesh spilling between his fingers, the soft mounds deforming and bouncing back, creating a lewd, tantalising sight.

The dishevelled state of her br*asts, marked by his rough handling, was so lascivious that a throbbing pain stirred deep within him.

Breathing heavily, Kashan pressed his swollen p*nis against Seria’s thigh, the taut skin brushing and sliding against her as he moved, his *rousal unmistakable.

Unlike his rigid, veined p*nis, which had a rough, almost grotesque texture, Seria’s thigh was soft and smooth, a stark contrast that heightened his awareness of her delicate form. He rubbed his heated p*nis against her soft skin, pulling her sleeping body even closer into his embrace, as if he wanted to merge with her completely.

And yet, no matter how tightly he held her, no matter how fervently he kissed and nursed her body, an unshakable emptiness remained within him.

It was as if a heavy stone had settled in his chest, refusing to budge despite his efforts to quench the unquenchable thirst that clawed at him.

Even though Seria was right in front of him, Kashan couldn’t shake the feeling that she might slip away, like sand through his fingers. The more this fear consumed him, the more fervently he explored her body, as if trying to anchor her to himself.

He gripped her rounded br*asts tightly, kneading them desperately, drawing streams of milk that he eagerly sucked down. His p*nis, hot and throbbing, pressed insistently between her slender thighs, seeking relief as he moved against her.

“Mm… ah…”

Kashan’s actions grew bolder as he boldly parted Seria’s folds, revealing the hidden, glistening pink of her inner walls. The sight greeted him with an almost irresistible allure.

Her swollen cl*t and slippery, inviting entrance seemed so sweet and tantalising that he felt an overwhelming urge to taste her.

The trickle of her love juices oozing from her slightly twitching orifice looked to Kashan like nectar ready to be savoured.

Kashan allowed the honeyed essence of her love juices to coat his fingers before running his tongue over them on a whim.

As expected, a faint sweetness lingered on his tongue, igniting his senses. Overcome by an uncontrollable impulse, he buried his face between Seria’s thighs, his tongue lapping eagerly at her slick folds.

“Hnn… ahh!”

The sudden sensation jolted Seria’s body awake. Though her mind seemed fuzzy, her hips instinctively arched and she began to stir, trying to get out of bed.

“Wh-who… who’s there?”

Seria stammered, her voice trembling with fear. Kashan leaned closer, his tone soothing, almost as if reassuring a frightened child.

“Shh, it’s all right, Seria. It’s me, Kashan.”

“K-Kashan? When did you get here?”

“Just now.”

His tongue flicked greedily around her entrance, circling her swollen cl*t with relentless intent.

The sensitive nub, already aroused, throbbed under his attention as his hot, slick tongue swirled around it with practiced precision. Occasionally he dipped lower, teasing the edges of her entrance with shallow licks and probes, drawing out more of her essence.

Like a starving beast, Kashan devoured her with fervour.

Her delicate folds were pressed and rubbed, his soft lips crushing her cl*t in rhythmic, intoxicating waves of pleasure. Every flick and suck created an intense, overwhelming sensation that left no room for thought.

The sensations were overwhelming for Seria, who had only just woken up.

“Ahh… hnn… haah…”

Caught between lingering drowsiness and the pleasure that washed over her, Seria found herself unable to gather her thoughts.

She was helpless against the flood of intense sensations that washed over her, her body reacting instinctively.

‘It feels so good…’

For a fleeting moment, an unwelcome thought crossed Seria’s mind.

‘Maybe my parents were right… that I am just… a shameless woman?’

Was that why she felt such pleasure even when she spread her legs for a man?

The guilt pricked her conscience and weighed heavily on her fragile sense of self. But Seria chose not to dwell on it. She chose instead to surrender, to let the relentless waves of pleasure carry her away, to ignore the weight of her thoughts.

The wet sounds of Seria’s slick folds echoed lewdly around the room.

“Seria…”

“Ahh… hnn… y-yes? What… ugh…”

Kashan spoke, his tone unexpectedly calm and dry, completely at odds with the situation.

“We have to go somewhere early tomorrow.”

“W-where…?”

Seria asked, her voice breathless and tinged with confusion, unable to hide her bewilderment at his sudden shift in focus.

Kashan could not bring himself to tell Seria the truth. He was afraid to see her face light up with joy at the news that her father might have come looking for her.

“You’ve been leaking so much, both up and down,” he said with a faint, teasing grin. “I thought it might be a good idea to see a doctor.”

Kashan laughed softly, masking his lie with a touch of humour. His large hand gripped her swollen br*ast, kneading it with deliberate intensity. Meanwhile, his lips remained pressed against her slick folds, their warmth teasing her sensitive flesh with relentless attention.

The mention of a doctor stirred old memories in Seria.

‘My parents never called for a doctor for me…’