Chapter 53
Having reached a second climax, Sylaria lay exhausted and gasping for breath. When Euclid had spread his mouth wide and thrust his tongue deep into her opening, her vision had once again flared white.
She came down from the storm of ecstasy, hips twitching, and lay with her legs spread, panting heavily. The fact that she was lying completely naked before him no longer mattered. He had already seen every part of her, even her most intimate place.
“…Haa… haa.”
As Sylaria’s ragged breaths gradually calmed, Euclid straightened his torso and removed his undergarments. When his manhood was revealed, Sylaria gasped in shock.
It was far larger than it had seemed through the cloth. His flushed e******n was long and hard, like a club. An overwhelmingly threatening one at that.
It was the length of her own forearm. From the rounded tip, clear liquid dripped steadily, and just the glans alone was the size of a child’s fist.
Faced with its sheer size, Sylaria lost all confidence that she could possibly take it in.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Unlike her, who was stricken with fear, Euclid seemed utterly unbothered. In an even tone, he asked while lazily stroking himself with a slow hand.
Seeing that even his large hand could not wrap fully around it, Sylaria swallowed hard and spoke.
“I… I don’t think I can…”
“What can’t you?”
“That… yours… it’s too big.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Sylaria.”
Euclid grinned as he took hold of her legs and spread them apart. The moment the tip of his c**k brushed her entrance, Sylaria panicked and recoiled backward.
“I can’t do it. It’s too big!”
“So it wasn’t a compliment, but an insult.”
When she shrank back in alarm, Euclid furrowed his brow. Watching her pale face, he narrowed his eyes.
“…Fine. I understand.”
Speaking plainly, Euclid withdrew. He climbed down from the bed and walked toward the dressing room adjoining the chamber. Sylaria, who had thought he would argue further, stared at him in bewilderment.
When he returned wearing a robe, his e******n was still stiff and unyielding. Yet as he looked at her lying on the bed, he gave her a spotless smile. From his expression alone, it was hard to believe his c**k was still straining so heavily.
“Shall I fetch you a robe as well? Or would you prefer I call a maid for you?”
“…We’re not going to continue?”
“You said you couldn’t, didn’t you?”
Euclid shrugged his broad shoulders and sat down at the edge of the bed. Then, seeing her dumbfounded expression, he spoke gently.
“I have no interest in forcing you. If you don’t want it, I won’t.”
“What about purification?”
“Our match rate is high enough. We don’t necessarily have to go as far as s*x.”
“Then even after marriage, you’ll be fine without ever… lying with me?”
“Of course.”
Euclid spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He ran a hand through his half-dried hair and added,
“I won’t pressure you over something like this, not even a little. So don’t worry.”
“…But you said once we started, you wouldn’t stop…”
“That was if you wanted me.”
Euclid’s large hand stroked her cheek. Looking at her with warm eyes, he continued.
“You’ve had a hard day. I’ll summon a maid for you, so sleep well. I’ll find another room for myself. Don’t concern yourself with me.”
“…But what if… we tried slowly?”
“Hm?”
“If we go slowly, little by little… maybe it would be okay.”
Sylaria lowered her gaze as she spoke softly. She felt embarrassed after refusing him outright, but it seemed too much of a waste to end their first night like this.
She had already climaxed twice, and yet her body shamelessly craved more. Not his fingers, not his tongue—but him. She wanted to take all of him inside her.
She wanted true union.
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