Chapter 5.2

Still wearing a skeptical expression, Dania hesitantly began to move her hand along his shaft. Fixing her gaze on Luel’s face, as if to observe the ripples caused by her actions, she continued the motion.

When a man gets aroused, his member swells like this, and if consistent stimulation continues, the arousal builds and builds until he eventually climaxes—right?

But there wasn’t much progress. By now, Luel’s hand had pulled away, leaving her to move on her own. Yet, despite the repetitive motion, his expression showed only faint ripples, with no significant changes.

Her movements quickened. Her grip grew tighter. Though the continued stimulation caused the shaft to throb and swell slightly, Dania, too engrossed in the unfamiliar act, failed to notice.

Is he really not getting aroused? Or maybe he’s aroused but not enough to climax? Is it because it’s me?

As always, Dania had fallen for the clever trap of the wish bet, letting Luel manipulate her into this situation.

Unaware that her actions were problematic, Dania focused entirely on stroking Luel’s shaft. Hoping to see signs of excitement on his face, she moved her hand more firmly, more deliberately. Yet, Luel, seemingly unfazed, even lifted one corner of his lips into a subtle smile.

Unbeknownst to her, that smile was Luel’s desperate attempt to maintain his composure. Frustrated, Dania directed her gaze downward. That cursed wish bet—why was it stirring a competitive spirit in her, enough to make her confront the male anatomy she had avoided all this time?

And then…

“…Huh?”

“What?”

“There’s… something leaking out.”

Because of their close proximity, Dania’s view was filled with the swollen head of his member. At its center, a small groove was oozing clear fluid, forming tiny droplets.

“Ah…”

Luel replied in a languid tone.

“That’s nothing. See? It’s clear.”

“Really?”

“It’s just a natural reaction, like you said.”

“…”

His nonchalant response dampened Dania’s spirits a little.

So he was aroused earlier. He did feel good.

Is it just that men and women are different?

Unable to argue otherwise, Dania clamped her mouth shut and resumed her movements. Though she had grown accustomed to the motion, she couldn’t bring herself to meet the head of his shaft with her gaze, keeping her eyes slightly averted.

‘…This is driving me crazy.’

Looking down at the top of Dania’s head, her lips slightly pouting, Luel struggled to suppress a smile.

She had been so excited just moments ago, chattering about what she saw, only to deflate when he dismissed it.

Even while engaging in something so indecent, she managed to look adorable.

And now, seemingly fueled by stubbornness, her movements quickened. Her grip tightened around his shaft. The sensation of her slender fingers wrapping around him and stroking back and forth forced Luel to repeatedly suppress the urge to release.

The sound of bare skin brushing against bare skin filled the room. Occasionally, there was the muffled sound of Luel swallowing a groan, but Dania, too focused on her task, failed to notice.

The shaft, thick enough to fill her hand completely, seemed to grow even harder under her grip. Yet, aside from a slight slickness at the tip, there was no significant change. Her arms and hands began to ache, her strength waning with each movement.

If this is just a natural reaction, like what I felt… could it be…?

Dania’s thumb hesitantly brushed against the groove at the tip. As she slid it along the viscous fluid, spreading it over the head…

“Ugh.”

Luel swallowed hard, barely holding back his release. The sudden wave of pleasure that surged from the head to the base of his shaft nearly overwhelmed him.

“Dani.”

Clenching his teeth, Luel forced his voice to remain as soft as possible.

“Your arms must be tired, right?”

“N-no.”

Her denial, spoken with a flushed nose, was clearly a lie. Though she pretended otherwise, her movements were slowing.

“This isn’t working.”

Though it clearly was, Luel pretended otherwise.

“Maybe you should increase the stimulation.”

“Increase it? H-how?”

In truth, Dania’s grip strength had already reached its limit. For someone whose exercise routine consisted of carrying heavy textbooks, anything more was impossible.

“I want to hear your… naughty sounds.”

“W-what? …Ah!”

“Yeah, like that…”

Luel’s low chuckle brushed pleasantly against her ear.

Somehow, his hand had slipped between her thighs. Beneath the tunic, her bare skin offered no resistance to his intrusion.

As Luel’s face drew closer, his lips began to tease her ear, while his other hand cupped her chest.

“Ah… ngh, mmph.”

The moment she instinctively suppressed the moan escaping her lips, an oddly brilliant idea flashed through Dania’s mind.

Their bet was about Luel holding out, not Dania. Besides, if her moans made it harder for Luel to endure, wouldn’t that just put him at a disadvantage? After all, she had already shown him plenty of embarrassing sights, so there was nothing holding her back.

“Ahh… mm…”

Dania, gripping Luel’s core tightly, let herself be swept away by the sensations Luel poured into her with his hands and mouth, leaning his body toward hers.

The kisses trailing down the hollow behind her ear caused goosebumps to rise on her nape. When her n*pples were pinched through the rough texture of fabric, the sensation spread down to her lower belly, pooling into a heat below her navel. And then, his hand invaded her entrance, teasing her moist inner walls.

“Dani, your hand…”

“Mm… ah…”

It wasn’t entirely wrong to say that her moans excited him further. The shaft in her hand began to twitch. It seemed to grow larger, and the veins that bulged along its surface appeared to pulse.

“…Mm.”

Finally, Luel captured Dania’s lips. It was as soft as it had been that day, yet somehow more fervent. He bit her lower lip, slipping his tongue into her reflexively parted mouth, tangling it with hers. The thick muscle filled her mouth, making Dania’s breath hitch in her throat.

Meanwhile, Luel’s hand, which had been teasing her entrance, shifted to move from the front. As he traced along her folds, wet with arousal, his fingers brushed against her cl*toris, now swollen and peeking out from its hood.

“Ahh…!”

Her moan, muffled within Luel’s mouth, caused his member to jerk noticeably. Trying to forget the tingling arousal spreading from her toes, Dania busied herself with stroking him. Her feet rubbed together as her toes curled, and the tension in her legs caused Luel’s hand, wedged between them, to press harder against her.

Dania began gripping Luel’s shaft with both hands, as if it were a lifeline.

“Ugh, Dani.”

Barely holding back the overwhelming urge to release, Luel pulled away. As their lips parted, a thread of saliva stretched between them, trailing down to his chin.

Dania’s lips, still connected to his, were particularly red. Perhaps because he had sucked and nibbled on them so much, they were swollen, reminiscent of her flushed skin from that day. Her cheeks were even more flushed, her face glowing with the heat of her ragged breaths.

Her pupils, faintly unfocused, her expression dazed—this was only the second time she had experienced such sensations, and her eyes reflected the unfamiliarity of it. Tears clung to her lashes, her cheeks flushed even deeper, and her breath warmed his lips.

“Ah…”

The shaft gripped in Dania’s hands swelled even more. Though it lacked joints, it twitched and pulsed as if it had a will of its own, a strange and fascinating sight.

“Dani, isn’t this uncomfortable for you…?”

If he asked if it was uncomfortable, well, everything was uncomfortable. She had used the bet as an excuse, but the act itself was far from comfortable. Even though Luel bent his back to match her height, kissing him with her head tilted upward was no easy feat. Standing on tiptoe while he held her most sensitive area, and having her chest pressed against the wall—it was all uncomfortable.

But to stop everything here, to give up on the bet… that was another matter.

As Dania hesitated to answer, Luel bent his waist, and her view suddenly shifted upward.

“L-Luel…!”

“Ah, Dani, you’re already so wet. The smell is… intoxicating.”

“…Ugh.”

Luel had lifted Dania and slung her over one of his shoulders. His free hand slowly caressed her rear, and the area he had been teasing earlier trembled in response to his touch. Her pelvis rested on his shoulder, causing her hips to part slightly. The cool air slipping into the gap heightened the sensitivity of her entrance.

Luel carried her to her bed, just a few steps away. The modest space, separated from the living area only by a wardrobe and bookshelf, was simple and unadorned.

He laid Dania on the small bed, propping her against the headboard, before diving toward her without hesitation.

“W-what are you doing…?!”

“Mm, your moans are nice, but I think I’ll get even more aroused if I see you undressed.”

The words, “It’s not because you’re holding back,” lingered on the tip of Dania’s tongue but went unsaid. Luel had already pulled her tunic over her head and begun trailing kisses along her neck. The soft, wet sounds of his lips brushing against her skin reached her ears, followed by the sensation of his pointed tongue tracing from beneath her ear to her collarbone.

“Hah…”

The damp, slippery texture made the fine hairs on Dania’s neck stand on end.

“Ah, Dani…”

Luel’s voice, tinged with a sigh, wrapped around her ear, now slick with his saliva.

“Touch me.”

“Ah, okay…”

“It hurts when you don’t.”

His voice carried a faint, pleading tone. Momentarily forgetting the nature of their bet, Dania quickly grabbed Luel’s member. The first touch had been difficult, but the second came easily. She wrapped one hand around the base and the other around the shaft, moving them up and down.