Chapter 120
Chapter 120
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: Peaceful Daily Life (5)
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Siwoo lay down beside Amelia, just like always.
A position where Amelia looked at Siwoo, and Siwoo looked at Amelia, facing each other.
But there was one big difference from usual: Amelia's dress was off.
Because she was lying on her side, the soft swell of Amelia's pale breasts was even more pronounced, right there in front of his nose.
"Can I... touch them?"
"Of course."
This was only his second time seeing breasts this close up, after the twins.
The cherry-blossom pink nipples at their centers and the faint pink areolas around them were perfectly visible.
Siwoo cautiously reached out and grasped Amelia's breast.
"Ah..."
"Ah..."
Amelia and Siwoo each let out a gasp, for entirely different reasons.
For Siwoo, it was the ecstatic sensation that clung so perfectly to his hand, far better than he'd imagined.
For Amelia, it was the thrilling pounding in her chest from entrusting her bare breast to his touch.
Every time he kneaded it gently, her breast jiggled and shifted in every direction...
Siwoo looked up at Amelia.
Her face was flushed red, and her sky-blue eyes gazed back at him.
"Does it feel good?"
"........."
Siwoo nodded repeatedly at her subtle question.
Her breasts were incredibly warm and soft; he couldn't bear to let go.
As Siwoo closely observed the changing shapes of Amelia's breast under his kneading fingers,
Amelia quietly closed her eyes.
Is this okay?
Is it really alright to do this?
Such thoughts gradually faded away.
We'll think about it later.
For now, just let him do what he wants—that notion filled the space in her mind.
Under the dim starlight filtering through the window cracks, Siwoo fondled her breast like it was his own.
He hesitated for a moment, then moved his hand.
This time, pinching her nipple lightly with his fingertips.
The jelly-like protrusion twisted softly under his fingers.
"Haah...!"
At the same moment, Amelia's mouth parted, spilling a heated sigh.
It wasn't loud.
Like the plaintive mewl of a sleepy cat curling up.
But it was far more sensitive than her usual reactions.
There was a world of difference—physically and psychologically—between touching over clothes and direct skin contact.
"Hmmm...!"
Without thinking, Amelia raised her arm and bit her wrist.
Otherwise, strange sounds might escape her throat.
Her heart pounded fiercely.
"Hmmm... Mm... Mmph..."
Meanwhile, Siwoo kept playing with her nipple.
Sometimes circling it gently, other times pinching and twisting it softly as he watched her reactions.
Amelia writhed endlessly.
It didn't seem like her conscious choice.
The gentle, elegant Amelia—like a princess from a fairy tale—was leaking lewd breaths and squeezing her eyes shut.
"Hic!"
When he grazed her nipple with his fingernail, Amelia let out a sharp, hiccup-like cry and opened her eyes.
Her usually calm, affectionate gaze toward Siwoo was now filled with confusion.
Her moist eyes brimmed with sensuality, like melted sugar, and she averted them, unable to meet his.
She had groaned before, but this was the first time she'd made such a loud sound, so Siwoo asked worriedly.
He wondered if it had hurt too much.
"Are you okay?"
Amelia caught her breath and replied.
Even so, her breathing was slightly ragged, like she'd just climbed stairs.
"Yes... I'm fine..."
When Siwoo's fingernail dug into her nipple, Amelia felt pain.
A sharp sting, like a needle prick.
But the near-scream wasn't just from the pain.
After the sharp ache came a tingling stimulation.
And that stimulation was irresistibly alluring.
This is strange.
Her legs kept rubbing together, and her whole body burned with a feverish heat, like the flu.
It was different from anything before.
Like a layer of skin had peeled away, every sensation pierced her mind more vividly.
Amelia swallowed the sticky saliva pooling in her mouth and said,
"You can keep going... it's okay, Siwoo..."
Her body had instinctively flinched back, but now she relaxed her shoulders again.
She entrusted herself to his will and closed her eyes once more.
Meeting his eyes while showing him this face was too embarrassing to bear.
Her words sounded normal, but carried a pleading undertone.
Does Lady Amelia like this too?
Normally, sleepiness would creep in by now, but not this time.
He wanted to see more of her changes, her reactions.
Siwoo delved a little deeper into Amelia's defenseless embrace.
Whether it was courage, recklessness, or mere curiosity, he wasn't sure.
Siwoo parted his lips and took her shyly trembling nipple fully into his mouth.
He covered it with his lips like a kiss, then licked the perky bud with his tongue.
"Hic...!!"
It was her most intense reaction yet.
Louder than when he'd pinched it with his nail, Amelia reflexively pushed Siwoo's shoulder away.
Siwoo was shoved back.
Both Siwoo and Amelia were startled.
Amelia慌てて covered her breasts, and Siwoo belatedly realized what he'd done.
"Ah... I, um..."
"S-Sorry. Did I scare you? Come here."
Amelia approached Siwoo, who had been pushed away and frozen stiff, and hugged him tightly.
No matter how startled she'd been, she hadn't meant to shove him like that.
After all, hadn't she said it herself today?
That she wanted to do whatever Siwoo desired.
She'd been surprised by the unfamiliar, bewildering sensation beyond her imagination, but she didn't feel any strong aversion to the act itself.
It was strange.
Even though a man had sucked her breast without explicit permission, no resentment stirred in her.
"Lady Amelia, that wasn't my intention..."
"No, no. It's not your fault, Siwoo. I'm okay... I was just a little startled."
"I'm sorry, still sorry..."
How could she say anything harsher to Siwoo, who was apologizing so helplessly?
Amelia held him close for a long while.
"I didn't know you'd hate it that much..."
"I told you, it's really fine. I didn't hate it."
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again..."
But no matter how much Amelia reassured him, being suddenly pushed away must have shocked Siwoo deeply.
His eyes were filled with confusion; he just sat there, at a loss.
As she stroked his hair to comfort him, Amelia realized she needed a different approach.
"Look here, Siwoo. Stop hanging your head—look at me."
Seeing Siwoo on the verge of tears made Amelia's heart ache unexpectedly.
She propped herself up from her lying position and spoke to him.
"...Lady Amelia..."
"Why would I hate you? Rest your head here."
Amelia knelt down and patted her thigh invitingly.
She lifted Siwoo's head and placed it on her thigh instead of the pillow.
It was the thigh pillow she'd given him in the carriage.
The difference was that her breasts were fully exposed above him, and her thighs were bare skin.
"I was just startled for a moment. It didn't hurt at all. Do whatever you want, Siwoo."
Amelia, seeing Siwoo fidgeting on the verge of tears, lifted one breast with her hand and offered it right to his mouth.
Like nursing him, presenting the erect nipple directly before his lips.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Trust me. If you want, you can use your mouth too. This position should be more comfortable, right?"
Amelia leaned forward to make it easier for Siwoo to suckle.
After a brief hesitation, Siwoo took the tantalizing breast hovering before him into his mouth.
"Hic...!"
She'd resolved to stifle any moans, but the moment his soft tongue touched her nipple, the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
Siwoo glanced at Amelia's face and carefully sucked the nipple with his lips.
"Ha-mmph...!"
Amelia hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.
She feared an unseemly sound would escape.
Seeing this, Siwoo paused anxiously.
Amelia forced a smile and reassured him.
"See? It doesn't hurt... at all? I was just startled."
Her voice trembled faintly, and her thighs were rigidly tense—nothing like her usual self.
But since Siwoo trusted Amelia, he accepted her clumsy lie.
"You can suck harder if you want..."
Amelia gently stroked Siwoo's head and leaned her waist forward.
Her warm breast pressed against his cheek, and her now-firm, rigid nipple filled his mouth.
This should be enough, he thought vaguely; he hadn't planned to go further, yet he kept suckling.
Something in his head felt broken.
But even that thought melted into the strange heat filling the room.
"Slurp... slurp..."
"Ha... ut... mmph..."
Amelia clamped her hand over her mouth as she let Siwoo nurse, her body twitching.
She felt her body trembling, growing hotter by the moment.
The fabric between her clenched thighs was noticeably dampening.
A ticklish something built up in her lower belly, like water filling a glass drop by drop.
She couldn't explain what it was, but it wasn't unpleasant.
Just bewildering, as it was a sensation she'd never felt before in her life.
Siwoo, initially thrilled by the novel excitement, gradually grew drowsy from the nurturing act.
He didn't notice Amelia desperately trying to steady her twisting body or suppress her strange sounds.
When he came to, Siwoo had released her breast from his mouth and was sleeping soundly.
"Haa... haa..."
Only then could Amelia breathe freely again.
Gazing at the innocently sleeping Siwoo, she sorted through the deep turmoil churning in her heart.
Amid the confusion, a tiny echo slipped through.
A faint regret.
If only it had lasted a little longer...
Amelia shuddered at the whisper in her mind.
Wasn't this just fulfilling her own desires under the guise of granting his wishes?
As self-reproach welled up,
Amelia carefully lifted Siwoo's head, placed it back on the pillow, and covered him with the blanket.
To the oblivious Amelia, sexual pleasure was something presumptuous and unfamiliar.
But right now, she craved it.
Amelia glanced down at her breast, still glistening with saliva and rigidly erect.
She caressed it lightly.
Not just wiping away the saliva—it was a blatant act.
She began pinching her own breast, just as Siwoo had done.
"Haa... haah...!"
At first, she only meant to soothe the lingering regret.
But each time her fingertips teased her nipple, she felt the glass filling up.
Even the shame of deriving pleasure from touching her own breast was absent from Amelia now.
"Haut... mm... ut...!"
Fearing she'd wake Siwoo, Amelia stifled her moans as she fondled her breast, but her hips began to quiver uncontrollably.
She felt the glass brimming with droplets of pleasure.
The ecstasy, piled up to the limit of surface tension, rippled as if about to overflow.
It was frightening.
What was this feeling?
What was happening to her body?
Even as fear of the unknown surged, she couldn't stop her hand.
And then.
"Haak... mmph... hmph... mmph... haaang!"
Her head spun dizzily, and her vision went pure white.
Her waist writhed on its own.
Her pussy, already soaking her panties with love juices like a faucet, spasmed independently, squirting even more.
For nearly a full minute, waves of climax wracked her body intermittently.
"What... is this..."
This was an orgasm?
Feeling her first climax in life, Amelia stared blankly at her body.
The fluids that had overflowed her panties, trickled down her thighs, and soaked the bedsheet.
The shameful evidence remained starkly.
Amelia's face flushed crimson.
It was absurdly embarrassing—not from normal intercourse, but reaching climax alone by teasing her nipples.
Amelia cleaned up with magic, dressed, and slipped back into bed beside the waiting Siwoo.
It felt like a long time had passed, yet her mind was still hazy.
This was her first taste of such pleasure, so part of her craved more.
But the fact that it came from nipple masturbation filled another part with shame.
Tormented by anguish and conflict, unable to sleep, that night felt endlessly long for Amelia.