Chapter 5

Aaron’s brow furrowed deeply. Seeing him bite his lower lip to hold back, Neria got excited too.

Recalling how men m*sturbated, Neria stroked up and down.

“Ah, mm…!”

With a wet sound, Aaron’s thighs trembled. She noticed a small hole at the tip, pulsing gently. She remembered this was where the fluid that caused pregnancy came out.

‘Is he about to finish already?’

Curious, Neria moved her hand enthusiastically. The sound of flesh slapping together was savage and exhilarating, making her mouth dry.

Neria focused, observing below.

“Mm, mm, mmph.”

Aaron’s moans grew more intense, and his t*sticles contracted slightly. The spongy tissue in her grip swelled and heated, occasionally twitching.

Then, Neria stopped moving and pressed her slippery finger firmly against the tip.

“Haa!”

Aaron gasped. He seemed greatly disturbed by her teasing.

“Ah… Please, please…”

With a hoarse voice, Aaron pleaded.

“Oh, you spoke.”

Neria stared at Aaron’s face. But that seemed to be all he could say. No more sound came from his throat, and his lips, which had been moving, pressed together in resignation.

His whole upper body was flushed red. It was because of the s*xual excitement she’d given him. Maybe it was shame, too.

‘It’s just a dream, but it feels so real…’

Seeing Aaron’s face, covered only by a blindfold, looking like he might die any moment, a sadistic thrill filled Neria.

‘A man of royal blood, so much better than me, making that face with just my hand!’

Neria felt a ticklish pleasure from having him under her control. She rubbed herself against the massage bed, grinning.

“Please, what?”

“Ah, haa, ah…”

A rough, throaty moan answered instead of words.

“Hmm, I wonder what you’re trying to say…”

Even though she knew what he wanted, Neria’s violet eyes sparkled mischievously as she asked again.

She continued to rub her finger around the small opening. Her hand felt wet, slicked with prec*m that poured out in abundance, making it easier to move her hand.

“…Ah!”

Suddenly, the thick shaft in her grip tensed. As soon as she lifted her thumb, a viscous white fluid spurted out from the twitching urethra.

“Oh my.”

It was the s*men she’d only seen in books.

There was quite a lot, and the liquid overflowed onto the back of her hand, dripping with a strange, musky scent.

Although the scene excited her too, Neria pretended not to be and clicked her tongue, scolding Aaron.

“How could you dirty my hand like this? Your Grace, really. It’s not just your mouth that’s wicked!”

“Haa, haa…”

Aaron only gasped for breath, unable to answer. Sweat-soaked black hair clung to his handsome forehead. Neria wiped her hand on the towel and thought,

‘Is it over now? That felt quicker than I expected.’

Her married friend had told her that after a man finished, he needed a brief rest before he could go again.

‘I never heard exactly how long that rest period is… Wait, huh?’

Neria blinked. She’d only turned away for a moment, but Aaron’s member was already standing tall again. This time, she had a feeling her hand alone wouldn’t be enough.

Neria, thanks to thorough s*x education, knew exactly where her own entrance was. She couldn’t just leave everything to a husband, knowing nothing about nighttime matters.

Gulp.

‘I want to try putting that in.’

A sticky curiosity slowly took over Neria.

‘Would it hurt? No, it’s a dream, so maybe it won’t.’

As if hypnotized, Neria climbed onto the narrow bed. Sensing her movements, Aaron turned his head.

As she bent forward, her long brown hair tickled his abs.

Bound by invisible force, Aaron finally seemed to realize what Neria was about to do.

“Mm, mmph, mmgh!”

He looked like he desperately wanted to say something, but unfortunately, Neria was the master of this dream.

“…!”

His muscular, scarred torso and fingers twitched.

Neria wiggled her hips, trying to find a comfortable spot. Worried about her weight, she spread her knees and braced herself on the bed.

“Mmm…”

She could feel the slick, thick flesh against her perineum. But as she tried to put it in, it seemed far too big and daunting.

“Ugh.”

Aaron gritted his teeth at the sensation of the tip rubbing against her. The veins stood out on his sharply angled, masculine jaw.

“Mmm…”

It was hot, firm, thick, and large, and just rubbing against it felt so good.

“Mmm, I think I’d be happy with just this.”

Her heart thumped with excitement as she actually did the things she’d only imagined. Unlike Neria, who was enjoying herself, Aaron beneath her looked like he was suffering.

He, who had been lying quietly, started to lift his hips a little. Neria placed her hand on Aaron’s abs and stroked the ridges.

“Mm, mmm.”

The growing sensation only fueled her desire. It felt as if water was pouring out below.

“Ahh.”

Her flushed cheeks burned. Neria looked at Aaron, who was frowning deeply. His face and neck were red; he was clearly suffering from the same frustration. His chest swelled and fell heavily.

‘Even if it hurts in a dream, I can just stop.’

Biting her lower lip, Neria lifted her hips slightly. With just the right pressure, Aaron’s member stood stiff.

She grabbed the wet shaft with one hand and awkwardly aligned herself.

Holding the base steady, she slowly lowered her hips. Even though she knew the entrance was there, the head pressed against the slippery folds and was blocked by resistance.

“Mm.”

Neria’s delicate brow furrowed. The secret inner place her fingers couldn’t reach itched unbearably.

Soon, the shaft, slick with massage oil and s*men, slipped in at the entrance. Neria shuddered at the vivid pressure and foreign sensation.

“Ah!”

Looking down, she saw the mushroom-shaped head, as big as a child’s fist, lodged inside her. Not even half was in, but her thighs trembled and sparks seemed to fly before her eyes.

Apparently, the man beneath her felt the same. Aaron drew a sharp breath, mouth agape in shock.

Neria, gathering her courage, tried to push in a little more, but the sensation startled her and she tried to lift her hips away.

And at that moment—

Aaron suddenly thrust upward from below. His member plunged straight into her soaked entrance.

Thud.

“Aah…!”

Strange pain, quickly drowned out by pleasure.

The sudden rush of sensation made her legs weak. When she pressed her hips down, Aaron thrust again.

“I thought you couldn’t move—ah! Ah! Mmm, hmm!”

Massage oil, prec*m, and now her own fluids mixed together, making wet, lewd noises below.

“Aah, ah, mm, ahh, ah!”

“Ha, ha!”

Neria didn’t know what to do. All she could manage was to bounce her hips in rhythm. With Neria’s sharp moans, Aaron’s thrusts grew rougher.

“Haa, haa!”

Even though she wasn’t moving herself, she collapsed onto Aaron’s scarred torso, exhausted. Just holding herself up with her thighs was difficult.

‘Is this what it’s like? This is… ahh!’

She lowered her body between Aaron’s armpits, raised her hips a little higher, and his thrusts went deeper.

The fake duke, the dream’s illusion of Aaron, seemed determined to get revenge on the woman who had tormented him, moving his hips mercilessly.

With his member buried deep inside, Neria was overwhelmed. Though she hadn’t intended it, she poured wild moans into Aaron’s ear.

He seemed even more excited by her cries. His movements grew more intense.

“Enough, ahh, please, stop! Ah! Ahh, mm, ahh! I feel like something’s coming, mm!”

The end was near. Neria instinctively struggled to escape, but thick arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

“Aahhh!”

Aaron jabbed and rubbed her most sensitive spot mercilessly, thrusting several times more with force. Her senses exploded and her vision spun.

“Haa, kgh!”

The hot, sticky inside helped him finish. His scrotum twitched as he quickly spilled inside.

“Fuuuuu…”

Her body felt foreign, melting and flowing somewhere.

Neria collapsed, limp, onto the man’s body. A faint, warm sensation spread inside.

“Haa…, ahh…”

The two of them lay tangled together, panting for a while. They were drenched in sweat. As the heat passed between them, a pleasant drowsiness blurred her mind.

Neria pressed her flushed cheek to Aaron’s chest and took a deep breath. His chest rose and fell as if he’d sprinted at full speed.

“Ah… So this is what it’s like.”

Even though it was just a dream, the s*x felt so ecstatic.

‘No, no, dreams and reality are different. The real thing might not be so great.’

Still.

‘It’s the best…!’

Despite the dull ache, Neria grinned with satisfaction.