Ruhir nodded, then rose to his feet with Jeanne still cradled in his arms. Her soft chest was pressed against his firm torso, and the heat of her body seeped into him. The sensation felt inexplicably good, and Jeanne pulled him closer.

The moment they entered the bedroom, she was laid down on the bed, and her black hair fanned out across the bedding. The sight called to mind a night sky, and Ruhir gazed at it for a brief, entranced moment.

“……”

The lights in the safe house had been turned off, but the nightlight was on, so they could see each other clearly. Ruhir slipped off his shower robe and set it down at the foot of the bed. They had barely started, having only kissed, yet both of them were already aroused.

He reached out and pulled open the bedside drawer. Contraceptives. He had thought that if he ever brought Jeanne here someday, things might progress to something deeper between them. He was genuinely glad he had bought them just in case.

He set them aside, then carefully slipped the shower robe off Jeanne. Left with nothing on, she seemed to grow a little embarrassed, and buried her face in the pillow.

“If it hurts, or anything like that, tell me. I’ll stop.”

The hand that slowly traced down Jeanne’s body trembled slightly. …She was trembling quite a bit herself, in truth. No matter how firmly she had steeled herself and decided she could do this, it was still her first time with something like this.

She was slowly steadying her breathing when he parted her legs and lowered himself between them. She was glad the nightlight was the only thing on. If it had been brighter, she might have asked to stop out of sheer embarrassment.

“Ngh.”

Even just the brush of his breath made her body shiver. Ruhir stared intently at her s*x. She hadn’t expected the mere scent of the same body wash he used to arouse her like this. He made a mental note to give Jeanne that scent as a gift sometime.

Ruhir pressed lightly against her thighs to keep her from closing them, then explored a woman’s body for the first time. Her entrance was clenched shut so tightly it looked like even a single finger would have trouble getting in.

The more skillfully a lover prepared you, the greater the pleasure of the act itself. He remembered that well, which was why it was important to draw out her pleasure again and again.

Soon, he began dragging his tongue slowly upward along her s*x.

“……Ugh.”

The moment Jeanne had come of age, she had read the *rotic novels her close friends had recommended. In the final year of the Academy, that sort of thing had circulated quietly among them, and they had shown her as well. In those books, even the slightest licking seemed to send the women into a frenzy of arousal, but reality was different.

A strange, wet, slick sound filled the air. His hot tongue moved back and forth, licking from her cl*toris down to her entrance, over and over.

She didn’t know how to react to the unfamiliar sensation. She simply rolled her eyes around, taking in the bedroom, when a m*an slipped out of her before she even realized it.

“Mmng.”

A strange heat was rising in her lower belly. He had soaked her s*x thoroughly with his saliva, and now Ruhir took her cl*toris into his mouth and pressed his tongue against it, rubbing again and again. Once her body began to feel it, the m*ans came pouring out of her.

“Ah, ngh, it’s, strange!”

Being an adult, she had at least some knowledge of self-pleasure. She had touched herself before, but only a strange sensation had bloomed from it, and she had never reached cl*max.

But what Ruhir was doing with his mouth made her head swim.

His thick, hot tongue sucked and sucked at her folds, the slick sounds unceasing. The legs draped over his shoulders began to tremble.

Noticing her weak spot, Ruhir pressed against it even more relentlessly. Her body, now awakened to this new sensation, was racing steadily toward cl*max.

“-Ah!”

Arousal fl*id began to seep from her tightly clenched entrance. The scent of it spread through the bedroom with each small peak she reached, but Jeanne was too lost in sensation to notice. The feeling was so unfamiliar, so utterly new, that m*ans spilled from her without end.

She placed her hands on his head and tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge even slightly. Instead, he drew her cl*toris into his mouth with an audible sound and sucked harder, rolling his tongue against it.

“Hnngh!”

Would feeling something like this turn her into an idiot? Her body was slipping out of her control in ways she couldn’t understand. She couldn’t believe she was reacting the way characters did in novels. Her toes were quivering when the oncoming cl*max swallowed her whole.

“Hh, ugh, ah, mmng……”

She had gripped his hair tightly without realizing it, but Ruhir let out a quiet laugh. His own head was already on the verge of spinning, but he held himself back and waited for Jeanne to sink fully into her cl*max. If he entered her before she was ready, she would surely be hurt.

When he pulled his mouth away from her cl*toris, he could see it was swollen and slick with saliva. The moment he dragged his tongue across her s*x, far more arousal fl*id came away than before. After sucking at her like that, he slowly and carefully began working her with his hand.

Where even a single finger had seemed like too much before, this time it slid in slowly.

“Ah, ngh.”

The finger, foreign and strange, parted her slick inner walls and filled her. The sensation was so odd she squeezed her eyes shut, but it wasn’t only pain. If anything, it was the kind of sensation that muddled her thoughts, and she had to work to steady her breathing.

Each time his finger gently worked her inner walls, a wet, lewd sound came from her. It was almost unbelievable that the sound was coming from her own body.

“Hh, ugh, it’s, strange.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Mm, no.”

The moment she finished speaking, her cl*toris was taken back into his mouth, and a breathless m*an escaped her on its own. At the same time, another finger slid inside her. He was so careful that it didn’t hurt, but her body kept flinching.

They hadn’t even properly started yet, and she was already like this. Was that all right?

Saliva she couldn’t swallow trickled from the corner of Jeanne’s mouth on its own.

“Hh, ugh, ah, mmng, ngh!”

The two fingers that had been still began to work her inner walls. The large fingers stirred through her hot, slick depths, and her body stopped obeying her. Hot, strange, nauseating. She felt like she might die. If she was already like this from just his fingers and not his c*ck, would they even finish tonight?

The last faint traces of alcohol had been swept far away. Her body shuddered and she wanted to escape, but he was holding her lower half tightly against him and there was no way to.

“Ah!”

Then two fingers pressed firmly against the spot just behind her cl*toris, and sparks flashed before her eyes. Her head fell back and her body wouldn’t stop shaking. She nearly bit down hard on her own tongue without meaning to.

It was a sensation she had never felt before, and she lifted her own hands to cradle her lower belly. Seeing that she was feeling it clearly, Ruhir worked that spot relentlessly.

The more he did, the more the bedroom filled with a tangled mess of wet sounds and m*ans. Watching Jeanne come undone with pleasure, Ruhir was aroused as well.

His c*ck was already fully hard, leaking pre-c*m onto the bedding. He had heard that women, especially during their first time, tended to prefer a man who took the lead well, and so he was making every effort not to lose his composure.

Her inner walls clenched mercilessly around his fingers, and he could feel the legs draped over his shoulders tensing with force.

“-Ah, mmng! Hk, it’s, good! Uuugh!”

Even with her head on the verge of spinning, the words came out of Jeanne on their own. The panting, the slickness, the strangeness, the heat, the sensation that felt like it might kill her went on and on, and then she released a great flood of something all at once.

At the same moment, the cl*max hit her so deeply that Jeanne couldn’t even cry out.

Ruhir barely managed to draw a steady breath as he watched her. He had been taught that he should work her open with up to four fingers before entering her.

But he too was inexperienced, and his patience was wearing thin. If her inner walls were clenching around his fingers like this, what would it feel like around his c*ck?

The large bedroom was filled with the mingled scent of what they had both released, making his head go strange. And at the same time, seeing Jeanne, who always carried herself as a model student, now drenched in pleasure was driving him past the edge of reason.

They were each other’s first. With each finger he added, her voice, soaked in pleasure, grew richer and deeper.

“-Haah!”

At last, when four fingers filled her inner walls, she took them far more easily than before. Glad he had kept working her open, he lifted his mouth from her cl*toris, and a long thread of arousal fl*id stretched between them. He had been so absorbed in burying his face between her legs and pleasuring her that he hadn’t been able to see her face.

The moment he raised his upper body, Ruhir went completely still. Jeanne wore an expression he had never seen on her before, utterly lewd, her eyes unfocused and glassy as she panted for breath.