Chapter 71
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Mika (2)
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Though the consultation had begun early in the evening, time had slipped by unnoticed, and now it was deep into the night.
Lying on the bed, Mika cautiously looked up at Ian.
Her hair was disheveled, her clothes rumpled.
Her breathing was still ragged.
Ian gazed down at Mika and spoke.
"You okay? If it's too much, just say so."
"Yes... I can handle it."
In truth, she wasn't sure if she was okay.
Mika answered without hesitation, but even now, her breath came in gasps, as if she'd just sprinted full tilt.
It had to be even tougher than just moments ago. This might be pushing it.
But her heart wasn't satisfied at all.
More.
Mika whispered the words that slipped out unbidden and grabbed Ian's hand.
Once again, Ian's touch found her body.
Cautiously over her weary skin.
There was no intense pleasure like before from that tickling motion, but Mika's body reacted instinctively, flinching.
As if to say no more preparation was needed, slick droplets trickled down, wetting Ian's fingers.
A faint rustling came as Ian shed his clothes.
Mika lifted her head slightly, and her eyes caught sight of Ian's member—the same one she'd seen before.
Seeing it, she swallowed hard without thinking.
She knew well enough its size from observing and touching it last time.
...Will it be okay?
The thought of it entering her suddenly filled her with worry, and her expression stiffened.
In the meantime, Ian reached for a small vial by the bed.
After his time with Rin, he'd bought contraceptive items just in case.
True to its nature as a convenience item added in a later mode, whichever partner took it worked immediately.
"...What are you doing?"
Ian finished using the item and turned back to Mika.
Mika had hastily pulled the blanket over her face.
Peeking out from a gap in the covers, she replied to Ian.
"Um, if you see my face, it's embarrassing..."
"...Now?"
"...Is it that weird?"
Her face hidden, Mika buried her head deeper into the blanket.
To be precise, she was embarrassed to show her expression.
She recalled how she'd moaned uncontrollably and trembled just moments ago.
She hadn't realized it in the heat of the moment, but as time passed and her mind cleared, those memories resurfaced faintly.
It must have been a strange face.
And she'd probably said something shameful too, though she couldn't quite remember.
Freshly struck by how embarrassing it all was, Mika's face flushed crimson as she plunged it fully into the blanket.
Beside her hidden face, only her bright red ears peeked out.
"...Then let's do it like this."
Ian wrapped his arms around Mika's waist and lifted her onto the bed.
Startled, Mika nonetheless entrusted her body to his touch and shifted into the position he guided her to.
"There. Better now?"
Mika ended up on all fours on the bed, her most private place exposed vulnerably to Ian.
"This is..."
Admittedly, this way she wouldn't have to worry about him seeing her face.
But on all fours, Mika's face burned even redder than before.
...He can't see my face, but somehow this feels even more humiliating.
"Um, that too... Eek."
As Mika hesitated, about to say something, Ian's touch cut her off.
She felt something hot and firm against her skin—different from his fingers.
Instinctively sensing what it was, Mika clamped her mouth shut and trembled.
Even after hearing Ian tell her to relax and not tense up, her body instinctively clenched.
Her entrance was soaked beyond measure, but the tight crevice fiercely resisted the intruding stranger.
A faint, pained moan escaped from her lowered head.
Ian embraced her from behind.
"Ngh, ahh... Wait, not there..."
This time, his approaching hands from behind found her breasts.
Catching her off guard with stimulation in such an unexpected spot, Mika let out an odd moan.
A place entirely different from where he'd touched before.
She'd thought that after climaxing once through Ian, she had some idea of this pleasure.
But an entirely new sensation she hadn't anticipated flooded in.
Ian's hands cupped her small breasts, gently stroking until he found the spots that drew her reactions.
Flicking his fingertips, her hardened nipples twitched in response.
Gently, teasingly, sometimes suddenly.
Each time Ian's fingers brushed past, a trembling voice escaped Mika's lips, too much to suppress.
Noticing the subtle difference in her reactions from before, Ian whispered in her ear.
"Mika. Do you like it here more, by chance?"
"Mm... Hnng."
Hearing his question, Mika shyly ducked her head.
She buried her face in the pillow, trying to muffle her moans somehow.
But she couldn't hide her body's responses—each touch from his fingertips made her flinch.
Meanwhile, Ian slowly pushed his member deeper inside her.
Mika shuddered from the chilling pleasure tormenting her breasts.
At the same time, she vividly felt Ian's member inching inward.
The foreign fullness filling her belly.
Her body clenched as if to reject it, but ultimately allowed the invasion to its deepest depths.
──.
Face buried in the pillow, Mika's body quivered quietly.
Her ragged breaths leaked through the small gap.
A touch of pain mingled with faint satisfaction.
Feeling Ian's member buried to her deepest core, Mika unwittingly thought it was over and let out a sigh.
She soon realized it was a mistake.
It wasn't over—it was just beginning.
Ian's hips began to move again.
Each thrust twisted Mika's body as she moaned, but Ian's arms held her tight, refusing to let her escape.
Her small, labored breaths came amid gasps of torment.
Ian leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.
"Mika. Show me your face."
Mika, face in the pillow, shook her head ever so slightly.
Through strands of dangling hair, only her flushed red ear was visible.
Ian reached out to stroke her breasts.
Grasping the twitching peaks between his fingers, he carefully stimulated them.
"Haah, nng..."
With a ragged breath, Mika lifted her head and exhaled sharply.
Ian tilted his head to bring his face beside hers.
The heat from her hot breaths tickled his cheek.
In the end, Mika turned her head, meeting the eyes of Ian staring intently at her.
...My face must be a mess.
Feeling embarrassed, Mika averted her gaze.
She sensed blood rushing to her face, but it was already so flushed it couldn't redden further.
Slowly, Ian's face drew a little closer beside hers.
His lips approached cautiously.
Mika didn't refuse even that.
Soon, she tilted her own face to meet Ian's lips.
There was no room for intense kissing—just the lightest touch.
Their lips brushed a few times gently, but Mika felt her heart pounding fiercely.
Before she knew it, Mika was clinging to Ian first, pressing her lips to his.
A bit more accustomed now than before, yet still overwhelming and tingling in her lower belly.
Heart-pounding excitement.
The electric jolts of pleasure whenever Ian's hands teasingly grazed her.
Satisfaction. Elation. Maybe even a sense of superiority...
All jumbled together in a chaotic whirlwind of emotions she couldn't express, sweeping through her mind.
The weight pressing down from behind, hugging her tight; the hot body heat seeping through their touching skin.
A thrilling pressure that was slightly painful but she didn't want to escape from.
Gradually, Mika felt the pounding surrounding her quicken.
As the movements sped up, the discomfort grew bit by bit, but held firmly in Ian's embrace, Mika couldn't budge.
She could sense the end approaching.
Clutching the bedsheet tightly, she let out a strained moan.
Ian's arms gripped her even tighter.
His member, buried deepest within, throbbed, and she felt something hot pouring into her belly.
Mika shuddered in unison, her body trembling.
"Haa..."
...It's over.
Feeling it, Mika collapsed, exhausted, burying her face in the pillow.
The weary Mika lay still like that for a long while, catching her breath.
For a time, no words passed between them—only warm breaths escaped, tickling each other's faces.
Still held in Ian's arms, Mika cautiously lifted her head.
Her tired eyes met his; this time, she leaned in first, and their lips touched once more.
Feeling his hand gently stroking her hair, Mika buried her face back into the pillow with a fatigued expression.
"Mika?"
Ian softly called her name, but only soft breathing came in reply.
Having surpassed her physical limits, Mika had claimed Ian's pillow and fallen asleep right there.
Ian looked down at her sleeping form and stroked her hair for a long while.