Chapter 5 (Part 5)

After fumbling for quite some time, Celestia finally succeeded in unbuttoning his shirt. Sliding her hands inside, she pushed the garment off his shoulders, fully revealing Kayev’s muscular upper body.

“…It’s beautiful.”

Although it wasn’t her first time seeing him bare-chested, their usual frenzied encounters had left little room for proper appreciation. Her whispered remark was genuine. His body looked as though someone had painstakingly sculpted it.

Broad shoulders and thick arms were adorned with well-defined muscles, and his chest rose and fell with his rugged breathing. His entire body, brimming with muscles, seemed to radiate raw power.

Kayev, in turn, observed Celestia as she gazed at him in a trance. She carefully ran her hands over his chiseled abs and sides, her eyes alight with wonder.

Seeing her look at him as if evaluating a fine specimen awakened a previously unknown sense of masculine pride within Kayev.

“Do you like what you see?”

He subtly flexed his shoulders and chest muscles, making them stand out more as he asked. Celestia nodded without hesitation, her expression so adorable and endearing that Kayev felt his heart tighten.

“What part… do you like the most?”

Even as he asked this ridiculous question, a part of him couldn’t believe he was saying it. Yet, he found himself eagerly awaiting her answer.

He wanted to know exactly which parts of him she liked, and how he could appear more attractive in her eyes. For the first time in his life, he desperately wanted to impress someone.

Perhaps his silent wish had reached her. Celestia, still unable to take her eyes or hands off his well-defined muscles and smooth skin, murmured softly.

“Just… everything is beautiful. You look like a statue from a temple. It’s amazing how you have so many muscles. It’s so different from my body…”

Her admiring words filled Kayev with a sense of elation. While he hadn’t built his body to show it off, he suddenly felt a deep sense of pride in his rigorous training. If this was the kind of body Celestia liked, he resolved to continue working hard to maintain it.

Encouraged by Kayev’s calm reaction, Celestia began exploring his body with her small hands. She tentatively squeezed his shoulders, arms, and the area below his chest. Her touch wasn’t so much arousing as it was ticklish, yet his body responded eagerly.

“This might sound silly now, but it still feels surreal that I’m doing this with you.”

Celestia said this while looking at his flushed face.

“I feel the same way.”

Kayev replied, a sudden curiosity crossing his mind.

“Did you ever want to do this with me before?”

At his question, Celestia lowered her gaze, her face turning red.

“No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t have known what to do back then. The most I ever imagined was… just a simple kiss…”

Her innocent answer made Kayev want to cry out. Whether it was in the past or now, Celestia had an uncanny ability to drive him crazy.

“Really? Just a kiss? That’s a bit disappointing. Well, for old times’ sake, I wouldn’t mind offering my lips.”

Despite his pounding heart, Kayev tried to maintain a nonchalant demeanor, but Celestia, annoyed by his teasing, retorted sharply.

“I was going to do that anyway, even if you didn’t say anything.”

Despite her defiant words, Celestia awkwardly climbed onto his lap. As Kayev adjusted his posture to make her more comfortable, wrapping his arms around her waist, her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

Placing her hands on his firm chest, she slowly brought her lips to his. A thrilling sensation traveled up her spine as their lips met. The kiss was soft and dreamlike, as though he was fulfilling her long-ago fantasies from her girlhood.

Celestia felt a wave of emotion. Though they had come so far from those innocent days, the happiness she felt in this moment was undeniably real.

What began as a gentle kiss grew increasingly passionate as time went on. Their lips tangled messily, and before long, their tongues intertwined, licking and sucking at each other.

“Your body is beautiful, but there’s something else I like about you.”

Celestia whispered softly as their lips parted with a wet sound. She wasn’t sure where her newfound boldness had come from. Her hands, which had been exploring his chest moments ago, had already wandered downward to a more daring location.

“I like this too. Though I wasn’t impressed at first… now I think it’s quite nice.”

Her brazen words drove Kayev half-mad. Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around the prominent bulge that had been straining against his trousers, stroking it lightly up and down.

“…Tia…”

For the first time, Kayev found himself completely at her mercy. All he could do was hold onto her slim waist and endure the clumsy yet tantalizing stimulation she offered.

Kayev let out a low growl, his fists clenching and unclenching as he struggled with the tension and anticipation building within him. His mouth went dry, and sweat beaded on the back of his neck—a clear sign of his arousal.

Celestia found herself enjoying the sight of Kayev unraveling in her hands.

It was her first time touching him like this, and the unfamiliar sensation of his hardened length was overwhelming. Yet, knowing it was a part of him made even the initial strangeness feel endearing.

She slowly caressed his rigid member, which felt as hard as a rock. Her fingers traced the prominent veins, squeezing the firm shaft gently. Kayev’s breathing grew rougher, especially when she touched the darkened tip, which resembled a ripe fruit.

Was this the most sensitive spot?

With her exploring hand circling the thick head of his manhood, teasing the spurts of liquid that spilled out, he let out a strangled plea, as though he were being choked.

“Tia, if you keep touching me like that… it’s too much… ah…”

Witnessing his reaction for the first time, Celestia began to feel a rising thrill. Seeing the man who always seemed so strong now begging her was both novel and exciting. Celestia finally understood, at least a little, why Kayev had always been so persistent when he touched her.

For quite some time, she enthusiastically explored Kayev’s body, but soon she encountered an unexpected problem.

‘How long am I supposed to keep doing this?’

Celestia’s knowledge was limited to vague tidbits she had picked up and her past experiences with Kayev. In other words, she was far from adept at taking the lead in such physical encounters. Her body, which had gradually heated up as she touched him, now ached with unfulfilled desire.

‘I wish he’d just put it in already…’

However, Celestia lacked the courage to lift her skirt and lower herself onto his manhood on her own. Instead, she tried to guide Kayev with her words.

“So, what do you want me to do now? Hmm? Tell me, Kayev.”

But he didn’t seem to catch on to her clumsy provocation, instead muttering something completely off-topic.

“Whatever you want to do, Tia. Honestly, I’m so out of it right now, I wouldn’t even notice if you stabbed me in the side.”

He mumbled this while burying his face wildly against her neck and chest. Having surrendered everything to her hands, Kayev seemed to have completely relinquished control to her.

Celestia found herself in a difficult position. A moment ago, she had impulsively decided to touch Kayev first, but she was still a novice at this. Asking for penetration outright was far too embarrassing. She wished Kayev would take the lead as he usually did, but for some reason, he left everything up to her.

“That’s… not what I meant. You need to tell me exactly what you want. Like, tell me to spread my legs or that you want to put this inside me.”

“What?”

Frustrated, Celestia began to press him, not realizing that her words would provoke him.

“If you tell me to spread my legs, I’ll do it anytime. Just ask me, and I’ll—ah! Kayev!”

Unfortunately, she didn’t know how far to push him in such a situation or when to loosen the reins she held. 

“…What? You’ll spread your legs anytime if I ask?”

He growled, teetering between excitement and anger. The gentle, heated atmosphere didn’t last long, quickly giving way to something far more primal. Unable to endure Celestia’s teasing any longer, Kayev finally snapped.

“Ah!”

Her clothes began to come off piece by piece. At some point, the two were completely n*ked, their bare skin pressed together.

Overwhelmed by the fiery passion consuming them, the scenes before her eyes blurred and flickered like flashes. When she came to her senses, Celestia found herself lying on the dining table where they had been eating not long ago, with Kayev hungrily devouring her lower body.

“Ah, Kayev… ahh, ah, ahnn…!”

Every time she screamed and writhed, Kayev gripped her legs tighter, spreading them further apart. Their movements sent the tableware clattering to the floor, creating a cacophony of noise. But by then, neither of them had any shred of rationality left.

After Celestia reached her first climax, Kayev wasted no time in covering her body with his own, aligning his manhood with her entrance, and thrusting in deeply in one swift motion.

The tight walls of her heat stretched to accommodate him, and the sensation of being filled sent Kayev into a frenzy. Likewise, the overwhelming fullness from his thick, unyielding length left Celestia dazed.

“Ahh, ah…!”

The heavy dining table creaked and shifted as he pounded into her with relentless force. Each time his hardness struck her deepest spot, a wave of electrifying pleasure surged through her, consuming her entirely.

Celestia welcomed his rough thrusts with joy. Knowing that he found pleasure in her body made her happy, and the fact that she could give him anything at all filled her with satisfaction.

She loved the moments when they became one. During those times, she didn’t have to think about any of the complicated matters in her life. No, she couldn’t think about them even if she wanted to. Letting go of all thoughts, reason, and judgment, she surrendered entirely to her primal instincts.

“Ah, ahh, ahhh…!”

Celestia clung to the exhilarating sensation of liberation. Trusting Kayev completely, she used him as her anchor, letting herself be carried away by the raging waves.

At the end of it all, what awaited her was an abyss of blissful ecstasy.