Chapter 44: Sowing Seeds - 7
Chapter 44: Sowing Seeds - 7
Look at this audacious creature.
Jiha smiled inwardly but didn't answer.
Schlick.
Yura wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slid them upward in one light stroke.
"......."
He'd braced himself, so he barely managed to swallow a groan.
Still, Jiha's thighs twitched.
The pleasure surged in like a wave. He had no control over it.
Sluuurp.
Yura slowly stroked back down.
She wasn't just pumping up and down—she adjusted the pressure of her fingers with exquisite precision, and the pleasure hit him as if he were buried inside a woman.
"Ngh."
A succubus's instinct. She knew every spot that could make a man feel good, even if she'd never known a man.
In a direct confrontation, Jiha was at a disadvantage.
So the plan needed to change.
Jiha lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the top of Yura's head.
"Ah."
Even while her hand was working his shaft, Yura let out a shy little sound.
He was groping her breasts, she was stroking his cock, and yet this was what made her flustered.
A reaction that didn't seem to make sense at first glance.
But Jiha was beginning to understand it.
Considering her oddly reactive behavior from the first time they'd met in the Summoning War waiting room, maybe......
"......."
Yura stopped moving her hand on his shaft and hunched her shoulders.
Jiha pulled his hand away from her breast, took her by the shoulders, and wrapped his other arm around her neck.
He kissed the crown of her head, then her forehead.
"Nh, nnh."
Yura let out a pained moan and curled up even more.
As if the touch of Jiha's lips was overwhelmingly embarrassing.
When the man's lips traveled down to her ear and cheek, her breathing turned ragged.
"Ah, ngh. L-Lord Jiha."
Jiha kissed her with deliberate care.
Like a couple who'd only just started holding hands.
Restrained, yet tender.
"Ah......."
Yura pulled her hand away from his lower body and clutched at his clothes.
Gripping tight.
The fingers holding Jiha's clothes trembled with nerves and shyness.
"......."
Without a word, Jiha kissed her cheek, her jaw, the nape of her neck.
Peck. Sip. Peck.
Each time, Yura twitched as if ticklish, then opened her eyes and looked up at Jiha with a plaintive gaze.
Jiha took her hand and kissed her arm, the back of her hand, then her fingers.
Then he leaned toward Yura, their eyes meeting, and pressed another kiss to her cheek.
"......."
Reflexively, Yura wrapped her arms around Jiha and held him tight.
Her body trembled with shyness and anticipation.
But Jiha only kissed her cheek and jawline again, never once touching her lips.
"Ah, ngh......."
A yearning sound slipped from Yura's slightly parted lips.
As Jiha kept kissing her softly, moving from her head to her hands, her shoulders, the nape of her neck, a ticklish, indescribable feeling welled up inside her.
They had already tangled their bodies together and been caressing each other just moments ago.
Yet Yura was melting into moans from these simple kisses, her fingers clenched tight as she kept her head buried against the man's chest.
"......."
Jiha had several reasons for avoiding her mouth.
Opening Yura's heart came first.
Beyond that...... there was the worry it might be some kind of trap.
Drain.
Jiha had nearly died while fucking Yura.
What if kissing a succubus held a similar danger?
What if the kiss spread some kind of poison?
He'd nearly been killed once. Caution was inevitable.
And Yura was the type who didn't volunteer information about herself anyway.
"Ah, ngh."
But Yura kept gazing at Jiha desperately, her body twitching, looking so pitiful.
A look that said she wouldn't pull away anymore.
"......."
This wasn't a trap.
Jiha sensed it.
If by some one-in-a-million chance it was dangerous, he could just bite his way out of it.
Once he'd decided, Jiha slowly drew his lips close.
"......."
Yura was twitching and about to shut her eyes, waiting for him, but then she startled and grabbed Jiha's shoulders instead.
Her lips weren't ready yet.
Most men would've been dumbfounded, but Jiha didn't press her.
Because Yura had blocked him and then immediately pulled her own hands away in a hurry.
"W-Well, it's......."
"Yeah."
"......It's."
Yura floundered, unable to get the words out.
So Jiha began slowly tickling her cheek and chin.
The moment his fingers touched her, the shy succubus twitched all over again.
Jiha carefully traced the shell of her ear with his index and middle fingers.
"Aaah."
Even the fine hairs on her earlobe stood up as his fingers teased it.
Yura quivered, letting out soft moans.
After spending a long while gauging Jiha's expression, Yura finally managed to speak.
"So, I, well......."
"Mm."
"......This is the first time I've done something like this."
Yura had forced the words out with great effort.
She'd been struggling terribly to say them, afraid Jiha might not take her meaning properly.
The unexpected statement made Jiha pause.
He'd assumed there was some trap or special circumstance.
This was.......
Yura, blushing all the way down her neck, stammered on.
"I-I just hoped you'd understand, Lord Jiha......."
She was a succubus, but she'd never done this with any other man.
She wasn't a woman who gave her body away carelessly.
She was doing this because it was Jiha.
That was what Yura had been wanting to say all along.
But her temperament was so reserved, and she didn't know men.
On top of that, she and Jiha had started with their bodies, practically under coercion.
And so she'd been agonizing over how to phrase it properly.
"......."
Her eyes trembled faintly. She was frightened, uncertain how Jiha would react.
Surprised by this unexpected turn, Jiha spread his fingers.
Then he took Yura's hand and laced his fingers through hers.
"Ah."
The moment her palm pressed fully against the man's, Yura let out a small cry.
And Jiha drew his lips close to Yura and whispered.
"I knew from the start."
"......."
Before Yura could react, Jiha sealed his lips over hers.
A sweet sensation.
The succubus's lips were so soft it almost felt like the point of contact had vanished.
"Ah."
Kissed for the very first time, Yura moaned and wrapped her arms tight around Jiha's neck.
Her body grew hotter and hotter in the man's embrace.
Her tightly shut eyelids trembled with shyness and joy at the knowledge that the man had understood her.
"......."
Yura was the one who tightened her grip on his hand first.
As if that were all that mattered.
When Jiha, still kissing her, parted his lips and pushed his tongue inside, Yura opened her mouth for him despite trembling.
"Ha, ah."
She was shy, but a succubus's tongue was a whole different creature.
The moment the man pushed his tongue in, hers latched on and started sucking noisily.
Like a starving spirit, it curled around him in an instant and sucked at his lips—utterly obscene.
When Jiha pulled his tongue back in surprise, Yura flinched.
Her barely open eyes.
"Ah, I-I, that. That......."
She couldn't even speak properly, as if she'd realized how lewd she'd been.
But Jiha just kissed her again.
A kiss where only their lips touched.
After repeating it several times, Jiha whispered low and quiet, even though they were the only two there.
"......It felt so good I thought I was going to come."
At the crude expression, Yura looked embarrassed but also relieved.
Relieved that Jiha hadn't recoiled in shock or discomfort and fled.
As proof, Jiha pushed his tongue back into Yura's mouth.
"Ngh, nnh."
Still, perhaps she was still embarrassed—Yura didn't use her tongue as passionately as before.
Her movements were forcibly restrained.
So Jiha playfully sucked at Yura's lips.
"Ah, ngh."
Yura let out a limp moan and stroked Jiha's cheek with her hand.
She was struggling to suppress her instinct to cling to him.
Jiha pulled Yura's waist tight against him and coiled his tongue around hers first.
"Ah, haaah."
Yura's tongue, which she'd been trying to hold back, twitched and then began intertwining with Jiha's.
Her tongue pressed and rubbed against his, as if they'd once been a single body and could no longer separate.
"Ah, nnh."
Yura gently stroked Jiha's cheek, her eyes sliding shut.
Her actions were demure, but the tongue inside her mouth was obscene—sucking him in, coiling around him, rubbing against him stickily.
Their saliva mingled thickly, and lascivious moans seeped out between their lips.
"Ha, aaah. Nnngh."
"Ngh."
"......Lord Jiha."
When Jiha pulled his lips away, Yura looked up at him with drowsy, unfocused eyes.
Her pretty lips were slick and wet with saliva.
At Jiha's gaze, Yura started to lick her lips with her tongue, then twitched and turned her head away.
She still seemed too shy to let him see her like that.
Peck. Peck. Peck.
Jiha teased her, planting kiss after kiss like a bird pecking at feed.
Yura opened her mouth to respond, but Jiha drew back just a little and said,
"You're using your tongue less than before."
"......Th-that, ngh."
Yura hesitated, then answered.
"......I thought I shouldn't let you finish."
"......."
She'd taken him completely at his word that their kiss felt too good and nearly made him come.
Innocent. And endearing.
Jiha asked quietly.
"Shouldn't let me do what?"
"......Th-that."
"Why shouldn't you let me?"
"......."
Yura flushed red and couldn't say another word.
So Jiha pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear.
He caught her ear between his lips and bit down gently, then a little harder.
"Ah......."
Unlike the deliberate kisses meant to open her heart earlier, this one was hot and lewd.
As the man's tongue traced over the succubus's ear, Yura squirmed, unable to endure the ticklish sensation.
Shluurp.
When Jiha's tongue burrowed into her ear canal, Yura lifted her chin and twitched.
Jiha whispered low.
"Because it'd be a waste?"
"......."
"Because it'd be a waste to let me come like that?"
Yura hesitated, then gave a small nod.
Apparently the words themselves were just too much for her to say.
A ridiculously lewd bosom, a ripely mature body, bewitching technique—and yet her true nature was so innocent.
She liked Jiha and couldn't even bring herself to say so properly, couldn't even tell him kissing made her shy.
And still, her succubus nature was there, driving a man out of his mind.
An obscene yet innocent flower.
No man could resist falling.
Sucking on Yura's earlobe, Jiha whispered.
"Spread your legs."
"......."
"Spread them."
When Yura stayed silent out of embarrassment, Jiha said it a little more forcefully.
Sluuurp.
Quivering, Yura extended one leg to the side.
She wore the lewd outfit befitting a succubus. Only a single scrap of cloth covered her intimate area.
And Jiha could see plainly that the black fabric was soaked.
"......You're wet."
"......."
"Kissing got you wet?"
Jiha whispered on purpose, knowing full well.
Yura had her face buried against his shoulder, and she only nodded faintly.
Jiha reached down and stroked the inside of Yura's thigh.
Twitch!
The moment his hand touched her flushed, burning-hot skin, the inside of her thigh spasmed in tiny convulsions, as if it had jumped.
The fact that a man was touching her—the shyness and anticipation pooled inside her body and made her react.
Rather than going straight for the woman's most private place, Jiha spread his palm wide and gently skimmed along the inside of Yura's thigh.
As his palm glided over her smooth thigh in slow circles, Yura's leg muscles jumped.
"Ah, ngh....... Hah."
After two or three passes, Yura let out short breaths that smelled almost sweet.
She wasn't saying anything, but her body was honest.
The already wet cloth grew even stickier, in anticipation of when Jiha would touch her more lewdly.
He could see a slick trace beginning to seep out.
"......Huuuh."
Jiha lost control for a moment and pushed his hips forward.
His shaft, swollen taut from the drawn-out indecent kisses with the succubus, jutted out.