Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Reunion and Promise #02
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After confirming each other's feelings, Agnes and I kissed without either of us taking the lead first.
Despite all my experiences from countless regressions, when it came to romance, I was still a total novice—and Agnes was the same. So even though this wasn't our first kiss, it felt more innocent and fresh than passionate.
"Smack, slurp... Hah."
But that innocent kiss had me wildly aroused. The trembling shoulders I felt in my arms, the slender arms clinging tightly to my waist like she was scared—they only fueled my excitement more.
Yet Agnes didn't push me away. Maybe she'd noticed my own trembling and tension, because she responded to me, clumsily moving her tongue in kind.
How many minutes passed like that? I slowly pulled my lips away, our hot breaths mingling as I gazed into her ruby-red eyes.
Inside those eyes, I could clearly see the lingering attachment and affection she'd felt for me before my regression.
"You okay with this, Agnes? Consummating before the engagement ceremony is supposed to be wrong, isn't it?"
I was dying to push her down, but I had to muster a shred of patience and ask if she was sure.
It wasn't about some fancy rules—it was because the Agnes I knew was a devout believer of the Northern Church.
Both Agnes and I had been hugely into romance, but we'd never rushed things in our past lives, partly because we'd followed the church's strict guidelines for courting couples.
"I'm fine... no, I hate those rules now. More than getting punished for breaking them, I want to show you my feelings, Arthin."
But Agnes seemed resolute, answering firmly before nuzzling her face into my chest like a spoiled child.
"You've saved me over and over, rushing to my side whenever I was in danger. Now give me the courage to do this for you."
She whispered softly into my ear, her hands slowly starting to undress me from my cadet uniform.
Hearing that, my patience shattered—I wasn't deep enough to hold back any longer. Or maybe I'd already endured more than enough.
With clumsy hands still fumbling at my uniform, I gently pushed Agnes onto the bed.
Swish.
Just like her, barely covered by precarious black lingerie, I tossed my cadet uniform to the floor and climbed onto the bed, hovering over Agnes as she lay waiting for me.
"Ah... Is Arthin really okay with this...? You always dreamed of romantic love."
Romantic—my favorite word, but right now, it stirred nothing in me.
"Just you mustering the courage for me is more than enough, Agnes."
And that wasn't just empty talk—it was the truth.
Anyone who stopped here wouldn't be a romantic; they'd be trash trampling on the heart of the woman they love.
Besides, my cock was already rock-hard, straining against my panties like it could tear them apart at any second.
I wanted to rip off her panties and thrust in right away, but I held back. Instead, I grabbed one of her beautifully peaked breasts over the lingerie with my hand.
Squish.
Agnes's slim figure blended perfectly with her breasts, which weren't enormous or voluptuous like those of the other women around me.
But those perfectly sized, teardrop-shaped breasts—like something from an ancient statue—gave me a thrill different from Shaomei's massive tits or Violet's huge ones, speaking straight to my breast fetish.
"Ahh...!"
At my touch, a moan escaped Agnes's lips, and I felt her back arch slightly. She was as turned on as I was—her pink nipples, peeking through the black lingerie, were already stiff.
Like some movie hero, I reached around to her back to unclasp her bra and take things further.
...Huh?
But no matter how much I fumbled at the back, I couldn't find the hook. In movies and AVs, you just groped around back there, found it, and it popped open with a click, right?
'Here? No? Where?'
It kept turning out to be a strap or a knot instead of the hook. As Agnes stared blankly at me frozen there, unable to get it off, I grew more and more flustered.
'Shit, I'm screwed!'
"...Pfft, ahaha!"
I should've practiced with one bought in secret. As I inwardly regretted it, Agnes suddenly burst into light laughter.
"S-Sorry, Agnes. I'm new at this, so I'm clumsy..."
Feeling like I'd ruined the mood, I was mortified and couldn't even meet her eyes. But then Agnes lifted her head slightly and gave me a soft kiss.
"Mmph...?"
While I sat there stunned, she pulled back, stroking my cheek gently. Far from angry or annoyed, she looked happy.
"I'm glad you're a first-timer like me, Arthin. You're so popular, I thought maybe you weren't."
With a cute smile that shattered her usual haughty princess image, she reached into her cleavage and unhooked it with a snap.
'Oh, front hook.'
Her pristine white breasts spilled free from the lingerie—fruits she'd always kept hidden under modest clothes that revealed not an inch of skin.
"Now, dye me in your colors, Arthin."
The shy Agnes who'd been ready to leave everything to me was gone; now she whispered seductively in my ear, provoking me. My desire, which had faltered from hesitation, reignited.
I latched onto one of her beautifully erect nipples and slowly savored it, rolling my tongue around.
"Haaah...!"
Agnes's back snapped upward as a sweet moan burst from her lips.
Every time my tongue flicked her nipple with a wet smack, she couldn't hold back, twisting her body slightly and letting out lewd moans nonstop.
Slurp, slurrp, smack.
"Aahn...!"
When I'd forcibly sucked Shaomei's tits, I'd just mindlessly nursed on those huge breasts like a baby. But teasing sensitive ones like these with my tongue was a whole different pleasure.
Her reactions stoked my male urge to dominate, so I rolled my tongue obsessively to torment her. But Agnes accepted it without resistance.
I definitely preferred dishing it out over taking it.
Confident in my tastes, a sadistic urge to torment Agnes more began to build.
Smoothly, I slipped my hand into her defenseless black lace panties. Her body visibly shuddered hard.
"Ah, not there... Aahn...! Arthin...!"
She called my name pleadingly, as if needing time to prepare.
But wanting to feel that reaction more, I didn't stop. I extended my index finger and began rubbing her mound.
"Hah...!"
Was the stimulation too intense? Agnes gasped in shock instead of moaning.
Thinking of the pleasure she'd forced on me by gripping and stroking my cock with Shaomei—it might be too much for Agnes, who'd lived purely her whole life without even masturbating.
"Slowly... Just give your body to my touch, Agnes."
She nodded faintly, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck and surrendering to me.
I felt her pubic hair and mound growing slick under my fingertips. Depending on how I caressed her, her hips and waist curved pleasurably.
Suddenly, I recalled a YouTube video from an AV actress before my regression. She said sex with a woman was like playing an instrument.
I'd thought it was nonsense at first, but it was true. Right now, I was the musician playing the instrument called Agnes.
Squelch, squish. Schlick.
As I kept fingering her pussy, love juices began flowing from it—enough to soak right through, just like they say.
Even as a first-timer, I knew: this was the perfect moment to insert.
I stripped off her panties in one go, pulled my raging cock free, and rubbed it against her slick folds to prepare for entry.
"Ah...!"
Agnes's eyes widened in shock at the hardness and size pressing between her legs—or maybe from the pleasure—her half-lidded gaze snapping open.
Once my cock was thoroughly coated in her juices, I wrapped one arm around her neck, gripped her hip gently with the other, and got ready.
"I'm putting it in now, Agnes."
"...Please..."
With her trembling voice granting permission, I thrust my raging cock straight into her overflowing pussy.
Schlick.
"Haaaah...!!"
Her pussy gripped my cock tighter and more intensely than I'd imagined, the walls clamping down hard—but it wasn't painful; the pleasure dwarfed anything from handjobs.
Agnes let out a hot moan at the unfamiliar intrusion, her hips quivering. At the same time, I felt something other than her juices trickling over my glans.
Glancing down, red blood flowed from her pussy. Virgin blood, no doubt.
"K-Keep... going..."
It had to hurt seeing the blood, but she begged me to continue anyway, embracing even the pain.
Of course, I had no intention of stopping. I slowly pulled out my cock—buried to the hilt—and thrust back in, savoring her pussy to my heart's content.
"Hua, huaahn!"
As thrusts turned to pistoning, her pain-mixed moans shifted fully to pleasure.
The sensation of turning this prim, pure Agnes into a lewd woman with my thrusts gave me a satisfaction no other achievement in this world could match.
"It's too... too big and intense! Haan! Aahn!"
Slap, slap—the lewd sounds of my thighs smacking hers filled the room. My hardened glans scraped her pussy walls' folds, splattering sticky juices onto the sheets.
Squeeze. Sqqueeze.
Soon, my tip hit her cervix. Agnes's back arched sharply as her pussy clamped down wildly on my cock. She'd climaxed.
"Hooooh... Ooooh...!!"
Like Shaomei, Agnes was one of the academy's strongest, but her pussy was third-rate—collapsing after just a few pokes from my cock!
'I made Agnes cum! I can control her!'
Without mercy for her panting, dazed state, I wildly bucked my hips and kept fucking.
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It took Shaomei less than a minute to reach Agnes's room.
"Princess Agnes! Big Brother Arthin!"
Bang bang bang!
She pounded on the door furiously, but it stayed locked no matter how hard she knocked.
Yet she could clearly sense the signal flare's mana from inside. Arthin was definitely here.
"No way, it can't be... No way she'd cut in line like that!"
Shaomei scolded herself to calm down, but no matter how she tried to regain her peace, the ominous premonition churning in her head wouldn't fade.
"No choice... I'll have to go through the window!"
Breaking down the door would cause a huge commotion.
Deciding that, Shaomei went outside instead, scaled the wall, and clung to Agnes's room window to peer in.
But no trace of the two anywhere she looked.
The only spot left was the bedroom with the thick curtains drawn—but Gold Dorm windows were magically sealed, letting no sounds escape.
"Somewhere... There has to be an open window!"
That scatterbrained princess must've left something unlocked—that faint hope in mind, Shaomei checked the windows. She spotted a small ventilation window on the bathroom, ajar.
It looked impossible for a person to fit, but for a genius martial artist like Shaomei, it was a path she'd taken five years ago.
Crack, crunch.
Using qi to deform her bones and joints, she squeezed her body through the tiny window and into the bathroom.
Restoring her body, she rushed to the living room. Movement stirred from the curtained bedroom.
"There you are! Come out right now, both of you!"
Buoyed by overcoming the hurdle, Shaomei strode forward and grabbed the doorknob—then a chilling dread raced up her spine.
Even facing a demon king's executive before hadn't felt like this. Her ominous premonition from earlier had become reality, just beyond this door—she sensed it instinctively.
Creeeak.
"Aaaahn...! Aahn! I-I'm... gonna die!!"
"..."
As the door cracked open, Agnes's hot moans poured through the gap.
Peering inside, she saw two naked bodies locked in primal rutting like monkeys.
The haughty princess, always pretending to be refined but utterly lacking grace, thrashed beneath Big Brother Arthin, lost in ecstasy and bliss, howling like a beast.
Her own seduction rejected once, Big Brother Arthin now mounted the princess, pounding away mindlessly.
Crunch!
The metal doorknob crumpled like paper in Shaomei's grip and fell broken to the floor.