3. Crimson (Part 4)

Alexander’s lips slowly traced down her neckline.

“If I had known your body would be this sweet…”

He trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.

If he had known what? 

Eirin was curious to know what he would have done, but he simply sampled her skin, his hot, moist breath caressing her.

“Mmh…”

Despite her efforts to hold it back, a moan escaped Eirin’s lips.

“I’ve wanted to desire you this way, from the depths of my soul, for so long.”

His intense words vibrated against her delicate skin as he gently pulled his lips away. Startled by his words, Eirin’s eyes trembled, and seeing this, the man turned up the corners of his mouth and continued.

“This kind of… conversation is how it usually goes.”

As soon as there was a little distance between them, the heat disappeared in an instant, sending a chill through her body.

“This is how men typically converse with women.”

I’m glad I have remained seated.

Her legs, which had been tightly crossed, now relaxed and parted slightly, and her lips were half-open as she gazed at him.

At first, she didn’t understand his words – “This kind of… conversation is how it usually goes.” Then she realized he was answering her previous question about the kind of dialogue men and women had before… becoming intimate. 

Eirin grabbed the sofa with trembling hands. Even with her back resting against the backrest, she felt like she might topple over at any moment.

She had thought he was confessing his passionate love to her.

“I see…”

Her voice quivered from the tension.

Eirin looked down at Alexander, who had leaned in closer. Unable to meet his piercing gaze, she averted her eyes, only to have her sight land on the area between his thighs.

He was wearing more casual clothing for the evening. The thin fabric revealed his strong, muscular thighs, toned from years of riding and military service. And between those legs…

“Ah…”

A massive bulge was protruding there.

Eirin’s eyes widened in surprise. 

It was something she had not seen the previous night.

According to the many novels she had read, when a man became ar*used, his g*nitalia would swell much larger than usual. Eirin was aware of this fact, but she had not realized it could grow to such an impressive size. As she involuntarily stared at the obvious outline through his clothes, Alexander, sensing her gaze, whispered.

“What was the next question again? How a man’s… ‘there’ looks?”

His palm glided across her body, past her abdomen, where she had felt his hardness during their dance, down to her thigh. And then his hand brushed over the prominent bulge in his cr*tch. The indistinct shape under the fabric became clearly visible under his touch – a thick, sturdy pillar-like form.

But she still couldn’t see it clearly. There was a thin layer of clothing between his hand and his c*ck.

“Would you like to see?”

“Yes…”

I want to see.

Without a shred of shame, Eirin nodded her head readily in response to his question. But then, realizing what she had just said, she bit her lip in embarrassment. Alexander reached down and gently caressed her reddened, bitten lips.

“Honesty is a virtue. There’s nothing wrong with pursuing your desires.”

“Still, maybe I went too far in asking you to show me.”

Yesterday, she had inadvertently exposed herself and cried out under his touch, but actually requesting to see his intimate parts was still too much for her to overcome her reservations.

“But you do want to see it, don’t you?”

At his unyielding question, an abashed smile spread across Eirin’s lips. It was a silent affirmation.

He must think of me as a madwoman. 

But the truth was, she did want to see it. 

No, she wanted to go a little further and touch it.

What would it feel like? His manhood.

Would it be as firm as the novels described? As hot to the touch as his fingers on my lips? 

Seeing Eirin’s conflicted expression, Alexander took her small hand, which had been resting on her skirt, and placed it over the prominent bulge in his trousers.

“Ah!”

Through the thin fabric, she could feel the hardness beneath, solid as stone. It was so incredibly firm that it didn’t feel like a human body part. It was different from bone, a strength she’d never felt before.

Eirin’s eyes widened as she asked, 

“Is this its normal size? Is it possible for it to be this hard?”

Her curiosity was insatiable.

How could one live with something this solid in their middle? 

She hadn’t had much contact with men, but the men she’d danced with at prom had never had anything like this in their bodies. It’s physically impossible to go about your daily life with something this hard and big under your pants all the time.

“Only when ar*used.”

So he too was as excited as I was. 

Eirin squeezed her flushed thighs together as she asked further.

“So what’s it like normally?”

“A bit smaller, and more… pliable.”

“How can the human body change so much? How can it become like this?”

Eirin stared intently at the thick column, fascinated. As her fingertips traced along its length, Alexander let out a deep breath.

“Eirin.”

“Yes?”

“If you touch it like that, it will only become firmer and larger.”

“Ah…”

True to his words, the entire sh*ft, save for the tip, had hardened. It also seemed to have grown slightly bigger since she first touched it. She didn’t intend to further stimulate him, but as she gently rubbed the tip with her thumb, a dark stain slowly seeped through the pale blue fabric.

“What’s this?”

“What do you think it is?”

Blinking, Eirin tentatively continued, 

“When a man becomes… aroused, he… releases something. Could this be… the seed, that man would plant inside a woman?”

Eirin was hardly in her right mind. Without properly judging whether it was appropriate to say such things, the curiosity bursting forth from within compelled her lips to move on their own.

“No, it’s different. It’s more of a lubricant, to ease entry into a woman’s body.”

Fascinated by the slowly spreading stain, Eirin continued to move her fingers, and Alexander’s relaxed breathing gradually became more ragged.

“Ahh…”

He spoke between deep breaths.

“If you keep touching it like that, I may just… reach my end.”

“Reach your end?”

“Climax, I mean.”

ej*culating and dirtying your clean hands.

“Ah!”

Startled by his words, Eirin paused her movements. Even with the cloth between her hand and his p*nis, she could still feel it throbbing.

“I’m this aroused.”

Because of your touch.

“I feel like I’m going to burst. Unlike normally, the color is also much darker now.”

He could discern the color of his own ar*usal without even seeing it.

“Really dark color? What’s it usually like?”

“Just a light, flesh tone.”

“And now… its?”

“Close to a deep reddish-brown, I suppose.”

Reddish-brown.

What color could that be?

It was hard for her to envision how a person’s body could turn such a hue.

I want to see it. That throbbing, teetering-on-the-edge part of him…

“Well… if you don’t mind, Alexander… if you’re okay with it…”

Eirin blinked nervously as she spoke.

“Can I look? I can’t even imagine what this ‘reddish-brown’ is supposed to look like.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Eirin, if you wish.”

Accepting her request, Alexander moved the hand that was grasping his ar*usal.

“Do it yourself.”

At Alexander’s words, Eirin reached for the knot in his pants. She tried to slowly undo the knot, but it wasn’t coming undone easily, perhaps because it was tied too tightly, or perhaps because her fingertips were tense and not working properly.

“This, why is it so… won’t come undone.”

Eirin muttered as she desperately tried to undo the string. Seeing her struggling, Alexander laughed. Her eyes widened at his rough, low laughter.

“Why are you laughing?”

“No, it’s just that you grunting in the middle of the night trying to undress my pants is amusing.”

“It’s just that it’s strangely not coming undone. What’s the reason why you keep your pants tied so tightly when you sleep ——.”

As she said this and yanked on one of the strings, the tightly tied knot suddenly loosened, and the waistline of the pants became loose. And as the pants slid down, his enraged g*nitalia sprang out.

“Oh my.”

Eirin sucked in a breath at the sight of his p*nis, which was bigger and more massive than she’d imagined when she’d felt it through his clothes. The thick sh*ft was nothing like a woman’s g*nitals: split at the tip, with sticky fl*id in between. Beneath it, a throbbing vein was wrapped in curly brown hair, a shade darker than the hair on his head.

She wonders if it’s as soft there as it is in his hair in his head. Her hand, about to stroke it, stopped at the twitching of the p*nis. Eirin looked up at him. His expression was difficult to decipher, but his arousal was pulsing alarmingly.