EPILOGUE (Part 4)

With the wall behind her and Dian in front, her lifted left leg embraced him. It felt like they were trapped in a fragment of time, repeating the same motions for a while until Dian pulled away and muttered.

“Our heights don’t match.”

“Heights?”

“Yeah, because you’re short.”

“I’m not that short!”

She was just average, but he was towering over her. It wasn’t that she was short, but their heights didn’t align, so Dian had been constantly hunched over and awkwardly positioned.

“Not short, really?”

As if on cue, his other hand grabbed her right thigh, urging her to bend her knee.

“?!”

His arms came around her waist from below and lifted her up, embracing her tightly.

“Dian!”

Her heart skipped a beat in surprise. As he held her close, he stood tall. With his arms wrapped around her, supporting her back while maintaining the insertion, it felt strange to be suspended in mid-air.

“This position is weird, heh…….”

Feeling empty and unstable below, she hugged Dian’s neck with both arms.

Being held by him like a koala clinging to a tree was one thing, but then the unexpected motion began. Dian lifted and lowered her, syncing their pelvises. As the connection loosened in mid-air, they brushed against each other before intertwining again, repeatedly.

“This position is new, so it might feel unfamiliar.”

“Is this, like, a normal position?”

“Yeah, it is. We still have a lot to try. Let’s take it one step at a time.”

He whispered subtly, shifting their direction and taking a step somewhere. This position seemed challenging for just anyone to do unless someone was particularly skilled. Nevertheless…

“Where are we going?”

Turning her head back with a sense of foreboding, she noticed the large full-body mirror in her bedroom, in the direction they were heading.

“!! A mirror, seriously?!”

“You fell earlier. I wanted to check if your b*tt’s okay.”

“My b*tt’s fine!”

What kind of nonsense was this? Just because I bumped my b*tt once! 

Dian seemed particularly eager, and she felt a strong sense of discomfort.

“It looks a bit flushed, though?”

Before she knew it, they were in front of the mirror, and their reflections were clear. She felt awkward having to turn her head to see, so she chose not to look at all.

“I’ll give you a massage later.”

“Hm, I’m fine…….”

Even after the b*tt check was over, Dian continued the mid-air maneuvers. 

See, it was clear there was some personal interest involved.

She took her first glance at what they looked like in the mirror, and it clearly showed her back, b*ttocks, and the junction below. The scene of his long m*mber protruding towards the front of her b*ttocks as she squirmed.

“Ah, this feels… odd, ah, ah…”

He didn’t misstep, but the position itself, with her being elevated, felt unstable and nerve-wracking. She shook her head, unable to get used to it.

“Dian, let’s sit down, let’s sit somewhere.”

“Sit?”

He didn’t move far from the mirror, instead, he walked over to a nearby sofa and sat down, facing the mirror.

After a while, she felt more secure, and the arms that supported her back retreated forward. She sat on the couch, straddling Dian’s thighs, and assumed their usual position. He cupped both her cheeks with his hands and kissed her lightly. Their gazes met as his hands moved down to caress her chest and tease her n*pples with his fingertips.

“Hmmm.”

Moving now, she slid her hands behind and ran them up Dian’s thighs. Her hands moved up and down the muscular thigh. Entering and exiting smoothly, targeting the spots she enjoyed the most, the sensations were incredibly sharp, but her consciousness occasionally blurred.

“It feels like a dream.”

“A dream? Why?”

“It’s hazy, dreamlike…”

“Ah.”

Dian chuckled softly.

“I feel like I’m dreaming too.”

“Are you, too, hazy?”

“Not for that reason, but because this is the moment I’ve always wanted.”

“So you wanted to have s*x?”

“Yes, Rienn, I wanted to have s*x with you.”

He emphasized the ‘with you’ part.

“Hm, you should have said that sooner.”

“Maybe I should have.”

Dian smirked and lowered his hand.

“But it’s still okay now. It’s like a dream.”

As he added, his fingertips found her cl*t and rubbed against it.

“Ah…!”

Moving back and forth along with her motions, Dian traced and circled, taking his time to admire her. He carefully observed her from her face to her chest, down to the junction, he watched her move overall.

She was thrusting her p*ssy out in front of him, actively moving in search of pl*asure. It felt embarrassing and awkward at times, but then she’d let go and repeat the cycle of not caring.

“Hah, hah…”

Gradually, the pace slowed down. She could have gone on longer, but post-training, her muscles felt tired and stiff.

“Do you want me to do it?”

Dian asked quickly, noticing the change.

“Yes.”

“Let’s switch positions for a second.”

She surrendered her body to him with his gentle tone. Dian withdrew completely, adjusting her position on his thighs so they faced the same direction. Right into the mirror.

“Dian!!!”

Her flushed face reflected back at her in the mirror.

“Did you drink when I was sleeping?”

“Hahaha, no.”

Although he wasn’t one to indulge in alcohol, it felt excessively wild to be sober, it was too erotic for her sanity. Dian inserted himself again and grasped her hips and thighs with both hands, lifting and lowering her as if doing arm exercises.

Seriously, this was insane… 

“Hmm, isn’t it tiring?”

“Not at all.”

Dian seemed overflowing with strength. He moved dynamically up and down as if doing arm curls with her. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, feeling as if floating in mid-air with her b*tt hanging, while a pillar of flesh was firmly embedded in her. Well, it was more like being impaled.

“Hmph, hmph…….”

“Rienn, look ahead.”

He pulled her chin to make her look at the mirror in front.

“Hmph!”

So erotic…….

The shocking sight made her head spin. There was flesh all over her, Dian positioning her as the focus. With her lower body forming an M-shape, her b*ttocks were held in place while his long and thick m*mber penetrated and thrust in and out.

Seeing the junction explained the almost bursting pressure. The width of her v*gina and the thickness of the p*nis matched, causing the walls to widen completely. With the red flesh sweeping up and down, the pink rim was stretched to the limit. 

Even with such deep penetration, a significant portion of his c*ck remained below, where the dark red sh*ft and lush mound awaited. When he lifted her up, his flesh slipped and appeared, and when he lowered her, it disappeared again. The friction at the junction was so lewd and stimulating that it captivated her gaze. 

She really didn’t want to see it, but she kept finding herself glancing.

“You’re so beautiful, Rienn.”

Their eyes met in the mirror. Dian was looking at her body more than their junction. She followed his gaze and looked at her body. Her fair and flawless skin was tinged with a blush here and there, like blooming red flowers. Traces of numerous kisses adorned her body.

Her ample br*asts swayed gently, with n*pples and ar*olas swollen and reddened. Below, her p*ssy was overall red and swollen and had an especially engorged cl*toris. Transparent fl*ids glistened as if drizzled with syrup.

“Hmph…….”

It seemed like her body had changed in just a few days. Perhaps it was because he had been touching her so much, but her br*asts seemed larger, and her n*pples and cl*toris felt even more sensitive. Before, they only became prominent during m*sturbation, but now it seemed they were always like this. 

Is it because I spend most of my day having s*x?

“You’re too good for me.”

“No…….”

She looked at them in the mirror. Dian was holding her up with his shoulders and pecs, lifting her up and down, over and over again. She could see his strong body behind her, and beside her face, his handsome face looked calm. Dian was gorgeous as always.

“Do you know how much I love you…?”

“Really? How much do you love me?”

Even with him inside her like this, he seemed to need confirmation. She struggled to choose her words through the dizzying pl*asure. It was impossible to think deeply as the stretching lining washed over her.

“I love you.”

Long words weren’t necessary.