Chapter 23
Kasselard turned to look at Ephinia, and yet he was still holding her hand. Rationally, he knew he should let go. He knew, but…
“……”
“…You should let go now.”
He nearly contradicted himself, the words hovering on his lips. After clearing his throat, Kasselard released her hand with a face full of lingering regret. Ephinia brushed over the hand that had been held and chose the words she needed to say.
“L-Last time, you were completely undressed, so… I think that’s why a problem happened. So this time…”
“You’re saying you’ll do it while I’m fully dressed?”
“Yes.”
When Ephinia answered with a resolute expression, Kasselard looked at her with a subtle gaze. He couldn’t say that stripping completely in front of her had been a good thing, but the way she had looked over his body with embarrassment hadn’t been bad either.
“What about when I come? I’m going to e*******e again, right. I don’t think I can guarantee I won’t.”
“Th-then I… I-I’ll wipe it for you with a handkerchief.”
He wanted to reply, And what about my clothes getting smeared even if you wipe it? but clothes could simply be brought by an attendant. Even her outing dress could be produced with a single snap of his fingers.
While Kasselard was lost in thought, Ephinia’s gaze went to the bracelet on his wrist. The crystal ornament clearly displayed the number 1282.
‘Still, it’s better than back then.’
In the meantime, he would have taken a guiding substitute as well and managed himself in his own way. At Ephinia’s relieved expression, Kasselard raised an eyebrow slightly and spoke.
“Where are you going to touch first?”
“Pardon?”
“What, did you think you’d pull that out right away?”
At Kasselard’s words, Ephinia’s face flushed red again. The heat rose back into her face that had seemed to cool as she explained. Seeing that expression, Kasselard smiled with satisfaction.
“I’m still angry, so if you want to touch it, take it off yourself.”
“N-No, you don’t have to take it off! Today, we’re doing it while you’re dressed…”
“Hm…”
As Kasselard strode toward her, Ephinia shuffled backward. As he drew closer and closer, she glanced behind her. She was already nearing the wall.
“W-Why are you coming closer?”
“You’re saying cute things. Can you guide from that far away?”
She kept retreating, but eventually her back touched the wall. Kasselard smiled softly, bent down, and examined Ephinia’s expression. He liked her tense, flushed cheeks.
“You said you were going to guide.”
“I-I will!”
With a choked expression, Ephinia reached her hand toward his chest. Fortunately, he was dressed lightly rather than in full uniform. Perhaps bothered by his earlier remark about touching him below first, she started with his upper body.
Kasselard watched what she was doing with an interested gaze.
‘Her fingertips are shaking. Cute.’
He wanted to bite the fingers unbuttoning his shirt. He wondered what kind of expression she would make if he grabbed her wrist, bit her fingers, and slowly licked up with his tongue.
Ephinia didn’t even finish undoing all the buttons before slipping her hand inside. Perhaps she didn’t want to see his n*****s already standing e***t. Maybe it was embarrassment.
‘Ah. Damn it…’
Maybe because she was tense, those plump lips parted just a little were driving him crazy. He wanted to shove his tongue in there and suck right away, but he knew he shouldn’t.
“Ahh…”
As she traced his heaving chest with her fingertips every time he breathed in sharply, she could feel his breathing growing rougher. Blushing, Ephinia gently traced over his sharply heated n*****s with her fingertips.
“Ugh, ha… ngh…”
Still, since it was the second time, he seemed to be enduring it better than the first. Kasselard bent his body and buried his face against Ephinia’s shoulder. She flinched at his rough, damp breath pouring over her nape, but she ignored it and focused on guiding.
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