Chapter 8

With hands that had become skilled after just two tries, she pulled down his pants, but Dandel grabbed her hand.

He stayed in that position for a long time, lips moving as if searching for words. Looking at her smiling face, he knew she wouldn’t stop no matter how much he protested. In the end, he sighed deeply and spoke.

“…If it doesn’t work, we quit.”

“Yes, of course.”

He raised his hand to cover his face, as if he didn’t even want to see. It was a shame that she couldn’t see his face, but she pressed on.

Lurua finished undressing him and coated her fingers with oil. Her heart was already racing. Her gaze sparkled as she stared at him.

“Which is more comfortable—spreading your legs or raising your hips and lying face down?”

“…Do we really have to do this?”

Dandel glared at her through his fingers. His eyes clearly showed his discomfort, but Lurua just smiled back. Of course they had to do this—this was the whole point.

He soon turned his head away and, resigned, spread his legs. Lurua carefully looked between them, then suddenly grabbed and spread his legs wider. She could feel his tense thighs trembling under her hands.

Below his half-er*ect member, past the soft, delicate skin, she saw a small, tightly closed opening. A place no one had ever touched before. Because of his pale skin, the faint pink stood out even more.

Lurua gazed at it with a fluttering feeling. She was going to put something in there.

She felt no aversion at all—in fact, the fragile look was almost cute. She gently circled the area, then slid a finger inside.

“Ugh…!”

Immediately, a pained moan escaped Dandel’s lips. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. It looked too tight to push anything in, but she’d thought one finger would be fine—apparently, she was mistaken.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“Huff, don’t move…”

Lurua moved her finger, feeling along the inner wall. It was much warmer and softer than she’d expected. Her heart swelled—was it curiosity or a new kind of excitement? She looked up, wanting to see Dandel’s face.

He tried to steady his breathing, his eyes wide like a startled animal, body stiff. He pretended to be fine, but he was clearly tense and frightened.

Seeing him, Lurua realized what she was feeling.

‘Ah, this is so…’

‘Arousing.’

She pulled her finger out and poured more oil onto his rear. He flinched in surprise.

“Hng…! Wait…”

Then she shoved two fingers inside the narrow opening. Even with all that oil, it was still a tight fit—just two slender fingers were barely accepted. But Lurua was too impatient to worry about such details.

“How does it feel?”

“Ugh, hng…”

Dandel swallowed his pain. His eyes stung and cold sweat dripped down. It felt like his whole body was splitting from just those two little fingers. D*mn, how could this be called ‘massage’?

“Do you feel anything different?”

“That kind of thing, huff, wouldn’t happen so suddenly…”

Lurua looked down at him with a disappointed gaze. She’d expected him to feel pleasure from the prostate stimulation, as the book described. Supposedly, if done well, it was even better than normal climax—but right now, he seemed to be in pain, not pleasure.

Had she not found the prostate yet?

She focused on the sensation inside. Nothing felt different yet—just the hot, soft inner wall tightly hugging her fingers, which felt strangely good.

“That’s odd. The book said it should be here…”

“Hic!”

When she spread her fingers to look inside, Dandel was suddenly overwhelmed by shame. Before he could think, he grabbed her hand and pulled it out. His face was twisted and red, with tears at the corners of his eyes.

“Are you kidding me? You expect me to trust this?”

His voice shook with anger. Just inserting fingers back there was humiliating enough, but now she was trying to look inside. He felt violated in body and mind.

He really couldn’t take this anymore. But Lurua, as if not noticing, spoke calmly.

“You have to trust me. You agreed to let me help you.”

She pushed him down by the chest, her eyes shining with a slightly ominous light. She had no intention of stopping here.

Lurua was possessed by a desire she’d never felt before. Maybe because of that, her voice came out cold, the opposite of her burning chest.

“Don’t you want to fix your premature issue?”

“Ugh…”

At that, he bit his trembling lips in defeat. He felt like his first experience was being trampled, while she remained perfectly calm. If he reacted too much, he’d just look strange. She might think he was being shy over nothing.

In the end, he spread his legs again. It felt like walking into a predator’s jaws. He bowed his head, hoping it was just his imagination. He couldn’t bear to show his face while this was happening.

“Well done.”

Lurua smiled, her pink eyelashes fluttering. She looked so innocent that Dandel let his guard down for a moment.

“Ah, hng…!”

Lurua pushed her two fingers back inside. Thankfully, it didn’t hurt as much as before, though it was still uncomfortable. He gripped the sheet, trying to endure. He could feel her fingers slowly moving inside, exploring.

“Hng…”

As the pain faded, a strange sensation wrapped around his body. The feeling of her pressing and rubbing inside, filling and leaving the narrow opening, made his lower belly ache. Was he getting excited in this situation? Really? Shame crept in, but his member was already standing tall.

“It doesn’t hurt now, right?”

“…”

Lurua carefully stretched him inside. She wasn’t only going to use her fingers today—she was preparing for more.

She thought, if she pushed something bigger in, she’d definitely find the prostate.

“Hng…!”

When her fingers pressed a certain spot, a sound escaped his throat, almost like a whimper. Lurua stopped and looked at him. Dandel, startled by the sound he’d made, widened his eyes and covered his mouth.

“T-that…”

“Is it here?”

Her question interrupted him. She’d found a spot that felt different—thicker and firmer than the rest. She pressed it again, almost entranced.

“Hng, ah…”

Lurua’s eyes sparkled brighter than ever.

She curled her fingers and started stimulating the sensitive spot in earnest. Every time she pressed the thickened inner wall, sweet cries spilled from his lips.

“Hic, ah, stop. Not anymore, hng…”

“It’s deeper than I thought. The book said two knuckles, but maybe that’s for a man’s hand?”

“Stop, two, hng, ah…!”

Every time she rubbed inside, his whole body tingled. His member oozed clear fluid, as if forgetting how to hold back. His legs closed as if trying to escape. The pleasure was so intense it scared him. This wasn’t treatment, but he didn’t have the will to protest.

Lurua watched him with an intense gaze. She couldn’t control her excitement. She pressed and rubbed inside, enjoying his reactions. When she spread her fingers, the loosened opening followed, spilling oil.

“Hic…! Hng, don’t… don’t spread it…”

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

But when she closed her fingers again, the opening tightened around them. The sensation was addictive—Lurua couldn’t stop. She forgot her original goal of treatment and moved only to satisfy her curiosity.

In the process, Dandel felt overwhelmed by pleasure. His lower belly ached, and he couldn’t feel anything else. His whole body felt light. Soon, his member leaked s*men, soaking his stomach. It was barely even a climax.

“How is it? You look even happier than when I used the cloth before.”

“Hng, n-no… hng, I don’t like it…”

“But since you keep releasing, maybe it’s not really helping. Maybe it’s just emptying you out so there’s nothing left.”

Dandel wanted to shut her mouth immediately.

Did she really think this was treatment? Did she not realize this was just a perverted act?

No matter how he tried to argue, his mouth wouldn’t obey.

Before he knew it, three fingers were inside, stirring him. The slick sounds filled the room. He tried to push her away, but when she pressed his sensitive spot hard, all his strength left him.

At the same time, clear fluid gushed from his member. The transparent liquid made a shameful sound as it soaked the sheet. Overwhelmed by the climax, he trembled, barely able to breathe. His vision flashed white.

“Ah, ah…! Ah, hng, hng…”

Sweet sounds kept spilling from his open mouth. Even after the first rush, his hips twitched and more clear fluid dripped out. He writhed in climax for a long time before finally collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Hng, hng…”

His thighs still twitched, and occasional moans escaped. He could feel his opening spasming, searching for what had just left. He wanted to cry—his eyes were already wet.