Chapter 223
Chapter 223
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 223
Chapter Title: Chapter 5-2. Rest
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Arhil's eyes widened in surprise as she lifted her head.
"Hic!"
The moment their gazes met, she trembled like a frightened rabbit. Unconsciously, Arhil gripped tighter with her hand, forgetting she was holding Judah's manhood.
"Eek!"
As Judah let out a sharp cry of pain, Arhil's face filled with panic. "Huh?" She realized what she'd done.
"Kyaa, kyaah! J-Judah! I'm sorry!"
Arhil hurriedly loosened her grip. It was still rigid as if sensing a threat to its life, head tilted toward the ceiling, but Judah's face looked pained.
"Are you okay? It hurts a lot, doesn't it! Just hold on a second. No, bear with it just a bit!"
She couldn't just leave it like that. Arhil immediately cast a holy spell, infusing Judah's manhood with its power. A brilliant light seeped in, carrying healing energy that eased the pain.
"Ah...?"
For a moment, Arhil remembered what power she possessed. She vaguely knew it excited not just herself, but the other person a little too.
What if she aroused Judah in this situation? Her heart pounded as she swallowed hard.
"It... still doesn't look okay... Hold on."
She brought her hand close to his manhood, stroking it gently while casting more recovery magic than necessary.
The penis she'd just sucked and licked to completion grew even harder, radiating intense heat.
"It's so big..."
In the darkness, she'd only guessed by feel—or somewhat when taking it in her mouth—but seeing it now made its size all too real.
Fwaaah!
Gazing at the manhood glowing like a holy sword, Arhil felt anticipation. The radiant, warm light clearly came from her hand, yet it felt like it emanated from the stiff, upright shaft itself.
Without hesitation, she even applied a blessing. It was holy magic laced with impure intentions. Gabriel would have been utterly dumbfounded if she knew.
"Um... does it feel better?"
Arhil looked at Judah with eyes full of inexplicable anticipation and fear. He couldn't understand the seductive glint in her sidelong glance or the provocative way she pursed her lips.
Already aroused, one release wasn't enough to quell his lust. Her "healing" recovery and blessing were like pouring oil on a fire. The blood pumping fiercely through his heart circulated even more violently.
"...Hoo!"
As he exhaled the breath he'd held, Arhil's eyes sparkled with expectation.
"Does it feel better? No more pain? Now?"
How could she mix shyness with such seductive eyes? She cast her gaze downward demurely, yet her hand provocatively trailed lightly up his manhood. Her grip varied—gentle once, firm the next.
It hurts.
In a different way.
Can't hold back? The meal's laid out—surely you're not going to let it go?
It felt like pure provocation. Another blessing enveloped his body.
More intense than before, mingled with what seemed like Arhil's sweet breath at his nose. Judah reached out, knocking over the bedside lamp. Click—the button depressed, flooding the room with light. He bolted up and pinned her down.
"Ah... J-Judah...?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Huh? D-Do what?"
Judah frowned. She wore pajamas, but sweat had made the fabric cling, exposing her skin. Her faintly visible pink nipples and soft flesh tempted him.
"I asked if you're okay? Not at all! You're making it worse. It's hot, it hurts, it's about to burst. What are you going to do about it?"
Judah presented his manhood to her—dimmer now but still glowing like a holy sword, giving it an ethereal feel.
Arhil's already flushed cheeks burned redder.
"Th-Then."
Covering her face with both hands, she whispered in a tiny voice and spread her legs in an M-shape. The hem of her hiked-up dress and the lamplight made her glistening slit sparkle. Tightly closed, with faint pubic hair matching her head.
"I'll... heal you. So it won't hurt."
An absurd excuse. But they both wanted the same thing. Above all, resisting her temptation was impossible. Her lustful body, legs spread invitingly despite her shy voice, was enough to ignite his desire.
Feeling like his nose might bleed, Judah grasped her wrists and pulled her hands away. No resistance—her face looked up with eager eyes. He lowered himself and pressed his lips to hers.
Smooch—
Her small, soft lips met his like a baby's. Arhil wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His body pressed against her, squishing her ample breasts trapped in her pajamas.
Their lips overlapped repeatedly, exploring each other. No particular taste, but the sensation was addictively intoxicating.
Slurp—
Sucking, biting, leaving marks, swallowing pooled saliva for a brief pause—then immediately reconnecting.
"Hngh!"
Sweet breaths escaped. As Judah lowered his awkward stance, his penis tip brushed her slit. Sticky love juices coated the tip.
"I'll take them off."
"...Y-Yes."
But with desire raging like a beast, leisurely undressing was a waste of time. Breathing heavily, Judah grabbed the fabric between her breasts and tore it open. Her freed breasts rippled like soft pudding—enough to stir any man's heart. He opened wide and bit down on a pink nipple.
"Kyaa!"
The ideal reaction, the voice he wanted to hear—it fired him up. Lust blazed hotter as he left handprints on her other breast. Kneading the squishy flesh drew out soft moans of longing.
"Hahk...! Hic!"
Pinched nipples made Arhil's hips buck. She couldn't hold back the moans. She might endure him sucking her nipples with his tongue, but biting with teeth and tugging with fingers sent jolts of pleasure. Nothing special, yet it felt so good.
The soft light illuminating the room, his gentle yet rough actions, the boiling lust—it was more than Arhil had dreamed.
"Haa...! Haahng! Kyah!"
Usually just baggage that drew men's stares, her breasts now had Judah clinging like a victor. Satisfaction welled up, but longing overwhelmed it.
Teasing her breasts, lifting her underboob, wiping sweat from her cleavage— it only heightened her frustration.
"Hnnnghh...!"
But shame kept her from begging him to hurry up and enter. No more foreplay. She just wanted this moment over. Judah rose, gazed at her, kissed her once more, and thrust with his hips.
"Hngk!"
His rigid erection grazed her slit, roughly peeling back her clitoral hood. The exposed pink nub rubbed against the thick veins of his penis as it slid up and down, sparking pleasure.
'Hurry...! Hurryyy...!'
Her pussy clenched, leaking juices. Arhil didn't want to admit her own lewdness. But right now, it didn't matter. She just wanted to end this aching hunger. And her wish came true.
"Hnnnnghhh!"
Schlick—Judah's penis plunged straight in, instinct and chance parting her folds. It felt astonishingly hot and huge. Her soaked inner walls welcomed the rough intruder.
"Hah... Ah.... Ah...!"
Eyes wide, she accepted something beyond fingers for the first time. The hymen's breach was instant, torn in a blink.
Breath caught, but no pain. The sting was fleeting; pleasure lingered. Fully sheathed to the root, Arhil felt overwhelming joy and a massive wave crashing up her spine to her scalp.
"!!!"
The intense pleasure from her hymen tearing—not pain—pushed her to climax. Her walls spasmed, squirting juices like a fountain as lights flashed before her eyes. Mind-numbing ecstasy paralyzed her repeatedly.
Tears streamed down her cheeks from that pleasure, not pain.
Mistaking it for hurt, Judah leaned in to comfort with a kiss. More sticky than before—Arhil boldly slipped her tongue in. Saliva exchanged as his hips began slow movements.
Schlick, schlick—the lewd sounds echoed, blood and juices mixing as they flowed. Losing her virginity stirred no particular emotion. It held no great meaning anyway.
She'd simply had no one who touched her heart until now. No fated partner, so she'd preserved it. Instead, she felt relief it was Judah.
'Judah...?'
Arhil's moans burst out, muffled by his lips—only ragged breaths transmitted.
Fiercer thrusts followed, her sweet, lustful cries urging him on. The sturdy bed began creaking under the force.
"Haa, aaaah! J-Judaaaah...! Hnnnguu!"
She knew her voice sounded seductive. Just hearing it seemed too erotic. But holding it back was harder. Forcing her lips shut irked him—his hand clamped her breast.
It hurt, but felt good.
She understood why men obsessed over sex. Why married women at the temple blushed and promised a "new world" once experienced.
Unbelievably, the pleasure exceeded her wildest thoughts.