Chapter 33
The sensation surged deep inside him.
It was… an unexpected feeling. Far more intense than simply mingling tongues. It was even more unnerving than the act of rubbing their g******s together for pleasure.
Celesto let out a suppressed moan. Following instincts he had never experienced before, he curled his tongue around Roarna’s.
When he reacted, awkwardly though it was, Roarna became more assertive.
“Mm, uhng….”
She tilted her head, pressing her lips deeper against his. Her small, pliant tongue swept across every corner of his mouth.
“Hah, ha…”
Celesto drew rough, animalistic breaths. His brain felt like it was melting.
He met her movements unceasingly, exhaling hot breaths without pause. Every breath and drop of saliva he released slid down Roarna’s throat.
For something so small and delicate, Roarna handled him skillfully.
Her thumb pressed as if immobilizing him, her tongue ransacked his mouth, and with her soft throat—barely enough to swallow a dessert—she engulfed him.
It was unbearably arousing.
Celesto raised his right hand. Without hesitation, he grabbed the back of Roarna’s head. He pressed the small head down, allowing them to overlap more deeply, reaching further inside.
“Uuhng!”
Roarna moaned, her throat trembling.
The sharp sound made Celesto’s shoulders flinch.
But soon he realized that the sound wasn’t born of pain or resistance.
Hah…
Every time Celesto’s tongue tangled with hers, Roarna’s cheeks flushed bright red. The partially visible eyes beneath her quivering lashes had a haze in them, more clouded than before.
Celesto pulled back his hood slightly. Her sweat-dampened blonde hair glistened under the lights hanging from the research lab ceiling.
Before Roarna could even fully take in the sight, Celesto drew her waist closer. Through several layers of clothing, their vulnerable points pressed together once more.
Celesto let out a low moan. His thick hoodie already radiated warmth—the moisture seeping from Roarna’s secret place.
Whether it was intercourse, foreplay, or the female body itself—Celesto didn’t know much of any of it. But there was one thing he knew for certain:
Roarna felt it deeply.
He moved just as Roarna had. He sharpened the tip of his tongue to lick her lips, and slid it in between her mouth, mingling with the sweet breath spilling from her.
Then the woman sitting in front of his pants shuddered. Her legs stiffened, and her firm thighs clamped tightly around the bulging area.
Celesto thrust his hips out of habit. The column trapped beneath his pants pressed forcefully between her folds. Roarna screamed at the heat pressing against her c******s.
“Hey!”
She struck his chest with her fist. But it was weaker than the beat of his own heart.
Celesto barely pulled his lips away. A thin strand of saliva stretched between them like silver thread.
…Better not say anything.
He exhaled harshly, like a beast.
He forced down the thought that the weak fists bouncing against his chest were turning him on.
His lust-glazed green eyes fixed on Roarna. Her flushed face, looking up at him, pressed heavily against his lower abdomen.
“Y-you… again… huh, going all out again….”
Roarna managed to catch her ragged breath as she spoke.
“Are you an idiot? Don’t be so hasty… haa, I was supposed to teach you, remember? Ugh….”
Roarna wasn’t wrong. But after indulging fully in the kiss, he had no right to complain.
If he were even slightly in his right mind, Celesto would have certainly pointed that out.
But not now. Even the faint reproach mixed into Roarna’s voice felt sweet enough to make him lose all reason.
Celesto’s lower body had already reached its limit. His c**k was rock hard, as if about to burst, and his skin had grown so sensitive that he could feel the friction through his pants.
If it weren’t for some instinctive sense telling him he shouldn’t, he might have already pulled his pants down.
Celesto looked down at the woman trapped against him. With his hood discarded, the dark desire in his green eyes was fully exposed.
“When….”
A strained, hoarse voice escaped from between his quivering lips.
“When will it… end? Today.”
The low, husky voice settled across the floor, and Roarna let out a quiet moan.
“There’s time. But we’re in the middle of class, Celesto.”
“Class… what…”
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