Chapter 11

Hazel continued to trace Kaiden’s abdomen and sides, expressing her desire to remove his pants.

“Hazel.”

“I’m just curious. Normally, people say it hurts so much that they can barely walk.”

“For now, take your hands off me. Who told you such things?”

Kaiden gently grasped Hazel’s wrist and placed it on his thigh.

“Here and there. So, are you really not in pain, Your Grace? Or is it different for everyone?”

Hazel thought to herself how mysterious men’s bodies were. Since he said he was fine, she felt embarrassed to push further and raised her hand to button his shirt. Just then, a deep sigh escaped above her head.

“Ha… It’s no different. All men are the same.”

“Really?”

“…Yeah, there’s no need to ask anyone else.”

“Then, since it must hurt, shouldn’t we take care of it quickly? Other men say it’s always like that. Isn’t it the same for you, Your Grace?”

Her glances, cast hesitantly, made Kaiden think that if he didn’t show her, she might ask about or even look at another man’s arousal. He couldn’t bear the thought of what indecent things other men might do to Hazel.

Driven by that thought, Kaiden grimly unfastened his belt. No matter how he looked at it, it was better for her to see him than some random men of questionable hygiene.

As his pants and underwear slid halfway down his thighs, his er*ect p*nis, veins bulging, stood upright, reaching his navel.

“Those veins look painful. Can I touch it?”

Hazel frowned as she questioned whether it was truly fine for something so swollen and bumpy. She wrapped her hand around the stiff shaft, her cool palm causing it to twitch violently up and down.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“I heard that releasing it by ej*culation makes it better. Is that true?”

“Who on earth told you that?”

“Just… someone.”

Unable to reveal her source, Hazel used her thumb to circle the prec*m gathered at the tip and slowly moved her hand up and down the shaft. The fluid trickled down the shaft, pooling wetly beneath her palm.

“Hazel, I didn’t give you permission to touch.”

“You don’t seem like you can walk in this state.”

“It’s not that bad… Ugh.”

As her hand slid from the base to the tip, Kaiden’s hips tensed like stone. Hazel cupped her hands to form a circle, moving them rhythmically up and down.

Kaiden clenched his jaw so hard it ached, fearing that if he told her to stop, an embarrassing moan might escape his lips.

Every time his p*nis was stroked upward, his mind and body sank deeper into arousal. The fact that it was Hazel doing this both tormented and comforted him.

The torment stemmed from her being Evan’s younger sister, while the comfort came from knowing it was Hazel touching him and not another man.

Though his emotions were conflicted, the arousal steadily built up. The glossy head of his p*nis slipped out of her small grasp, only to be swallowed back in again.

prec*m dripped steadily from the tiny opening at the tip, soaking Hazel’s hand and glistening as it seeped between her fingers.

Instinctively, the image of Hazel from that night flashed before Kaiden’s eyes.

“Ha.”

Kaiden’s expression grew increasingly disheveled, and his once-rigid posture began to waver. Sensing that he was on the verge of climaxing embarrassingly, he stopped Hazel’s hands from moving.

“Isn’t this enough?”

“But can’t I do it just a little longer?”

Hazel struggled to move her hands, reluctant to stop, but Kaiden didn’t budge. His still-throbbing er*ction continued to leak slippery fluid, and the rounded tip, swollen red from friction, twitched as though it might release any moment. Yet, Kaiden insisted they stop, which Hazel found unfair.

“Hazel.”

At the sound of her name spoken in a low, hoarse voice, a trickle of fluid seeped from her own body. Ever since she had touched Kaiden’s waist earlier, her sensitive flesh had been trembling and soaking her undergarments.

She wondered how it would feel to be touched directly, considering how wet she had become just from touching him. She had always been too scared to try it herself, even when reading er*tic books.

Her lower body felt too delicate and hidden, but she thought Kaiden might know more than her since he was so knowledgeable. She also felt a strange sense of reassurance that if it hurt or felt unpleasant, he would comfort her.

If it was Kaiden, she thought, it might be okay.

“Well… Your Grace.”

“Yes, Hazel.”

“I feel strange down there too. Can you check for me?”

Hazel lifted her dress and guided Kaiden’s hand.

“Hazel? Are you in pain?”

“Since earlier, it’s been tingling and itching… it’s getting weirder.”

Her slightly embarrassed request caused Kaiden to take a deep breath before exhaling slowly. Though he knew it was an obvious ploy, the thought of Hazel asking another man for such a favor made it impossible for him to refuse.

“Never ask anyone else for something like this. Got it? If it hurts, you come to me first, okay?”

Kaiden grabbed Hazel’s waist and lifted her onto his thigh.

He spread his legs slightly and raised her dress. The sudden action startled her, and her pink, sensitive entrance fluttered in surprise.

Kaiden pulled her closer so he could see better, revealing the transparent moisture that made the soft reddish flesh glisten. Her small opening puckered as though breathing, and her panties clung and shifted with each movement.

It seemed that the tingling sensation Hazel described was arousal, but seeing her directly, Kaiden found himself instinctively pulling aside her damp underwear. Her moist, glistening red flesh came into view.

“Haa…”

Hazel shuddered slightly as the cool air brushed against her, her shoulders trembling. Kaiden pushed her panties aside and stared intently, unable to blink.

Between the pink folds that resembled delicate wings, droplets of clear fluid gathered like nectar. Hazel, feeling ticklish, shifted her hips, pressing her soft flesh against Kaiden’s fingers.

The sticky, yielding sensation made Kaiden’s er*ction throb even harder.

“It looks fine from what I can see…”

Kaiden swallowed the words he wanted to say, asking if he could touch her to confirm. As he slowly regained his composure, Hazel grabbed his wrist.

“Your Grace, stop just looking and check inside too…”

The sight of her spread thighs and the damp underwear clinging to her most private area embarrassed Hazel. She urged Kaiden to touch her, pulling his hand closer.

When his firm fingers brushed against the damp hair below, Hazel flinched, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Mm…”

As her small moan escaped, Kaiden’s hesitant fingers carefully slid along the parted folds. His large hand, warm and gentle, felt unbearably hot as it explored her soft, trembling flesh.

Hazel had never touched herself before, finding it too embarrassing, so she didn’t know if it was normal to feel her whole body tense and tremble like this.

Kaiden stroked her soft mound lightly, then pressed gently against the swollen flesh, causing her entrance to ripple in surprise. Her lower body twitched involuntarily, opening and closing.

“Ah…”

“Does it hurt? Is this the spot that feels itchy?”

His trembling fingers moved cautiously, afraid of causing any harm.

“It’s fine. But could you go deeper…?”

When Hazel nodded, Kaiden’s fingers, which had been lingering near the entrance, began to delve deeper. His movements, initially hesitant, grew bolder as he slid beneath her damp underwear. As his fingers entered, her soft flesh quivered and clung to him.

When his fingertips grazed a certain spot inside, Hazel’s body jerked slightly, releasing a small, startled moan.

“Mm… Ah!”

Though she bit her lips to stifle her voice, soft cries escaped, prompting her to cover her mouth with her hands.

Kaiden reassured her with a hand on her back as he slowly withdrew his finger, which was coated with her fluids. Her entrance, now empty, tightened again.

“Should I stop?”

“No… Ah… It’s fine.”

Between their awkwardly pressed bodies, Kaiden’s still-er*ect shaft was visible. Embarrassed by her own moans, Hazel grabbed it, her hand trembling slightly. The small opening at its tip leaked fluid as it twitched.

“Hah, Hazel.”

“Your Grace, you look like you’re in pain too. Let me help you.”

When Kaiden spread his legs, Hazel’s thighs, perched on top of him, opened wider. Her soaked underwear had shifted out of place, and her fluids gleamed on Kaiden’s hand as he moved his fingers inside her.

Each time he stroked her entrance or lightly brushed her sensitive nub, Hazel’s grip on him weakened. Though she had suggested helping him, Kaiden’s increasingly intense movements made it impossible for her to keep up.

The overwhelming sensations rising from her lower abdomen left her struggling just to hold herself upright.