“Are you scared?”

“No.”

That was the problem. The c*ck stimulating her p*ssy since earlier wasn’t scary—she was curious about it.

“That’s a relief. If you’d told me to stop, I might have exploded and died.”

At those words, Clara glanced at the still impressively er*ect column.

But would it really be okay? She had heard that a man’s thing was better when it was big, thick, and long, but wasn’t that too much? It looked like it would reach above her navel if it entered her body. Was that even possible?

“Um…… now that I think about it, this might be too much.”

“It’ll be fine if we loosen you up properly. Spread your legs.”

“I hate that. I don’t think it’ll work.”

Dylan forcibly spread Clara’s legs, which hadn’t budged.

“W-what are you trying to do?”

Clara hurriedly covered her intimate triangle with her palm as she looked up at Dylan.

“I’m trying to persuade you.”

Before she could stop him, he gripped both her legs and lowered his face.

“Ah…!”

Despite tensing her legs with all her might, it was useless. Clara shrank back at the hot breath she felt against her entrance. Soon, something soft and slippery pushed between her folds.

“It’s… it’s dirty… Stop it…!”

She hadn’t even washed. Shame washed over her at having her intimate parts exposed and licked by someone else. Clara twisted her waist, trying to escape.

“You only taste sweet.”

The response came with a low chuckle. And then her body was invaded again.

His slippery, hot tongue dug into her opening, grazing the inner walls near the entrance. His tongue moved in and out between the crevice moistened with saliva. The delicate, hidden nub above her narrow opening wasn’t spared from his teasing either.

Dylan grabbed her firm b*ttocks and buried his face between her thighs. Like a thirsty beast, he greedily explored the opening that leaked sweet nectar.

“Hah, ah, mmh, th-there…!”

Her toes kept curling every time he sucked on her sensitive flesh. Clara screamed while keeping her legs tense.

It was a part of herself she didn’t know. Every time Dylan touched the area above her opening with the tip of his tongue, an unbearable urge surged through her. The tingling in her lower abdomen intensified. Her eyes stung as tears threatened to fall.

It didn’t hurt. The problem was that she was completely immersed in the strange, er*tic sensation. At first it had only felt unfamiliar, but as his tongue movements became bolder and more intense, pleasure began to boil over.

“Ah, stop, hah, no…! Hah!”

Her vision flashed white, and tears finally spilled. Clara trembled violently and made an embarrassing mistake.

What a disgraceful display. Yet Dylan didn’t remove his face from her p*ssy. She felt mortified. Interview or whatever, to be seduced by kisses into doing lewd acts and then make such a mistake on his face…

“I told… you not to do that……”

Weak reproach flowed from Clara’s resigned lips. Slurping sounds emerged from between her legs.

“I said stop.”

Dylan raised his head from between her legs. His prominent Adam’s apple moved up and down. He had swallowed it.

“Y-you ate that? That dirty, smelly thing?”

“Why? It only tastes delicious.”

Dylan licked his lips demonstratively.

“Clara, this isn’t dirty or smelly—it’s what comes out when a woman is aroused.”

While it was a relief that it wasn’t urine, the embarrassment and shame didn’t disappear. Clara covered her face with both hands and let out a long sigh.

“Enough, I want to go home.”

“You’ll feel frustrated if you leave like this.”

“Why would I feel frustrated?”

“Well, because only your entrance was stimulated? We haven’t even gotten to the main part yet.”

Dylan spoke soothingly.

“Please show me your face. We haven’t even finished the interview.”

“The interview is at my discretion. Not for you to do whatever you want.”

Clara shouted with her face buried in her palms. Dylan brought his face close and began planting short kisses on the backs of her hands. Smooch, smooch, smooch. The ticklish, brief friction sounds echoed cheerfully through the space.

“Why do you keep kissing me!”

“Because you’re pretty, of course.”

Another flirtatious remark. Clara lowered her hands and glared at Dylan. The tears that had gathered in her eyes rolled down.

“Are you upset?”

“Why do you think so?”

“Because you’re tearing up.”

Clara hastily wiped away her tears.

“I’m not crying because of that. They just came out……”

“I can’t let you leave now.”

Dylan stared at Clara and smirked.

“Even if you cry, I intend to finish this interview.”

“Wasn’t I the interviewer?”

“I want to show you my best.”

“……Stop talking.”

“Understood. It was getting too difficult anyway.”

“Ah! What are you doing…!”

Clara felt something long pushing into the space that had just been explored by his tongue.

“You told me to stop talking, so I thought I’d move on to the main part. We still need to loosen your body more.”

Dylan murmured with a completely unfazed expression. In his urgency, his speech had become shorter, but neither of them noticed. They were intoxicated by the er*tic atmosphere. Dylan inserted his knobby finger into her slit.

“Mmh…!”

Clara’s eyes widened at this different kind of invasion. Looking down, she could only see the back of his hand with visible veins.

“Is that all of it?”

Clara blinked with a bewildered expression.

“I’ve only inserted two.”

Dylan turned his hand inside her p*ssy and curled up the corners of his mouth. Squelch, squish. He moved his thick-knuckled fingers slowly. The flesh that had never been invaded before clung to the unfamiliar intruder.

His long fingers explored her inner walls slowly, as if coaxing the tight, dry passage. It was a careful, gentle movement. Clara’s opening tightened at this pleasure, different from what she felt when he used his mouth. Despite the contraction at her entrance, his fingers showed no intention of withdrawing.

Only after his fingers reached the deepest part of her narrow inner walls and traced the bumpy folds of her intimate membrane did Dylan reveal his true nature. He scratched and grazed, moving his fingertips in circles. Her widely spread white legs trembled as if convulsing.

“Ah, ngh…!”

A sharp cry briefly escaped Clara’s lips.

“That sounds nice.”

Dylan smiled deeply as he stirred her insides.

“Hah, ngh, mmh, hah, haah!”

Dylan worked his fingers in her moistened crevice. The gentle yet persistent teasing only ended after Clara’s moans rose once more.

He firmly pressed and rubbed the golden bush, now damp with her flowing nectar, with his large hand. It seemed like he was trying to soothe her slightly swollen folds that had received stimulation.

However, as his heated hand slowly applied pressure, Clara felt an inexplicable thirst rising even more.

“Haah……”

All her senses were focused on her lower abdomen, the inside of her p*ssy where his hand had touched, his excited breaths, and his gaze that made her tingle when their eyes met.

Clara exhaled a languid moan like a sigh. She accepted the movement of his fingers stirring her flesh again. She hoped he would relieve the ticklish sensation.

The feeling of fullness pushing into her opening was greater than before. The number of lewd fingers had increased. The movements tasting her thoroughly moistened interior were rougher than before. Not content with just scratching and flicking her membrane, he simultaneously pressed and rolled the swollen bud with his thumb.

“Ngh, mmh, hic, haah, nngh, hah!”

Clara’s waist lifted high, and her b*ttocks quivered. Dylan withdrew his hand from her entrance and grabbed Clara’s bottom with both hands. Then he pressed the tip of his er*ect c*ck against her wet entrance.

“Mmh!”

Clara grabbed Dylan’s forearm at the pressure she felt from the entrance.

“Ha…… it will hurt. Feel free to scratch my body, just don’t tell me to stop.”

Dylan spoke in a heavily suppressed voice as he pushed his thick tip between her entrance.

“Ah, it hurts, mmh, s-stop!”

Clara exhaled repeatedly and cried out loudly. Her bare br*asts shook, creating a dizzying temptation. Dylan swallowed her n*pple and drove himself deeper.

“Mmh, no, I can’t do this. Haah, no more, ah, hic! Ah, I’m tearing, ah…!”

Clara shook her head, whimpering. The penetration that felt like it was cutting into her flesh finally stopped. But he didn’t stop sucking her n*pples and kneading her b*ttocks.

“Hng…… mmh, ugh……”

Clara panted, with just the tip of his enormous c*ck inside her. It was incredibly awkward for Dylan. However, now that he had inserted the most difficult part—the head—the rest should be much easier. He underestimated his c*ck’s length and thrust his hips once more.

“Ah, it huuurts……”

Clara hit Dylan’s chest with her fisted hand, as if throwing a tantrum.

“Just a little, ……just a little more and it’ll be in.”

Dylan whispered, inhaling roughly. But that was no consolation to Clara at all.

“Isn’t it all in already?”

Her reddened eyes, filled with tears, trembled slightly.

Their gazes met. A brief silence passed.

“I can’t do it. If any more comes in, I’ll die. This is already my limit.”

Clara shook her head vigorously.

“It’ll be… mmh, alright.”

His eyes were warm. Clara almost fell captive to his gaze. But before her permission was given, she opened her eyes wide at the column that pushed in as if it would pierce her stomach. Once again, a delicate scream burst from her lips.

“Ah!”

Dylan scattered light kisses on Clara’s trembling face.

“Y-you liar. You said it would be alright……”

Her p*ssy was completely filled, and her lower abdomen felt stuffed. It seemed like she couldn’t even breathe with the enormous foreign sensation. Clara heaved her chest, breathing heavily. She hit Dylan’s chest repeatedly as the pain persisted.

“It needs a little more time……”

Dylan slightly withdrew his c*ck halfway.

“P-pull it out. I think I can survive now… Ahic!”

The member that seemed to be retreating entered her again. Squelch, slosh. Lewd wet sounds came from her moist p*ssy as it rubbed.