Chapter 5.4

“…”

“For you, this is just one of many nights, but for me, it’s my first.”

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her lips pouting involuntarily.

“It’s not that I dislike you. It’s not like I’m trying to back out now, claiming purity. And it’s not because I have some naive dream of saving my first time for my wedding night.”

Dania continued, unaware that Luel was the one who held such naive dreams.

“It’s just… no matter how you frame it, this feels unfair.”

“…”

She already disliked the situation enough as it was and didn’t want to carry this uncomfortable feeling any further.

But Luel’s reaction was entirely unexpected. Despite her rejection, his face lit up with a strange sense of relief.

“So, as long as it’s not about being one of many, it’s fine?”

“What?”

“If everything I’ve done so far has only been with you, would that be enough?”

“What are you talking about?”

Dania realized there was yet another thing she didn’t know about Luel—his ability to say the most absurd things with a straight face.

Regardless of her astonished expression, Luel slowly moved back and knelt. Dania, trying to avoid looking at his still-er*ect manhood, sat up as well.

Luel brought his three fingers together and placed them on his forehead in a gesture of prayer to the Holy Spirit.

“I swear on the blade of the Holy Spirit. I’ve never done this before.”

“What?”

Dania’s green eyes widened in disbelief at his unexpected words.

“You’re my first.”

“…”

“Everything—kissing, undressing, touching, asking to be touched, holding your chest, pleasuring you, saying those crude things—all of it.”

For the first time that day, Luel’s blue eyes shone with a clarity that had been absent until now.

“Now and forever, it’s only you.”

Dania swallowed hard. There was something odd about his last words, but she couldn’t help but believe him.

The oath sworn on the blade of the Holy Spirit was absolute, capable of discerning even the subtlest differences between truth and lies, guilt and innocence.

The blade of the Holy Spirit was used during the ordination exams for priesthood candidates and served as a witness during confessions to priests. Even the most notorious swindlers and criminals wouldn’t dare lie while invoking the blade of the Holy Spirit.

Naturally, the atmosphere grew solemn. In the silence that followed, Dania managed to speak.

“Do you… really want to do this?”

“Dani, I’ve waited my whole life.”

Luel replied with a self-deprecating tone, hoping to appear as pitiful as possible. His blue eyes and cherry-blossom-colored lashes seemed to tremble with sorrow.

Though Dania couldn’t fully grasp his words, they were true. What he had been waiting for was not the act of being with her but the moment she was ready to hear his confession. Either way, it was true that he had waited his entire life.

“But I can’t wait anymore…”

The corners of Luel’s thick eyebrows drooped, giving him the look of a forlorn puppy. Dania’s resolve softened instantly, as it always did.

Could it really be true? Was this his first time too?

Dania glanced downward, her gaze meeting Luel’s manhood. Her eyes froze as she took it in. Though her hands were familiar with it from holding it earlier, seeing it with her eyes was entirely different. The sheer thickness was intimidating, matching the narrowest part of her wrist.

Its dark color contrasted starkly with his pale skin and pink hair, and its surface was lined with prominent veins, making it appear almost grotesque. The swollen tip glistened with prec*m, and as her gaze lingered, it twitched as if it had a will of its own.

“Ah!”

Startled, Dania flinched as it moved. Seeing her reaction, Luel’s heart skipped a beat with delight.

Ah, she’s so cute. Even the way she softened when he pretended to be pitiful was endearing beyond words.

“Dani.”

Luel put on an even more pitiful expression, continuing his act.

“I’ve waited my whole life to give you my first. And you’re here, wanting something more intimate.”

Luel leaned in, nuzzling his nose against the nape of her neck. His low voice, laced with a playful charm, tickled her ear as he tried to persuade her.

Dania’s heart pounded uncontrollably.

“I can do it well. So, please?”

His large hand gently caressed her waist, hips, and thighs. Though he wanted to continue pleasuring her, fearing she might have cooled off during their serious conversation, he knew he had to hold back to make his case.

“Dani, please? You enjoyed it too, didn’t you? That’s why you thought of me when you touched yourself. My fingers are thicker than yours, and so is this. Right?”

“…”

“You can ask for two wishes if you want. How about that?”

“Well…”

As Luel began planting kisses along her neck, Dania murmured in a small, hesitant voice.

“Fine…”

“Really?”

Luel’s face lit up as he leaned in closer, placing his hands on either side of her. The usually aloof and cold Luel Marchento, known for his icy demeanor on campus, now wore a boyish grin, his expression brimming with pure delight.

The fact that Luel’s radiant smile was because she had allowed him to enter her and move was overwhelming for Dania. Still, she gave a short nod. There were too many things to process—Luel’s lack of experience, the fact that she was about to go further with him, and his rare, fervent attempts to persuade her. Her thoughts were practically paralyzed with confusion.

“Ah, Dani…”

Luel buried his face in her neck, showering her with kisses. Meanwhile, his quick hands worked to remove his shirt and pants, which fell with soft thuds to the floor beside the bed.

“You can make five wishes. No, ten. No, just make them all.”

Pecks and deep kisses trailed from her ear to the curve where her neck met her shoulder, down to her collarbone, the soft skin beneath her arms, and the swell of her chest. His lips left light kisses and occasional deep marks, as though branding her, down to her ribs and the underside of her br*asts.

“Ah, Dani, you’re so pale…”

His voice carried such intense possessiveness that Dania felt as if her skin was burning under his touch.

“Luel.”

At her call, Luel lifted his upper body slightly. The sight of his broad shoulders and well-defined muscles made her heart race.

The sheer masculinity of him, paired with the way he looked at her as though she were the most beautiful thing in the world, was difficult to get used to. Flustered, Dania blurted out clumsily.

“Just… hurry up and do it.”

Instead of answering, Luel’s lips wrapped around her already hardened n*pple, sucking deeply.

“Luel, ah… stop!”

Even as he kept her br*ast in his mouth, Luel raised his eyes to look at her.

“They say it hurts the first time. But since you’ve dried up from being startled…”

“I don’t care!”

Unaware of the pain awaiting her, Dania impatiently urged him on. She was flustered by his consideration—it was unlike him. Luel had always been a reliable friend, but now they were engaging in something far more intimate.

It almost felt as though he had genuinely liked her for a long time.

“You said we should do it because I was curious, didn’t you?”

“Hmm…”

Luel chuckled and sat up.

For him, this was a moment he had waited for over ten years. Every part of it was precious. But Dania, clearly unused to the situation, seemed eager to get it over with, as if she didn’t want it to resemble anything romantic.

He understood. He had spent so many years pretending to be nothing more than a childhood friend, not wanting to burden her with his feelings.

Suppressing his emotions, Luel reverted to his teasing demeanor.

“All right. If my Dani feels empty down there, then…”

“Don’t say it like that…!”

Luel’s hand slid along her folds, which had dried slightly during their conversation. But as his fingers teased her entrance, the lingering tremors of pleasure returned, and her natural wetness began to flow again. He inserted a finger, gently scraping her inner walls, causing her juices to trickle out.

Positioning his swollen tip at her entrance, he rubbed against her folds a few times. Dania’s expression shifted between anticipation and nervousness.

“Dani, are you sure it’s okay if I go in?”

“Just… hurry up!”

The moment Luel finally pushed the head of his length into her entrance, both of them froze for different reasons. Dania was overwhelmed by the sensation of something so thick stretching her, while Luel was stunned by the soft, warm tightness enveloping him for the first time.

“Does it hurt?”

“Just… hurry and finish it.”

Despite her strained voice, Dania was impatient. She didn’t know what to do with the pressure and pain, but she wanted it over quickly.

“Relax a little.”

“Huh?”

“You’re too tight. It’s hard to go in.”

Relax? How was I supposed to do that? 

As Dania stared blankly at him, Luel’s lips curved into an uncontrollable smile.

Why was he smiling? 

His smile, though frustrating, only made him look more handsome…

Perhaps because her tension eased slightly while she was lost in thought, Luel’s thick, dark shaft managed to push halfway in.

“Ah!”

Even though she had relaxed, the pain was still sharp. The sensation of her pelvis being stretched made Dania whimper softly. Luel Marchento, you liar. He never said it would hurt this much.

“Dani, are you okay? Should I stop?”

“Just… hurry and finish it!”

Though his voice was kind and caring, Dania snapped at him. She knew she would end up giving in to him again, so she figured it was better to get it over with quickly. His gentle tone was unfamiliar and made her feel even more flustered, causing her to lash out.

Luel, of course, noticed her feelings. Suppressing his awkwardness, he pressed his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into her.