Chapter 161: Creating an Opportunity - 2
Chapter 161: Creating an Opportunity - 2
Jiha's demand.
Asira's voice trembled faintly.
"...No, aren't you injured right now?"
Jiha's arm was broken and wrapped in bandages.
She had apparently assumed he couldn't possibly do more than kiss.
"One arm doesn't matter. I want you right now. I've been holding back."
"If your injury gets worse..."
Jiha ignored her and rose from the bed.
As he approached the chair, Asira flinched and waved her hands.
"A-alright. Just a moment."
"..."
Jiha stopped in front of the chair and stared down at her.
Burning eyes, the eyes of a beast thirsting for a woman.
The look said: if you don't undress right now, I'll rip them off by force.
"I-I said alright..."
Hesitantly, Asira reached for the hem of her clothing.
Even then, she kept glancing at Jiha's bandaged arm, clearly worried.
"..."
She really was kind.
Not the foolish kindness born from ignorance, but the kindness of a woman who is intelligent and capable of judgment, yet trusts the man she's given her heart to and tries to see only the good in him.
That was why she had firmly believed Kamain could never do anything wrong.
And why, even though Yura and Jiha had essentially colluded to deceive and hand her over, she held no grudges.
"..."
Asira grasped the front zipper of her leotard, hesitated, then spoke imploringly.
"The lights, at least..."
"No. I'm not turning my head away either."
"..."
When Asira still hesitated, Jiha reached for his triangular bandage.
The meaning was clear: if you won't take it off, I will.
Asira flinched and stopped him.
"A-alright. Don't do that..."
Unable to look Jiha in the face, Asira hesitantly lowered the zipper.
Jiha stepped back slightly and took in the sight.
The picture of a female knight, unable to resist a man's pressing demands, undressing in shame.
He truly wanted Asira.
He wanted to dye this virtuous soul completely in his colors.
"...I'm done."
Now standing, Asira covered her chest with one arm and her lower half with the other, staring at the floor.
Her face flushed crimson as she looked down at her own feet.
The last time their bodies tangled, he hadn't properly undressed her. Tonight was surely the first time a man had seen her fully bare.
"Come here."
At Jiha's command from the edge of the bed, Asira approached with hesitant steps.
A demon woman, desperately hiding her shameful parts, eyes cast down, walking slowly forward.
Sweat already beaded and slid down her pale blue skin under the bright Mana lamp.
"...Turn off the light."
Instead of answering, Jiha simply glared.
The female knight, who normally met everyone's eyes with such confidence, quickly averted her gaze.
Standing stripped before a man, her shame was overwhelming.
"Hmm..."
Jiha pulled Asira's waist close with his good right arm.
Her ample breasts came so near his nose almost touched them.
The lush swell, made even more prominent by her arms desperately pressing to hide it, drew his unwavering gaze. He slowly lowered his head.
"Ah..."
As Jiha hovered his face just above her skin, Asira let out a tense sigh.
But Jiha neither touched nor used his lips. He simply kept his nose hovering, never quite touching, slowly traveling along her arms, breasts, and stomach.
His eyes remained open, of course.
"...Uh."
A groan escaped Asira as she realized a man was staring intently at her naked body right in front of her, doing nothing but looking.
She was a dauntless, composed female knight, but being observed in such detail by a man was an unbearable mortification.
She almost wished he would just do something already, but Jiha saw right through that and continued only watching.
"..."
Feeling Jiha's gaze travel below her navel, Asira pressed her covering hand down harder.
Jiha, however, subtly took hold of her left arm—the one she was using to hide her chest—and pulled it down.
He'd diverted her attention downward, then struck above.
Realizing it too late, Asira tensed her arm to resist, but then Jiha silently looked up at her and she let the strength drain away.
Jiha's gaze carried a will that would tolerate no resistance.
"...Ah."
A sigh of lament escaped Asira as a delectable pair of mounds and their soft tips were laid bare before the man.
She squeezed her eyes shut, lacking the courage to keep them open. Jiha stared quietly at her breasts.
Pale blue skin, breasts curving with alluring elegance, exotic yet captivating to the male gaze.
The small nipples were blueberry-colored, making his mouth water.
As Jiha did nothing but stare openly at her chest, Asira couldn't keep her eyes closed any longer.
When she looked down at him anxiously, Jiha finally spoke.
"Captivating..."
"..."
Jiha did not miss the relief that flickered across Asira's tense face.
If Leticia lacked self-esteem regarding her social standing, Asira lacked confidence in her own beauty.
Jiha tightened his right arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
"..."
He buried his face in the mounds of her breasts and closed his eyes.
As he pressed his face deep, her full breasts yielded softly against him.
Enchanting breasts that stirred both a desire to go limp and fall asleep right there, and an urge to grope and torment them wildly.
The scent of fresh perfume mixed with her natural body scent soothed his heart.
As Jiha remained still for a long while with his face buried, a woman's hand slowly stroked his head.
A touch like someone soothing a needy child who clung for affection, full of tenderness.
Gentle fingers ruffled through his hair. Truly calming, but...
"Ahk?!"
Jiha slid his right hand downward and thrust it into the female knight's cleft.
Caught off guard by the fingers suddenly pushing inside, Asira's hips bucked reflexively and both arms wrapped around Jiha's neck.
Having brought Asira onto her tiptoes in an instant, Jiha grinned and said,
"Do you see me as a child too?"
"Ah, hk. H-haak..."
The first night had been about the pain of losing her virginity, so he'd finished with just his hands and been gentle.
But time had passed, and now he needed to drive the point home firmly.
That I am the man you must trust and follow.
Unable to answer, Asira could only pant and squirm against the fingers that had pushed in roughly.
He'd shoved in without any wetness, and the sensitive inner flesh was being gouged—she couldn't bear it.
Jiha had forced his fingers inside, but the resistance was so intense he couldn't push farther.
Instead, he gently pressed the vaginal walls that clamped tightly from both sides.
"Ah, haat..."
Asira's stimulated walls wrung a pitiful moan from her lips, right beside Jiha's ear.
She'd been standing before the seated man, allowed his fingers into her precious secret place, and now her body could barely take it; she clung desperately just to stay upright.
The proud female knight had become a woman in an instant.
"Uh, hoot... Hak, haa-ak."
The trembling, pale blue female form.
The force with which her hands pressed into Jiha's shoulders told him this was agony even for a knight.
"Hoo-ak. Hoo-eut... Haak."
A sigh of relief slipped out as Jiha slowly withdrew his fingers.
A strange thread of pleasure wound through the end of her voice.
Completely undone in moments, Asira buried her head against Jiha's shoulder and breathed raggedly.
The last time they spent the night together, Jiha had been relatively gentle. Now was different.
'She's trying to see me as a child too... I can't let that slide.'
The hierarchy must be clear. He had to brand into Asira's mind that they were man and woman.
Having made that decision, Jiha moved his hand and pulled down his pants.
Underwear came down with them, and his hardened manhood sprang free.
"Ah, w-wait..."
Fear crossed Asira's face.
She'd been so startled and pained when just his fingers entered. Surely he didn't mean to shove something even bigger inside her right away?
"We've already done this."
"Th-that time..."
That time, thanks to Jiha's consideration, Asira's body had already been heated up.
Plunging in before she was even wet was an unreasonable demand for someone who had only known a man for a single night.
"Then how about you entertain me."
"..."
Asira hesitated, then slowly lowered her head.
Her face showed reluctance, but she had some resolve. She'd done this before, after all.
Jiha didn't wait. He leaned in and pressed his lips over hers.
"Wai—"
Asira fumbled, caught off guard, but Jiha used his bandaged left arm to press her head down.
Asira, about to resist, flinched as if only now remembering he was injured.
He bit and sucked at her plump lips, tormented them by pulling with his teeth. The woman trembled faintly.
"Mmn, mm-hoot..."
Toying with Asira's lips, Jiha used his right hand to take hers and placed it on his manhood.
Guided by Jiha, Asira's hand closed around it, hesitated, then began to stroke.
Her five fingers caressed slowly, wrapped around, then moved up and down, gliding along the shaft.
She'd clearly picked up a few tricks by now, pressing and rubbing the glans with her thumb.
Better than before. Jiha pulled his lips away and grinned.
"You've gotten used to it. Been practicing while you were alone?"
"Wh-what are you saying... That was my first time then."
"That was a compliment. I said you're captivating."
Jiha covered her lips with his again while his right hand grasped a ripe breast.
He squeezed hard, testing its springiness, then released and kneaded it in gentle circles, his fingers slowly teasing the areola.
"Ah, ha. Ah-hoot..."
Unable to keep her wits about her under this new caress, Asira's breathing grew ragged in an instant.
Her hand clenched reflexively tight around his manhood. Jiha grimaced.
"Hurts."
"S-sorry..."
Asira flinched and snatched her hand away.
Then her eyes, widening further in shock, fixed on Jiha's lower body.
"It's even more... than before."
The shaft she had been touching had grown even angrier.
When Jiha pressed her head downward, she understood and slowly bent her body, kneeling on the floor.
The demon woman kneeling opened her mouth and brought her face close to Jiha's raging manhood.
A soft, yielding sensation and the touch of a tongue—the shaft slid into the cave of her mouth.
"...Eut."
Awkwardly, Asira took Jiha inside and moved slowly.
Without her noticing, Jiha let his expression relax at the unique pleasure of her mouth.
Sitting in comfort, receiving a woman's service, this position was satisfying for any man.
Even if Asira lacked experience and wasn't very good, that itself brought a psychological satisfaction.
Because she was trying to please him despite not knowing how.
Savoring the slick heat of her mouth, the saliva, the occasional soft brush of her tongue, Jiha leaned down and kneaded Asira's breasts.
Asira's eyebrows twitched faintly in response to his encouragement.
Seeing her reaction, Jiha spoke.
"What would Yura think if she saw this?"
"..."
Asira's expression changed in an instant. She looked up.
Jiha looked down at her with a conqueror's smile.
"What would the woman she trusted and treasured so much think if she found out she's secretly enjoying her man's thing in her mouth?"
"That..."
Asira tried to pull her mouth away, but Jiha pressed her head down to stop her.
"Don't stop. I'm finally starting to feel good."
"..."
As Jiha growled the command, Asira trembled but resumed moving her head.
The pleasure of the hot membrane and tongue teasing the shaft. Jiha tormented her with words.
"Would she be disappointed? Would she cry? Or would she wish for the happiness of the two of us?"
"..."
A shadow fell over Asira's face.
She'd been freshly reminded that no matter what excuse she made, this was ultimately a betrayal of Yura.
Though, of course, Yura was the one who had pushed Jiha into this.
Schluurrp.
Asira pulled her mouth off the shaft and spoke.
"...Please, don't talk about Yura at a time like this."
"Alright. It's attractive when you get flustered, so I went a little too far."
"..."
At a loss, Asira could only blush.
He'd say something provocative, and when she objected, he'd apologize casually while claiming it was because she was too captivating to help himself.
Jiha's skill with this could melt most women; a naive virgin like Asira was simply helpless.
And it wasn't a lie—it was Jiha's genuine feeling.
Seeing Asira suppress her guilt while still taking him into her mouth and sucking was incredibly arousing.
Jiha took Asira by the shoulders and made her stand.
He looked at her tightly closed cleft and spoke.
"You got wet while sucking it."
"Uh..."
Asira couldn't make excuses for her honest body's reaction.
Not only was she someone who couldn't lie well by nature, but her body responding while she was servicing a man to please him was only natural.
Especially for someone who knew so little of men, her body tingled every time Jiha touched her or responded to her.
Jiha gripped his shaft, glistening with her saliva, and said,
"Shall we do it properly tonight?"
Not as a protector, but as a woman. He'd have her service him.