Even If the Intentions Were Good
Even If the Intentions Were Good
It seemed Kylon was in a bad mood because of me, so I wasn't feeling good either.
I was just trying my best to help in my own way.
Well, even if the intentions were good, it doesn't mean the results were entirely good, so I just kept my mouth shut.
However, the fact that I had to break a hymen, which I wasn't even sure if I still had, wasn't a good situation at all.
It was a situation I should have avoided.
But it wasn't something I could avoid just by wanting to, and since I had upset Kylon, I felt I needed to make it up to him, so I moved.
After all, I had to compensate him for hiding things and deceiving him by pretending not to know.
I was afraid to imagine what Kylon might be feeling towards me right now.
Was it betrayal? If so, what should I say?
No, for now, I had to focus on the act itself, as I had spread my legs in front of him and untied the strings holding my panties.
Exposing the private parts of my body in front of someone was inherently embarrassing, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
It felt like I had undressed in a place I shouldn't have, and an overly exposed feeling seemed to creep up my body.
I flinched at Kylon's gaze and carefully moved my hand to cover my crotch.
Perhaps because I wasn't just exposing my crotch while still dressed, as before, the embarrassment felt much more intense.
So this is what it feels like to have more exposed parts than covered parts.
Thinking that, I moved my fingers.
Even though it was my own body, the firm flesh, smooth skin, and soft texture made me sigh inadvertently.
Because of the hesitation in my heart about having to perform such a lewd act in front of Kylon.
"...Ugh."
I felt a fissure. Why did this body have such a tightly closed, straight pussy? I thought, as I ran my hand over its surface. But my body seemed to flinch, as if telling even me not to touch it carelessly.
The sensation that if I pushed my hand deeper, my waist would twitch and tremble, then spring forward.
I wasn't showing it yet, so I just needed to insert my finger.
With that thought, I fumbled with my hand.
Recalling the sensation of a finger having been inside before, I fumbled at its entrance.
The moment I traced the surface of the woman's genitals, the pussy, existing within the fissure, my body twitched and moved.
As I slowly tried to insert my finger, my body trembled just from tracing the surface, which unnecessarily slowed me down.
Even as it took a long time, Kylon seemed oblivious to the fact that the other heroines were spending a long time alone together. He neither rushed me nor postponed it, simply observing my actions with a calm gaze.
"Ugh!"
This is driving me crazy. I've never done this myself, and with someone watching, my body felt even more stiff.
Thinking it would be hard to insert my finger any further like this, I bit my lip tightly.
As I tilted only my middle finger almost to a right angle and tried to insert it into the opening, a twitch ran through my waist, and a warm sensation seeped into my finger.
"Huuuh..."
I just need to check for the hymen, whether it's there or not.
With only that thought, I carefully extended my finger.
Rather, I just hoped that if there was no hymen, Kylon would check, find it strange, and move on.
As a tingling sensation, a little distant from pleasure, pricked my waist, I bit my teeth tightly, suppressing that feeling, and pushed my finger in.
My hand was trembling from the sensation emanating from my pussy, but I was trying hard to suppress that too.
As a result, when I felt blood rush to my face, making it flush, Kylon let out a low hum.
I was already doing this while being mindful of Kylon, so I couldn't help but be sensitive to his reactions. I lifted my head to look at him.
"No, keep going."
Sweat beaded on my forehead.
I wondered if I had ever concentrated this much since coming to this world, but since this was like an apology, the problem was that I couldn't stop.
Drip, sweat wetting the tent floor, and my finger going deep inside.
At that point, I couldn't help but widen my eyes.
Because the sensation of that membrane, which I had felt before from Kylon's rough touch, was once again approaching my fingertips.
"Haaah, haaah..."
I had painstakingly pushed my finger in all this time, and the thought that there was an end to it made my body tremble.
I also felt a sensation as if my body would just melt away from the release of tension.
But what worried me most was that evidence that would turn Kylon's suspicion into certainty had touched my hand.
I wanted to pretend I didn't know. I even wished it could just go back to how it was, as if nothing had happened.
Isn't it absurd that something like this could regenerate in the first place?
I clearly remembered having broken my hymen with my hand before, and the sensation of it was still vivid on this hand, so for it to be there again, could that really be possible?
But this place was different from the reality I knew.
Unlike a world where God didn't exist, this was a world where God did. Even though it was natural to feel pain when injured and not return after death, my body defied that truth and came back.
What on earth was going on?
I groaned repeatedly like that, but no answer came, so I finally squeezed my eyes shut and carefully prodded the membrane.
As I just wiggled my finger without pushing it further, Kylon seemed to notice and stared at me silently.
"Why, is it there?"
"...Uh, uh-huh. It's there."
Shrinking from the guilt of repeatedly hiding and deceiving him rather than being truthful, I nodded and replied softly.
Seeing my reaction, Kylon let out a 'huh' sigh, then laughed several times as if dumbfounded. He then subtly approached me, who was frozen with my finger still inside, closing the distance.
"Take your hand out."
"Oh, oh, okay."
At Kylon's low voice, I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled my finger out. On my hand, there was no longer the dry sensation from before, but a slightly sticky, wet feeling.
Even though it was very slight, I felt a sense of futility in my pussy, which had secreted vaginal fluid just because it had been stimulated.
Ugh, I groaned, and then Kylon leaned forward in front of my crotch and pressed his face into my pussy.
"Ugh..."
Why are you looking so closely?
No, well, he's looking to confirm, so he'd naturally look this closely.
But in that position, in this situation, shame felt like it was going to burst my head.
With the sensation of blood rushing to my face, I squinted my eyes and looked at the back of Kylon's head.
Kylon, as if unconcerned by my gaze, or rather, completely uninterested, didn't look into my eyes. Instead, he spread my pussy with both hands and stared at the opening.
And then, suddenly,
"Hiyak?!"
"Shh."
My body lurched backward at Kylon's thick finger, which had entered in an instant.
I barely managed to prevent my body from falling backward, but Kylon's hand didn't stop, so I covered my mouth with the hand that wasn't supporting my arm.
Feeling tears well up, I swallowed a groan, and Kylon's voice softly tickled my ear.
"You're crazy, it regenerated...?"
Clicking his tongue, he said that, then seemed to try to penetrate my body with his thick finger, digging around before finally delivering a sharp pain.
"Hmph."
"That's enough."
Kylon said that and carefully withdrew his hand.
Thinking it was finally over, I exhaled a trembling breath and lowered my head, seeing blood that had flowed down between my legs.
It wasn't soaked, but the red liquid, proving it was blood, made me feel a complex mix of emotions.
I wondered if this was deflowering blood, and if it was even possible to see it twice. As I furrowed my glabellum, Kylon blew on his hand to clean it and then looked at me.
"Now do it again."
"...Eh? Oh, no, what?"
What did he mean 'do again'? Wasn't it already over? I thought, letting out a momentarily dumbfounded sound, but he replied as if my reaction was strange.
"I broke your hymen, so you have to masturbate yourself."
"W-wasn't it until the hymen was broken...?"
"You were too slow, so I did it for you."
What kind of sophistry is this?
Did I misunderstand what he said?
My head felt like it was spinning.
My tense breath had completely let go, and I wondered if my mind wasn't working properly, so I furrowed my glabellum.
But I couldn't refuse Kylon's words either, and not wanting to create unnecessary discomfort, I just twitched my lips and brought my hand back.
"Ah, I get it..."
My pussy was wet and moist, making it easy for my hand to enter, and I pushed my finger inside.
I had put my hand in and wiggled it a bit before. But that wasn't of my own volition, so it couldn't help but feel different from then.
It wasn't my hand being moved by someone else, but a situation where I had to move it myself and dig into my own pussy, so how could I not hesitate repeatedly?
But if I delayed any longer, I would be alone with Kylon for too long, which might arouse suspicion from the other heroines, so I urged myself to finish quickly.
Squish.
"Huuuh..."
I don't know if it felt good. But the very act of masturbating in front of someone felt strange, and I couldn't quite grasp what to say, so in the end, I only felt a shiver.
"...Does it feel good?"
At Kylon's mischievous joke, I furrowed my glabellum and turned my head.
"I d-don't know..."
In that moment of continued silence, another squelching sound tickled my ears.