Chapter 88: Acquiring Weapons - 4
Chapter 88: Acquiring Weapons - 4
Jiha lowered his head and buried his face in Yura's chest.
Her enormous, pale, impossibly soft breasts pressed against his forehead, his jaw, his nose and cheeks.
"Ah, mmm."
As Jiha settled his face into her chest and evened out his breathing, Yura let out an excited sigh of her own.
Sssssuk. Sssuk.
As if she were grooming a cat's fur, she teased the back of his neck and stroked the roots of his hair.
He closed his eyes, intoxicated by the gentle pressure and warm heat of her firm breasts against his face, and Yura's fingers pressed into the back of his neck as if giving a massage.
The unspoken promise that he could fall asleep like this if he wanted to.
"Mmm."
When Jiha gave a low groan, Yura flinched.
Maybe his breath against her chest was ticklish.
But the motion made her soft skin rub and stimulate his cheeks and forehead.
Desire rising, Jiha began to kiss her, slowly.
Peck. Peck.
"Ah, mmm...."
A man's lips roaming across her breasts.
Jiha traced a path of kisses over her pale bosom, soft and deliberate, like stamping a seal with his lips.
Peck. Ssip. Ssip.
"Mmm. Hnn."
With every kiss that felt like a neat, polite bow, Yura's body quivered.
After making a broad circuit around Yura's breast with his kisses, Jiha opened his mouth wide, as if showing off.
A declaration that he was about to feast.
Grip.
"Ah, ahhh. Aah...."
The moment the man's teeth sank into her flesh, Yura let out a gasp that was half moan and half cry, trembling violently.
Chomp. Chomp.
He kept taking large bites of her breast and releasing her, over and over.
Like biting into a soft, pale sheet of rubber with his teeth.
"Hahk, haaah. Mmm."
As he bit down again and again, hard enough to leave marks, Yura shrieked softly and shuddered.
Of course, Jiha wasn't biting hard enough to actually draw blood; he was controlling the pressure, nibbling and letting go with care.
Firm. Grip.
"Ahhk, ahhng."
Tooth marks carved themselves into the pure white flesh of her breast.
He was going to show the world that he was the only one allowed to suck and bite these breasts.
Jiha worked around the outer curve of Yura's full breast, biting down firmly.
The contradictory sensation of biting into a soft, chewy rice cake that was also a taut volleyball.
"Haahk, haaah. M-Master."
Every time Jiha bit her, Yura convulsed and then pushed her chest forward, as if pleading for more.
Her pale pink nipples had grown rigid and were trembling.
Grriiiiip.
Having bitten every part of Yura's left breast, Jiha stopped and looked down at her with an unreadable gaze.
Yura, shy but insistent, whined.
"Mmm."
She was begging him to hurry up and suck and bite her hardened nipples too.
But after a fleeting glance at the seductively erect buds, Jiha turned his head away.
Grriiiiip.
And began biting marks into her right breast.
"Ahhng...."
Denied anticipation.
Her body burning hot, Yura didn't know what to do with herself. She stroked Jiha's neck, and her other hand roamed over his chest.
When his clothes got in the way, she stripped his jacket off and pushed her hand underneath his shirt.
A succubus's instinct. Yura might be gentle, but she got bold during sex.
Yura caressed Jiha's bare chest with her palm, then began to twist and pinch his nipple.
Press.
Her way of asking him to torment her just like this.
"Hm...."
"Ahk!"
Grriiiiip.
Jiha retaliated by putting more force into the teeth biting her breast.
"Hahk, haaahk...."
This bite must have hurt, because tears welled up slightly in the corners of her eyes. But soon after, she sealed her lips over his ear and pushed her tongue inside.
Her tongue traced obscenely along the shell of his ear.
Then, sliding gently into his ear canal, she let out a moan right next to his ear.
"Master, come on...."
She whined for him not just to attend to her breast, but to bite and suck her nipple.
Bwoung.
When Jiha pulled his teeth away from her breast, the freed flesh jiggled up and down.
The man's teeth marks ringed the outer edge of her breast like a barbed-wire fence.
As Jiha admired his work with satisfaction, Yura kept pinching his nipple and pestering him.
"Mmm, Master...."
"...."
Peck.
Jiha turned his head and kissed her.
Kissing again, Yura licked and sucked Jiha's lips on her own, pouring out a breathy sigh.
Like a well-behaved puppy, utterly delighted just to be kissing her master.
Even with her eyes closed, she kept nagging him.
"Hnng, ah, mmm, hurry up...."
"Hurry what?"
"...Mmm."
Realizing that Jiha was teasing her, Yura cracked open her tightly shut eyes and looked at him with a pitiful glare.
But Jiha just played dumb, kissed the tip of her nose, and then bit her ear.
"Mmm, hnng."
A man's tongue digging into her ear canal.
Receiving the same treatment she'd given him, Yura's body shook and she lightly tickled Jiha's nipple.
"Hah-hng, please do it...."
"Do what?"
"...Please suck it."
Jiha pressed and massaged the back of Yura's neck while licking her ear again.
Shuddering from the ticklish pleasure, Yura whispered.
"Haah, haaah. Th-the breast... please. The nipple...."
"How?"
"Hard is good. Softly is also...."
Yura's voice crawled away into a mumble, choked by embarrassment.
Even if they'd already been intimate, making her say it out loud was a different matter.
Yura might know how to please a man while maintaining a demure front, but asking for something for herself seemed to fluster her badly.
"If I just suck your tits in a filthy way, that'll do?"
"...."
Nod.
When Jiha asked while looking into her eyes, Yura barely managed a nod.
So Jiha opened his mouth again and slowly lowered his head.
"Ah...."
Understanding his intent, Yura cupped her own breast with her hand and presented it for easier access.
As if she were nursing an infant.
Schlooock.
A mouthful of soft breast flesh was pulled into Jiha's mouth.
The powerful suction sent a jolt of sweet pleasure through Yura. She shuddered but also let out a disappointed sigh.
"Ah, hnhh. Hmmm...."
The spot he'd bitten and sucked into his mouth was beside her areola.
Just as an anxious Yura was about to speak, Jiha shifted his head and swallowed her nipple entirely.
Peck. Schlop. Peckpeck. Schlop!
"Mmm, nnng. Hnng!"
He'd deliberately drawn things out, and his lips invaded right at the peak of her frustration.
He sucked her fully hardened nipple vigorously with his lips, while his other hand groped her breast as if to knead it roughly.
Squiiiish.
Savoring the sensation of her firm breast pushing back in every direction, resisting the pressure of his hand, Jiha sucked forcefully on the nipple of her left breast and nibbled it gently with his teeth.
"Ahhk! Hnhhk! Hnngggh."
Every time Jiha sucked and bit, Yura's upper body trembled and squirmed, making the breast in his hand slosh around in response.
Biting down on a huge mouthful of her breast, Jiha didn't let go, just kept sucking, biting, and licking.
Sluuuurp. Sllluuuuurp.
He sucked with ferocious force, as if he meant to drink down every last bit of her soft flesh, then released her, teased her with his tongue, and then immediately started to gnaw gently on her nipple with his teeth.
Now he held only the nipple between his lips and sucked on it with obsessive, audible focus.
"Ah, ahh-hnhhk."
After Jiha's thorough torment of her breast and the relentless teasing of her nipple, Yura bowed her head and panted.
Schlop. Schlooock.
"Mmm, hnng. Hnnggg."
She shut her eyes and tried to endure, but her jaw trembled faintly and her heated body shook uncontrollably every time the man obscenely sucked on her breast.
Bwoung.
Jiha pulled his mouth off her breast, extended just his tongue, and flicked her nipple.
"Ahng, hnngg."
The frustratingly light pleasure made Yura tangle her fingers in Jiha's hair and tug.
A female pestering him for more.
So Jiha lightly drew circles with his tongue, teasing her nipple, and then—
Sllluuuurp.
He took it back into his lips and sucked hard.
"Hahk! Haaahng!"
Yura convulsed and ruffled Jiha's hair.
In broad daylight, seated in a pavilion surrounded by flowers, the debauched sight of a succubus exposing her huge breasts and letting a man suck them was obscene beyond measure.
Eyes squeezed shut, at some point her legs had spread open, and every time the man's lips worked, her eyebrows flinched as she tried to suppress the moans and the pleasure.
Schlop. Schlooock.
But the man relentlessly sucked, bit, licked, and then groped her again with his hand.
He captured the nipple loosely between his lips, gently rolled it, and then pulled his head back as if to wrench his mouth away from her breast entirely.
"Ahng! Ahhk. Haaahk. Aah."
Her mouth fell open again and panting moans spilled out.
"Ah, aah. M-Master. Now, mmm. S-stop...."
Yura opened her eyes, and with a sudden bolt of fear, pleaded.
Her body was burning hot, but rational fear had resurfaced.
If they went any further, she might not be able to control herself.
It was broad daylight and they were in the garden pavilion.
"Mmm, hnng. Someone might see...."
"There's nobody here."
Every last Common had gone out on leave, and even if they hadn't, there wasn't a soul who would dare march into the middle of the private garden.
The only ones watching Yura writhe in Jiha's arms right now were the lilies and roses, bashfully closing their buds.
Schlooock. Schlop.
Jiha, latched onto her breast, sucked softly and then bit down hard again. Yura flinched and jerked, pushing her hips backward.
"N-no. No more...."
At that, Jiha reached around and grabbed a handful of Yura's backside.
Yura's breasts were outstanding, but her ass was exceptional too.
While sucking her firm breast, he squeezed her ass tightly with his hand to stop her from escaping. Yura's voice was soaked with fear.
"Mmm, hnng. No. M-Master...."
Sssssip.
Jiha took her breast and nipple into his mouth in one huge bite, sucked long and hard, and then pulled his lips away. He looked up at her.
"What's not allowed?"
"Haah, haaah... p-please stop sucking."
"You want me to suck somewhere else?"
"N-no, I mean...."
Yura was trying to catch her breath, panting, when Jiha covered her lips with his own again.
She'd been trying to resist, but the moment Jiha kissed her, her expression melted instantly, and she started sucking on his lips of her own accord.
Like a cat drunk on silver vine.
Sssip. Sssssip.
Jiha let Yura suck his lips to her heart's content while his hands kneaded her massive breasts.
They were littered with bite marks and smeared here and there with his glistening saliva.
Then, rubbing that viscous saliva across her breast, Jiha lifted his index finger.
"Ah, mm...."
Sssook.
Understanding exactly what Jiha wanted, Yura immediately took his index finger into her mouth.
Peck. Peck.
She sucked his finger in a daze, as if his saliva were sweet honey.
"Mmmhng."
After licking it clean at lightning speed, and then looking a little regretful, she now puckered her lips around Jiha's fingers of her own volition and sucked them lewdly.
She picked up on what a man wanted in bed instantly and followed his lead.
Jiha was feeling rather pleased when Yura opened her mouth and turned her head away.
Flushed cheeks.
"N-now, that's enough...."
"As long as I don't put it in, it's fine, right?"
"S-still...."
Her body was fully aroused. The nipples on her exposed breasts were stiffened to their limit, looking furious and helpless in equal measure.
Finding that charming, the man pinched and rubbed one between his thumb and forefinger.
"Mmm, hnng...."
As if an electric current were passing through her, Yura clamped her eyes shut and whimpered.
Jiha toyed with the erect nipple with his fingers and whispered.
"Isn't that right?"
"Y-yeah, but...."
With the way things were flowing, this was dangerous.
Yura knew that, but her will was crumbling.
The prerequisite for complete subordination was spending three nights with a man.
This was indeed the third time, but as Jiha had said, it was fine as long as he didn't put it in, wasn't it?
"Isn't it?"
Jiha whispered, running his palm down the inside of Yura's thigh.
"...Hnngg. Hnnng!"
Under the man's touch, the succubus gasped strangely, utterly at a loss.
From deep inside, honey began to seep out, and her whole body blazed with heat.
They'd started this just by agreeing to let him have her breasts, but things were already past that point.
"Haah, aah...."
"You look like you're struggling. Take them off."
"I-I shouldn't...."
Even as Yura mumbled that, her own hands moved to her lower garments.
The physical desire to be with a man and the intellectual desire to obey the man she held in her heart made her comply without question.
"Ah. Haaah."
Yura paused while lowering her pants.
Ssssip.
She'd realized that the honey that had already leaked out had made the cloth stick to her skin, and she was mortified.
Hoping the man hadn't noticed, she carefully pulled the garment down, stealing a glance at him.
Then, Jiha placed his palm on the back of Yura's head and laid her down on the bench.
Surprised at suddenly being laid back, Yura tried to cover her lower body with her hands....
"Move your hand."
"...M-Master."
Jiha didn't say another word. He simply grabbed Yura's hand and pulled it away.
Then he seized her thigh and forcibly spread her legs wide open.
"Ah. Ah...."
With her secret place fully exposed to the man's gaze, Yura's eyes welled up from sheer embarrassment and she didn't know what to do.
The fact that she was so openly on display like this for a man, even one she'd already slept with, was shameful.
And despite having told him no, the evidence that she was this obscenely drenched had been completely exposed.
"Ask me to lick it."
"...."
"If you don't, I'll stop."
When Jiha's voice turned calm, Yura trembled faintly.
He really would end it.
No, not just this session—he'd end up hating her.
This was mortifying, and she was scared of what might happen if they went all the way... but Jiha hating her was even more terrifying.
Silently, Jiha stared at Yura's cleft.
In the garden full of blooming flowers, there was a peculiar pleasure in forcibly spreading the legs of a shy succubus and gazing at her drenched petals.
A sweet scent.
Even as he stared at those petals that no male could ever resist, Jiha kept his own lust in check.
"Yura."
When he called her name, Yura squeezed her eyes shut, then—
She moved her own hand down and spread open the tightly closed bud, revealing it to him.
"...L-lick me, please."
In a garden where all manner of flowers were in full bloom.
The petal drenched in the sweetest honey of all.
Blossomed obscenely before the man's gaze.