Chapter 469
Chapter 469
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 469
Chapter Title: Held Hands (5)
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-Slurp...! Smooch...! Churp...!
After a few clumsy attempts, Amelia now seemed to have gotten the hang of it. She closed her eyes gently and bobbed her head.
Her neatly braided sidelock swayed, tickling his thigh, while her warm breath spread across his crotch.
Amelia was putting in her best effort, but her technique wasn't particularly skilled.
Her tongue moved more like it was dodging the thing filling her mouth rather than skillfully maneuvering, and lately, her teeth had been grazing his shaft just a bit.
It couldn't be helped for a first time, especially with Si-woo's massive size.
Yet Si-woo was so aroused that he could turn those minor pricks of pain into pleasure.
Amelia had his cock in her mouth.
Her soft pink lips, the kind any woman in the world would envy.
The tender tongue that had barely brushed against his during kisses.
Right now, in this moment, it was wholly devoted to pleasing Si-woo's cock.
Moreover, the sight of her on her knees, hands at her sides, servicing him solely with the movement of her head stirred a strange sense of conquest.
-Slurp...! Churp...! Smooch...!
Her eyebrows slanted seriously, her delicate brow furrowed in concentration.
A faint blush began to spread across both cheeks, perfectly visible from his angle.
And that wasn't all.
"Hah... Hmm... Hngh..."
Amelia looked up with his cock still in her mouth. From the corner of her eyes, he could see the thin fabric over her chest.
The sharp protrusion poking at the center of her modest breasts was unmistakably her nipples, asserting their presence.
Clear proof that Amelia was sexually aroused while pleasuring him orally.
That alone accelerated his excitement.
"Slurp...! Churp...!"
She parted her lips wide to take in the massive thing and moved.
This entire motion was something Amelia had never done before in her life.
Driven by the instinctive thought that deeper stimulation would feel better, she desperately tried to take more of Si-woo's cock into her mouth—only to freeze when the tip jabbed her uvula.
"Urk...!"
"Ugh!"
Both let out groans at the same time.
For Si-woo, it was the pleasure from his glans enveloped by the soft base of her tongue and throat.
For Amelia, it was her airway suddenly blocked by the invading object.
In that instant, his cock twitched delightfully deep inside her mouth once more.
Amelia, who had kept her eyes tightly shut out of embarrassment, cracked them open to check Si-woo's expression.
To be precise, she was gauging his reaction.
From past experience, she knew this.
A man's cock twitches not just at ejaculation but from pleasurable stimulation as well.
The timing of Si-woo's twitch had been when she'd taken him deepest.
Which meant deeper insertion could please him more.
"Mm... Hngh..."
"Lady Amelia..."
Amelia breathed heavily without pulling his cock out.
Then, with the resolve to take him fully, she leaned forward.
She took Si-woo's cock so deep that the glans touched her uvula.
-Sluuuuurp!
This sensation was entirely new.
Si-woo was already huge.
Even basic fellatio was challenging, let alone deepthroating to her uvula—something even Sharon couldn't do.
So he didn't immediately grasp what was happening.
The sticky saliva coating his entire shaft.
The soft, hot interior of her mouth enveloping his glans even deeper.
Which meant Amelia was...
"Lady Amelia!"
Realization hit, and Si-woo quickly tried to stop her.
"Guh...! Urk... Uuugh..."
The expected pained gagging sounds followed.
Even witches reflexively gag when the back of the tongue is stimulated.
What she was attempting was tantamount to self-torture.
Despite the dry heaves from forcing down Si-woo's massive cock, Amelia gripped his thigh firmly as she tried to move her head.
Her gesture screamed she could handle it, while her eyes—brimming with teary resolve—begged him not to stop her.
As she shuddered, shoulders heaving, enduring the agony and attempting to push even deeper into her throat...
"Stop it!"
Si-woo startled and pressed her forehead, pulling out.
Saliva, now thicker from the gagging, trailed along his cock and splattered onto her hand and thigh.
"Pha...! *Cough*! *Cough*!"
Amelia coughed several times, then looked up at him with anxious eyes.
"S-Sorry... Did you hate it? I just wanted to make you happy..."
Amelia had mustered her enthusiasm because he seemed to like it, despite the discomfort.
But his sudden intervention and loud voice cowed her. Unsure what she'd done wrong, she eyed him nervously.
"Si-woo... Are you upset?"
"No, I'm not angry or anything. The sensation itself was..."
"Then let me keep going. I can do it. I'll do better this time."
Now he was certain.
She'd suddenly asked him to slap her cheeks and kiss her.
She wouldn't refuse even unpleasant requests.
She disregarded her own hardship for his pleasure.
From her words and actions before the main act, it wasn't hard to infer why she was behaving this way.
"No. You can stop. It's fine."
So he schooled his expression and spoke softly, like soothing a child.
He took her wrist and helped her stand.
"Even if it feels good, I don't want to make you do something difficult."
"But... I want to for you, Si-woo..."
Forgiveness didn't erase all lingering guilt.
At least, Amelia still felt indebted for how she'd tormented him in the past.
That was why, even in their first time together, she'd brought up "attending him at night," vowed not to refuse anything, and now threw herself into his pleasure alone—like a slave.
Like a child who'd done wrong, kneeling ostentatiously before parents, hands raised in contrition.
Her actions might seem like a cheap ploy to shift the burden to him for unearned forgiveness.
A way to appeal, "Look how much I'm repenting," to wash away her guilt.
But Si-woo knew her earnest behavior wasn't an act.
Amelia lacked the cunning for such interpersonal tricks.
A chuckle escaped him unbidden.
"Si-woo...?"
Amelia clung to his arm at the sudden laugh.
It wasn't mockery toward her.
It was self-deprecation at his own pathetic state.
He'd told himself repeatedly: Amelia was inexperienced.
Yet even she was trying this hard.
And here he was, making excuses about not focusing on her because of someone else.
This room held only Amelia and him.
For this moment, he would focus entirely on her.
With that resolve, he took her wrist and gently laid her on the bed.
"I'm sorry."
"Ah..."
Her golden hair fanned out messily over the white sheets. Amelia collapsed with a puzzled gaze fixed on him.
As if questioning why he was apologizing.
Without a word, he leaned over her, covering her like a predator pouncing.
Their size difference was striking.
His shadow completely blanketed her lithe form, leaving her stunned and breathless.
In that instant, he saw resolve harden in Amelia's eyes—then flicker with fear.
The realization of stepping into unknown territory dawned, bringing anxiety.
Her wandering eyes squeezed shut.
Her hands clutched the sheets desperately, body rigid without her usual poise.
From here, he had to take the lead.
"You don't have to push yourself too hard."
He spoke in the gentlest tone to avoid startling her, then pressed his lips to her nape.
"Hah...!"
Hot.
A thick wave of perfume from behind her ear.
Her body twitched with a wistful sigh.
He inhaled the scent fully, kissing down from her neck.
"Haa...!"
Her body shivered as his tongue tip grazed her straight, branch-like collarbone.
When his lips touched the half-exposed, plump, soft breasts, her breathing grew ragged.
Below, erect nipples tented the fabric.
A slight push of his tongue inside would let him taste the sweet fruit.
But he held back.
This was Amelia's first time.
He planned to lavish her with teasing caresses until her body fully melted, taking ample time.
So he skipped her heaving chest and resumed kissing from the parted fabric at her solar plexus.
"S-Si-woo... It tickles..."
Amelia squirmed, but Si-woo gripped her wrists firmly, denying her escape.
As he showered kisses over her smooth abdomen toward her cute navel...
"Hngh...!"
Amelia clamped her mouth shut and arched her waist sharply.
"Hng...! Hnngh...!"
Each meticulous kiss around her slender waist and hips made her bite her lip, shuddering at unfamiliar, bizarre sensations.
It should have just been ticklish.
Yet every time his lips invaded untouched spots no one else could claim, a burning heat—like nipple play—stirred her lower belly.
A tingling spread between her legs.
"N... Ngh... Hnngh..."
The greatest aphrodisiac was a comfortable atmosphere and the real sense of being loved.
Lost in the dizzying bliss of his delicate kisses and caresses, Amelia found pleasure even in what should have been mere tickling.
Si-woo didn't stop there.
He extended his tongue up and into her thighs, thawing Amelia thoroughly.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..."
After kissing and caressing from neck to each toe, artfully avoiding erogenous zones...
Amelia was visibly relaxed at a glance.
The initial stiffness gone.
She lay limp, melted, panting roughly.
"Why... Why even there...?"
Amid enduring tickles and resisting strange pleasure, Amelia grumbled softly, a hint of grievance.
She hadn't expected kisses down to her toes.
Psychological resistance to "dirty" areas being caressed, mixed with joy at being loved there too.
Overwhelmed by contradictory emotions, she'd hugged herself protectively.
"Because I wanted to."
"Y-You don't have to go that far..."
Her face flushed strawberry-red, she pouted adorably in complaint.
Anyone could tell it came from embarrassment.
Cute.
He'd never realized Amelia could look this lovable.
But it wasn't enough yet.
"Oh, right. There's still one place I haven't kissed."
Si-woo gently tugged the ribbon on her panties at her hips.
"Ah..."
With Amelia's low gasp of realization...
Her secret garden, long veiled, finally unveiled itself.