“Thank you for worrying.”

Finding her endearing, he smiled with curved eyes and pulled her into his arms.

Feeling his heart beating much faster than before, she vaguely guessed that he had moved his body quite a bit, though he didn’t show it.

Larien nuzzled her face into his broad chest, relieved that he had returned safely from such a situation.

“By the way. Didn’t you have something to say earlier?”

“Something to say?”

Upon being asked, she remembered she was about to ask if he liked her when she was interrupted. When Larien met his gentle eyes looking down at her, she realized such a question wasn’t necessary.

“It’s nothing. I’ll ask later.”

She smiled softly and shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Really?”

“Yes. Instead, I have something I want. Will you give it to me?”

“Anything you want.”

Encouraged by his answer, which was more certain than any confession, Larien pulled his face close to hers. Her heart, which had been trembling anxiously worried he might get hurt, now beat fiercely for a different reason.

“Then Jayden. Kiss me. Right now.”

“Ah… really… Larien. You…”

He sighed with a reddened face.

Was it too sudden? As she tried to gauge his reaction, he roughly grabbed her chin, and his lips crashed into hers aggressively.

Her body began to tremble slightly as she took in Jayden’s face, filled with desire, one last time.

He must have had that same expression when he was inside her.

He twisted his face at a perfect angle, making her past worries about their noses bumping seem foolish, and immediately parted her lips to invade inside.

His tongue, much thicker than hers, delved into her slightly parted lips. Though their teeth clashed a bit, suggesting this deep kiss was also his first, he quickly adapted and swam through her mouth as if it were his own.

He wrapped around Larien’s uncertain tongue and pulled at its root, just enough not to hurt. Like their tightly pressed bodies, their tongues also clung together as if they were one.

Their mixed saliva, indistinguishable whose was whose, carried the scent of mint that the shop owner sometimes gave to children.

Though it wasn’t the ocean scent she expected, she swallowed the saliva that was both sweet and cool without hesitation. When her breathing became heavy, he somehow knew and breathed air into her.

In the quiet attic where even the stars seemed to hold their breath, only the sound of their breathing filled the space.

His jacket that had been draped over her shoulders fell to the floor, and at some point, Larien was laid down on the thick blanket.

Her chest rose and fell with each breath due to the deep neckline of the leopard print.

Jayden, half-straddling her, stopped kissing and slowly lowered his lips. Past her small, dimpled chin and delicate neck that seemed it could break with one hand, his lips stopped at the swollen mounds.

His breath touched her soft br*asts.

Hoo…

As his sharp nose bridge burrowed between her cleavage, the clothes covering her shoulders were pulled down to below her waist in one motion.

Her firm br*asts emerged like waves outside her clothes, pointing up towards him.

Embarrassed by her br*asts being fully exposed before him, Larien slightly curled her body. He quickly caught her hands that instinctively tried to cover herself and pinned them above her head.

“Don’t hide them. They’re beautiful.”

Her body naturally arched at the hot breath felt on her skin. Her peaks were sucked into his mouth as she ended up pushing out her chest. With a sucking sound, her entire *reola was devoured by him.

“Ahh…”

He kneaded the white, plump flesh firmly while sucking on her n*pple. Even though there was no way milk would come out. She unconsciously gripped his black hair tightly as he clung to her br*ast like a nursing infant.

“W-wait. Jayden.”

As he bit and nibbled, she became wet down below again. Her whole body twisted and it somehow felt empty down there.

“What?”

His voice, answering with her n*pple still in his mouth, was excessively lewd.

“I-I feel strange.”

“It’s not strange, it feels good. Otherwise you wouldn’t be this wet.”

He smirked and lowered one hand to completely remove the leotard that had fallen to her waist. The modest silver bush exposed to the air was pitifully wet as if covered in dew.

His finger crossed between and, immediately finding the central bud, pinched it gently.

“Nngh…”

A moan escaped automatically even though it didn’t hurt.

“You’re so beautiful, Larien.”

So much that I want to devour you to the bone.

As if his dark muttering at the end was sincere, he opened his mouth wide and began earnestly sucking her br*ast while rubbing her bud.

Slurp slurp, the n*pple he had taken into his mouth quickly swelled to the size of a thumbnail. The tender skin stung, but the overwhelming stimulation was too much to feel the pain.

“Mmnh… ah.”

A strange sensation spread throughout her body. Her back arched as flexibly as a bow until it couldn’t bend anymore. Just from having her br*asts sucked, her body was thoroughly heated.

After sucking and biting until both br*asts were swollen, he buried his face between her legs where she had been feeling empty.

His moist breath blew over the already thoroughly wet place.

“You know what, Larien? This place is as pretty as your face.”

“D-don’t say things like… ah!”

As she blushed in embarrassment, a low chuckle and vibration was felt from below. Because his tongue was raised, its tip touched her bud every time he laughed.

Sometimes static electricity would build up in her ballet clothes that rustled in the dry autumn. Every time his tongue touched her cl*toris, a tingling sensation several times stronger than that spread through her.

She tried to close her thighs to endure the stimulation, but he held them apart, spreading them even wider. With a wet sound, her flesh parted widely to both sides.

Her s*x, dripping with clear fluid, was explicitly exposed before his eyes.

“D-don’t look. Jayden.”

She was ashamed of her body being soaked all the way down to her bottom. Embarrassed that he might think she was truly wanton, Larien tightly shut her eyes since she couldn’t cover his eyes with her restrained hands.

He laughed, finding her cute, and instead of answering, he thoroughly licked the wet area with his extended tongue. Starting from her small opening down to below her bottom, he licked a long stroke and then sucked up all the fluid that had gathered on her thighs.

Still not satisfied, he pressed his face right against her small opening and persistently explored the w*tness gathered inside.

“Ah… aah… hah.”

Her widely spread legs trembled and her hips lifted up. Though just the sucking alone was stimulating enough to drive her crazy, her body craved an even fuller satisfaction.

Her opening, swollen from their first coupling and too tight even for his tongue, kept pulsing, asking for something bigger.

Half out of her mind, Larien rubbed herself against his face almost pleadingly.

“J-Jayden. More… give me more…”

She didn’t even know what she was saying between her sweet moans. Like a child throwing a tantrum, she whimpered and held his head tight, making him suck harder below.

“I want to… too… but… it’s too much. You’re already so swollen.”

Jayden barely maintained his self-control, breathing in gasps as he suppressed his bursting emotions.

Larien’s lower region was already red and swollen from their earlier coupling against the wall. He now regretted losing his mind and thrusting mercilessly when she had begged him to be rough.

How shocked he had been when he saw her flesh swollen like a plum while cleaning up after their coupling. He had blown on that area several times with a concerned face.

Though it seemed to have subsided somewhat now, he knew that if he indulged his desires, Larien would surely suffer for days.

Though he was already *rect up to his navel and wet with clear prec*m, he clenched his teeth, knowing he needed to hold back at least until tomorrow.

Instead, wanting to satisfy Larien with his mouth, he raised his tongue and deeply probed her wrinkled flesh. He slipped his hands under her soft, cream-like bottom to press her closer to his face.