Chapter 8

‘What would it feel like inside? If he thr*st deep into me with this…’

Just because she had no experience didn’t mean she lacked desire. She’d heard plenty of talk about how bigger and harder was better, how it could make your mind go blank and your body float. Chloe kept thinking of those stories as she continued to knead his swollen member. With each movement, the thin skin slid up and down, covering and revealing the tip.

“Dante.”

“…….”

“Hm? Dante.”

She called twice, but Dante still didn’t answer. It was as if he knew what she wanted. Regardless, Chloe squeezed his shaft and looked at him. She wanted to try it. She wanted to put it in. Just as she opened her mouth to say so, the member in her grip suddenly twitched.

“Huh…?”

From the tip, which had been leaking clear fl*id, a milky liquid spurted out. Chloe knew what it was. She’d never seen it in person, but she’d learned all about it from the academy’s excellent education and the racy novels in the library.

“Did you… c*m?”

‘Already? So easily?’ 

She left the rest unsaid, but Dante clearly understood.

“…Like I said before, Chloe. This is my first time.”

Dante looked extremely embarrassed. Chloe nodded slowly, scratching her cheek awkwardly. She felt oddly proud and amazed that she’d made Dante, who always ignored her other relationships, reach cl*max, but she was also a little disappointed it ended so quickly.

‘Could he get hard again?’ 

No, she’d heard it was hard to get hard again right after. Chloe clicked her tongue in disappointment and glanced at his flushed face.

“It’s always like this the first time, right? So it’s not that you finished especially quickly… Ah!”

Chloe didn’t finish her sentence, jumping in surprise as Dante suddenly reached between her legs. As his fingers rubbed her slick folds, Chloe clung to his neck.

“Hnn… Da-Dante.”

“It’s natural to be sensitive when it’s the first time someone else touches you.”

Dante’s voice was a bit curt, but seeing his flushed earlobes, he didn’t seem angry. He pulled Chloe close with one arm and rubbed her wet lower lips with the other.

“Hngh, ah…”

“See, you’re the same. So wet like this.”

“I, it’s because of the potion… Ah!”

His straight fingers rubbed her parted folds and circled her nub. Her body, still not recovered from earlier, kept leaking fl*id. Dante stroked her, then gently pushed a finger inside. Chloe clung to him in shock but didn’t push him away.

“If it hurts, tell me.”

Chloe quickly nodded. She’d never had anything inside her before, and now his finger was sliding in. It was just one finger, but Chloe gasped without meaning to. When his finger wriggled at her entrance, the unfamiliar sensation made her body flinch.

“Relax, breathe.”

“Mm…”

Chloe finally exhaled the breath she’d been holding. His finger sank deeper. The feeling was still strange, but her soaked lower body welcomed even that unfamiliarity. Wet sounds echoed lewdly as his bent finger moved in and out.

As Chloe got used to the sensation, Dante added another finger. Chloe took a deep breath again, but adapted much faster than before. With each adjustment, another finger joined.

Two, three, four. As his fingers pressed along her walls, her fl*ids trickled down her thighs. Whether it was the potion or her naturally sensitive body, even with four fingers moving at once, she felt only a slight pressure, not pain.

Chloe panted, looking down. Dante’s member, which had gone limp after cl*max, was now stiff and leaking again.

“Did you… hngh, did you get hard again?”

“…Yeah.”

Dante hesitated a bit but nodded. He kept caressing her with his fingers. As he moved his hand, his arm muscles tensed. Chloe stroked his bulging forearm and asked,

“While touching me?”

She already knew the answer. The fact that Dante was aroused by her made her heart flutter, but knowing it wasn’t out of love made her a little sad. Dante kissed her silently. Though they’d kissed several times already, it was something she’d always wanted, and it tasted sweet.

“Do it, Dante.”

Chloe whispered softly. Dante still didn’t smile, but slowly nodded. Chloe watched blankly as he swallowed the potion on the tray.

Dante grabbed Chloe’s thighs and spread them again. Her inner thighs were slick with fl*ids. Gripping his hard member, he slowly rubbed it against her wet entrance. When the blunt tip touched her opening, Chloe squirmed lightly.

“Hngh, mm… hurry.”

Her nasal plea made Dante inhale gently. He carefully began to push himself into her loosened folds.

“Huff… ahh…”

As the large, club-like thing entered slowly, the pressure was incomparable to his fingers. Chloe swallowed again. She inhaled deeply, exhaled in short bursts, then inhaled and exhaled longer.

Dante waited for her to adjust, kissing her face or stroking her belly. With each steady breath, Dante pressed in a little more.

“You’re so tight.”

At his sigh, Chloe opened her tightly shut eyes. His face, twisted in pleasure, was right there.

“Relax a little, Chloe. Okay?”

“I-I can’t. I can’t… hngh!”

“Just a bit. Try to relax.”

His hand on her face was so gentle. Every time she saw his usual smile, her heart melted, feeling like she was seeing the Dante she knew.

“It’s okay, Chloe. Almost all the way in.”

Dante sighed for the umpteenth time and whispered softly. Chloe slowly looked down. Contrary to his words, the thick shaft wasn’t fully inside. Maybe only halfway.

“Ah, it’s only halfway… not all the way in.”

“They say starting is half the battle. So if it’s halfway in, it’s basically all the way.”

Dante replied with a wry smile. Chloe wanted to smile back, but she had no room to do so. Even halfway in, she felt completely filled.

“Does it hurt?”

Dante stroked her lower belly. His gentle touch relaxed her tense body again. Chloe nodded slightly. Her insides felt tight and hot, but it wasn’t as painful as she’d expected.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“The potion must be strong.”

Dante pulled his hips back a bit, then pushed in deeper. The pressure made Chloe hold her breath briefly.

“What would you have done if I’d taken the potion?”

It sounded like a scolding, but Dante’s voice was as gentle as ever. Chloe bowed her head like someone guilty.

“Sorry, I didn’t know it would be… this kind of potion… Ah!”

Dante thr*st suddenly, making Chloe’s head snap back. Did it hurt a little? No, it didn’t really hurt. She thought she was already full, but it was surprising how much deeper he could go.

“Hngh, ah, wait…”

“It’s really all the way in now.”

Dante exhaled heavily. He reached up and wiped away her tears.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. I don’t…”

Was she okay? Was she not? Chloe couldn’t think. All her attention was on the fullness inside her. Just enduring it was overwhelming.

Dante kissed her palms and the backs of her hands, then pulled his hips back a little. As he withdrew, the pressure inside faded slowly. Then, again—thud.

At the hard thr*st, Chloe cried out briefly. Dante looked a bit surprised, but seeing she wasn’t in pain, he smiled gently. Chloe looked at him with a face on the verge of tears. Despite her wet eyes, her cheeks were flushed with pleasure. Dante watched her face and slowly moved his hips.

With his slow movements, the pressure that was neither pain nor pleasure gradually became familiar. A strange sensation began to bloom there. Chloe gripped the pillowcase, panting. Each time the large shaft hit deep inside, she couldn’t help but m*an.

“Hngh, mm, ngh…”

Their wet bodies met and separated with sticky sounds. Low m*ans and sighs tickled her ears. Dante’s thr*sts grew faster. Chloe’s body twisted harder, and her grip on the pillowcase tightened. The pleasure stacked up, ruthlessly filling her insides. Chloe’s back arched sharply.

“Ahh…!”

Her vision flashed white, and her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Pleasure filled her head, leaving her unable to think. She was just hot, overwhelmed, and a little scared. As her walls contracted tightly, Dante couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled out. White s*men splattered onto the sheets.

“Haa, ahh…”

Chloe looked at Dante with a dazed face. Dante quickly hugged her and kissed her face. Their sweaty bodies embraced, breathing slowly. The tip of his member, now finished, dripped more onto Chloe’s belly.

“…Are you okay?”

“…….”

“Chloe…?”

“…….”

“Are you asleep?”

Dante looked up. Chloe’s arm, which had been around his neck, dropped onto the bed. Dante watched her quietly closed eyes and limp body, then let out a hollow laugh.

“She’s… asleep.”

Chloe didn’t move at all, fast asleep. Each time she exhaled, a raspy sound came from her throat. Dante smiled bitterly and got up. He took a handkerchief from the drawer and carefully wiped the s*men from her belly and soaked thighs. When the cloth touched her sensitive area, Chloe flinched briefly, but she didn’t wake.

Dante tucked her messy hair behind her ear with a regretful face. He kissed her forehead and cheek, hesitated, then gave her lips a brief kiss.

“…Good night.”

Maybe she understood, because Chloe murmured, “Mm.” Dante smiled silently and covered her with a blanket.

* * *

Chloe woke up before dawn. As she came to, she blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling. Was the bed softer, the blanket’s texture different? Chloe slowly turned her head and, seeing Dante lying beside her, jumped up in shock. Pain spread through her whole body, and she couldn’t help but m*an.

“Ah, ugh…”

It felt as if Chloe’s body had been beaten all night; aches throbbed everywhere. She rubbed her waist and looked around. The bed was wide and soft, much like her family home, but the furniture and wallpaper were different, and beside her, Dante was sleeping soundly. Then, memories of the previous day began to resurface…

“…This is insane.”

Chloe covered her mouth and muttered. She felt like screaming into her blanket at any moment.

What had she done? Chacha had accidentally given her a strange potion, she’d tried to slip it into Dante’s teacup but got caught, then after drinking it herself, she’d begged Dante to do things to her, climbed on top, touched his body, and even went as far as pulling down his pants…

Chloe silently screamed into her hands. If only she could, she’d bite her tongue and die right now. This was a dream. It had to be a dream. She tried to deny reality, but unfortunately, she was n*ked and her body was marked with evidence from the night before.

“…….”

She’d slept with Dante. They’d had s*x. She’d begged and insisted, even when he shook his head. As Chloe squirmed and covered her mouth, Dante, who was sleeping facing her, frowned faintly and turned his body toward the ceiling. When he lay on his back, Chloe swallowed. What had been inside her last night was now standing tall under the thin blanket.

Chloe stared at the high peak in the blanket. That had thr*st so deeply inside her. Something so large, so unlike his noble face, had filled her up completely. Honestly, aside from the embarrassment, it had felt good. So good that she wanted to try again before biting her tongue and dying…

‘This is really insane.’

After showing such disgrace, she wasn’t even thinking about cleaning up, just having lewd thoughts first thing in the morning. 

‘Was this still the potion’s effect? It must be.’ 

Chloe realized her lower body was slick again and messed up her hair in self-reproach.

Chloe slowly got up. Her whole body screamed as her feet touched the floor, but she couldn’t stay in bed or she’d lose her mind again.

‘I should just go back to the dormitory.’

She needed to hide somewhere alone until Chacha returned. Or at least until the potion’s effects wore off. Once she was clear-headed, she’d apologize to Dante properly…

Chloe started putting on her neatly folded clothes. Her underwear, stiff with dried fl*ids, felt gross, so she stuffed it carelessly into her pocket. Dante, sound asleep, didn’t wake as she left the room.