Chapter 5.3

“Ah… mmph!”

Meanwhile, Luel’s hands teased her thighs and folds, while his lips found her ample chest. Because Dania was holding his member with both hands, her arms pressed her br*asts together, creating a cleavage that Luel buried his face in, inhaling her scent deeply.

“Ah, this is amazing… We should’ve done this sooner.”

His lips left marks as they sucked on both sides of her chest. He buried his face in the valley between her br*asts, licking along the curves before focusing on the hardened peaks. He left tiny kisses along the darker skin before gently biting and sucking on her n*pples.

“Ahh… mm…”

The hand that had been teasing her thighs and folds finally reached her most intimate area. He spread her outer lips with one hand, exposing the flushed inner walls that quivered in the cool air. As he nibbled and licked her n*pples, her entrance twitched in response to the stimulation.

Ah, Dani, the taste lingering on my hand earlier—it must’ve been from those moments you spent alone on this bed. 

Imagining her secret moments, Luel began to move his hands.

One hand spread her folds apart, while the other teased her sensitive inner walls. Every time he sucked on her chest, her small entrance quivered and released slick fluids, which he spread across her folds. When he finally brushed against her cl*toris, her hips jerked involuntarily.

“Ahh! Mm… ahh!”

The stimulation caused tears to well up in Dania’s eyes again.

Ah, yes, this is what it feels like.

Luel continued to suck on her n*pples, teasing the base and the tip with his tongue. The faint pleasure that started there rippled across her chest, building and layering until the heat pooled below her navel. The tingling sensation in her lower body, heightened by his touch, began to resonate throughout her entire lower half.

The intensity of the sensation was so overwhelming that thoughts of the bet had completely evaporated from her mind. Her navel pulsed, her legs trembled uncontrollably, and Dania could only cling desperately to Luel’s manhood to maintain some semblance of stability.

“Ah! Mm… ahh…”

Even her upper body refused to cooperate. Her breath hitched in her throat, and moans she hadn’t intended escaped her lips. She tilted her head back as far as she could, but it did nothing to change the situation. Finally, Dania removed one hand from Luel’s shaft to cover her mouth.

Though she had never considered the dormitory’s soundproofing to be an issue, it was better to be cautious.

“Ahh! Mm… ah!”

Summoning every ounce of her remaining rationality, Dania clung desperately to Luel’s manhood, surrendering to the waves of pleasure crashing over her lower body.

When Luel noticed her legs trembling and drawing together, just as they had a few days ago, he realized he couldn’t hold back any longer. One hand pressed firmly against her cl*toris, pinching, grazing, and rubbing it, while the other plunged three fingers into her entrance, scraping against her inner walls. Soon, his hand was soaked with the warm fluid from her core, but he didn’t stop.

“Stop…” 

The word lingered in Dania’s mouth, muffled by her hand, unable to reach Luel. Instead, he lowered himself and began greedily licking the slick arousal from her folds. Dania didn’t notice, but he was just as aroused, his tip glistening with prec*m. His actions were as much about satisfying his own desires as they were about hers.

Each time her sensitive folds, already tingling from the stimulation, brushed against his lips, she felt herself climaxing uncontrollably.

“Ah! Mm… ahh!”

Dania covered her mouth with both hands, surrendering her body to the overwhelming pleasure. Her flushed, swollen flesh pressed against Luel’s lips, teeth, nose, and tongue, each contact sending waves of relentless ecstasy through her.

The sensation was so intense it felt as if her skin might melt. Her cl*toris burned with sensitivity, and Dania found herself twisting her legs in an attempt to escape. But Luel’s large hands held her firmly in place, preventing any retreat. Still, she struggled desperately to pull away.

“Dani.”

At that moment, Luel slowly lifted his head. Beyond her golden pubic mound and the curve of her br*asts, he saw Dania’s flushed face, drenched in both pleasure and embarrassment, her hands covering her mouth. Her chest rose and fell with her ragged breaths, partially obscuring her face. Her tear-filled eyes, lashes glistening with droplets, were even more alluring than they had been that day.

Experiencing all of this while fully conscious made the sensations even more vivid than before. Her face even held a hint of resentment.

“Maybe I should have made the bet about you holding back instead.”

A small hiccup escaped from Dania.

“You’re the only one who’s finished.”

“I… ah… that’s…”

“I haven’t even started yet.”

Dania felt a pang of injustice. Who had asked him to go this far? Even if he wanted to hear her moans, this was too much. It wasn’t as though it had been unpleasant. In fact, she had been longing for the sensations she had experienced a few days ago, but she hadn’t asked for this. His criticism felt unfair.

“So, Dani,”

Luel said, his voice softening as he leaned closer to her.

“Should we try something more stimulating?”

“More stimulating…?”

“Like putting it in and trying to hold back as long as possible.”

“Ah…”

“Most people can’t hold back during that, so it’s probably the hardest thing to endure, don’t you think?”

Though s*x was usually about reaching climax, Luel spoke as if it were a handicap for their bet, confusing Dania even more.

“Well? Dani?”

Luel leaned in so close that she could see the shape of his lips as he formed the words. 

Was he saying he wanted to do this with me? Because of the bet? Or because he wanted to do it with someone—anyone—right now?

Dania couldn’t even blink. She had wondered about this every time she thought about Luel over the past few days. Even now, despite the lingering tingling in her lower body from the climax he had pushed her to, there was an itch deep inside her walls that remained unsatisfied.

But…

“You were curious too, weren’t you?”

“…”

“That’s why you touched yourself, dripping wet, wasn’t it?”

“Ah!”

Luel smirked as he ran his fingers through the slick arousal dripping from Dania, his voice gentle but his words anything but.

“It’s not like the priests force celibacy on anyone. As long as you’re not promiscuous, isn’t it fine?”

His coaxing tone was accompanied by a deepening smile. His blue eyes held a strangely desperate glint.

Until the day before, he had been determined to wait until Dania was ready for their next step. But the moment he saw her heading toward the dormitory with the assistant instructor, he couldn’t think of anything else but giving himself to her as soon as possible. This wasn’t how he had planned it, but if he could convince her to take responsibility for his first time by becoming the Countess of Marchento, she wouldn’t have any reason to be curious about other men.

Yes. That’s what Luel had been thinking as he stood outside Dormitory 17, watching her window until sunset, scanning for any signs of another presence.

Though his fears proved unfounded, the plan that had formed in his mind refused to disappear. If Dania had awakened to her sexuality, then he would be the one to satisfy her curiosity.

Kind, sweet Dania, who always gave in to his persuasion, would belong to him and him alone.

“Dani, since we’ve already started…”

“No.”

Just as he was about to begin his full persuasion, her unexpected and firm refusal stopped him in his tracks.

“I don’t want to do it with you.”

“Dani, that’s…”

“What, so I can just become another notch in your belt because of a silly bet?”

Her sharp response caught him off guard.

For the first time, Luel noticed her reddened eyes. Unlike the tears that had previously been a purely physical reaction, these carried her emotions. And those emotions were heavy.

Over the past few days, Dania had thought about Luel more than she cared to admit. She had dismissed her thoughts as sinful, lustful fantasies, but the truth was, they all revolved around him.

〈Dania, ah, this is so beautiful. It’s as red as your cheeks.〉

〈Dania, you’re so sweet.〉

That day, Luel Marchento’s voice had been so gentle, so tender.

Currently, the voice of Luel, who was caressing her in bed, resonated in a way Dania hadn’t heard in nearly twenty years. It was enough to make her wonder if he cherished her as more than a friend.

The warmth in his eyes as he looked down at her writhing in pleasure, the low voice that reassured her it wasn’t strange, the gentle smile on his face—everything about him made her question whether his feelings for her were different from what they had always been.

But that couldn’t be true. For Luel, this was nothing special. Wasn’t it precisely because he always spoke and acted this way that so many ladies followed him around? Wasn’t it because, like her, they couldn’t forget the nights they shared with him?

That’s why Dania had focused solely on the sensations during that drunken escapade, leaving her emotions out of it. It wasn’t about feeling loved. It was about the overwhelming pleasure that struck her in places she never paid attention to unless it was that time of the month.

It wasn’t Luel’s kindness that captivated her but his relentless attention to her sensitive spots. Even now, the way he devoured her essence as if it were nectar, the way he kissed her as if he couldn’t breathe without her—it was all unfair.

The way he caressed her as if she were the most precious thing in the world was cruel to someone like her, who had no experience with anyone else.

“…I don’t want this.”