Chapter 2 

The panties she had worn all day clung to her skin, tracing the shape of her private place. The tip of her finger pressed the center and moved as if sliding. The panties quickly caved in long along the mark of the pressure. The most secret entrance, and both sides surrounding the center. As she rubbed between them over and over, sticky fl*id dampened the thin panties.

When she pressed her thumb and forefinger together and then pulled them apart, she could feel the fl*id stretching briefly before breaking. Her fingers, now thoroughly wet, scraped upward along the hollowed part and moved toward the top.

“Aang……”

The tip of her forefinger touched the swollen nub. A strangely sweet sound escaped her lips. Elott hurriedly covered her mouth and looked around. The archive room was silent, and around the shadows there was nothing but the heat Elott herself was giving off. She bit her lower lip.

She knew that her hobby was strange and shameful. That was why she could fully enjoy it only when she secretly had time alone.

No matter how deserted it was now, this too was surely a place people came and went. She was doing something indecent in a place touched by traces of others. That fact was unbearably embarrassing.

“Ah, ah……!”

Just a little. Just a little more.

Elott pressed hard on the swollen rise above. But no matter how roughly she scratched or dug in her nails, she could not reach the place she wanted. Rubbing over her panties felt good. But once the act ended, an emptiness she could not explain came rushing in like a wave.

It was an intense hollowness, the kind that felt like beating with bare hands against a great wall that would never break.

“Hng, ah……”

The hand scratching over her panties lost strength. She had been so tense that her wrist had begun to go numb. In the end, today was the same as always. She did not know whether it was a problem of stamina, or if there was something wrong with her body. The voyage toward that place that seemed within reach and yet unreachable still had not revealed its form.

She leaned her body against the bookshelf. The heat that had failed to reach its destination cooled, knotting in her lower belly. An unbearable emptiness washed over her, and she could not hold herself steady.

Maybe there was no such thing in the first place. Just as one could not catch clouds by reaching up to the sky, perhaps whatever sensation she longed for was merely the illusion of a rainbow.

Elott pressed her lips together tightly. The place below was still hot. But she had no idea how to completely relieve that heat. Before she knew it, the sun had set, leaving behind only the deep dark-blue silence. Now she really had to return to the dormitory. Just as she was about to pull her hand out from beneath her skirt.

“Aren’t you going to do more?”

“……!”

The sharp remark pierced her ear. For a moment, she could not breathe. The terrible realism, too vivid for her even to doubt her own ears, poured icy water over her from head to toe.

Someone was behind her.

From the moment those words began, darkness thick enough to make it hard to distinguish her surroundings spread around her. Who was it. Since when had he been watching. She had felt no sound, no presence, nothing at all. Her heart was pounding madly. In contrast, her body was stiff, frozen as if turned to ice.

“I’m asking if you’re finished.”

When she only stood there rigid, the voice returned, as if pressing her. Even his breathing was vivid, as though his lips were right beside her ear. The voice wrapping around her skin was as cold as dawn in the dead of winter.

Entirely unlike the young ladies who chattered with her, and unlike the elderly professor who recited lectures in an explanatory tone, that strangely mysterious voice stirred in her an intensely unfamiliar sensation.

It happened while she stood frozen, unable to say anything. Another person’s hand, seeping through the darkness, slipped beneath the hem of her skirt. The back of a cold hand brushed the inside of her thigh. Sparks of tingling sensation burst over her soft skin. As if mocking that sensation, the unwelcome intruder slowly pressed down over her wet panties with his fingertips.

“……Ah!”

An unknown stranger was kneading the hidden place no one had ever touched before. She hurriedly tried to push his hand away, but her hesitant fingers could not even count as resistance. He slowly rubbed while pressing the private place flattened against the thin cloth. The fl*id that had half dried revived and helped his movements along. The heat that had gone dull was beginning to blaze once more.

“You weren’t satisfied.”

The stranger’s voice clung to the curve of her ear like honey. His languid breath, sinking in as if he knew everything, warmed her cheek. What? Before she could even raise the question. A gap opened as her panties were tugged, and a long finger slipped inside. The moisture connecting the wet cloth and her entrance dampened the man’s fingertips. The man laughed as if amused and, with fingers slicked in that fl*id, pressed down on her private place.

“Hng, ah……!”

Elott’s blue pupils shook and her eyes widened. She had never put her hand inside her panties to touch herself within. Even when indulging in her hobby, she had thought that it might feel even better if her fingers touched directly, but she had only hesitated and had never actually done it properly.

Another person’s hand pushed its way into the parted folds of her private place. Then it slowly moved upward, rubbing along the groove between them.

“Ah, don’t, ah……!”

Stammering, Elott grabbed the man’s wrist. But her faint resistance was as futile as the fluttering of a trapped bird’s wings. Without the slightest concern for the wrist she held, he kept moving his fingers. The bent tip moved back and forth.

Unlike her own crude and mindless way of simply pressing and scratching at the place that felt good, his movements had technique. Even though he rubbed at the place she had carelessly handled too roughly and made red and sensitive, it did not hurt, and merely rubbing gently made the hidden heat leap up.

“Hht……!”

The lower part of her was already soaked enough that a wet, sticky sound came each time his fingers rubbed there. The strength drained from the hand clutching his wrist. As if mocking that, the finger rubbing inside moved upward and touched her cl*toris.

He had only pressed it ever so slightly, yet her whole body jerked as if struck by lightning. He pressed down on Elott’s back, making her brace herself against the wall. Just that alone was enough to make her small body unable to move, like a butterfly pinned in place.

Her hot cheek rubbed against the cold wall. Even as she scratched at the wall with all ten fingers, she could not tell whether this was reality or a dream. But the sensation pressing insistently below was vivid enough to make her mind go numb.

“……Aaang!”

When the bent finger flicked at her plumply swollen cl*toris, a high, sharp m*an burst out along with it. She shut her lips belatedly, doubting whether the sound that had escaped from her own mouth had really been hers, but she had no time to think long. The finger resting over her cl*toris softly rubbed that full little bud with the tip, rolling it gently like a delicate bead.

Every time the sticky fingertips touched there, she could not come to her senses from the sharp, tingling sensation. As if it were the first time she had rubbed herself against the edge of a desk between her legs. No, far more than that. At a sensation so pleasurable that it could not be compared to the private pastime she used to do alone, her toes curled tightly.

This was different from the wave that had tormented her by seeming as though it would come, then not come. A larger, clearer wave was rolling toward her. Her legs trembled, and her knees bent on their own. The feeling of reaching a boiling point took hold of her entire body.

Ah, ahh. More. Just a little more.

In her excitement, her heels lifted and both knees knocked together. Along with the feeling that her whole body might twist in on itself, a terrible thirst tormented her. Ah, ahh. At last, her dry lips parted and released a vivid cry.

“Ahh……!”

Elott shook her head and shuddered. The barrier that had tormented her for so long tore apart, and the heat that had been pooling burst out of her. In that moment, she could think of nothing. The explosion inside her was so intense it emptied her mind and awakened every sensation in her body anew.

Her legs quivered, and the body that had been leaning against the wall collapsed to the floor. Now she was in deep darkness where she could not see an inch ahead. The man quietly looked down at Elott.

The supreme sensation lingered in a long afterglow, then disappeared in the direction of the setting sun. She could not raise her head. Even if it had been bright around them, she would not have dared look directly at the man’s face.

“Elott Persia.”

The man’s voice split the silence. It was only that her name had been called. He knew who she was. The dreamy haze vanished completely. The vivid sense of reality cooled her heated blood in an instant.

“Come here tomorrow at this time.”

The man spoke clearly, as if instructing a child, each word distinct. A hand touched the top of her bowed head. He stroked her golden hair, then held her face and traced her lips. The fl*id smeared there had already dried stiffly and covered the man’s fingerprints. Her scent clung thickly to his fingertips.

“I’ll teach you.”

Only then did she realize that cold air was drifting around them. Only then did her ears seem to open, and she understood what the man was saying. But she did not even question it. In her emptied mind, only that one sentence he had spoken was engraved. As if pleased by how lost she looked, a deep laugh settled over Elott’s head.

“What true pleasure is.”