Chapter 29: I Can Do It Myself (2)
Chapter 29: I Can Do It Myself (2)
Carla lay spread-eagled on the bed, her eyes squeezed shut as she trembled uncontrollably.
Though likely unintentional, she looked like a virgin being offered as a sacrifice to some sinister cult.
Well, Carla was neither a sacrifice nor a virgin.
I let out a small chuckle at the idle thought and settled myself between her legs. Then, I reached out and grabbed a handful of her breasts, which were yielding to gravity and spilling toward her sides.
Squish.
“Hngh…”
Carla let out a suppressed moan, her eyes still tightly shut.
Was she really that shocked by the fact that she had reflexively sucked on my tongue?
Even as I toyed with her breasts, kneading them this way and that, she continued to play dead, keeping her eyes clamped shut.
…This is a bit boring.
Seeing Carla so unresponsive… a sudden surge of playfulness—or perhaps mischief—welled up from deep within me.
It was that childhood impulse to tease a girl you actually liked.
Fine. Let’s see how long you can keep that up.
The moment I made up my mind, I pulled my hands away from her breasts, which I had been squeezing into various shapes. Instead, I leaned down and pressed my lips against them.
The sensation of her soft flesh filled my mouth, accompanied by Carla’s distinct, sweet scent.
The skin felt as smooth as silk against the tip of my tongue… save for one spot. A protrusion.
I took Carla’s nipple into the center of my mouth and began to tease it incessantly with my tongue.
“Ah, ahh…”
I flicked it rapidly up and down to tickle it, swirled my tongue around the areola, and pressed down firmly from above, savoring the texture.
Carla reacted sensitively to every flick of my tongue, her nipple hardening under the attention.
By the time it was so firm that it wouldn't flatten even when I pressed down with force, I curled my lips into an 'O' around the tip. Then, I sucked inward with a powerful draw.
“Hiiiih…!”
Apparently, that was more than she could bear. Carla let out a sharp, airy gasp and flinched.
With her breast still in my mouth, I looked up and locked eyes with her. She had been peeking through narrowed lids.
“Hup!”
She quickly shut her eyes again, pretending she hadn't been looking… but it was too late. It wasn't as if I hadn't seen her.
However, this wasn't quite enough. Now that I knew she was responding to the stimulation, I had to go further.
I gave her nipple one last light nip before slowly sliding my lips downward.
I didn't forget to lick her skin with a persistent, deliberate touch, as if to make sure she knew exactly where I was heading.
From her breasts to her ribs, from her ribs to her navel, and from her navel to her lower abdomen, where faint platinum-blonde pubic hair began to show.
And just as I was about to move from her lower belly toward her pussy—
“St-Stop! Please stop!”
Carla grabbed my head, her voice laced with panic.
With my face still buried in her lower abdomen, I tilted my head up slightly.
“So you’re finally looking at me?”
“Ugh… I’m sorry. I was just so embarrassed that I…”
“Embarrassed? Come to think of it, didn't we agree a few days ago? If you’re embarrassed, you’re not supposed to just shut your mouth; you’re supposed to report exactly how and why you’re embarrassed.”
“Ah…!”
Carla’s ruby eyes went wide as she realized her mistake. Then, as if terrified of being too late, she began to speak frantically.
“That, well, after I kissed you, Master, my head went all fuzzy, and I felt like I was floating, and it felt so good… so I wanted to do it more, and without realizing it, I sucked on your tongue. It made me feel even more lightheaded than the kiss did. I was so out of it that I just kept sucking your tongue…”
The problem was that because she was trying to speak so quickly, her words were becoming a jumbled mess.
I gave her navel a sharp poke with my finger and cut her off.
“Stop.”
“Hyak!”
Carla let out a short shriek at the sensation of being poked in the navel, but she didn't dare disobey my command, quickly clamping her own hand over her mouth.
“…….”
Did she think I was angry? The way she stole glances at me was more cautious than usual.
I chuckled at the sight and gave a small nod.
“It’s fine, so calm down. And summarize it. I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
“Ah, yes. A summary…”
Carla fell into deep thought for a moment, her face gradually turning a deep, burning crimson.
“I…”
“You?”
“I am…”
“You are?”
As I mimicked her stuttering and urged her on, she squeezed her eyes shut as if making a grand resolution and shouted.
“I am a pervert who goes into heat just from Master’s tongue! I was a lewd slave whose head was filled with thoughts of Master! …Hup?!”
Her voice was loud enough to ring through the entire room.
She realized a second too late that she had shouted far too loudly and gasped… but since I hadn't expected that either, I found myself flinching as well.
“Heuk… that is… ugh…”
Her face, which had been red enough to burst just moments ago, was now pale as if the blood had been drained from it.
Just as the shock on her face was about to turn into tears—
I lifted my head from her lower belly.
“Did you forget already? I told you this room is soundproof.”
“Oh.”
Only then did Carla let out a long sigh of relief.
I chuckled and nodded at her.
“You were a bit late, but since you said it properly as promised, I’ll let it slide this time.”
“Thank youuu…”
“Now, spread your legs.”
“Okay.”
Carla obediently spread her legs into an M-shape.
Her plump pussy flesh parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of the pink interior.
I watched with satisfaction before lowering my head toward it.
“W-Wait! Wait a minute! Wait!”
“Gack.”
Suddenly, her legs snapped shut, trapping my face between her thighs.
Whether she was controlling her strength or the Slave Imprint was working subconsciously, it didn't hurt and I wasn't suffocating. In fact, being squeezed by her soft thighs felt… surprisingly nice.
Regardless of that, I was startled.
“What the? Let go, Carla.”
“N-No!”
“Huh? What do you mean, no?”
“You said you’d let it slide because of what I just said! So why are you trying to lick my pussy again?!”
Ah. So that’s what she thought.
“I think you’re misunderstanding something… I’m doing this simply because I want to.”
“What?”
“It’s not because you suddenly went stiff and I felt like teasing you, nor is it because I’m annoyed that you kept your mouth shut. I’m licking it because I want to lick it, so hurry up and open your legs again.”
“B-But why? It’s dirty…?”
“Tsk. Do I really have to make it a command?”
“Ugh.”
Only then did the thighs surrounding my face slowly pull away.
“If that is Master’s will… I suppose I have no choice… But are you really going to do it?”
“Yeah. I’m really going to do it, so hold your pussy open so I can see it clearly.”
“…Yes.”
Carla reached down with an expression that suggested if a person could die of shame, she would have died three times over by now.
Her slender, elegant fingers gripped her own labia and slowly pulled them apart.
The pale pink flesh, the small labia minora, the clitoris peeking out, and the vaginal opening that pulsed rhythmically.
I buried my face into Carla’s pussy, which was now fully exposed without anything left to hide.
“Hic!”
First, I gave it a simple, long lick from bottom to top. Carla’s entire body shuddered from that alone.
Drip.
After a few more flicks of my tongue, love fluid began to seep out of her pussy, likely thanks to the preceding foreplay.
Was this also an effect of the Mana Core? Or was it just a personal trait of Carla’s?
Strangely, the fluid touching my tongue had a refreshing quality to it.
Thanks to that, I was able to focus on her pussy without any sense of revulsion.
I toyed with her, thrusting my tongue into her vagina and teasing her clitoris just as I had done with her nipples.
I wanted to keep going like this forever, but… I couldn't do that.
Finally, I gave her clitoris, which was standing piteously firm, a gentle, teasing nip.
“Huaaang!”
Carla’s body trembled as she fell into a light climax.
“For someone who was so embarrassed, you seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit.”
“…I think I finally understand why you told me to swallow your cock, Master.”
Carla spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
I chuckled at the sight and sat up.
“Wow… you really are a pervert.”
“Ugh! Y-You’re the one who did this, Master…!”
Carla kicked her feet and covered her face with her hands.
I let out a small laugh and positioned myself.
Intending to start the main event immediately, I grabbed Carla’s flailing legs and pushed my body between them to take my stance.
It would be a waste to let the love fluid go to waste, so I rubbed my member against her pussy to coat it evenly.
Then, aiming the glans at her vaginal opening, I prepared to give her the usual command.
“Carla. [Go into heat—]”
“Ah, wait a moment, Master.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Um… you don’t have to give me the command to get lewd today.”
Wouldn't that make it difficult?
Her pussy was somewhat wet now, but since my equipment was quite large, I needed a lot more fluid to move freely.
When I stared at her in confusion, Carla used one hand to spread her pussy wide.
Her vaginal opening, drenched in a mixture of my saliva and her own fluids, glistened under the light.
“Please wait just a moment.”
And then, Carla began to masturbate.
“Ahng…”
My mind went blank for a moment as I watched her fingers. She didn't touch any other part of herself, focusing solely on tormenting her own clitoris.
Could it be…?
Her movements were clumsy, but as if she were imitating me, she tickled and rubbed her clitoris, pressed down hard on it, and even pinched it occasionally.
“Haah… huraa…”
Carla’s breathing grew heavier with every movement of her fingers. In proportion, her vaginal opening became increasingly drenched.
I stared blankly at her pussy, which was pulsing and leaking fluid as if craving something.
At this rate, wouldn't my member slide right in without any trouble?
As I stared intently at her pussy, which had become soft and drenched, Carla stopped her fingers, and her voice tickled my ear.
“Hehe… I didn't touch this part on purpose, since this is where you’ll be going, Master.”
Carla continued, her tone a mix of bashfulness and a hint of pride.
“How is it, Master? I can do it well on my own now, right?”
“…….”
Good god.
I just realized that when you’re so turned on your heart feels like it’s going to burst, you actually lose the ability to speak.