Chapter 25
“Hah, ha.”
“Since we’ve come this far, shall we take it slow and enjoy it?”
Intent on making proper amends, Hitaon didn’t increase his pace—he kept moving his hips at the same languid rhythm.
At first, overwhelmed by everything, she’d thought it was a relief that it wasn’t more intense. But as time passed, Luirene’s resolve began to waver.
“Nngh…!”
The itch deep in her belly wouldn’t quite be satisfied. The sensation of nearly reaching it, of being just one step away, refused to cross that final threshold. The frustrating feeling continued until she was desperate, her breath catching. When she bit her lip, Hitaon licked it with his tongue.
“Young mas… ter. Ah, ngh.”
“Shh.”
“Hnnngh.”
“Your moans are rather pleasant to hear.”
She knew why he silenced her. The moment they were caught, this sweet secret meeting would turn into a nightmare of chaos. Things like this are more fun when they’re secret. It was true. S*x with the precious young master of this mansion was something that must never be discovered.
“Was it this side? Earlier.”
Hitaon shifted his hip position slightly and prodded a different direction than before. Luirene’s thighs began to tremble. A shallow spot near the entrance, close to her navel—the part that had convulsed just from his finger rubbing it was now being ground against by the large, thick tip of his shaft.
“Haaah…”
The pleasure, which had stayed below a certain threshold, intensified in an instant. From the creaking, moving junction, a viscous fluid like honey melted out. The proof of her pleasure—her arousal had grown thick.
Her breath broke apart under the pleasure that licked every corner of her body. Luirene unconsciously dug her nails into his shoulders. Hitaon, enjoying the pleasant pain, thrust his hips up with a dull thud, thud.
Instead of speed, weight began to accumulate. The teasing that had simply been going in and out had transformed into a heavy piston motion, gathering strength from his lower back and slamming his entire body into her.
The old bed couldn’t endure it—it squeaked and groaned. Even though the two of them were trying to move as quietly and secretly as possible, it still did. As if no secret meeting, however clandestine, could hide its hot, intense traces.
“Hnn, ugh, ngh.”
“Hah, s**t, good… huff.”
The pace of thrusting increased just slightly, and the frequency of their chests pressing and rubbing against each other grew. His shaft filled her core without gap, tightly packed.
Each thrust was so dense that she couldn’t even feel him pulling out. It just felt like he was endlessly pushing in. Her flesh responded in kind, repeating minute contractions and relaxations, gripping his shaft with elasticity.
“Hah, ha.”
“I’m going to finish now. Quiet.”
“Hnn, yes, yes.”
As climax approached, each time he drove in, her core tightened and pulsed violently. The thrilling tremors spreading along her walls grew stronger, and finally, at the moment the bed’s creaking reached its peak, she reached her limit.
Luirene’s mouth covered, her entire body went rigid. A rapturous aura swirled in her unfocused purple eyes.
Hitaon too, biting her slender neck, reached climax. Their legs tangled messily. His body trembling, he jerked his hips roughly several times, spilling every last drop. A relentless release.
“…So this is what it felt like.”
With a voice steeped in profound realization, he withdrew his shaft, which had been buried to the deepest point. Mucus stretched like thread from her orifice—spread open in the shape of a shaft—and the tip of his p***s. Her core still burned as if they were still connected.
“I thought I was going to die.”
“…You’re very much alive.”
“It’s just an expression.”
Seeing her completely limp and sprawled, Hitaon smiled with his eyes stretched wide. He looked like a beautiful, immature boy.
“Don’t smile like that.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s annoying.”
“Hah. You’re cute.”
Hitaon laid Luirene down flat and belatedly tidied himself below. He simply wiped his own shaft roughly with a corner of the blanket, but for Luirene’s g***n, he took a silk handkerchief from his pocket and carefully cleaned every single crevice.
“How was it?”
“…I didn’t know it would be this shocking.”
“In a good way? Or bad?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll take that as the former.”
“…I shouldn’t have done it.”
“…So it was the latter?”
“It’s not that… I think I’m going to remember this every time I see the young master’s face from now on. What should I do?”
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