Chapter 4 (Part 4)

“Are you not going to answer?”

And, as always, Celestia delivered a response that caught him off guard.

“…Because, of course, I like you…”

Seemingly embarrassed by her own confession, she mumbled while avoiding his gaze.

It had been a long time since he’d heard her say those words. Her pure, unguarded declaration was a merciless attack that always left Kayev defenseless. Not knowing when or where she might strike, he wondered if it would be better to surrender his heart to her in advance.

Her sudden, sweet confession left him utterly disarmed. But it wasn’t a hollow defeat—it was a fulfilling surrender. If he could, he would have embraced her right then and poured out his own feelings.

He wanted to tell her how happy he had been that night when she came to him, how much her attempt to heal him had meant to him, and how utterly exhilarated he had been to see her willingly open herself to him.

In truth, Kayev had been plagued by a lingering sense of unease ever since reuniting with Celestia. Perhaps his constant coldness toward her had been fueled by that very anxiety.

Kayev was deeply unsettled by the uncertainty—whether Celestia still harbored feelings for him or if she had completely moved on. That uncertainty gnawed at him relentlessly.

However, on the night she came to his bedroom, he could faintly confirm her feelings. Despite her tightly shut eyes, clenched fists, and visibly tense expression, she had willingly embraced him. If she felt no affection for Kayev, such a thing would have been impossible.

Had Celestia shown even the slightest hesitation or aversion toward him, Kayev would not have dared to hold her, even if it meant stabbing his own leg to restrain himself. 

But he had seen it—the desire and longing reflected in those blue eyes that had captivated him so deeply. That was why he, too, had lost control.

Yet, the very next day, she flipped her attitude as if turning over her palm, disappearing without a trace. Her sudden coldness reignited his anxiety. But that anxiety melted away like snow upon hearing her simple confession: ‘Because, of course, I like you.’ What remained was a profound sense of fulfillment that filled his chest.

Finally assured of her true feelings, the emotions he had suppressed for so long threatened to burst forth. Waves of affection for her surged within him, overwhelming him. Yet, Kayev found himself unable to express this overflowing emotion in words.

There were countless reasons for his hesitation. Most of all, he found it unbearably embarrassing to confess feelings he had never once spoken aloud. 

On the other hand, he was also afraid. After rejecting and pushing her away for so long, he doubted whether Celestia would believe him if he suddenly declared, “I love you too.” Especially when, at that very moment, his swollen arousal was pressing insistently against her lower abdomen.

His mind spinning, Kayev reached a conclusion. If expressing his feelings through words was too difficult, he would show her through actions instead.

Her constant fidgeting in his arms, which only served to provoke him further, made it impossible for him to hold back any longer. Whispering sweet nothings of love could wait until later.

Inhaling her sweet scent lingering at the tip of his nose, Kayev lowered his head. Unable to resist his impulses any longer, he captured her plump lower lip between his teeth. As their moist lips met and sealed together, the sweetness emanating from her seemed to intensify.

Celestia, caught off guard by his sudden kiss, did not resist. Her compliance only fueled Kayev’s desire further, causing his body to react uncontrollably. After all, her lack of resistance was proof that she didn’t dislike what they were doing.

He wanted to experience the same ecstasy he had felt with her the previous night. Unlike that night, where he had been half out of his mind, today he wanted to take his time, ensuring she experienced the same pleasure he did.

Kayev’s lips moved more fervently, teasing and stimulating Celestia’s. He slipped his tongue into the small opening between her lips, seeking out her shyly hidden tongue. As he nibbled and sucked, making wet sounds, she squirmed slightly in response.

No matter how much her body trembled, he couldn’t bring himself to let go. Her small tongue, responding to his movements—whether he pulled her closer or sucked harder—was so endearing it made his heart ache.

Their lips remained locked in a sticky embrace until breathy moans escaped from her, heightening the heated atmosphere between them. 

By the time Celestia finally broke free from his lips, the air between them was thick with passion.

“I need to check if you’re really okay.”

Seemingly forgetting about persuasion altogether, Kayev hastily lifted her skirt without waiting for permission. His gray eyes, half-dazed like the night before, betrayed his lack of composure. Though he was aware of how shameless he was being, he couldn’t stop himself.

Celestia didn’t particularly try to stop him either. She, too, was in a dazed state, her mind fogged from the kiss they had just shared.

Her confession that she liked him had not been a lie. From the moment she first met him, through the time they had been apart, and now in this very moment, she had loved him. 

She didn’t fully understand why he suddenly kissed her or why he was so insistent on checking her body, but she wanted to give him whatever he desired.

Still, recalling Kayev’s earlier cold and irritable demeanor, a mix of affection and resentment bubbled within her. 

Even as her heart fluttered at the kisses he trailed along her face and neck, Celestia playfully hit his back with her fists. Her punches, however, did little to faze his solid frame, and Kayev continued undeterred.

His large, rough hands disappeared beneath her skirt, searching for her undergarments. After fumbling for a while, he finally slipped his hand inside, finding the soft mound beneath. The moment his fingers brushed against her, both of them let out low sighs.

“Hngh… Kayev…”

She called his name in a pleading tone, but Kayev, as if deaf, continued moving his hand. His large, warm hand cupped her entirely, pressing against her as if to lift her. The friction between her delicate skin and his calloused hand sparked a strange heat.

Eventually, his fingers parted her folds, stroking the wet entrance more boldly.

“Ah, don’t… don’t touch me like that…”

Though her words expressed rejection, her hips twitched, following the movements of his fingers. Clutching his clothes with trembling hands, her appearance lacked any real conviction.

“Why are you so wet…? Hm?”

Kayev murmured against her ear, his breath heavy, as he planted a kiss on her earlobe. Feeling the sticky wetness coating his fingers, an intense wave of arousal coursed through him, making the back of his neck tingle. Knowing that she was just as aroused as he was drove him mad.

“Hngh, I don’t know… Don’t ask me things like that…”

Her feeble attempts to push him away were meaningless; her body faithfully responded to his touch. Celestia cursed her body for becoming wet from just a kiss. Oblivious to her inner turmoil, Kayev explored her more persistently, as if he had stumbled upon an oasis in a desert.

“Does it sting… when I touch you like this?”

Now openly teasing her sensitive areas, Kayev flicked and rolled her cl*t, making Celestia shudder and gasp. 

“I told you… I don’t know… Stop asking me, ngh, how many times do I have to say it?”

What frustrated her even more was how, despite her irritation, her legs trembled from the pleasure, leaving her unable to resist. She felt like such a fool, powerless against him.

Yet, no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t bring herself to reject his hands, his lips, or the warmth of his embrace.

Kayev, on the other hand, was equally tormented. Celestia’s ambiguous reactions—neither outright rejection nor clear acceptance—left him clueless about what she truly wanted.

“Then… tell me if this doesn’t hurt.”

Kayev, unable to ask outright if he could proceed immediately, instead began to slowly push his finger into the entrance that he had been teasing moments before. The damp folds parted, making way for him. The sensation of her inner walls clinging to his thick finger felt like warm, melted cream. Though he desperately wanted to plunge himself into that tight, heated space, he held himself back.

“Haa… ah…”

It didn’t seem like her earlier claim that she wasn’t in pain was a lie. Even as he added a second finger, Celestia let out only breathless moans of pleasure.

Kayev began a gentle rhythm with his fingers. Each thrust into her drenched core produced lewd, squelching sounds that echoed loudly. Celestia buried her face in his shoulder, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Hnn… Kayev…”

As he stroked and pressed against the ridged inner walls with his firm fingertips, he felt the elasticity of her flesh. The slightly swollen, tender lining twitched and clung to his movements, responding sensitively to every motion.

When he pushed his fingers deeper, scraping lightly against her textured walls, a fresh gush of fluid flowed out, accompanied by her soft groans. Watching her reactions alone filled him with a satisfaction different from the intoxicated frenzy of the other night.

“I hope it feels good for you too, Tia.”

Whispering those words into her ear, Kayev kissed and nipped at her lips and neck with fervor.