Prologue

“A….”

From inside the four-poster bed, its canopy drawn and shadowing the view, a thin moan, heated and trembling, slipped out.

The woman shivered, her hand resting on the man’s hard, muscular abdomen, her feet kicking at the sheets beneath them.

“You said you were curious, didn’t you? How is it?”

The man, sitting against the headboard, looked up at the woman straddling him.

Her flushed face, gasping for breath, hovered dangerously close to his manhood, her hand trembling, nearly touching him.

“Vivi, hold it.”

Startled, the woman’s hand was guided by the man to grasp his length. Hot and firm, it twitched in her smooth palm.

“…Hng. You can squeeze a little harder.”

At his instruction, the woman squeezed the thick shaft with more strength. It was too large for one hand, so she gripped it with both, her waist twitching as she did.

“How does it feel? Is it bumpy?”

The woman thought about it. The man she’d seen before had a hairy, dark, and unattractive one, but the one in her hand was pale, almost hairless, long, straight, and rather pretty. Even the veins bulging on the thick column looked powerful, not repulsive.

“Vivi, move your hand. Up and down… yes, like that.”

At his urging, she moved her hand, stroking his er*ction. The slick, wet shaft bent and pulsed, releasing clear fluid with every motion.

“Uh, Ed….”

Grasp it, stroke it, shake it—she moved her hand as if entranced, following the man’s commands.

It slipped from her soft palm, bouncing upward.

“Haa….”

As the man groaned, the woman’s ears turned red. Sitting on his thigh, she squirmed as an itch grew between her legs, unconsciously grinding herself against him.

She tried to relieve the itch by rubbing her hips against his hard thigh, but her strength gave out, and she felt something flowing inside her.

That unfamiliar, tingling sensation made her squeeze her thighs together, forgetting to stroke him, unaware that she was stimulating his thigh.

Noticing the woman’s state, the man smiled and quickly changed positions.

He pinned her beneath him. The woman, now under the man, panted for breath.

Looking down at her flushed, pink face, the man lifted her thin skirt. As the skirt, already bunched up to her knees, was raised, her pale thighs were exposed, and the woman flinched, grabbing his hand.

“Ed….”

“Shh. It’s alright. Not today. Today, I’ll only show you what you said you were curious about.”

Comforting her, the man slid his hand up. He squeezed her soft, fleshy thigh, marveling at its texture, then moved his fingers toward his goal.

His hand reached the woman’s wet mound, gently rubbing over the thin, soaked fabric that no longer served its purpose.

“Aah!”

With a sweet moan, the woman grabbed his hand again—an instinctive gesture.

The shock of having a man’s firm fingers touch a place she’d never touched herself except when washing or using the toilet was indescribable.

“Ed, ah! Ah, ah!”

She gripped his wrist with all her strength and squeezed her thighs together tightly. The man’s hand remained trapped, and he teased her as if her resistance was amusing.

He slid his fingers along the wet underwear, parting the folds, invading the space inside. The unfamiliar sensation made her twist her waist and groan.

“Shh, Vivi. If you keep tensing like that, you’ll get muscle cramps.”

The man forced her thighs apart and slipped his own between them. In this embarrassing pose, legs spread wide, the woman covered her face with her hands, moaning.

The man grabbed her right leg and lifted it to the bed. As her other leg instinctively wrapped inward, it naturally ended up encircling his waist.

“Ah, ah! Ed, Ed!”

With his free hand, the man teased her exposed s*x, stroking her through the underwear. All the woman could do was call his name.

Through the now nearly transparent fabric, her pink flesh was almost visible. The man, aroused, gripped his er*ction and exhaled deeply.

He bent over her. His long, straight member was flushed a dark red, dripping clear, sticky fluid.

He pressed his hips forward, bringing himself close to her entrance.

With her eyes covered, the woman couldn’t see what he was doing, but when something thicker, blunter, and harder than a finger touched her, she cried out in shock.

“Kyaa!”

Startled, she looked down, seeing the obscene sight of the thick shaft rubbing between her thighs.

“No, don’t, Ed! I….”

She couldn’t finish saying she was scared. The man’s length rubbing between her legs sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine, lighting up her vision with flashes.

“Aah!”

“…Vivi. …Hoo.”

Adrian was so focused that sweat dripped from him. He rubbed his smooth, firm member against her sticky underwear, breathing heavily.

“Can you feel it, Vivi? Inside here, hng, I’m going to go in….”

At his whispered words, Vivian felt her lower belly tighten. Her gaze was drawn to his flushed, sweat-soaked face above her. She had never imagined that the handsome face she always knew could become so provocative, and she trembled from the unfamiliar sight.

“Haa, Vivi….”

Adrian’s gaze, as he enjoyed the pleasure of their most intimate areas pressed together, was somehow persistent, almost predatory, as if he could devour Vivian with his eyes alone.

His member, now soaked and slippery, pressed hard against her wet underwear, looking as if it might burst at any moment.

“Mmm, aa….”

With slow but forceful movements, Adrian’s body pressed closer, and it seemed his member might enter at any moment. With only a thin piece of fabric separating them, it was as if they were already touching, dancing dangerously along the edge of pleasure.

Unable to withstand the new sensations, Vivian arched her back and cried out in a voice that was almost a scream.

At the same time, Adrian thrust forcefully and released.