“Miss, I’ll go a little further.”

“Hmm…”

Of course, it’s a bit awkward to say anything about it, but Mishael’s thing was a bit strange…

“Easy… Just a little more. Please bear with it a little longer.”

Mishael comforted me while pushing deeper and deeper into my womb little by little.

“Miss, Miss, your p*ssy almost swallowed me up!”

Feeling proud, Mishael supported my b*ttocks with his thighs so I could see the point of our connection. I couldn’t help but look at the lewd scene with wide eyes.

Mishael’s thick and dark-red pillar was protruding about a finger’s length below the pale light of my hair. Last time it couldn’t even get in that far, this time it might have really penetrated all the way to the end of my v*gina and touched the cervix… Perhaps the f*replay from earlier was effective in its own way?

The feeling of wonder lasted only for a moment. The circumstances of seeing that were so shocking that I abruptly turned my head…

Flash, lightning flickered outside the window, and in an instant, the color washed away by the blackness along with a momentary silence. But then, boom! A thunder louder than before struck.

“Ah!”

Due to the almost simultaneous lightning and thunder, I couldn’t prepare myself properly and was caught unprepared. Shwaaa, the sound of a thunderstorm intensifying outdoors followed closely after.

“Ah, Miss…”

Mishael reached out his hands one by one and slowly overlapped them with mine. His movements were careful, as he slid his fingers between the gaps and intertwined them.

When he placed both of our intertwined hands on either side of my face and leaned in, Mishael’s face ended up right above mine.

“It’s okay. I’m here. You’ve always been particularly afraid of thunder since you were young, but I was always there, right?”

“Uh, yeah…”

“Like this, while tightly holding your hand.”

“Hmmng!”

I wondered if he was deliberately catching me off guard by bringing up old memories. As he slightly moved his hips backward, thud!, he swiftly pushed into me. Even then, it seemed like he had managed to restrain himself, since it seemed that he went a little deeper than than he’d widened earlier.

“So, I’ll be good today as well…”

“Hmph!”

“I’ll tuck you in so you can sleep tight.”

“Hmnng!”

Mishael once again slowly slipped away from me, leaving only his gl*ns inside me, and then repeatedly pushed deeper. With each thrust, our clasped hands strengthened. Little by little, Mishael steadily expanded my inner walls, just like how he expanded his territory.

“Miss.”

“Huh, why…?”

“Didn’t you say that men can’t control their d*cks as they want to, so in romance novels, they call it alter egos, right?”

“Oh, uh-huh. That’s right…?”

“But yours too, Miss… it feels like it’s alive.”

“What… what do you mean… huh.”

I couldn’t understand what he meant, but it was certainly something obscene. At that moment, my face heated up so much that I could feel it myself.

“The way you suck and nibble on my p*nis… it feels like you’re tearing it apart.”

“M-Mishael…!”

“When I try to pull out, the membrane inside comes out as if to show that it was reluctant to let me leave, , but once it enters you again, Miss, it seems to chew and swallow mine as if it was waiting.”

I was at the point where I really wanted to plug my ears at the details of my lover’s situation, which I didn’t want to know about at all. Why did he have to tell me these things… It’s strange but… fascinating, isn’t it?

“It’s so warm, slippery, and chewy… I like it more than before. What should I do? It’s driving me crazy.”

He thrust in and out again, unfolding each fold of my vaginal wall, and then returning to his original position. He did it once, twice, three times…… I don’t know how many times he repeated this. At some point, Mishael stopped moving and just held me tightly.

“Miss.”

“….”

“How… are you? Are you still in pain?”

“Hmnng…. I, I think I feel a little better.”

That was truly the case. The vaginal opening, which had been tingling due to the violent expansion of Mishael’s persistent thrusts, and my inner walls that felt as though they were being split in half, seemed to be adapting to the situation. On one hand, it seemed that the wrinkles of my vaginal walls were spreading out evenly, leaving no spot untouched, and as the wider area came into contact with the p*nis, sensations other than pain were gradually rising.

When I barely managed to find some resemblance of steady breathing, with my lower body still entwined with Mishael’s, I made an effort to speak.

“It’s there… I, I’m all inside.”

I was startled by the sound of words ringing shyly in my ears. That, that means… it all went in? I couldn’t bring myself to raise my voice and just opened my eyes and asked a question.

In response, Mishael, who looked pretty with his cheeks slightly flushed, turned his waist and teasingly showed off my inner walls….

“Uh-huh, M-Mishael…”

He lifted up the chemise that was still hanging from my upper body from the waist down and took it off.

“Ah… Miss, it’s even better than I imagined.”

The chemise slipped away from my head, and in that moment, I felt the swollen mounds of my br*asts that had been caught there sink down. Mishael’s red eyes, which never left me the entire time, dimmed. He pulled me close, brushing against my b*ttocks as he pulled away again, then made an effort not to show his impatience as he pushed back in. The edge of his gl*ns scraped against the folds of my vaginal wall as he thrust back in, causing a tingling sensation that made my navel curl in anticipation.

The slight upturn of his lips as he looked at me told me he was reveling in subtle pleasure. His scrotum pounded my perineum with his lower body, making a firm, rhythmic sound, thump, thump, thump, as he hit my perineum. The vibrations faintly tingled the depths of my core.

“What should I do. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to without this…”

Mishael whispered that way and straightened up. As he hung my legs over each of his shoulders, the leg wearing white stockings that reached up to my knees dangled from his shoulders. To ensure the stockings wouldn’t slide down, he expertly fastened them with the garter ribbons, lightly squeezing my slightly bulging thighs.

“Miss, you probably have no idea how much I’ve envied these garters since a long time ago… I wanted to go inside your skirt and be useful as well.”

Since a long time ago… Did I mishear the words he had said?

“…Ah!”

Mishael, who had been pulling his waist back, thrust himself into me just like that. He penetrated at a completely different speed than before.

“Ah! Huh! Mm! Ah! Deep, deeper… Ugh!”

Thump, thump, thump, thump. It was as if Mishael was enduring those slow thrusts just for this moment, as he forcefully thrust his waist forward. Thud, thud, thud. Every time the bed creaked from his waist movements, the thick gl*ns seemed to sink deeper and deeper. Although it was already deeply embedded, his penetration became even more profound.

His gl*ns, curved slightly upward, kept scratching the inside of my stomach.

“Your br*asts bounce every time my c*ck slams into your p*ssy. It’s so beautiful…….”

“Huuh, huh! Huh, ah…!”

“When my c*ck scrapes your inner walls, it feels like gentle waves of pleasure are crashing against your face… Miss, your face is becoming seductive.”

Who would say such things… Mishael looked down at me with an affectionate look, and repeatedly stimulated my insides again. Thump, thump, thump, with the rhythm of his thrusting, the sound of him sliding in and out of me felt especially erotic. And I was amazed that it could go in so deeply, that I accepted it, and that I had long forgotten the tearing and tightness at first.

I wonder if he’s noticed that the tension has left my face. The corners of Mishael’s eyes folded as beautifully as a crescent moon.

“Now, it won’t hurt anymore.”

“Uh! Huhng…! Huh! Ahh! Hnnng!”

What Mishael did was pull my limp hand away and bring it to my cl*t. The flesh, that was still swollen from the previous activity and repeated friction, was completely exposed at the gaping juncture.

“Hnng! Hhmng! M-Mishael…! This… hnng!”

This was strange. Maybe it was the embarrassment of the situation, or maybe it was the pleasure of not knowing what was going on……. But with nothing else to do, I continued to m*sturbate, unable to do anything else. Thump, thump, thump, the pressure on my delicate fingertips increased with each of his thrusts. The sensation that started there trembled throughout my entire body, barely containing the intensity. Thump, thump, every time the skin of his p*nis rubbed against my heated vaginal opening, my throat would tighten.

I barely managed to lift my head and endure the chaotic pleasure below. It felt like my body was melting from the heat.

“Miss, please show your face…”

Mishael lowered himself, pressing his upper body against me. His lower abdomen was almost pressed against mine, which made the finger I’d inserted between our connecting bodies pressed harder.

“Your p*ssy is so tight it feels like it’s going to rip off my d*ck, Miss…….”

Mishael made an effort to face me somehow and forcefully thrust his hips forward. Perhaps due to the arousal that started from the stimulation, I felt my loosened inner walls seemed to wrap around him completely. The walls, melted by the pleasure, imitated the shape of his p*nis, touching every part of it without leaving any place untouched…

“F*ck, damn it…”

At that moment, curse words that I never expected to come out of Mishael’s mouth boiled over, but I was still unable to properly recognize it, too wrapped up in the lingering pain and the merciless barrage of pleasure that threatened to overshadow it.

“Miss, Miss….”

Thump! Thump! Thump! Mishael pressed my fingertips under my stomach and grabbed the sides of my face, then pushed in, and out, digging into my walls, desperately trying to go deeper, pressing harder, continuing the deep penetration.