Chapter 6

Unable to understand herself, Reshu was almost angry when Milian’s hand touched her thigh. At first, she thought it was just a gentle caress, and even that felt strangely sweet. But she was mistaken.

“…!”

When his hand left, she felt bare below. Milian pulled down her wet underwear and forced one leg up, pulling off her underwear. Now, her panties hung loosely around her left ankle, discarded on the floor. Her underwear was completely removed.

‘I should have escaped…!’

Reshu squeezed her eyes shut. Fear and confusion swirled in her heart. The presence breathing hotly behind her felt unfamiliar. She disliked Milian more than ever.

Then.

“Reshu…. Reshu.”

Milian’s feverish, delirious whisper—yet still somehow absent-minded—reached her. Suddenly, Reshu became aware of her own heartbeat, the heat from Milian’s arm around her slender waist, and his scent.

‘…I really should have escaped earlier!’

She repeated the thought, but this time it carried a slightly different feeling. She didn’t want her first time mixing bodies with Milian to be such a mess.

‘Wait, first time? Reshurka, are you thinking about ‘firsts’ now? There won’t be a second time, never again! This kind of ridiculous thing will never happen again!’

As she repeated ‘never, never, never’ inside, Milian gripped Reshu’s pale leg. In an instant, her vision went white.

“…Ah, hng…!”

Hearing her own moan, Reshu bit her lip hard. The scream that never became a sound turned into pain filling her chest. …Meanwhile, Milian, hugging Reshu’s waist, slowly pushed himself inside her. Bit by bit, slowly.

Her sweat-drenched, golden hair fell like a waterfall, and to Milian, it looked more beautiful than anything in the world. Even if someone offered a museum full of jewels, he wouldn’t trade it for a single strand of Reshu’s hair.

It was only a dream, but Milian didn’t want Reshu to hurt. He wanted her to be happy. Every time Reshu couldn’t hold back her moans and felt pleasure throughout her body, Milian’s chest burned with fiery emotion. He wanted her to be happy. He didn’t know why she tried to hold back her moans, but he wished she would let herself be overtaken by pleasure and make sweet sounds.

He felt he could do anything for that. An unfamiliar, wild feeling swept over Milian, so intense it surprised even him. Anything, he could do. If Reshu was happy. Anything. He would give everything.

Afraid it might hurt, Milian entered Reshu very slowly. Reshu kept flinching, her delicate shoulders trembling in agony. Worried she was in pain, Milian soothed her, caressing her br*asts and kissing her exposed shoulder.

…While Milian did this, Reshu wanted to kick his shin out of irritation at his slowness. The slow penetration was t*rture. Having something that brought pleasure pushed inside her, and having to accept it so slowly—it was mental torment.

The slow pace made her shiver with pleasure but also kept snapping her back to reality. She felt shame and self-loathing, but couldn’t escape; if she tried to deny reality, pleasure would crash over her again, forcing her to taste its sweetness.

Meanwhile, Milian was terribly skilled and gentle, not leaving her sensitive n*pples or vulnerable skin alone. The soft sounds of kisses on her nape and shoulder tickled Reshu’s ears. The fact that Milian was behind her, looking down and doing this, was constantly reinforced by those kisses.

His hands kneading her chest, the kisses raining on her nape, and the heavy pleasure of being filled all struck Reshu at once, driving her to the brink. She almost wanted to ask if he was deliberately tormenting her.

“…Nng.”

Milian’s slow movement as he entered Reshu finally came to a halt. It felt surreal. Reshu herself was well aware of her rather small build. Just by the sensation, she could guess Milian’s ‘size’, and yet she couldn’t understand how it could all fit inside her belly. It seemed almost as if he had used some space-distorting magic.

“….”

For a moment, Milian said nothing from behind Reshu. The silence felt ominous. And that uneasy feeling proved correct.

“Sorry, Reshu. I’ll lift you up.”

Then, with a powerful grip, Milian lifted Reshu entirely and laid her upper body over the desk. Pens rolled noisily across the tabletop.

There was more than a two-hand span difference in their heights. Until just before, Reshu had been leaning slightly over Milian’s desk, standing with her upper body bent. She had unconsciously risen onto her tiptoes, but that wasn’t nearly enough to make up for their height difference.

Perhaps Milian, who had been trying to adjust by bending his own body, decided he could no longer manage. But that thought didn’t last; Reshu couldn’t think at all anymore.

Her upper body was sprawled over the desk, her lower body floating in the air with her feet not touching the ground. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t plant her feet. The only thing supporting Reshu’s lower half was Milian’s penetration. Then Milian twisted both of Reshu’s hands behind her waist and gripped her wrists as if binding them.

“If you move, you might get hurt… so don’t move.”

Milian’s whisper was low and unfamiliar. It was an oddly gentle warning, but his grip was the problem. He seemed to hold lightly, but to Reshu, it felt as if he might crush her wrists.

She wanted to yell at him to let go, to struggle, but no words came out, and her flailing feet only swept through empty air. In that state, Milian pressed down over her.

“…Hng…!”

Feeling herself pierced mercilessly below, all Reshu could do was hold back her tears. Even her tears wouldn’t obey her, and soon a thin drop rolled down her cheek.

‘I hate this. Why does this feel good? Isn’t this crazy? Why is this supposed to be good? It doesn’t make sense. What am I enjoying….’

The wet, sticky sounds mercilessly assaulted Reshu’s ears. She knew all too well that those sounds were made by her own fluids accepting the man’s intrusion, and she wanted to escape from that noise. How long had it been since her drenched underwear was removed, and yet she was already so wet again?

She tried to move her hands, but it was impossible now. Milian only held her down lightly, yet no matter how much she gestured or struggled, she couldn’t escape. Reshu couldn’t move her upper body forward or backward. She was pinned, fixed in place by Milian.

How long would this last? Probably, until it was over.

‘When, just when will this end…?’

Reshu could tell that the storm of sensations raging through her body was no ordinary thing. The pleasure she’d tasted earlier with just a little rubbing while still wearing her underwear was nothing compared to this. Strange sensations filled her fingertips and toes. Even Milian’s breathing, his panting, sounded electrifying and made it impossible to keep her mind clear.

“Mm, hng…!”

‘Don’t make a sound, don’t make a sound.’

She repeated this to herself, but couldn’t suppress it all. Her lower body twitched and responded on its own, as if seeking even more pleasure from Milian. Even when she tried to stay still, her hips kept moving, and even though she didn’t want to feel it, pleasure kept coming.

Why did she ever start this? How did it end up like this? Thinking about it now was pointless. She only wished Milian would believe it was all just a ‘dream’ after it was over.

Milian’s grip on her wrists and the force driving into her showed no sign of weakening. If anything, it grew rougher and stronger. Even as she tried to hold onto her sanity, three thoughts flashed through Reshu’s mind at once.

‘If Milian realizes this isn’t a dream, what happens then?’

And,

‘Milian said the real Reshu wouldn’t like this, so the more I react like I enjoy it, the more he’ll believe it can’t be real.’

And,

‘No, I can’t take it anymore…!’

“Aah, hng, mm, mm!”

Just after these thoughts raced through her mind, Reshu’s lips released a moan soaked in tingling pleasure.

Startled by her own expl*cit, shameless sound, Reshu wanted to cover her mouth with her hands. But her hands were trapped in Milian’s grip. She bit her lip, but once the moans escaped, she couldn’t hold them back.

“Aah, hng, mm! Hng, mm, mm…!”

For a moment, she thought she heard Milian laugh softly. She couldn’t tell if it was real or imagined, but his thrusts became rougher, plunging deeper into her. Holding her wrists down, Milian exhaled with a heavy breath.

“Hng, mm! Hng! Ah… ah! Hng! Ah, ah!”

With loud, shameless sounds, Milian slammed his body into Reshu. The object filling her belly moved so fiercely that Reshu felt she might faint. The pleasure sleeping deep inside her responded wildly to Milian’s rough penetration. Each time he drove in, unbearable pleasure exploded deep within her.

“Haa, mm! Mm, mm! Hng, hng, mm, mm…!”

As if trying to cling to the last shred of sanity, Reshu clenched her fist tightly. But it was pointless. Her fist grasped only empty air. And this was her current state: her underwear, soaked with her own fluids, hung loosely around her left ankle, while her excited, wet body accepted the man’s intrusion.