The Complexity of Love
Love is a truly complicated emotion.
Humans are creatures driven by hormonal responses. I’m not sure if that applies to people from this other world, but as someone from Earth, it certainly does for me. The fact that even these tender feelings and the way my heart flutters are all caused by hormones secreted by my brain…! Even in this other world of mana and magic where science loses all meaning, I was still being ruled by my own brain.
“Haa… huup…”
I pressed Dana against the wall and covered her lips with mine. I didn’t use my tongue. One hand supported the back of her neck while the other wrapped around her waist, preventing any escape. I had come here with my mind made up. That’s why I left the final choice to her, but when you thought about it, this outcome was only natural.
There was no way Dana, now fully aware of her own feelings, could possibly reject me.
The fact that I was a married man wasn’t an issue for someone from this world—especially not for Dana, who came from a collateral branch of the Ulster lineage. But Dana had never dared to insert herself between me and Franc. Now I understood why.
Dana loved me, but she had never believed that I could love her back. What she had probably feared most wasn’t confessing her feelings and being rejected. It was the terror that forcing her emotions on me might destroy even the friendship we currently shared.
To some people, that might sound cliché. But it couldn’t be helped that Dana felt that way. Compared to how she had suffered from a crushing sense of loss the moment I disappeared, I had completely adapted to my new environment in just a month after leaving the lab.
“Haa, ha, mmmph…”
So I kept kissing Dana again and again. I wanted every worry to melt away the moment our bodies touched. Our relationship had already reached a point where it could only move forward or collapse entirely. If I listened to all her feelings and simply walked away, we would never be able to return to the easy friendship we once had.
“Puhah…”
I pulled my lips away. Dana’s eyes were swimming, yet her gaze remained fixed on me. I didn’t release the arm around her waist or the hand supporting her neck. I gave her no room to look away.
—Squeeze.
Our stomachs and chests pressed together. I slipped my leg between hers. Like two trees that had grown intertwined from the same spot, our bodies tangled together.
“Dana.”
With one arm wrapped around the waist of the woman who was one year my senior and my other hand cradling her neck, I spoke seriously. Her purple hair was surprisingly soft despite its messy appearance.
“This kiss is my answer. And it’s yours too.”
“…Mmph.”
Dana awkwardly moved her hands, starting to wrap them around my waist before stopping. She looked at me with eyes full of anxiety and fear. Even that gap from her usual self was now unbearably lovable.
“Is… is it really okay for someone like me?”
“It’s exactly what I wanted. There are romances that start with love at first sight, and there are romances that start because you want to love someone. What’s wrong with that?”
I liked Dana. The time I spent talking with her had been enjoyable. I missed the tavern where we drank and fooled around. We were the kind of people who would wake up on the sofa in the same lab room, fix typos in our theses together, and cover the other person’s shoulders with a blanket when they fell asleep first.
Why should people like us have to feel this tightness in our chests over something that could be solved through conversation?
“We’ll tease each other like always, get teased back, act like idiots and get knocked over, and while we’re messing around, if our eyes meet… we’ll just hold each other and kiss like this.”
“─────.”
“Dana. I liked you up until yesterday, and I’ll keep liking you from tomorrow onward. This is my sincerity, without a single ounce of hypocrisy.”
I stared straight into her eyes as I said it. To a brazier doused with water, there were only two choices: to be extinguished and become nothing but cold ash, or to evaporate the water and burn even more fiercely.
“If our relationship can’t go back to how it was a month ago—then rather than becoming awkward acquaintances, I want us to be a good married couple.”
“…You bastard.”
Tears welled up in Dana’s eyes, still damp from washing her face, and she leaned her head against my shoulder.
“After hearing something like that from the person I like… how could I possibly say no…?”
—That was her answer.
We had exchanged our answers with words. Our hearts had already connected. I held Dana and listened to the frantic beating of her heart. Her messy hair carried a pleasant scent. The sensation of her body pressing against my chest and stomach sent blood rushing down to my lower abdomen. When my cock began to swell and crawl up my thigh, Dana noticed it too.
“…Heh?”
At first, Dana stared down at the long, snake-like bulge threatening to tear through my pants as if she didn’t understand what it was. Only after about five seconds did she realize it was my dick.
“Uh, ah? Huh? Heh?”
—Wait, is all of this… ‘that thing’?
The dazed look in her eyes, filled with that exact meaning, was so adorable that I unconsciously bit down on her neck. The girl who usually covered her neck with a high collar at the university was now exposing her defenseless white throat, which intensely stimulated my lust.
“Uhh…”
Embarrassed by the strange sound she made, Dana quickly covered her mouth with her hand. That was perfect for me. I licked her white skin as if trying to stain it.
“Kyat…?!”
Along with the salty taste that stimulated my cock, the scent of a woman flooded my nostrils. It was an intoxicating flavor. I bit down on her neck with open possessiveness, as if trying to leave a kiss mark.
“Mmph, ngh! Hii…?!”
As Dana tried to pull away, her crotch slid across the top of my cock. My dick, swollen enough to rip my pants apart, felt so constricted I thought I might die. I could feel precum beading at the tip. I barely held back the urge to pin her down and give in to my impulses.
“…Huu, huu, huuu…”
Dana stood almost at full attention, arms stiffly stretched downward. Even an elementary school student getting a physical exam would have less tension in their body than this. I smiled and slipped my hand between her head and the wall like a classic wall-pin. In that half-embrace, I stole her lips again.
“…Mmmph…”
Dana timidly extended her tongue to match my kiss. The way she looked up at me with slightly raised eyes, checking my expression, was insanely cute. I held back my laughter and licked her red tongue. Then I pushed my own tongue into her mouth and we shared a deep kiss.
—Slurp. Chuuuuurp.
Dana licked my tongue with surprising coordination. Because of our height difference, it almost looked like a mother bird embracing her chick and sharing food.
—Grip.
Meanwhile, her hands remained rigidly at her sides as if trying to endure the tension, clutching the hem of her dress. With her eyes closed and head tilted, completely focused on the movement of our tongues, I watched her with both eyes wide open.
—Rub, rub.
My other hand slid down from her shoulder and began kneading her breast. The thick fabric of her clothes and bra made it less soft than I wanted, but the important thing was that I was touching her.
—Roll, roll.
My fingers persistently circled her nipple, which I could feel beneath the double layer of cloth. I wanted to completely erase from her mind any possibility that this would end with just a kiss.
“………. ………!”
Her tongue clumsily batted against mine from all directions. It was an unskilled, inexperienced movement. She wasn’t just closing her eyes—she seemed to have forgotten to breathe entirely, showing signs of hyperventilation. I pulled my lips away before she could collapse from exhaustion.
“Haa… huuaa…”
The mixed saliva from our tongues stretched out in a long, sticky string before gravity finally claimed it. The thread of saliva broke and fell into Dana’s wide-open mouth.
—Gulp.
She probably hadn’t meant to swallow it, but as she breathed through her mouth, Dana unconsciously swallowed our combined saliva. Well, both of us had a 5:5 mixture of each other’s spit filling our mouths anyway. There was no point in rinsing our mouths, so whether we swallowed or not made no difference.
‘It makes no difference, but fuck, it’s hot.’
What was so arousing was the fact that this girl, clutching her skirt hem with a body stiff as a board, was gulping down my saliva without hesitation. It drove me crazy.
—Chu.
I kissed Dana’s cheek and released her from the half-embrace. Then I stepped back slightly and looked her up and down. Her mouth was a mess of saliva, her skin flushed bright red. The tension in her body was obvious to anyone watching.
She might have almost no experience… or perhaps she was still a virgin.
“…Aren’t you going to do more?”
Dana asked while stealing glances at my cock. Even while failing to hide her own nervousness, she was still thinking about me. That side of her was incredibly good for my dick, but at the same time, it left me with a slightly strange feeling.
‘…I’m starting to understand what Franc said to me.’
Watching the person you love change themselves to match you brought both joy and a subtle sense of loss. That must have been why Franc had told me she didn’t want to become my shackles.
“I’m going to take your clothes off.”
I quietly enjoyed the imbalance between the sight visible above her skirt and the texture I felt with my hands as I slowly pulled down her panties. The fabric slid down past her waist, over her hips, and down to her thighs.
—Slide.
Dana’s panties finally came into view beneath her skirt. Her nicely thick thighs pressed together as if proudly displaying the black panties they held. They were black lace panties. The clean black lining was completely soaked with the transparent love juices flowing from Dana’s pussy.
‘…It’s a little less wet than I thought.’
I was about to slip my fingers inside her underwear but changed my mind. I hadn’t washed my hands before coming here. Considering the possibility of introducing bacteria, fingering her right now wasn’t a good idea. It would probably be embarrassing for Dana to have her first experience without even being properly cleaned.
“Does the research building have a bathroom?”
With that thought, I braced my knee and stood up, wrapping both arms around Dana’s waist. Then I whispered softly into her ear.
“Lead the way. Let’s wash together.”
“The… tiles are installed, but the water pipes aren’t connected yet.”
“Doesn’t matter. I can just make water with magic.”
At night, taking the lead with a woman was also part of being a proper playboy. Following that principle, I gave Dana’s flushed cheek a sweet kiss. According to the physical deep learning of the once-nerdy Kang Bukho, women preferred this kind of skinship more than direct stimulation of their erogenous zones. I didn’t know about people from this world, but for a virgin like Dana, it would probably be more effective than clumsily groping her breasts and making her tense up.
“Then… let’s use the bathroom in my room.”
21st-century knowledge scored another victory today. Dana buried her face in my chest and gave permission for us to bathe together.
—Squeeze.
Dana grabbed my fingers and led me to the bathroom, but she kept her head bowed so low she couldn’t look up. Heh heh. Look at how fucking cute my Dana is.
Even though the room was cold from the night air, Dana’s hand was drenched in sweat, clearly conveying the tension she was feeling.
—Creak.
Dana’s private bathroom was neatly finished. It looked like it could be used immediately if only water were available. The floor was tiled, and there was a faucet. A small basket held water that had probably been prepared for use until the pipes were connected.
I hugged Dana from behind, wrapping my arms around her stomach, and asked.
“Do you want to undress yourself? Or should I take them off for you?”
“Mmph. Y-you take yours off first?”
With her head still lowered, Dana slipped out of my arms and spoke in a voice that sounded like she was trying to crawl into a hole. I could tell without even needing to sense mana that her shoulders were incredibly tense.
“Me first? Sure.”
—Whoosh.
I took off my top to counterattack the bluffing Dana. When my macho body, trained through exercise and real combat, was revealed, our Dana swallowed hard.
“…Hmph. Bastard, you’ve got a nice body at least.”
“You can touch it. I groped your breasts earlier, didn’t I?”
I gently took Dana’s hand and placed it on my chest. She could feel my heart pounding violently through her palm.
“Can you feel my heart racing? It’s because I’m doing this with you, Dana.”
“…Gulp.”
Her fingers tracing the firm muscles of my chest tickled. Dana touched my chest as if in a trance. I lifted my hand and tidied up her messy bird’s-nest hair. With her eyes closed, Dana wore a pleased expression. I was using the touch I had trained with Franc on Dana now.
I really am such a fucking Casanova bastard. No, not Casanova. I’m a playboy. After correcting that important distinction, I pulled Dana into my arms, moved the hand that had been stroking her head to her back, and began unbuttoning the dress.
—Pop. Pop.
Even as her clothes were being removed, Dana remained as docile as a kitten. Her breath against my chest tickled.
—Slide.
—Thud.
I unhooked her bra and pulled the dress down from her shoulders. Dana stared blankly at the dress that had fallen to her feet as if it were some mysterious object. This was probably the first time in her life that someone else had taken her clothes off.
“…Huuu.”
When the cold air touched her heated skin, Dana shyly tried to cover her body. In the small bathroom, Dana’s naked form was finally revealed.