Chapter 7

Dante sighed briefly as he looked at her wide eyes.

“It’s just… This is my first time, so I might not be good at it.”

“…What?”

“Unlike some people, I’ve never even dated. I’ll just try to match you, so if there’s something you want, tell me.”

“I’m… hngh, a first-timer too…”

Chloe managed to get the words out, and Dante’s hand stopped. He looked a bit flustered. When the caressing stopped, Chloe rubbed her thighs impatiently. Dante finally came to his senses and started licking her inner thighs slowly.

“Hngh, ahh…”

“You didn’t do this with those guys?”

“Who…? Hngh.”

When his finger moved up from her entrance, Chloe flinched in surprise. Above her parted folds, a wet nub stood out. Dante’s finger, slick with fl*ids, rubbed it and Chloe squirmed like a fish out of water.

“Ah, hngh, w-wait…”

“Callis, Leon, Lute, Shen, Pierre—those guys.”

Dante casually listed Chloe’s former lovers. He seemed to remember names Chloe herself barely recalled.

“N-No, I didn’t… Hnnn…!”

“Really?”

For a moment, Dante’s lips seemed to curl in a smile, and Chloe doubted her own eyes. But when she saw his lips pressed tightly together again, she thought maybe she’d imagined it. Dante’s hand paused briefly.

“Then I’ll just try whatever, so if it’s not right, tell me.”

“Okay, mm…”

Chloe nodded quickly. Dante then grabbed her thighs and spread them wide. Chloe screamed briefly, but he didn’t care.

Between her spread legs, her messy, wet folds were revealed. Her tangled pubic hair was hardly recognizable, and the fl*ids ran down to her buttocks. Dante looked at the obscene sight and swallowed dryly, then lowered his head.

“D-D-Dante!”

Chloe struggled, but Dante’s lips reached her entrance faster. The sounds of sucking and slurping were vivid. She felt so embarrassed she wanted to cover her face, but at the same time, she felt a lewd desire to see Dante with his face buried between her legs. Chloe bowed her head, half-covering her face. Dante deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked her folds.

“Hngh…!”

Chloe arched her back and moaned. Seeing his lips glisten with her fl*ids made her face burn. Dante moved his lips and tongue as if determined to lap up every drop.

Chloe covered her mouth and watched Dante. She saw his tousled blonde hair and flushed cheeks, and even her own fl*ids smeared on his face. The fact that Dante, who’d always ignored whoever she met, was now diligently licking between her legs gave her a strange sense of guilt.

Then Dante’s lips closed around her swollen nub.

“W-Wait… Hnnn…!”

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Chloe panicked and struggled. But she couldn’t escape his firm grip. Guilt and shame evaporated, leaving only pleasure.

“Ah, hngh, ahh…!”

The harder Chloe thrashed, the wider her thighs spread. Dante buried his face between them, moving his lips and tongue greedily. It was a wickedly obscene sight, but Chloe had no time to watch. Her vision flashed, and her tightly gripped thighs trembled. The sheets grew wet as fl*ids poured out.

“Haa, haah…”

Chloe caught her breath slowly. Her head spun from her first cl*max. Dante watched her panting subside, then turned his head sharply.

“…That’s enough, right?”

“Huh?”

Chloe looked at Dante with a blank face. Dante couldn’t bear to look at her flushed face for long and turned away. He acted as if it was over, pulling the blanket to cover her body.

‘What? Is it over? Already? Why?’

‘He’d acted like he was going to do it. Undressed and everything! He’d gotten my hopes up, and now it was over? Who decided that?’

Did he change his mind midway? Or was he nervous because it was his first time? Either way, it didn’t matter to Chloe. What mattered was that Dante was no longer looking at her.

“Just close your eyes for a bit… Ugh!”

A strong tug sent Dante’s body toppling to the side. Only after hearing the thud did Dante realize Chloe had pulled him onto the bed. Chloe climbed onto his stomach in her fluster.

“Chloe…”

“What do you mean, ‘that’s enough’?”

Chloe took a deep breath and exhaled. Her shoulders shook violently, as if the afterglow of pleasure hadn’t faded. She could feel the firm curves of muscle against her damp lower body. She was on top of Dante. Dante was pinned beneath her. Just that fact made her lips dry and her heart pound.

“It’s not… over yet.”

She climbed on confidently, but in truth, she didn’t know what to do next. Chloe swallowed nervously and grabbed Dante’s chest. The moment her palm touched his skin, it twitched briefly before hardening like stone. Chloe, as if entranced, explored his body further. Broad shoulders, chest, even his abdomen slick with her fl*ids. Dante didn’t push her away, only flinched.

‘Cute…’

Chloe swallowed again, seeing Dante’s flushed earlobe. Was he ticklish? Embarrassed? Enjoying it? Whatever the reason, seeing Dante react to her touch made her feel thrilled and excited.

Her hand, which had been exploring his muscles, now grabbed his pants. When she unbuttoned them, Dante’s body jerked. He quickly sat up and grabbed Chloe’s wrist.

“…No.”

“Yes.”

Chloe answered like someone half out of her mind. She really was a bit out of it. She’d touched his upper body, so why not his lower body? She felt she had to confirm what was inside, what it looked like. Dante hurriedly grabbed her hand as she reached for his pants again.

“If you undo this, you can’t go back.”

“And right now, you can?”

When Chloe retorted, Dante closed his mouth, seeming at a loss for words. Chloe didn’t wait for an answer, pulling him in for a kiss. As Dante responded, she groped his pants again. Even as he moved his tongue, he held her hand firmly, as if to say no. With both hands restrained, Chloe broke the kiss.

“You’re already hard. Why act coy?”

She tapped his bulging front with her knee, and Dante’s face twisted slightly. Chloe struggled to free her hands from his grip, while her knee slowly stroked his swollen groin. Dante twisted his body.

“It… it happens when I wake up in the morning, too.”

“But it’s not morning now.”

“…”

“Are you excited or not?”

At Chloe’s pressing words, Dante stayed silent, squeezed his eyes shut, then turned his head sharply. Chloe’s lips curled in a crooked smile.

“Dante.”

“…Don’t laugh.”

“You always say my smile is pretty.”

“What’s the point of being pretty right now?”

“You know.”

Chloe pulled Dante’s hand and placed it on her chest. Though he’d kneaded and sucked on them so much earlier, Dante’s hand was now completely stiff. Chloe pushed his hand away and leaned forward, grabbing both his pants and drawers and pulling them down together.

Smack.

Just as Dante was about to stop her in shock, a sudden sound made them both freeze. Was it because her face was too close to his pants? As she pulled down his clothes, his member sprang out and struck Chloe’s jaw.

“…….”

“…….”

Silence hung in the air. Dante and Chloe blinked stupidly like broken dolls. Dante was the first to come to his senses.

“Are… are you okay?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah, I’m, I’m fine. Um…”

Dante quickly checked Chloe’s jaw, but Chloe, her eyes wide, just stared at what had hit her. 

‘What is this? Why does he have something like this between his legs? Why is it so…’

The fact that she’d been hit out of nowhere didn’t matter. Wasn’t it her fault for getting her face so close? What mattered was the enormous thing between Dante’s legs.

‘Had I called Dante cute earlier when he reacted to my touch?’

Chloe shook her head as she wiped the fl*id from her jaw. She took back the word “cute.”

His member, with its tip wet, was a pink that matched his white skin, but it was so thick it couldn’t be grasped with one hand, and the veins stood out vividly. Its length was more than a handspan; if pressed to his belly, it would cover his navel. And it was leaking so much fl*id…

Chloe swallowed nervously, her fingers twitching. She wanted to touch it. Stroke it. Tap it with her fingertips. With a flushed face, she glanced at Dante, then carefully reached out. She pressed down on the stiff member, and just like when it hit her jaw, it bounced up. The thick shaft bobbed slowly up and down.

“…What are you doing?”

“Huh? Uh?”

Unable to watch any longer, Dante spoke up, and Chloe finally looked up. Her gaze kept shifting between Dante’s member and his face.

“I asked what you’re doing.”

Dante’s voice was stiff. She was a bit nervous at that, but what came out of her mouth was something else.

“Can… can I touch it?”

“…….”

“You… touched me.”

Chloe quietly reached out again. Dante flinched but didn’t push her away. Chloe stroked the leaking tip with her palm and rubbed the wet shaft up and down.

Whenever she glanced up, she saw Dante hiding his face, letting out short sighs. Each time she saw his brows furrow through her fingers, a sense of satisfaction filled her.