Chapter 2.1 – Change in Relationship

Alvin, breathing excitedly as he kneaded her chest like the man in the book, showered her with countless small kisses.

‘D*mn imagination.’

Just a few days ago, her mind, which couldn’t even picture physical contact, was now conjuring up vivid images.

The book she picked up to forget him only tormented her further. Yet, if she closed the book, the scene she’d witnessed that morning of him pleasuring himself replayed over and over, making Liat feel cornered at the edge of a cliff.

The heat in his voice, soaked into every syllable of ‘Liat’, echoed in her ears again. She found it strange that her name could be called in such a way.

She didn’t know what to do with her lower body, which tensed up and became rigid, so she just squirmed awkwardly, blaming her damp underwear. But cursing at her own crotch felt wrong, so her thoughts returned to Alvin.

To be exact, to Alvin, who had been stroking his shaft.

‘He looked like he was enjoying it.’

Now that she recalled, his expression was truly ecstatic. Could one fall into such rapture just by touching oneself?

She was a curious person. If only she could calm the tickling and heat in her belly, she thought it wouldn’t hurt to try.

She knew the method. She buried her face in her pillow, got on her knees, and raised her hips. Hiding her face made her feel less embarrassed.

Hesitant, her fingers still didn’t lose their way and slipped inside her underwear.

Disliking the feeling of her damp underwear wetting the back of her hand, she pushed the fabric down to her thighs and cautiously moved her fingers.

She smeared the fl*id leaking from her heated s*x onto her fingers and carefully touched the protruding nub.

“Mmng!”

Liat’s waist curled on its own. Her m*an, muffled by the pillow, rang in her ears. The tingling sensation was more intense than she’d imagined, sending shivers down her back. Even just touching it made her chest soar.

If it felt like this just brushing against it, what would happen if she rubbed it?

She swallowed hard.

Parting the soft hair as pale as her own, her white fingers explored the slit again.

Spreading the sticky fl*id over the bud and rubbing it slowly sent a jolt through her stomach.

Liat brought all her senses to their peak, replaying Alvin’s movements in her mind. She believed without a doubt that if she followed Alvin’s actions from memory, she could reach that same ecstasy.

‘At first, slowly…….’

She moved her fingers at the same pace he had used on his shaft.

Thinking of Alvin’s flushed earlobes and the up-and-down motion of his elbow, her entrance contracted, releasing a gush of wetness. Just recalling his breath and movements heightened her senses.

Alvin filled her mind. She moved her finger joints to match the pace of the Alvin in her imagination.

“Mm, ngh, nn.”

Liat didn’t even realize she was using her childhood friend as a tool for self-pleasure. Nor did she realize she was no different from Alvin, who had cl*maxed while thinking of her. The thought that she hadn’t even considered him as a man until last night had long since vanished.

All she could do was focus on moving her middle finger busily to satisfy her need.

Her thighs tensed, then trembled sweetly.

She wanted to experience the sensation he had felt. As she hurried her fingers to reach cl*max, she made a mistake.

The tip of her nail scratched the sensitive flesh.

“Ah!”

Her stifled m*an was fortunately swallowed by the pillow. Ragged breaths escaped her lips. Her back arched as if shocked by electricity.

Stars burst in her mind. The darkness of her vision flickered white.

“Haah! Ah, ah…….”

The sharp, piercing pleasure at its peak made her whole body tremble. The hole leaking fl*ids soaked her thighs sticky-wet. If she opened her mouth to breathe, she felt she’d drench the pillow with the saliva she couldn’t swallow.

She kept her face buried in the pillow for several minutes until the heat subsided.

Only then did she regain the strength to swallow. The lingering afterglow of her first cl*max was deep. She felt foolish for not knowing about something so good until now.

Liat wanted to feel even deeper pleasure. The book Lisa had given her might fill the gaps in her s*xual ignorance. She opened the book she’d set aside and searched for things the protagonists did that she could try alone.

‘Br*asts? I can touch my br*asts by myself.’

Knowing that the pleasure leading to cl*max would sap even the minimum strength to support her body, she turned over to face the ceiling. Embarrassment had long since evaporated.

She slipped down the strap of her loose slip, exposing her br*asts to the air.

Then she glanced at the door. No one would come in at this hour, but she felt uneasy. She turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. This way, even if someone visited unexpectedly, she’d have time to put on clothes. With the canopy drawn, she’d have extra time.

She blinked slowly, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark. Once she could clearly see the tips of the half-moons rising above her field of vision, she resumed.

Her n*pples, perked up with anticipation, felt vivid. After taking a deep breath, she traced circles around them with her fingers. A small, ticklish heat rose, fueling her anticipation. Her fingers, tracing the *reola, gradually closed in on the peak.

Brushing the stiffened tip sent a shiver through her entire body.

Until she knew pleasure, they were just another part of her body. She was amazed at such a mysterious sensation. She eagerly moved, having discovered a new hobby.

“Mmm.”

She twisted her body as she gently rubbed the tips of her br*asts. Her lower lip grew redder from biting down to stifle her m*ans.

She knew the room was soundproof, but suppressing her m*ans also became part of the fun. It was a thrilling tightrope walk.

Her chest, flushed pink with excitement, seemed to swell even more. The tips darkened in color.

She rolled and pinched them with her fingers, trying to recapture the pleasure she’d just felt. But no matter how many times she teased her n*pples with her index finger and thumb, it felt lacking. Regretful that she couldn’t reach the peak of delight she’d tasted, she changed her approach.

Left hand on her upper body, right hand on her lower body. A fair distribution.

“Ha, nn……!”

Several times, her hips arched into the air at the touch of her own hands. Her toes curled, and she cl*maxed over and over.

Her lower body was soaked with the fl*ids she had released.

“Haa, haa…….”

Only when she lost the strength to keep her mouth shut did Liat finally stop pleasuring herself.

Liat noticed the salty taste on her tongue. Her lower lip, bitten to stifle her cries, was wounded by her upper teeth.

Breathing out her excitement, she forced her heavy limbs to dress herself. The stickiness made her want to wash.

Staggering, barely able to support herself, she called for a servant. The escort who had been guarding the young lady’s night followed behind the summoned servant. He spoke with concern to the pale-faced Liat.

“My Lady, you don’t look well. Shall I call for a physician?”

“……I’m fine.”

The escort flared his nostrils at the faint scent of sweat. It was a scent that stirred something instinctive. Her dazed eyes and the blush on her cheeks only heightened it. Afraid of falling into improper thoughts before his master, he snapped back to his senses with a shake of his head.

Seeing the young lady’s flushed face, he thought she might be unwell. Deciding he had something to report to the Marquis, he hurried out into the corridor.

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“Should I send him away again today?”

“Yes. Please do.”

Since that day, Alvin had kept coming to visit.

Every night, she indulged in stimulating herself, inserting Alvin into the roles of men in her books, and she continued to avoid him. It wasn’t the embarrassment of witnessing Alvin’s s*xual act, but rather the deepening guilt that made it hard to face him. Despite being turned away repeatedly, Alvin didn’t give up and kept visiting, but he always had to leave without even seeing her shadow.

“This quarrel is really dragging on.”

Letting out a sigh, Liat turned to find her brother, Roygi El Criescita.

Alvin, who had once been as close as a real younger brother, now had a high chance of becoming her future fiancé, and Roygi had come because he felt sorry seeing Alvin walk away with slumped shoulders.

He also came to warn his sister, who tended to get so absorbed in one thing she couldn’t see anything else.

She was so preoccupied with avoiding him that she didn’t even notice ‘that day’ was approaching.