Why Are You Like This Too?!
"Why are you being like this too?!"
I headed toward the door with a light heart to pick up the nutritional supplements Isabella had sent me.
Having just finished a shower, I was only wearing a single towel wrapped around my waist. Still, I figured my attire didn't really matter since I was just grabbing a package left at the door.
Even if I had the bad luck of running into the security guard, he was a fellow man, so it wouldn't be a big deal.
"Let's see... Huh?"
But what stood outside my door was not a box of supplements.
It was a woman with crimson hair and eyes even redder than her locks.
Isabella Kshatri, the troublemaker of the Magic Academy and the daughter of the Magic Tower Lord.
She was panting heavily as if she had run all the way here, her face flushed red and drenched in sweat.
Come to think of it, this was bizarre. She was highly skilled in flight magic, so she had no reason to run on her own two feet.
Wait... why was she even here?
No, now wasn't the time to be questioning things!
I had just showered, hadn't even dried off properly, and only had a towel wrapped around my waist. It was quite literally the worst possible state to receive a guest.
The moment I saw Isabella, I hurriedly tried to shut the door.
*Thud.*
?
The door I was pulling shut stopped dead in its tracks, as if caught on something.
I looked up and down in disbelief, but there was absolutely nothing blocking it.
I immediately realized that this strange resistance was her doing—specifically, Isabella's telekinesis.
"Isabella? Uh... what's wrong?"
"My, my. What is the rush, my beloved?"
Her voice carried a firm, almost overbearing weight.
Through the crack in the door, her smiling face and crimson eyes came into view.
For some reason, her eyes burned with a passion far hotter and more intense than usual today.
"S-Sorry, Isabella. Can you wait just a moment? I'll go get changed..."
"Hmm? This lady did not expect such words to escape your lips.
To leave this lady so utterly inflamed and then tell her to wait?
Ah, are you trying to tease me? Fufufu... But there is no need for you to do that."
Then, the door I was holding onto began to creak and force itself open.
In stark contrast to my panic, Isabella's expression was refreshingly serene as she stepped inside, approaching me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Given my lack of clothing, I tried to back away from her, but that same bizarre resistance seized my legs. My feet wouldn't budge from the floor.
She was using telekinesis on my body.
"Haa... haa... But perhaps this lady arrived a bit too early?
To think you were still preparing yourself for our... 'relations'...
Yes, of course. It is only proper to cleanse one's body before engaging in such intimacy...
Under normal circumstances, this lady would wait and wash herself as well... but I am afraid I can no longer hold back... ♥"
Wait... what on earth is she talking about?
While I was trying to process my confusion, Isabella lunged forward and wrapped her arms tightly around me.
Since I only had a towel on, her hot breath brushed directly against my bare skin.
On top of that, her hands, radiating a warm body heat, began to trace along my skin in a highly suggestive manner.
"*Inhale... exhale...* Ah... I knew it...!
You smell absolutely wonderful...!
And this texture... this warmth...! Ah, how I have missed this...!"
"I-Isabella...! Why are you acting like this all of a sudden... C-Calm down...!"
Naturally, I tried to pull away and push her off me.
But her telekinesis bound my entire body like a puppet, leaving me unable to lift so much as a finger.
"Oh my, are you trying to back out now?
Fufufu... I will have you know that this is entirely your fault.
This lady has been holding back with all her might, yet you dared to send such a provocative and stimulating photograph...
Do you have any idea how long this lady has been enduring this...? ♥
And what woman could possibly refuse such a delicious feast laid out before her...? ♥"
"Wait a minute... What do you mean by that?!"
While I struggled against her, she pushed me backward until I was right in front of the bed.
Suddenly, my body floated into the air for a brief second before landing softly on the mattress.
"Ugh!"
Then, her telekinesis pinned my arms above my head, locking them in place.
My legs were also stuck to the bed, unable to budge.
Even my mouth felt as if it were taped shut, preventing me from speaking properly.
I squirmed and thrashed, trying my absolute best to break free.
As I continued to struggle, Isabella, who had me bound, looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"You are resisting quite a lot, my beloved.
I understand your desire to take things slow and savor the moment, but as this lady said, I can no longer hold back.
So, cease this futile resistance... Ah?
Fufufu... Ah, I see.
My, my. This lady was being far too dense... ♥
If I recall the contents of the letter you sent, the answer to what you desire is painfully obvious... ♥"
Her eyes narrowed, and she let out a sultry, longing sigh.
"Indeed. If you had wanted a normal relationship with this lady, you wouldn't have sent the photo in that manner.
Taking a photo that arouses both maternal instincts and sadistic desires... You must have wanted to express your desire to be taken by force, even while resisting.
This lady was far too slow to realize... ♥
Goodness... You have quite the perverted side to you, don't you?
Fufu... Of course, I shall love every single part of you, including that... ♥"
What on earth is she talking about?!
I couldn't understand a single word coming out of Isabella's mouth.
She had suddenly burst in, hugged me, groped me, and now she had me bound to the bed with magic.
None of her actions made any sense.
And a photo...? Did she mean the one that was taken by mistake earlier?
But what did that have to do with any of this?!
"Mmph...!"
Suddenly, a jolt of pleasure shot through my body like an electric current.
The source was a part of the male body that wasn't typically considered an erogenous zone—my nipple.
"Come to think of it, this is the first time we are doing this while you are awake.
This lady shall see for herself just how much you have been sensitized... ♥
Mnh... ♥"
Her lips parted and enveloped one of my nipples.
The wet, soft sensation wrapping tightly around it made my hips twitch.
Just like with Seraphina, my nipples were far too sensitive.
Before I could even process Isabella's words, the sheer pleasure overwhelmed my senses.
*Slurp... suck... chu... slurp... ♥*
"Mgh... ah...!"
Soon, not just her lips, but her tongue began to swirl in circles, stimulating my nipple.
A slick, cool sensation spread across my chest, leaving it numb with pleasure.
Her movements were incredibly skilled, as if she knew exactly where my most sensitive spots were.
It almost felt as if she had been sucking on them for a very long time.
After what felt like an eternity, Isabella finally pulled her face away from my chest.
"Haa... It seems this lady's efforts were not in vain... ♥
I built this up bit by bit whenever you were asleep... or unconscious...
Fufufu... This level of sensitivity is highly satisfying.
Your face right now is just... haa... so lovely... ♥"
No matter what Isabella said, I could only stare blankly into space, gasping for air in the wake of the intense pleasure.
My mouth hung open, drool dripping down my chin.
Seeing my face like that, her eyes grew moist, and she licked her lips.
"Ah, honestly. How could you let something so precious go to waste?
I suppose this lady has no choice but to gather it all up with her own mouth... ♥"
*Mmph... chu... slurp... mnh... ♥*
Our lips met and pressed together, and I felt her tongue slip into my mouth.
Her wet, hot tongue—burning with the same heat as her breath—entwined with mine.
Unlike when she was sucking on my chest, there was a strange awkwardness and clumsiness to it. Yet, she had her own unique habits, like teasing the tip of my tongue or pressing the flat of her tongue firmly against mine.
It was different from Lilith's gentle embrace, and different from Seraphina's greedy exploitation.
*Chup... chu... slurp... nnh... ♥*
"Mmph...!"
While she focused on our kiss, she didn't forget to keep pinching and teasing both of my nipples with her fingers.
Before I knew it, my member had grown rock-hard, pushing aside the towel around my waist to point toward the ceiling.
Noticing this, Isabella kept her lips locked onto mine while casting a sultry gaze at my face. She then began to grind her hips in a slow, circular motion against me.
*Slurp... chu... ♥ Haa... ♥*
After a long, deep kiss, our lips finally parted, and we gasped for the air we had been deprived of.
Looking down, I saw that she was lifting her skirt.
Naturally, she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath it, revealing her tight crevice already glistening with sticky arousal.
I looked up at her face.
Her face was flushed, her breath ragged, and she was licking her lips.
Her eyes, half-lidded and filled with lust, burned with an unfathomably deep, ominous crimson light.
From her sudden arrival to this assault, I couldn't comprehend any of it.
But I knew one thing for certain: she was far from finished.