Chapter 471
Chapter 471
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 471
Chapter Title: Clasped Hands (7)
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For Amelia, her nipples were the only place where she'd ever felt sexual pleasure.
The one and only experience she'd had was letting Siwoo suckle at her breast.
So after he left, even when loneliness drove her to touch herself, she'd only ever stimulated her chest.
A small fruit tumbling atop Siwoo's tongue after so long.
The harmonious touch of his fingers kneading and teasing her hypersensitive clit was more than enough to melt Amelia sweetly away.
"Haah...! Aaah...! Hnng...!"
-Swish, swish
The slick friction of moistened mucosa grinding against flesh.
Siwoo pinned her clit in place with his ring and index fingers, then deployed rhythmic technique with his middle finger.
Rubbing the most sensitive root raw from the surface while delicately grinding and rolling it.
Her breasts, meanwhile, were relentlessly licked, nipped, and sucked, assaulted from above and below without respite.
The pleasure of her clit—freshly sensitized from gentle caresses free of pain and one climax—being tormented without mercy.
Amelia's face, fully exposed with nowhere left to hide, showed no trace of tension.
Only the sweet melt of pleasure at her lips and the tears welling up in her eyes.
Not from sorrow or suffering, but pure dew born of ecstasy.
"Aang, ang... Hi, ng... Haang...!"
Even as she twisted her hips, grinding her ass against the sheets, Siwoo's hand never let her go.
His thick arms firmly pinned her floating waist, slamming pleasure dead-center into pinpoint spots.
It was no short time, but the technique he'd honed across multiple women was too much for a refined lady like Amelia to endure from the start.
Thus, in under five minutes, her body awaited a grander finale of pleasure than before.
"Ha, haeut... Heut... Ut.... Siwoo... Th-this... feels weird... My body... my body.... Haaaaang...!"
Her waist arched into a bridge against her will, accompanied by intoxicating moans.
Her mind clouding over, breaths ragged.
Like uncorking violently shaken champagne, the pent-up ecstasy battered her entire body.
"Heuhaaaang...! Aang...! Haang...!"
-Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Siwoo hadn't inserted even a single finger into Amelia's entrance.
Yet her ultra-tightened inner walls, from the overwhelming pleasure, sprayed her backed-up fluids lavishly while twitching nonstop.
"Ah... Ah... Aaa...."
Amelia's body collapsed limply onto the bed after her spectacular release.
Reason seemed devoured by pleasure.
Strands of hair plastered sweatily to her cheeks, hot sighs escaping her lips.
"Heu... Heu...."
Even without touch, phantom stimulation made her lower body tingle.
"You came."
"Haa... Haa...."
At Siwoo's words, Amelia blinked in mild confusion before blurting something offbeat.
"I'm... right here...."
"That's the expression for when you orgasm."
With the brief explanation, Amelia pondered for a moment, then nodded in understanding.
For that instant when reason spectacularly fled, "going" seemed a fitting term.
"....It's weird...."
Siwoo planted a kiss on her utterly innocent expression.
Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck without resistance, exchanging tongues amid the lingering afterglow of her stormy climax, finding respite.
Now was the moment.
He could grant her climax after climax if he wanted, but frankly, holding back while beholding her lascivious form was torture.
His cock had been throbbing fit to burst for a while now.
Silence suddenly fell over the pair.
Amelia, still breathing delicately, broke it first.
"Does Siwoo... want to put it in too?"
Too lost in his caresses to notice before, she'd now spotted how painfully swollen his member was and gingerly grasped it.
His cock heaved heavily in her slender fingers.
"I want to... become one with Siwoo too...."
The caresses and climax he'd gifted felt wonderful, no doubt.
Yet fear lingered apart from that.
Still, Amelia yearned intensely to unite with him for two powerful reasons.
One was love—she wanted to become one with him out of fierce longing.
The second was somewhat embarrassing, an utterly unspeakable motive.
Even after climaxing from his expert touches, a deep carnal hunger unfulfilled demanded penetration.
For Amelia, who'd firmly believed physical intimacy revolved around psychological bonds beyond mere pleasure, it was a brazen impulse.
"Put it... inside me...."
2.
Amelia's woeful lack of sexual knowledge was proven once more.
Having demanded insertion, she lay awkwardly on the bed, unsure how to position herself.
Siwoo adjusted her posture, opting for the straightforward missionary.
Woman lying back, legs spread; man kneeling between, facing each other for penetration.
If sex were pizza, this was combination supreme.
Gulp.
Siwoo, shirtless now, swallowed hard.
Amelia's slick, lewdly glistening pussy and his own rigid member poised before it felt utterly unreal.
Her thighs splayed wide in anticipation.
Her clit, obscenely erect and subtly bobbing.
Amelia peeking up at him with one breast spilling from her negligee, eyes fearful.
All of it seemed liable to vanish if he blinked.
"Then... I'm going in."
Amelia nodded solemnly.
Siwoo swallowed dryly once more, gripped his glans, and took aim at her slit.
Her immaturity seemed echoed in how impossibly narrow the entrance looked, stirring unease—but that's what the foreplay was for.
He thrust his hips forward.
"Ah...."
Amelia's faint sigh accompanied her labia denting under the glans.
Simultaneously, her once-relaxed body tensed rigidly, quivering.
-Squelch!
The ultra-tight entrance left no gap; his cock glanced off harmlessly, sliding along her pussy like a waterslide.
Amelia's sharp intake of breath sounded.
"Sorry, you're tense."
As Siwoo tried again.
"Uu...."
Amelia's body shook like aspen leaves.
Not stopping there, she stifled sobs, desperately hiding them from him.
This looked too much like rape.
"Sorry, sorry.... Siwoo.... It's not that I hate it.... Not like this...."
"Lady Amelia...."
Siwoo abandoned penetration at once, scooting close to embrace her.
Amelia burrowed into him like a chick into its mother's wings.
Not to badmouth her, but Amelia was fundamentally timid.
A coward who flinched at every unfamiliar act or trifle.
Siwoo understood.
Seducing him must've been no easy choice for such a fearful girl.
"Sorry.... Sorry.... I seduced you, but.... Please keep going...."
Yet Amelia loathed that side of herself.
She knew how much care Siwoo had poured in.
She wanted to unite with him too.
And yet, as the real act loomed, she pathetically teared up from a bit of fear.
It was pitiful.
"No, it's okay. That's normal. Shall we rest today?"
Amelia shook her head vigorously.
As Siwoo wiped her tears, she sniffled her plea.
"Instead.... Hold my hand."
"Yes. Tell me anytime if it's too much."
They kissed on, repositioning.
Kissing seemed a sedative for Amelia.
With fingers interlaced atop the bed, her trembling eased markedly.
"Huum... Uum... Uuum..."
Missionary with fingers locked.
His glans found the slick, hot entrance sans trial and error.
Leaning in with weight would surely penetrate.
Amelia sensed it too; her tongue-play grew distracted.
She turned her head, breaking the kiss to say:
"Now... Now it's really okay...."
"I'm going in."
"Yes...."
Siwoo advanced his hips.
An immediate, vise-like resistance hit.
Like forcing into an impossibly narrow hole that refused entry.
"Aaht...! Aaht...!"
Her pussy, as visually apparent, was taut from the entrance.
Not from lack of fluids—innately narrow, with powerful inner muscles.
Just the glans in, and writhing mucosa clamped like anal insertion.
Proof aplenty.
"Kgh... Hngh...!"
Amelia's eyes rolled white mid-breath.
Her loosening body stiffened in pain, tears beading.
He panicked.
Pain varied by woman, but he'd never seen such agony displayed.
Even after ample foreplay.
"We should stop."
No pleasure outweighed her pain.
As Siwoo withdrew, Amelia's slender legs snaked his waist like a vice, begging stay.
Shake, shake.
She shook her head desperately.
Lips bitten white holding back sobs, no words came—but the meaning was obvious even to fools.
"Hat... Haeut...!"
Her grip crushed his hand.
Simultaneously, she yanked his waist toward her.
Crunch.
No actual sound, but the sensation on his cock felt just like it.
The faint tear of her hymen.
More so, her virgin channel forcibly stretched for first intrusion yielded fierce resistance.
Tight all around.
Springy labia wriggled, enveloping without gaps.
Her massive pulse throbbed vividly through their join.
"Eut... Hng.... Haa... Haa... Haa...."
Amelia grimaced in strain yet clung to his waist till the end.
Cold sweat beading her rounded forehead, hair disheveled.
Her tear-streaked, puckered face, on the verge of bawling, broke into a smile.
"Finally.... I've become one with Siwoo...."
He'd meant to scold her recklessness, but that expression vaporized the thought.