Chapter 262 Scheme to Divide -10
Chapter 262 Scheme to Divide -10
Still locked in the kiss with Asira, Jiha carefully leaned backward.
"Ah, ngh."
Asira, cradled in his arms mid-kiss, toppled down with him.
Her limbs flailed, but Jiha held her tight and kept up the gentle press of his lips.
Peck. Sssip.
The kiss was slow and soft, and the tension drained from Asira's body—she'd panicked at the shift in position.
Jiha stretched out on the bench, pulled Asira on top of him, and turned his head to the side to settle into the kiss.
Truly an affectionate pair.
"Ah, haah... Nh."
Hesitant at first, Asira answered him, sucking at his lips and tangling her tongue with his.
After the nights she'd shared with Yura, pleasuring Jiha together, Asira had grown bolder in her own way.
Jiha whispered against her pointed ear.
"How about it? Shall we go inside?"
"...Nn."
The brush of his breath made her shoulders twitch. All she could do was shiver.
She wanted to be held in the very place where Yura had been held.
A secret flame had been lit inside her—she refused to lose to another woman.
Yet even as it burned, a flicker of self-reproach crossed her face. This was a wicked thought to have toward Yura.
Ssip. Ssip.
Jiha gave her no space for that. He teased her ear with his fingertips, stroked her cheek, and kept kissing her.
"Hah, mm, hahh..."
As Jiha kissed her again and again, touching her face, Asira's breathing turned sultry.
When two lovers have already given each other their bodies and hearts, even light, repeated kisses can ignite them in an instant.
And this was a garden in broad daylight. Though it was a secluded spot, the tension of someone possibly catching them doubled her excitement.
On top of that... the knowledge that Yura had been held right here drifted round and round in Asira's head.
"Mhm, mmh, mmnh..."
While Jiha persistently sucked on her lips, he groped at her breasts through her dress.
Her rich, full breasts were still trapped in her bra. He did no more than trace light passes over them.
The man's hand slid down the slim line of her waist, then climbed back up to brush and graze the shape of her breasts.
"Ah, haah, aah..."
Jiha wasn't even touching her aggressively, yet Asira's breathing instantly roughened and heated.
Because she knew the man wasn't going to stop. And because she realized she didn't want him to.
In fact, she was hoping he'd be even more forceful, more hurried.
"...."
But Jiha only pecked at her lips and traced her nape with his fingertips.
"Ah, mmn, mm."
When Jiha's fingers tickled her collarbone and stroked her neck, Asira flinched and pressed her lips harder against his.
"Hah, mm, mnngh."
Her breathing, hot and wanting. As though to seduce him, she pushed her tongue deep and sucked hard.
Satisfied, Jiha gripped Asira's waist and shifted her position slightly.
"Ah, ah..."
Asira's body moved as he directed, and she shuddered at the hard pressure nudging against her rear.
Lying face-down atop Jiha on the bench, being kissed—her backside had been prodded by his erect cock.
Her legs parted quite naturally.
"Mhm, mmh, nh..."
Her fluster lasted only a moment. She let out an expectant nasal hum and tangled her tongue with his more eagerly.
Arms hooked back around his neck, moaning softly while she gave tiny, suggestive twitches of her hips.
She was tempting him to shove it in.
"...."
Asira—a woman whose mere name commanded recognition, adored by countless people for her noble character—was clinging to a man and begging him to hurry up and enter her.
Wasn't this a female completely trained into lewdness?
Pleased, Jiha still didn't give her what she wanted right away.
He only kept stroking his hand lightly up and down the inside of her firm thighs.
"Ah, mmnh..."
Sprawled on top of the reclining man, Asira lay with her legs open and her body surrendered. She twitched and trembled.
Jiha, still kissing her, opened his lips just a little and whispered.
"What were you thinking, putting this on and coming here?"
"Mmn... I was hoping you'd like it..."
With Jiha's tongue coiled around hers, Asira gave a sweet, nasal cry and squirmed even more.
Locked in the man's arms with his hold around her waist, she ground her hips to tempt him further.
Peck. Peck.
Jiha kept placing light kisses on Asira's lips as he asked again.
"And? You hoped I'd like it, and then what?"
"...Nn."
"That's it?"
When Jiha pressed her, Asira answered in a lowered voice.
"...I hoped you'd like it enough to hold me."
Men aren't the only ones who fantasize about sex.
Women too secretly think about being held by a handsome man, about being swept away exactly the way they like.
Especially Asira, who devoured romance novels.
Deep down, she had been hoping the man who was smitten by her outfit would push her down somewhat forcefully, even if she told him to stop.
"...How lewd."
"Ngh, hnngh, mm... hahh."
Asira was too embarrassed to speak.
Jiha squeezed her breast somewhat firmly and whispered.
"You knew, right? If you showed up in a pretty dress, I wouldn't be able to hold back."
"...N-no."
Asira's voice trailed off with shame, but Jiha didn't let her off the hook.
"No? It's a no? Shall I stop? Should I control myself?"
Squeeze.
Contrary to his words, his grip on her breast grew more arousing—kneading it, releasing it, working the soft flesh.
At the stronger touch, so different from before, Asira trembled faintly and pleaded.
"...I don't want you to."
"Right. You're the chaste lady knight Asira, but in truth you're shaking your hips lewdly because you want to get fucked by me, aren't you?"
"Ng, nnh."
Asira let her words trail off into something vague.
Because every time Jiha kneaded her breasts with both hands, clutching and rubbing them over the fabric of her underwear, she was grinding her rear against his cock as if begging.
Enjoying the game, Jiha pushed her even further.
"...And you want to make me feel even better than Yura does, don't you?"
"Ah, ah, mm, ngh."
Flustered, Asira latched onto Jiha's lips.
A wordless plea: don't ask questions that are so impossible to answer.
Pressing her back against the man's chest, the female demon knight lay plastered over him, heaving sweetly as she clung to his lips and sucked.
Jiha softly stroked Asira's hair and tickled the inside of her thigh to tease her.
"Ah, fuu..."
It was a low flame, keeping her warm and simmering for a long time.
As Jiha merely kept kissing her, kneading her breasts, and tormenting her with words, Asira was already steaming hot.
Peck, peck.
When Jiha playfully kissed her cheek, she came to him with an intense kiss of her own.
Clinging lips, a slickly tangling tongue.
She meant for him to stop teasing.
Jiha moved the arm wrapped around Asira's waist and undid the belt on her dress.
Slip.
He undid the front buttons too, and the fabric parted left and right, revealing a beautiful body clad only in underwear.
"Ah, don't, don't look there..."
When Jiha's eyes widened and he stared down at Asira's lower half, she squeezed her legs together in embarrassment, simultaneously trying to kiss him.
She had been tempting him to enter her quickly, yet she still couldn't bear the mortification of showing the man her spread legs.
But as he kept staring, she lapped at his cheek with her tongue, frantically trying to distract him.
"Nn, ngh, don't look..."
"Don't just look, but put it in instead?"
"...Nnngh."
Asira lightly licked Jiha's lips, abashed.
Jiha moved his hand toward the belt of his own pants as he whispered to her.
"If you want to get fucked, you'll have to take them off yourself."
"Ah, mm, mmgh..."
Embarrassed, Asira gripped her panties and pushed them down.
Her hips and legs, draped over Jiha's body, wobbled this way and that. The motion of her pulling the fabric down was obscenely suggestive.
Unable to hold back his own arousal, Jiha unzipped and freed his cock.
Slowly and tenaciously warming Asira up had made him quite rigid.
"Ah, hah, aah..."
Asira hurriedly took Jiha's shaft in her hand and pumped it with a gentle shake.
Through their nights enjoying Jiha together with Yura, Asira had developed her own eye for pleasing a man.
Shlick. Shhlick.
The slow, gliding strokes.
The sensation of the lady knight's disciplined hand wrapping and stroking him stiffened the shaft even further.
And more than that—the fact that the one doing it was none other than Asira, a famed knight of such character that she was beloved by many, and that she wanted his cock this badly... it was deeply satisfying.
"Nn, nngh, nhh... Q-quickly."
Asira shook his member with an entranced, single-minded focus and kept begging.
Her voice, clinging thickly—the kind of noise a female makes when she craves a cock.
Utterly certain now that she had completely become his woman, Jiha felt his mood lift. He kissed Asira and whispered.
"...I feel so good I think I might come."
"A-ah, don't..."
Asira flinched and released the tension in her hand.
Jiha asked teasingly.
"I shouldn't come?"
"...That's, mm, mnh."
"Why not?"
"...I want you to do it inside me."
Asira's voice was barely audible as she whispered.
It would be a waste for the man to finish with just her hand. She wanted him to hurry and cherish her.
Asira was so mortified her light blue cheeks were dyed a vivid crimson.
At that, Jiha used his left hand to hold open her slit.
"Ah, hah, aah..."
At the sudden touch, Asira drew a sharp, expectant breath.
But the thing Jiha slid into her exposed inner flesh wasn't his cock—it was his right index finger.
"Ahhk, ah, ngh. Ah..."
Her expectation betrayed, Asira twisted her body in confusion and looked at Jiha.
Her eyes were reproachful, but when his index finger sank deep inside and then pulled out wrapped in thick honey, her body shuddered violently.
"Ah, hak, haaah!"
She'd expected something else, but her heated body instantly responded to the man's finger.
Jiha thrust the finger back in deep, and as he pulled it sloowly out, Asira's voice pitched higher and higher.
"Ah, hk, aghh. Aah..."
Where had the knight gone—the one who'd insisted they couldn't do anything indecent because it was daytime and they were outdoors?
Gone. All that remained was a female held in a man's arms, sobbing and spasming from nothing but his fingers.
Sshhhlk. Shhlick.
"Ah, haahk, haaahh..."
As Jiha continued plunging his finger in and drawing it out, Asira's waist twitched and bucke while the muscles in her legs tensed up.
Unable to endure it, she grabbed Jiha's shaft and pumped it hard and fast.
"Mhm, mmngh, s-stop just that..."
"...."
While Asira heaved and pleaded, Jiha made a show of raking his finger through her soft inner walls, then withdrew it and brought it up to his mouth.
"Ah..."
Ssssip.
Right in front of her, the man took her slick-coated finger into his mouth and tasted it.
"Hak, aah, aah..."
Unbearably mortified, Asira flailed and hastily covered Jiha's lips with her own.
The idea of Jiha sucking up the fluids from her body shamed her too much to bear.
Her tongue plunged into his mouth in a hurry, as if demanding he spit it out—telling him not to swallow it—the tongue of the demon lady knight stirring frantically inside.
Jiha, who had been stroking the sweetly panting knight as she pressed tight against him, subtly took hold of his cock and aimed it.
Shllk.
Into the drenched inner flesh of the knight who'd been begging for it, he drove it home in a single motion.