Chapter 52
But the man who had crumpled the steel with his bare hands seemed unbothered. He simply calmly removed the leg guard.
Like someone undergoing some kind of penance.
Celesto kneaded the crumpled leg guard back and forth. The steel, which had been pitifully crushed, regained a somewhat flat shape.
Cold sweat trickled down my chilled spine.
My gaze fixed on his calloused fingers.
‘That… is it really okay to put that inside me?’
Was it a good idea to teach fingering to a man with enough strength to crumple and flatten steel?
Especially to someone who had just become enraged upon hearing that ‘I want something inside me too’?
A fear of penetration—something I had never once felt in my life—suddenly washed over me.
Just then, Celesto sprang up from his seat.
“I’m going to wash my hands.”
And before I could stop him, he left the bedroom. I heard him thumping down the stairs.
I shouted out, too late.
“Where are you going? There’s a bathroom on the second floor!”
But beyond the half-open bedroom door, only a familiar sound came. The sound of the back door leading to the rear of the building opening.
I muttered without meaning to.
“Why does he go all the way to the well just to wash his hands?”
After a while, Celesto returned.
As if he had been wrestling with the well, his entire body was soaked in cold water.
With his clothes clinging to his body, things I didn’t particularly want to see were also noticeable. Namely, the red light flickering in his g***n.
“…”
I deliberately ignored it.
“First. Come back up. I’ll teach you in order.”
Normally, I would have scolded him to dry himself off with a towel first, but coincidentally, the waterproof sheet was already prepared.
Seeming to realize that fact as well, Celesto slowly climbed onto my bed.
A different heaviness than before pressed down on the layered blankets.
I glanced down at Celesto’s hand.
His fingertips were all red from washing in the cold water. Perhaps because his knuckles were so large and thick, they looked like a bundle of e***t d***s.
‘Am I just so sexually frustrated that my mind’s going weird places?’
I calmed my mind with a deep breath.
Right. It’s not like I can just tell him to break his vow of chastity and f**k me with his c**k. It’s better to teach him how to use his fingers somehow.
So… as long as he doesn’t break me.
“Phew, first… I’ll show you where to start touching.”
I leaned my back against the stack of pillows. Then, slowly, I lifted the hem of my loungewear skirt.
Cool air crept between my legs. Because I wasn’t wearing any underwear, my g******s were fully exposed under the light.
Not expecting that I would be wearing nothing under my loungewear, Celesto’s eyes wavered.
Forcing aside my embarrassment, I rubbed my middle finger over my c******s.
“First… you know this spot, right?”
“…Yeah.”
Celesto answered in a hoarse voice.
“If we’ve already started with kissing, you wouldn’t need this since I’d already be wet… but there might be times when you can’t, so.”
I rubbed my c******s in small circles with my fingertip. A familiar pleasure began to spread languidly.
“Now you probably know… but if you’re in a hurry and rub too hard, it hurts… so rubbing it about this hard is good.”
With that, I removed my hand from my c******s.
Honestly, I was a bit reluctant. I’m usually not very sensitive to my own touch. But today, strangely, my own fingers felt unusually welcome.
But the moment Celesto, following my lead, brushed his fingertip over my c******s—
I realized where that exceptional sensitivity had come from.
“Heueu…”
In my slowly blurring vision, Celesto’s face appeared.
His expression as he carefully rubbed my c******s, as if doing it for the first time…
‘Is this… really the first time?’
I thought, amidst the slowly rising heat.
Come to think of it, this might actually be the first time I was having Celesto use his hands directly.
I had told him about the c******s when he asked me to show him what made me feel good, but I’d never actually shown him how to stimulate it—Celesto had learned on his own.
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