“It just hurts.”

If grumbled with a grumpy face, pointing to her throbbing under belly.

The inside, which she had touched for the first time, was slippery and most of all, the stinging sensation was unpleasant.

Unlike before, when fluids had oozed out, now it was just damp.

No matter how she thought about it, this was nothing like feeling good – if anything, it was worse.

As if grumbling, Ethan’s mind was a complete mess.

Never mind the dishevelled clothes – her legs were still wide apart, completely exposed.

And between them, that dangerously exposed part…

Ethan, abandoning the meat he’d prepared, practically rushed over and pulled If’s clothes down to cover her.

What he had seen down there was swollen and in bad shape from how much it had been touched.

No wonder it hurt.

“Ethan?”

Since he was the one who had taught If, he couldn’t even scold her.

His head, filled with confusion, couldn’t find the right words in this situation.

How should he handle this? It was almost as if he had to give her a proper s*x education now.

Looking at If’s innocent face, Ethan’s headache was worse than ever.

“Is it different because you were the one who touched me, Ethan? I did exactly the same.”

Touching her br*ast and touching her waist – she had followed the same order, with the same pressure.

The only thing she hadn’t done was to leave the thirty-nine red marks because her lips had never touched the skin.

But if we’re talking about the level of stimulation, it wouldn’t have made much difference in her current state.

Her unanswered questions piled up, one after the other.

Seeing her like this, Ethan pressed his lips together and said nothing.

“Why won’t you tell me?”

At her urging, Ethan pressed his temple, trying to ease the pounding headache.

In the end, there was no way to avoid this barrage of questions.

“It’s not something you should do carelessly.”

“But I didn’t.”

Ethan couldn’t hold back a heavy sigh.

He pulled If into his arms and leaned back against the cave wall, her cool body nestled against his chest. It was a familiar weight.

Even though he had pulled her clothes down, all the strings were undone, so her clothes were quickly dishevelled again.

Come to think of it, she had run around n*ked in ancient ruins before, so it wasn’t as if wearing clothes now would suddenly embarrass her.

She had lived for decades without a shred of shame and now he had to be the one to teach her.

Ethan closed his eyes tightly. The future seemed bleak – as bleak as the endless stream of questions he knew were coming his way.

“You liked it when I touched you, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t like it when you touch yourself.”

“Yes.”

“Then if you want to, just tell me.”

“If I tell you, will you touch me?”

“Yes.”

“Then why does it feel different when you do?”

“Because I’m good at it.”

“Better than anyone else?”

“No one else even comes close.”

She wasn’t a child – what kind of bragging was that anyway?

But the thought of her spreading her legs for another man, if he didn’t make it clear, made his blood boil.

Her slowly rolling green eyes soon showed acceptance.

When she nodded slightly, Ethan let out a sigh of relief.

“Then, Ethan. Touch me.”

She said as she nodded again and slid Ethan’s arm down between her legs.

Ethan opened his mouth to say something but then closed it tightly.

If that wasn’t ‘careless’, what was?

From the looks of it, her curiosity wasn’t going to go away until she got to the end of it.

With a sigh, Ethan reached out and pulled his rucksack over him.

“What are you doing?”

“If I touch you there now, it’ll only hurt.”

It would only lead to pain before she was even wet.

At Ethan’s words, If lifted her skirt and looked down between her legs.

“That’s why… don’t do this carelessly!”

As Ethan pulled her skirt down firmly, If’s eyes widened in surprise.

“This is what you mean by careless?”

“Yes.”

“Am I not allowed to? Not even with you, Ethan? But yesterday you did.”

“…”

Ethan was at a loss for words.

Yes, he had done it. Not only that – he had completely undressed her.

As if watching Ethan, suddenly speechless, she tilted her head.

“You just want to see me?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

If nodded quietly, accepting without a fuss.

If Ethan wanted to see her, there was nothing she could do about it.

Seeing her like that, Ethan finally felt a bit of relief -even if it meant admitting that he was a total pervert.

Ethan swallowed a sigh and rummaged through his rucksack.

Inside were several pouches, neatly organised to separate various tools and supplies.

With practiced ease, he dug into the depths and pulled the string of the pouch he was looking for, opening its mouth.

As the object emerged from the pouch, If instinctively opened its mouth.

like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

Seeing her mouth wide open, Ethan chuckled.

“It’s not for eating.”

“Why not?”

You gave it to me to eat before.

Her confused look turned to the flower in Ethan’s hand.

“Because we’re going to use it here.”

Sticky honey dripped from Ethan’s hand as he crushed the flower. Lifting the hem of her skirt, he got a better view of her flushed skin. Clicking his tongue, Ethan gently spread the honey over it. If winced at the initial chill, but it didn’t last long – the honey quickly warmed against Ethan’s body heat.

“Mmm…”

She rested her head on Ethan’s forearm. Ethan, supporting her languid body, caressed her slowly.

Her body hair, matching the light colour of her hair, was soft and fine. His hand, gliding smoothly as if over honey, traced her curves. Ethan looked down to study If’s face – her cheeks flushed, her eyelids heavy and relaxed.

Her breath came out in soft, warm puffs that mingled with the cool air, but the heat between their pressed bodies made it clear that her breath was not from the cold.

It would be bad if she broke down in tears like last time. Ethan didn’t rush. His fingers slid slowly inside her.

“Ugh…”

As his index and middle fingers gently parted her, w*tness trickled down, tickling her.

Not knowing how to ease the sensation, she moved with Ethan’s hand, spreading her legs and shifting her hips.

“Ah…!”

If’s body shook as Ethan pressed down on her sensitive cl*t. Her hands, clinging to his arm like a lifeline, trembled uncontrollably.

“Relax.”

Ethan patted her gently and planted a soft kiss on her flushed cheek.

“So sensitive… whoa…”

How was she supposed to relax? She should just sit still as usual, but her hands and feet kept tensing and her whole body stiffened. When she let out a long breath, it was almost like a confession.

“It feels strange… down there…”

It was similar to the last time. But while before everything had happened so fast that she couldn’t keep up, this time the sensations built up gradually, making it easier to get used to.

Squish.

Was it the honey? Or was it like last time, with that strange liquid coming out? Bubbles formed in the sticky liquid that clung to Ethan’s fingers.

When his fingers rubbed them again, the bubbles burst softly, tickling her skin.

His fingers touched her trembling flesh again.

“Haa…”

It felt as if something was scratching her from within, bringing a strange sense of relief. The cycle of tickle and release went on and on. As the heat surged through her body, tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.

“It’s nothing weird. It just feels good.”

She let out a hot, shuddering breath.

But her breath was ragged and her body tense – was this what feeling good was like? The kind of pleasure she knew shouldn’t be so overwhelming.

But it wasn’t uncomfortable either.

It was something so difficult and complicated that she couldn’t quite define it.

“Ugh…”

Ethan’s touch was definitely nothing like when she touched herself.

There was no pain – and if it weren’t for the strange, ticklish sensations running through her body, she might even have laughed.

His sticky, lingering hands were so warm that every time they touched her skin, she could feel their shape clearly.

Even as her hips twisted, If spread her legs wider.

“Ah…!”

Ethan twisted her cl*t again, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk at her reaction.

Even though she looked on the verge of tears and said it felt strange, the way she clung to him so tightly was too tempting to resist.

His aroused p*nis was pressed beneath her soft hips, throbbing with heat, but he could barely hold himself back.

She hadn’t even reached her climax yet and was already crying out – it was too soon to think about going any further.

Besides, there was no way she could handle his size right now.

The honey, diluted and mixed with her fluids, was sticky between her inner walls.

As he pressed his middle finger against the reddened, swollen flesh, the way it wrapped around him felt soft and smooth.

As he applied a little more pressure, he could clearly feel her pulling him in.

“Hiiik!”

“Shh, it’s not supposed to hurt.”

He whispered as he pulled her trembling body into his arms.

As he pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead, her ragged breaths soon began to calm.

“E-Ethan…”

“What is it?”

“Kiss me… please…”

Overwhelmed with pleasure, all she could do was ask for a kiss – and what would he do with it?

She didn’t even know how to touch herself properly, fumbling until she was so swollen, and now she was on the verge of tears because it felt so different when he touched her.

Finally she reached out to him, clinging to him as if he were her whole world, opening her arms as if to say “take me”.

How could he hold back when she looked at him like that?

Ethan leaned in close and pressed his lips to her small, trembling mouth.

Her slender arms quickly wrapped around his neck and, as if accepting her plea, he tilted his head and held her even tighter, pulling her in as deeply as he could.