“You just released, didn’t you? Can it become like this again so soon?”

“Well. Maybe because it’s a body that gets excited easily?”

Ivlik said something that wasn’t even funny.

“Cedine.”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to… touch it once?”

Cedine was generally unfazed by most things, but when her curiosity b*tton was pressed, she would cling to that one thing until she was exhausted. To such a Cedine, Ivlik’s proposal was an irresistible temptation. She had been strongly interested in Ivlik Wintermore’s body ever since the moment he had spilled his s*men onto the bed sheets.

Slender fingers carefully touched the tip of the er*ect g*nitals. Cedine stared intently at the hole from which the s*men had poured out, pressing it gently with the tip of her index finger. The entire thick organ twitched in response.

‘He’s the one who first said to touch it, isn’t he?’

She simply didn’t want to miss an opportunity that might not come again. Rationalizing like this, Cedine wrapped her hand around Ivlik’s c*ck. The thick organ that didn’t fit entirely in one hand felt like warm velvet.

‘It seems like you rub it up and down like this.’

Cedine clumsily imitated the hand movements he had made while m*sturbating. Instead, she stimulated his d*ck very slowly, marveling at how the inner core remained firm while the velvet-like skin was pushed up.

“Hah…… Cedine, ugh……”

Ivlik moaned, his throat vibrating. Could he be feeling pl*asure similar to before, even though it was incomparably slower than when he did it himself?

Ivlik, who had been caressing Cedine’s cheek, moved his hand to the back of her head. Though he seemed to flinch as if he couldn’t bring himself to touch her, he eventually grasped a handful of her soft light brown hair.

“The texture feels strange.”

Cedine stared, mesmerized, at the s*men beading at the narrow opening. This was different from what was smeared on the sh*ft. This was coming out fresh. If it was because of the stimulation from her hand, it was even more fascinating.

‘I wonder what it tastes like.’

There wasn’t even time for other thoughts. Cedine immediately acted on what had come to mind. She extended her moist tongue and licked the tip of Ivlik’s gl*ns.

“No.”

Ivlik hurriedly pulled Cedine’s head away from him. Then he muttered in an urgent tone.

“No. No. No. Ah, Cedine……”

He gripped Cedine’s shoulders and bowed his head deeply. For a moment, his broad shoulders twitched, and then Ivlik’s large upper body shook as if convulsing. s*men spurted onto Cedine’s face, which bore a bewildered expression. Cedine instinctively closed her eyes. Her cheeks, lips, chin, and even her chest were all covered in his bodily fl*id.

Still, it seems it didn’t get in her eyes. Cedine was just thinking how well she had closed her eyes quickly when Ivlik buried his face in one of her shoulders and let out a hollow laugh. Cedine waited for him to raise his body before gently opening her eyes.

“You really are sensitive, aren’t you? I didn’t know that, and I thought your earlier comment about being easily excited was just a joke.”

“Why did you use your tongue?”

“I was curious……”

“Don’t do that in the future. No, it’s not that you can’t, but at least give me some warning before… Hah……”

Ivlik sighed in the middle of speaking. His gaze swept over Cedine, covered in whitish s*men. Cedine didn’t know what she looked like right now. So she could only vaguely guess why Ivlik was lowering his head and taking deep breaths.

‘He must be embarra$sed about having his weakness exposed.’

Cedine only learned today that Ivlik Wintermore had such a sensitive body. Thinking that this might be useful information to someone, she decided she should keep her mouth shut about it.

“Don’t move. This isn’t an amount you can wipe off with the back of your hand. It’d be better to go to the bathroom and wash.”

Ivlik stopped Cedine as she was about to roughly wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. Hearing that, she thought it might be quicker to just take off her clothes and wash. Cedine looked down at her ruined slip. Regardless of how it happened, it seems they’ve created evidence that would satisfy Ivlik’s vulgar Army Ministry colleagues.

“Do you always ej*culate this much each time?”

“Go wash.”

Ignoring her question, Ivlik turned Cedine towards the bathroom.

“I wanted to make the bride feel good too, but like this, in this state, it’s not possible. If you’re not trying to drain my blood, wash up first and then come to bed.”

He pushed Cedine’s back and then muttered to himself.

“This is torture in itself……”

Cedine thought it was a bit funny. You’re originally an interrogator, aren’t you? Does it mean you like giving it but not receiving it?

Pouting her lips, Cedine entered the bathroom and only gasped after seeing her reflection in the mirror, turning on the shower.

Her initial thought of washing with just water changed. She squeezed a generous amount of fragrant shower gel onto the sponge and scrubbed every nook and cranny, even where s*men hadn’t touched. After showering once more like this, she came to her senses.

[I wanted to make the bride feel good too.]

Ivlik had clearly said that. Feel good, how? Suddenly, she rem*mbered the rough breathing and moans that occasionally came from his room before the regression. Strangely, she had never heard anything like the female moans that the Army Ministry people were expecting now. It was all just sounds of Ivlik feeling pleasure.

‘Perhaps the woman felt so good she couldn’t even make a sound.’

A woman lying under Ivlik, only able to move her lips. Cedine shivered slightly at the expectation that she might become like that woman tonight. The image of him reaching his cl*max flashed in her mind again. If she could feel such intense pleasure like him.

“I just left the slip in the basket. There wasn’t anything else to wear in the bathroom, so I put on the robe……”

Returning to the bedroom, she met eyes with Ivlik, who was leaning against the headboard. Ivlik seemed more relaxed than before. He lightly patted the space next to him.

“Come here and lie down, Cedine.”

“And when I lie down……”

“When you lie down.”

Ivlik pulled on her wrist as she approached the bed. As her center of gravity shifted forward, Cedine found herself in Ivlik’s arms.

“We’ll start with a kiss.”

* * *

The two felt each other in a side-lying position, nested like spoons. Ivlik turned Cedine’s head to kiss her over her shoulder. Every time his tongue slowly scratched her palate and rubbed against the moist mucous membrane, a dreamy pleasure enveloped Cedine.

“Mmm……”

Even after Ivlik’s lips, which had seemed about to melt and stick together, parted, Cedine couldn’t close her mouth right away. A sweet moan flowed from between her pink lips, which were weakly parted.

“Ivlik……”

From below, w*t, squelching sounds were constantly heard. Cedine had already experienced seven climaxes at the hands of Ivlik. It was surprising that while it took a little time to reach the first climax, after that, she could feel it quickly several times, as if all sensations were concentrated around her cl*toris.

Now, Cedine’s extremely sensitive private parts clenched inward, feeling pleasure even at the slightest touch of Ivlik’s fingers. When the tightened inner walls relaxed, slippery fl*ids flowed out from inside. The silk robe she was wearing had long since been soiled by Cedine’s fluids, rendering it meaningless to wear.

“It’s not just men who get er*ect. Here, Cedine, it’s swollen and plump like a water-soaked flower petal. Can you feel it? Like this……”

Ivlik deliberately wrapped his relaxed fingers around Cedine’s cl*toris. He repeatedly touched and removed his fingers, just enough to feel the contact with the pointy swollen bud, without rubbing it. A very delicate and fragile pleasure pooled around Cedine’s bud.

It was like pleasure dripping one drop at a time, like water from a faucet. The fleeting, ripple-like pleasure was agonizing. There was no way to reach climax like this.

“Now, just touching and pulling away like this.”

“No……”

“You’re ready to tremble, aren’t you?”

“Hnngh, Ivlik…… A bit harder.”

If he rubbed quickly like before, she would reach climax within a minute. Perhaps knowing this, Ivlik didn’t do as Cedine wanted. Was this revenge for Cedine using her tongue when he had only told her to touch it?

‘Why doesn’t it end?’

Cedine thought that once she reached climax, all her cravings would be resolved. She thought she would stop rubbing her b*ttocks against Ivlik’s c*ck like a woman who had forgotten shame in her ar*usal. She thought she would feel liberated after getting what she wanted. She thought she would be able to lie on the bed with her limbs spread out, intoxicated by languid satisfaction.

But it wasn’t like that.

Her body, despite having already experienced seven climaxes, only craved more. Eight times, nine times. It seemed she would only be able to stop after fainting from exhaustion. Was it like this for other people too? Or was she particularly lustful? Cedine writhed in agony, clutching the bed sheets.