Chapter 16
“S-sorry. I must have woken you. I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.”
The moment she met the little one’s clear eyes, Tina’s face burned even hotter. Embarrassment washed over her. She gave his head a quick, flustered stroke, gathered the damp sheets, and fled to the washroom.
“I’m not some four-year-old. How could I make a mess like this?”
Tina was so thoroughly rattled by this first-time experience that she failed to notice something. Her small beast had grown a full handspan larger than the image she held in her memory.
Unfortunately, that night’s accident with the sheets did not remain a one-time occurrence.
‘Ah… please…’
The hands that tormented her grew more persistent, more brazen in their invasion with each passing night.
“You’re swallowing it so well. Soon you’ll be ready for something much bigger.”
The voice from the darkness shook her reason as dizzyingly as the stimulation itself.
“Mmnh…”
Tina trembled at the voice calling to her, her body answering before her mind. At some point her hips had started moving on their own, twitching, grasping for what they wanted, though no one had ever taught them how.
“Ah— hah… mm.”
Tina did not know what this feeling was. But it was so overpowering that the thought of identifying it never even crossed her mind.
Tina had never learned the things that mothers teach daughters, and those daughters teach their own in turn. Innocent as pure white snow, she could only feel a fierce, burning thirst beneath the stimulation flooding her body. This was something she had never once heard of, never once felt.
“My, how clever. You already know that touching there will give you what you want?”
And then the moment Tina groped blindly through the darkness and her fingertips grazed something hard and heavy, for the first time, the voice that had been savoring her with such leisure hitched, just briefly.
‘I want to hear more.’
Something inside Tina leapt out, raw as instinct. A voice as desperate as her own. A voice that wanted something fiercely. Perhaps… something she had caused.
So she moved her clumsy fingers and pressed down on that heavy shape. She wanted to hear more of it. Whatever she had drawn out of him, whatever now made him want her. Whatever craved her so desperately.
“Ha… Temptress.”
“Hah— ngh, mmnh.”
Their clumsily tangled bodies rocked in the darkness. Until the next morning, until the sun climbed past the window and stripped the dark completely away.
“Ugh.”
When Tina woke the next day, she sat up the same way she had for the past several mornings, throat raw and tingling. Her voice was hoarse and cracked, as though she had spent the night clinging to someone and sobbing.
‘Was it a dream?’
Tina traced the unfamiliar sensations still faintly lingering and cast her mind back to the night before. The voice that had grown ragged because of her. The breath that had burned hotter. The movements that had turned urgent. All of it came flooding back.
Before she knew it, an inexplicable anticipation filled her from head to toe. Her blood raced, her heart hammered, and a bewildering unfamiliarity wrapped itself around her. Despite it all, the desire to hold that moment in her hands again was seeping steadily into her awareness.
“Hah…”
In that very instant, with no stimulus whatsoever, heat began to bloom from somewhere deep within her body.
It was neither nighttime nor was anyone beside her, and yet an unbearable sensation wound itself around her again.
So the action she took next must have been nothing but instinct, without any reason behind it.
Tina did not know what “this” was. She merely wished to feel again what she had felt the night before, to reach the bliss she had, once again, never been allowed to reach.
“Mmnh.”
Her hand drifted down, guided by something deeper than thought. She reached, hesitated, then placed her fingers gently over herself.
“Hah… ngh.”
As her clumsy fingertips explored below, Tina found herself recalling the sensations that had engulfed her each night. The scalding hand that had burrowed inside her as if to set her core alight. The low voice whispering softly. The pressure that had pushed firmly against her from within.
“Ah… just a little more…”
But memory alone could not carry her to the end. Her fingers only tangled more hopelessly, and the untaught, fumbling motions made her body sharper rather than sated.
“Hk…”
Every clumsy graze now stacked more torment than pleasure. Her vision blurred. Every nerve converged on a single point.
“Just a little more…”
But at that exact moment, a scratching at the door followed by a thin creak reached her ears. Tina jolted upright. Only then did she realize that Rus, who should have been beside her, was nowhere to be seen.
She had not even noticed that Rus, always at her side, was gone.
“I’m sorry. It must have been stuffy. You went outside, didn’t you?”
Tina let Rus in from behind the door. He rubbed his long fur against her legs a few times, fixed her with a steady stare, then climbed onto the bed.
“…..”
Tina stood by the open door for a moment, wondering why she had panicked so badly. For some reason, meeting Rus’s eyes felt difficult.
And though Tina did not know it then, the room was thick to the point of suffocation with the scent of her arousal.
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