Chapter 2.3

“Ah! Ngh! Hng!”

Each time Luel’s tongue pushed against the sensitive spot, Dania’s hips jerked involuntarily. The sensations flowing through her folds were so overwhelming that she couldn’t even catch her breath properly. Her head tilted back as she gasped for air, her throat quivering with broken breaths.

The unfamiliar sensations coursing through her body made her feel as though she was malfunctioning, and the fear of it overwhelmed her. Her delicate fingers instinctively reached out to stop him, tangling in his pink hair, but his head didn’t budge.

In the end, Dania whimpered and pressed her curled toes against the sofa, as if trying to ground herself. The heat that had spread from her lower body to her thighs and knees seemed to pool in her soles. As if hoping to dissipate that heat, she rubbed her feet against the sofa, trembling all the while.

“Luel… stop… ah… please…”

Her movements were more like flailing than deliberate resistance, but Luel paid them no mind and continued his focus on her. Her pale thighs, which contrasted with her otherwise pristine demeanor, her trembling folds, the small, glistening opening leaking sweet liquid, the untouched red inner flesh, the delicate folds that wouldn’t stop quivering, the light-colored pubic hair that matched her sunlit locks, and the sensitive nub that flushed with every touch—all of it captivated him.

With a slurping sound, Luel sucked on her folds, determined to drink every drop that leaked from her. When his tongue finally pushed inside, her inner walls, slick with moisture, clung to him as if to pull him deeper.

Ah, perhaps it was a good thing they decided against full penetration.

As he momentarily relished the sensation of her walls tightening around his tongue, Luel sighed in relief, realizing he had nearly lost control.

He focused on the warm, constricting sensation as he pushed further in. His lips pressed against her folds, his teeth grazing her sensitive nub, and even his sharp nose occasionally nudging her cl*toris.

“Hng… ah… ah…”

Dania could only tilt her head back and squeeze her eyes shut, trembling uncontrollably. Her hips, which had been jerking against him, were now pinned down by Luel’s grip. When she tried to keep her feet firmly pressed against the sofa, her unsupported knees began to shake.

The heat pooling beneath her navel and in her toes seemed to build into an unstoppable wave of sensation. Curious yet terrified of being swept away, she tried to resist, clenching her folds instinctively.

“Dania.”

“Hng… ah…”

“You’re squeezing my tongue so tightly. Are you sure you don’t like it?”

“I… I don’t… ngh… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

As always, she couldn’t be honest. One corner of Luel’s lips curled into a sly smile before one of his fingers slid inside her. His thick, calloused finger, honed by years of swordsmanship, curled slightly to graze her inner walls.

“Ah… hng!”

“That’s strange. You’re gripping so tightly.”

His feigned innocence was infuriating. Before she realized it, a second finger joined the first, and the slickness inside her created wet, squelching sounds as he moved them.

“What about this?”

“You… said you wouldn’t… ah… ngh… put it in!”

“It’s just my fingers. Dania, intercourse is the joining of two bodies, so this doesn’t count as losing your purity. Right?”

“No… stop… ah…”

The sensation of being filled, combined with Luel’s casual tone as he spoke of their indecent act, was unbearable.

Dania tried to pull her hips away from him as if to escape, but her strength failed her, leaving her unable to move. Instead, her involuntary reaction caused her to press her hips down, drawing Luel’s fingers even deeper into her. In response, Luel’s hand gripped her most sensitive area firmly. His thumb pressed against her cl*toris, while his fingers inside her pushed against the delicate folds of her inner walls.

“Ah…!”

Dania trembled helplessly, like a fish caught on a spear, unable to do anything but endure the overwhelming sensations. The tingling, dizzying stimulation from both inside and out made it impossible for her to control her body.

As the sensations layered over one another, an unbearable tension began to build within her. It felt as though she might lose control completely, her lower body threatening to collapse under the sharp waves of pleasure. She wanted to resist, but the urge to surrender to the feeling was equally overwhelming.

Fireworks seemed to explode before her eyes and in her mind, her rationality melting away with each passing moment.

At some point, Dania curled up like a cat, lying on her side and sobbing softly.

“Please… stop… ah… ngh…”

Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and the fear of this unfamiliar sensation caused her to curl up even tighter. However, her unintended reaction only made things worse. The thick thumb between her thighs pressed against her overheated flesh, while the fingers inside her continued to move, sending her vision flashing white.

“Stop… please… I said… ah…!”

She began to feel a sense of resentment. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she glared at her childhood friend through her watery gaze.

When their eyes met in the air, something seemed to spur Luel on, making his movements even faster.

“Ah! Ah… ngh!”

“When you see chocolate cookies, you act like you don’t want them, saying greed is bad, but when I give them to you, you always eat them all.”

“T-that’s…”

“You’re always like that.”

“Ah… ngh…”

“You like it, but you always say you don’t.”

“I-it’s not… ah…”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

“Nngh… ah…”

“Your nose always turns red.”

“I don’t… ah… I said stop…!”

“Do you like it?”

Dania’s pride prevented her from answering, her voice dissolving into a moan that crumbled in her throat.

Luel looked down at her with a satisfied smile, his heart swelling at the sight before him.

Her cute face, usually hidden behind her glasses, was now flushed a deep red. Her green eyes, reminiscent of the lush garden of the Marchento Earldom where they had often wandered together, were misty with unshed tears. It was all too clear that the pleasure he had given her had overwhelmed her completely.

The blouse that always seemed to choke her up to her neck was now undone to her navel, revealing her ample chest. Her creamy, flawless skin bore the traces of his touch, and her n*pples, now slightly hardened, stood out more prominently than when he had first touched them.

Below that, her navy-blue skirt, hastily pushed up, was wrinkled and disheveled. In stark contrast to the fabric, her pale hips, as white as her neck and as full as her chest, were exposed. Between them, the flushed pink of her inner flesh peeked through, her small opening twitching as if seeking more stimulation with every movement of his fingers.

It was all far beyond anything he could have imagined.

“You’re so beautiful, Dania.” 

Luel murmured.

Ignoring the discomfort of his own arousal, which had been building for far longer than she realized, he spread her legs and buried his face between them. The place she had tried so hard to close off yielded easily under the persistent strokes of his tongue, revealing her vulnerable inner flesh.

He devoured her greedily, licking up the wetness that trickled from her entrance and teasing her cl*toris without pause. He nibbled lightly with his teeth, scraped the surface gently, sucked hard with his lips, and pressed firmly against the base with his tongue.

“Ah! Ngh… ah!”

Even as his hands pressed against her sensitive skin, the touch was so gentle that the ticklish sensation made her squirm uncontrollably.

The pleasure Luel brought her felt like an unrelenting storm. Dania couldn’t tell whether it was good, ticklish, or painful. Completely overwhelmed by the sensations, she could only sob softly, her hips twitching involuntarily and her legs trembling helplessly as her strength drained away.

It felt as though her ears were submerged underwater, her body floating aimlessly in the middle of a vast ocean. The only thing that existed in that space was herself and the part of her body that Luel was focused on.

Even as she tried to endure, holding back again and again, the inevitable moment arrived. The heat that had built up in her toes and fingertips exploded, her vision flashing white.

“Ah… ngh… ah…”

As the climax rippled through her, Dania sobbed uncontrollably. Tears that had gathered in her eyes spilled down her temples.

It was a fleeting moment of release, accompanied by the shame of her body’s involuntary reaction and the realization that her childhood friend, Luel Marchento, was the one responsible for it. A sense of guilt weighed heavily on her.

As the tension that had gripped her body finally subsided, leaving her drained, Dania struggled to catch her breath.

“Ah… ah…”

But just as she began to recover, a fresh wave of stimulation hit her already sensitive body.

“Ah! Ngh… what… ah… what are you doing…?!”

Half-rising, she tried to look down at what was happening, but she didn’t need to see to know that Luel hadn’t moved away from her. His mouth was still firmly attached to her.

“Stop… please… ah…”

Her delicate fingers pushed weakly against his head, but it was no use.

“Ah…!”

The overstimulation on her already sensitive skin felt like fire. Each time Luel licked her folds or cl*toris, Dania was pushed closer to another sharp edge of pleasure.

“I told you.”

“Ngh!”

“This is nothing compared to the real thing.”

“S-stop… it’s too much… ah…!”

No matter what she said, Luel continued to lavish attention on her, his tongue sliding along her folds and drinking in everything she had to offer. The lewd sounds of his actions filled the air, each one only adding to her embarrassment. He seemed determined not to miss a single drop as he indulged in her completely.

“You’re wet again, Dania.” 

It was no surprise. The places he had touched and kissed were already flushed and swollen, and his persistent attention had only deepened the lingering waves of her climax.

“Ah… only I get to taste this.”

And so, he continued to lap up her essence, triggering yet another climax, which in turn caused her to tremble and release more of her fluids.

That night, Dania eventually passed out after experiencing several climaxes in succession. Lost in the whirlwind of unfamiliar sensations, she was unaware of anything else. For instance, she didn’t notice that Luel, whose arousal had been painfully evident all night, had quietly found his own release multiple times. Nor did she realize that he had carried her unconscious form to his bed, where he watched her for a long time before finally succumbing to his own exhaustion.