CHAPTER 27

With only her lower underwear on, she absentmindedly rubbed her thighs. Although she said she’d like it to be taken off, when it did, she felt unfamiliar and nervous. She had always been the one to refuse bath offers together, saying she could bathe alone since she was young. It was the first time in her life she’d ever let someone see her body, especially between her legs.

“Feeling cold?”

“No.”

Dian looked at her body with admiration. He leaned down and kissed her knee, his palm digging between her thighs.

As he lowered his gaze, he slowly stroked her thighs in a slow, steady motion, pushing outward. She twitched in pl*asure and involuntarily spread them wide.

“Ah…….”

Dian moaned, almost inaudibly. He stared blankly, mesmerized, his eyes fixed on her underwear. She naturally followed his gaze at the rare reaction.

“!”

Wearing only narrow panties, the pink l*bia could be seen on both sides. The white fabric covering the center was deeply soaked with juices and stained heavily, and the juices leaked out on both sides.

Ha…….

“I’m w*t…”

As if confessing or admitting first, she whispered. Dian nodded his head while keeping his gaze fixed.

“Yeah, you’re w*t?”.

He asked sweetly, one hand moving closer. His fingertips brushed against her damp underwear, tapping away like piano keys.

“Mmm…”

The underwear was pulled in, revealing more flesh on the left and right sides, and the contours of the narrow fabric became clearer.

“I’ll lick you.”

In an instant, the fabric was pushed aside, and his lips touched.

“Dian!”

She exclaimed in shock. His tongue darted out and licked her p*ssy, covering it in a wide sweep, lapping up her juices from the bottom to the top.

You don’t have to do that or lick that…

It wasn’t like it was pooling on her br*asts like milk and causing problems, but Dian was lapping her juices and licking her p*ssy. As if he was going to take care of all her juices himself.

Soon, the surface was clean and neat without any juices. His tongue touched where there was nothing in between. His moist and soft tongue pressed against the tender flesh, creating an indescribable pl*asure as it smoothly pressed against the sensitive spots in succession.

“Ha, mmmmm…….”

She’d never felt anything like it. Dean licked her p*ssy like it was ice cream, so erotic and stimulating and sweet at the same time. His warm, moist tongue spread a thin layer of saliva. He raised the tip of his tongue and flicked it up and down her p*ssy slit.

“Aaaaah……!”

The previously closed p*ssy gradually opened with friction. The cl*t at the center and the l*bia on both sides peeked out. Dian focused on that area and licked it intently.

“Mmm!”

Her toes curled and her head tilted, she could hear herself gasping. The electrifying pl*asure was almost maddening. Suddenly, the tongue teasing stopped and Dian lifted her face.

“Let’s take these off.”

“Mmm.”

The only thing left to wear, Dian pulled them aside and then completely removed them by grabbing both sides of her hips. The panties slipped past her smooth legs and into his hands, leaving her n*ked on the comfortable chair.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, not sure what exactly was okay.

“Okay…….”

She wasted no time in letting his tongue slip out, humping her hips and urging him on.

“Quickly…….”

“Just a moment, let me see first. I’ll do it properly after I figure it out.”

Figure it out…….

Dian stepped back slightly, creating some distance to look at her p*ssy. Without any fabric covering it, her p*ssy was completely exposed. She wishes he hadn’t looked and just leaned in and licked it straight away……. Her face flushed with shame and embarrassment.

He stared intently without blinking, as if in a staring contest. Placing his index and middle fingers on each side of her l*bia, he spread them wider. There was a sticky sound, and the moist area felt cool against the air. It felt like she was literally exposing everything.

Dian removed his fingertips and then, placed them narrower, on either side of her cl*t.

“Ah…….”

The pressure on either side naturally pulled her foreskin away, exposing her cl*t. The reddish, pulsating bud protruded prominently.

“Here?”

His tongue licked it directly.

“Ahh!”

A flash went off in her mind. The tongue flicked across the raw cl*t in a straight line, raising the tip and then lowering it, without pausing for a moment.

The sensation was so intense and sharp that it was almost frightening. She tried to endure it, but Dian circled the edges with his tongue. As he teased the swollen parts one after another, her mind flashed with sensations.

“Hmph, no…….”

At her whisper, his teasing stopped instantly. He raised his head and caressed her face. “Do you not want me to do this?”

“No… It’s too intense. Let go and do it with your hands.”

“Okay.”

Dian withdrew his hands and pressed his lips against her again. His tongue touched her cl*t again, encased in a modest foreskin.

The sensation of his tongue moving gently gave her a weaker but more bearable pl*asure than before. Since the cl*t was a sensitive place with so many nerves, it was nice to have the foreskin acting as a shield around the edges. However, the direct stimulation in the center still felt great.

“I like it, mm…”

I wanted to feel this pl*asure for a long time.

He meticulously teased her cl*t with his tongue while lifting his hands. He found her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers. She felt the vivid tongue tease and the touch of his hands, and she felt herself twitching and disbelieving.

Dian was licking my p*ssy, my cl*t… 

It felt surreal, like a dream. She was lost in excitement, both physically and mentally.

Then she felt a little empty in her chest, so she guided his hand to it.

“Touch me…….”

Dian cupped her br*asts and squeezed them, pressing her fingertips against her n*pples. While licking her cl*t, he occasionally sucked on it, surrounding it with his lips.

She felt like she was drenched in fl*ids. Her br*asts were dripping with milk, and her juices were flowing endlessly from below. Dian sucked them all in, one after the other, but it was no use. The w*tness trickled down her chest and stomach, soaking the chair fabric. She was w*t and damp all over.

“Mmmmm, mmmmm, ahhhh…….”

Her cl*t grew larger and larger, swelling and becoming more pronounced. So instead of becoming numb to the stimulation that followed, the pl*asure gradually increased. Dian continued to stroke her for a long time, and she became wetter than before. As she lifted her hips slightly in pl*asure, she could feel the dampness on the chair fabric with each movement.

Her v*ginal walls were oozing juices, but the deep part of the v*gina was tickling and throbbing. She lifted her hips higher, begging him to do something, anything. She wanted him to touch her cl*t, not just her p*ssy.

“Do you want me to do it here?”

“Umm, mmm…….”

Don’t talk to me there……. 

His breath felt strange.

His tongue probed the delicate flesh surrounding her v*ginal. As if exploring something unfamiliar, Dian carefully caressed the v*gina and its surroundings. It was as if he was trying to get a feel for its location, structure, and shape. Then, his tongue slowly penetrated her v*gina.

“…….”

In truth, this was her first time with penetration.

She’d always known that penetrative m*sturbation existed, but she’d never practiced it. She’d always thought of trying it but ended up pressing on her cl*t only and reaching cl*max. After that, she would feel tired and sleepy and fall asleep.

His tongue slipped in, tasting some of the w*t juices, and delved deeper. It felt strange, but not as bad as she thought. Her v*gina and his tongue intertwined naturally, with similar sensations. Dian stimulated the entrance and loosened it, gradually pushing deeper but not too far.

“Ah…….”

His tongue gently explored the sweet crevice. At the same time, one of his hands, which had been caressing her br*asts, moved down her body. As his tongue slipped out and back up to her cl*t, fingertips touching the empty spot.

“……!”

Her body tensed up with anticipation. His fingers felt different from his tongue. His fingers were dry and firm, almost threatening. Without realizing it, she swallowed dryly. As they entered about halfway, the unfamiliar sensation made her grimace.

“Mm…”

Dian, noticing her expression, quickly withdrew his fingers.

“Come here, Rienn.”

He pulled himself up and scooped her into his arms. Her body floated effortlessly, and Dian took purposeful steps.

“Where are you going?”

“To the bed.”

The sensation was unfamiliar, her n*ked, him fully clothed. His body was warm and cozy against hers.

Dian gently laid her down on the bed. She felt the soft sheets against her back, and he reached out to grab a pillow, placing it under her head.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

“Mmm.”

As she lay down, Dian settled between her sprawled legs. Sitting upright, he held her thighs and spread them wide.

Hmm…….

Her feet were up in the air, her legs spread wide like frogs. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, but Dian was looking down at her p*ssy with a serious expression. He released one of her thighs gently and brought his right hand to her p*ssy. Just like on the armchair, his fingertips touched her v*ginal opening, spreading her juices and probing inside.

“…….”

Dian was more tense than she was. With a stern face, sweating even though he never sweated during sparring, he pushed his fingers inside.

Did only about half of it go in? 

Her body stiffened at the unfamiliar sensation. Unable to push further as if blocked by something, she struggled and sighed, withdrawing his fingers.

“Ah….”

“Sorry, just a moment.”

Dian quickly pulled off his shirt, feeling hot. Her gaze was stolen by his robust, muscular torso.

……He looked so skinny when he was sick, had he been training hard?

Her heart raced at the sight of his strong warrior’s body. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a serious expression.

“Rienn, have you ever m*sturbated?”

“! Wh-why are you suddenly asking that?”

“I was just curious if you’ve ever successfully inserted something.”

“Ah.”

She thought for a moment, then shook her head.

“I’ve never tried inserting anything.”

It was true, but her conscience pierced as she remembered the countless nights of clitoral m*sturbation. Hesitantly, she placed her fingertips on her cl*t.

“I don’t stimulate it often, I mean, sometimes…….”

She hurriedly corrected herself.

“Oh, I see.”

Dian replied nonchalantly. He intertwined his fingers with hers, finding her cl*toris.

“Let me do it.”

He pressed his thumb firmly against it, tracing circles.

“Mmmmm…….”

While pl*asure surged, embarrassment crept in belatedly. Talking to Dian about her m*sturbation. She couldn’t keep it to herself and opened up.

“Have you…… ever m*sturbated?”

He answered, inspecting her cl*toris beneath his thumb.

“Yeah, quite a bit.”

Quite a bit. 

It was even in the present tense. Feeling a sense of solidarity knowing she wasn’t the only one, her embarrassment lessened somewhat. She glanced up at Dian and smiled mischievously.

“Interesting. You don’t seem like you’d do it.”

Indeed, Dian and m*sturbation didn’t seem to go together. It was hard to imagine him with that neat and elegant face, m*sturbating. It just didn’t seem to fit.

“Is that so?”

He just smiled as if amused.

He seemed to be concentrating on his continued finger penetration. While his left finger teased her cl*t, his right finger touched her v*ginal opening.

“I’m going to try. Let me know if it hurts.”

“Okay.”

She stared into the void, trying to relax her body. Dian probably slowly pushed his middle finger in. Carefully spreading the flesh apart, he inserted it all the way.

“Ah…….”

“Ha…….”

They sighed at the same time.

Dian’s finger was inside me, in my v*gina.