“N-no way….”

Actually, those words didn’t carry any special meaning. It was just an expression of surprise.

“Still can’t believe it?”

But Gillian, who misunderstood those words, flashed a wickedly twisted smile and smoothly pulled his out from his pants.

Faced with something that shot up like it was drilling through the ground, Andrea flinched, then quickly wore an expression like she was witnessing a wonder of the world. Her face showed curious amazement rather than rejection at seeing something for the first time in her life. That expression was rather cute.

“Take a proper look.”

When Gillian wrapped her hand in a circle to make her grip him more properly, Andrea seemed to curl her fingers inward, but soon gently grasped him like she couldn’t overcome her curiosity. 

Though she couldn’t wrap around it completely, the feeling of her small, sweaty hand was more stimulating than expected, making Gillian swallow hard.

Wanting to tease her more, he slowly moved up and down. He thought she would be startled and pull her hand away, but instead Andrea watched what went up and down between her fingers repeatedly, like someone absorbed in a dizzying scene. She made no attempt to remove her hand and simply held her other hand to her lips, not knowing what to do.

The feeling of defiling her unusually slender and pretty fingers made him feel a bit guilty, but it was hard to stop. So Gillian didn’t even realize that Andrea had somehow gotten too close. Like she hadn’t noticed her head leaning forward while concentrating.

“Is this a dream….”

Andrea muttered to herself in a dazed tone.

It couldn’t have been easy for her to acknowledge her feelings for Priscilla, who was the same gender. For a while, she had even thought how nice it would be if Priscilla were a man. 

Eventually, she had let go of such futile hopes and came to like Priscilla just the way she was, thinking it didn’t matter that she was a woman. But the combination of Priscilla’s face and this thing that appeared before her eyes….

Had God granted her wish?

“There’s no way something this good could happen.”

After muttering this, she rubbed the er*ect thing against her soft cheek.

“……!”

Gillian gritted his teeth.

Andrea rubbed his against her cheek like it was a pet, and when it brushed against her lips, she naturally licked it. Gillian felt his entire body stiffen.

She licked up long strokes with her small pink tongue, wiped the tip with the flat part of her tongue like cleaning a window, then put it in her mouth. Again, like she was doing something natural without any particular resistance.

Her mouth was small compared to his size, so she could only fit half of it in, but she swallowed as much as possible until it touched her throat, then pulled it out slowly. She seemed to instinctively know not to use her teeth.

Actually, Andrea wasn’t really aware of what she was doing. There was no way she could have learned such advanced caressing techniques, whether in theory or practice. She simply followed animal instinct, sucking back and forth.

Gillian’s jaw muscles trembled from clenching his molars so tightly. Her movements were awkward like someone doing something they’d never done before, but the fact that she showed no aversion at all – like how people who aren’t afraid of water swim well – was more stimulating than simple skill.

Soon Andrea seemed to run out of breath and pulled out of her mouth with a pop, gasping. The skin around her lips was flushed red as she panted heavily.

Suddenly Gillian grabbed under Andrea’s arms and pulled her onto his lap, then unconsciously pulled down the chest area of her dress. The part covering her br*asts above the busk – the rigid support of the corset’s waist – was made only of fabric and could be pulled down.

With a slight rebound, br*asts that were larger, whiter, and rounder than expected were revealed.

It felt like getting punched somehow.

On her snow-white br*asts sat pale-colored n*pples like decorations placed shyly on top. It was almost a visual shock that made his vision dizzy.

‘No, this is cheating….’

His hands were already gripping her br*asts. The strong elasticity combined with a softness that seemed ready to melt was perfect.

When he sucked on the aesthetically perfect pink n*pple, it filled his mouth completely. Absorbed in that sensation, he swallowed deeper the part that had hardened like ice, deliberately sucking hard enough to hurt.

“Mmm…!”

Andrea let out a moan mixed with pain and pleasure. Without even being conscious of what he was doing, Gillian kneaded her br*asts while controlling the intensity, lavishing attention with his mouth.

When he gripped them like trying to leave fingerprints on her br*asts and rubbed his lips against her er*ect n*pples, he could feel Andrea’s stomach trembling.

“Hic.”

Even the strange sound she made when her breath caught wrong was cute and stimulating.

Again unconsciously, no, at this point he was perfectly conscious. Of who he was with and what he was doing. He just didn’t want to stop.

He placed Andrea on the bed and flipped up the skirt of her dress.

Between the full petticoats under the outer skirt, pale blue silk underwear was soaked through. The underwear, small as a palm, couldn’t hide the evidence of her arousal, with glistening fluid spread around it.

When he pressed the darkened round area with his fingertip and pushed up, the inside trembled with a start.

He grabbed Andrea’s knees instinctively trying to close her legs and spread them even wider. Then, entranced, he hooked his finger inside the silk underwear and pulled. The underwear tied with strings at her thighs came away more easily than expected.

Naturally, the hair there was blonde like her head hair. So at first glance it looked like there was no hair at all, but the golden moss covering the red split area glittered especially in the moisture, giving an even more lewd feeling.

The wet redness stood out prominently between her pale white thighs, making Gillian unconsciously swallow his saliva.

Spending a night with someone whose confession he had received but rejected would look like trash behavior even being generous about it. It wasn’t morally right either. But at least to Andrea, Priscilla and Gillian were different people, so wouldn’t it be okay?

Without realizing it, he had such desperate desires that led to trash-like thoughts.

“I’m… embarrassed….”

Andrea, gripping the bed on both sides of her body, murmured in a trembling voice. Whether from excitement, embarrassment, or both, her breathing was rough.

The front of her dress was pulled down revealing her pale br*asts, and with him holding her knees apart, her thighs were spread in an M-shape with her skirt bunched up above them. Most of all, her cheeks gradually reddening in apparent embarrassment….

Immediately, he pulled Andrea toward him and made her lie face down. Then he pushed himself between her soft thighs.

“Ah…!”

He flipped her skirt up as high as possible above her waist, grabbed her waist from below, and pulled Andrea toward him. Her plump bottom hit against his groin. When he pushed forward again, the plump thigh flesh compared to her body was pushed apart by his, then wrapped around him like returning to its original position as he pulled back out.

Each time Andrea swayed back and forth increasingly faster, her br*asts hanging below swayed along.

“Ahh, p-put it in… put….”

Andrea instinctively spoke without knowing what she was hoping for.

Each time he pushed between her thighs, the wet opening brushed against him, making Gillian clench his teeth tightly. The opening seemed to twitch trying to swallow him who only grazed the outside. But unable to give her what she wanted, he continued rubbing back and forth.

The rustling sound of the voluminous fabric crushed between them was loud.

He got more excited than expected. Andrea, who had still felt young due to her innocent impression, felt like a completely different woman – whether due to the alcohol or overwhelming s*xual excitement.

“Hngh…!”

Perhaps because it was her first time, Andrea quickly reached climax. Her thighs clenched tight, and Gillian also pushed in until his bottom and groin met, releasing everything with suppressed breath. He pulled between her thighs like wiping away the wetness, then pushed in again and let it all flow out to the end.

The hot milky liquid that flowed abundantly down her thighs pooled half in the hollow of her knees while the rest flowed downward.

Andrea stiffened for a moment with her neck thrown back. The steaming opening twitched with afterglow. Gillian’s vision also spun from the intense aftermath of climax.

Suddenly Andrea collapsed, and Gillian quickly caught her.

“Are you okay?”

His breathing was also rough as he asked.

“Thank you…. You’re really so kind….”

Then Andrea fell asleep with her eyes rolling back. In the uncomfortable position with Gillian supporting her back, her chest and head bent.

Gillian was dumbfounded.

Kind? Thank you?