Scarlet's Claim
"...What?"
The reply to my sincere promise was nothing more than those two blunt syllables. It stung, but before the disappointment could settle, she grabbed my head and pulled me straight into the valley between her breasts.
"Kuh...?"
She held me there, and only afterward did she offer a reward of sorts.
"You... really shouldn't spring something like that on me so suddenly..."
"..."
"I don't even know what kind of face I'm supposed to make..."
She clearly didn't want me seeing her expression. Not that it mattered—being buried in her chest was already more than enough of a reward.
"Whatever. Just... hurry up and lick already. You like it, don't you?"
"Well, yeah. *Sluuurp*..."
One hand cupped her other breast, full and heavy, while I brought my mouth to the already stiffening peak and began to taste her properly.
"Hnn... I thought you'd just grab hard..."
"Of course not. This much doesn't hurt, right?"
"Mmm, yeah... it's fine... ahh..."
Her youthful, resilient skin tried its best to hold the shape, but the sheer size and weight made perfect balance impossible. The result was an indecent, overflowing curve—completely unsuited for combat. I knew it was rude, but ever since the first time I'd seen them, I'd wanted to squeeze them with all my strength, to feel the soft flesh spill between my fingers and the springy resistance against my palms.
"Ahh... there, hnng..."
Knowing how sensitive her breasts were—not just to pleasure but to pain as well—I couldn't bring myself to roughly knead them. Thanks to our mental connection, I could read her reactions in real time and find that perfect middle ground. That was probably why the women I'd been with often ended up initiating things themselves; I always tried to satisfy them right at the edge of what felt best.
"Ah... hnn, there... don't tease me..."
"*Suck*... *slurp*, *lap*... *lick*..."
I flicked the erect nipple with the tip of my tongue, then covered the areola with broad strokes before sealing my lips around it and sucking hard. I was enjoying myself just as much as she was.
"Your kissing is clumsy, but... hnn, why are you so good at this...?"
I couldn't exactly say it was thanks to Harpy—how I'd had my mouth on her chest almost every single day.
"Hnn... ah... haa..."
She reacted even more sweetly when I sucked the soft flesh around her areola rather than just tormenting the nipple. Encouraged, I began leaving proper kiss marks across the pale skin, gradually claiming more territory. Once I started gently biting as well, I finally allowed myself to squeeze the other breast with more greed.
"Hnn...! Ahh..."
After slowly guiding her to get used to the stimulation, I finally got to feel the full, overflowing weight in my hand. The sensation was worth every second of restraint.
"You... how many am I?"
"..."
Ah. I'd been too lost in the moment. If I wasn't going to lie, the best move was to pretend I hadn't heard.
*Squeeze*!
"Ow ow ow..."
"...You heard me. Stop pretending you didn't."
She pinched my cheeks and pulled my face away from her chest, then stared at the glossy trail of saliva and the vivid line of kiss marks and bite marks now decorating her skin. Still pinching, she twisted.
"Uwaaah...!"
"...You're suspiciously good at this."
"Ahh, come on... don't say it like that..."
"...That's exactly why I'm saying it."
She'd been provoking me about jealousy just moments ago, but at least she let go of my cheeks. They still stung.
"Mmm..."
"If you lie, I'm stopping."
"..."
Stopping? Did she have no sympathy for the poor thing currently throbbing in agony between my legs? Of course, I could just tell the truth... but could I? And would it really cause no problems afterward?
"Well..."
The longer I dragged it out, the worse her expression became. I gave up.
"...Fifth, I guess."
"Five? So there are four before me?"
"..."
"Hmph... four, huh. Well, that's not so many memories that I can't overwrite them all myself."
Her reaction was surprisingly mild, but the way she said "before me" and "overwrite" made it sound like she was talking about exes.
"I think there's a misunderstanding... I'm still seeing all four of them."
"..."
'What did he just say...? All four? At the same time...? Is the dating culture here completely different? I didn't notice anything strange when I went out with the branch either...'
Dating culture. Surprisingly, Scarlet had the most normal, wholesome view of relationships out of all the women I'd met so far. The fact that someone who felt like she came from an entirely different world had such an ordinary perspective on love was almost funny.
Thinking about it, her reaction was the normal one. Maybe I'd been influenced by the President and the Team Leader without realizing it, because for a second her perfectly reasonable response had felt strange to me.
"What the hell... that's unfair."
'I only have you now... but you don't feel the same about me...'
"No, Scarlet, that's not—"
"Once I decide on something, I never give it up."
"...Scarlet?"
She looked down at her own chest, where my marks were already thoroughly stamped, and gently traced them with her fingertips as if they were precious.
"These marks from today... I won't let them disappear. So you have to stay by my side from now on."
"...Huh?"
This feeling... I'd heard something similar before...
*Thump*!
Before I could react, she flipped us over in one smooth motion. Now straddling me, she slowly slid downward and spoke.
"This time... I'll do it for you too."
"...Huh?"
I barely stopped myself from thanking her.
"I've seen it, but I've never actually touched one before... so I might be a little clumsy."
"It's fine. No problem at all."
Even if there were problems, I'd probably be okay with them.
"...If it hurts, tell me."
So this was how it was going to go. I lay there blankly staring at the ceiling of the inn room when—
"O-Ohhk...?"
I had to desperately pin my own hips down as they tried to buck on their own, gripping the sheets tight.
"Hup..."
"*Sluuurp*. You make the funniest noises. Feels that good?"
I tried to cover my mouth too late—she'd already heard my dazed moan and regained her confidence. Her voice was relaxed again as she sucked deeply once more, then placed a finger on the glistening slit and began rubbing it gently.
"It... feels good..."
Everything had felt different from the moment we started kissing. At first she'd licked experimentally along the shaft, watching my reactions, but soon she took me deep between her plump, wet lips just like when we kissed, rolling her tongue actively inside the hot, slick heat of her mouth.
...Different. The only sign of inexperience had been those first few light licks while she adjusted to the foreign sensation. After that—
"*Slurp*... *suck*, then... hah... I want to see you come at least once..."
"Ah, no need to rush—!"
"Shut up. *Haa*... *mmph*..."
*Sluuuurp*! *Schlup*... *suck*, *slurp*. *Lick*... *haa*...
"Ughhh..."
It felt like my lower half was being sucked away somewhere. She wasn't even sucking that hard or forcing it deep into her throat, yet...
"Mmm *slurp*... *lick*, *suck*..."
Every time she moved her head, her soft breasts pressed heavily against my thighs. The tip of her tongue swirled around the glans like a kiss, while the broad, slick underside cradled and rubbed me. Even the slightly firmer texture of her stigma on her tongue added an extra layer of stimulation, relentlessly targeting the most sensitive spots.
"Ugh... hnnk..."
After going so long without release, I felt myself nearing the edge far too quickly. Still, I desperately tried to hold back, clenching my thighs and forcing my hips down.
"Ugh..."
I wanted to savor this dizzying, melting pleasure a little longer. But—
"*Sluuurp*... *phuu*... Stop holding it in and just come already."
"...I can't just—"
"This position is uncomfortable, and every time you lift your hips you jab my throat. It's annoying."
"..."
She glared at me, annoyed, and tucked her fallen hair behind her ear while complaining. But the sight of that red mouth still connected to my length by a glistening thread of saliva was too much. I couldn't stop my hands.
"Hup?!"
"Ugh...!"
I grabbed her head and forced myself back between those seductive lips, then let go of the burning release I'd been holding back. Thick, hot seed erupted from the base.
*Spurt* *spurt* *spurt* *spuuurt*...!!
*Gush* *spurt*...! *Spurt*...!
*Gulp* *gulp* *gulp*...!
The long-awaited climax was so intense it left my head blank and sent shivers down my spine.
*Spurt*, *spuuurt*, *spurt*... *drip*...!
*Gulp*...! *Gulp*...
"Ugh... haa..."
*Twitch*... *twitch* *twitch*...
Her head jerked a few times as she tried to pull away, but as the orgasm continued, her resistance weakened. When I finally finished, a thick white trail leaked from between her lips still wrapped around me, slowly running down the shaft.
*Twitch*.
"..."
"..."
Only when I saw the furious look in her eyes did I realize what I'd just done.
*Slurp*... *pop*.
Once I released her head, she could finally lift up and spit me out. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, expelling the mess I'd left inside.
*Drip*... *plop*... *drip drip*... *plop*.
"Blehh... *cough*, you... what the hell was that?"
Even after spitting so much out, plenty still clung stickily to her tongue—enough to cover the sacred stigma etched there with a profane white layer. I'd felt her swallow several times midway through, yet there was still this much left. Must've been because it had been so long.
"...Smells gross. Tastes weird too. Sticky or slimy or whatever... it sticks to my mouth and throat... anyway, I hate it."
"..."
She was probably just venting, but the way she was calmly describing the taste and texture of the semen I'd shot into her mouth was enough to make me hard again despite her increasingly scary glare.
"...*ptoo*. Why are you getting hard again?"
"Ugh."
She grabbed my erection tightly and spat once more to the side before scolding me. The only thing I could say right now was—
"...It really felt amazing."
"..."
'This shameless bastard... Still, if I slowly make him unable to live without me...'
"Well... if it felt good, that's fine, I guess."
"..."
Her glare softened, and the hand gripping me loosened its painful hold. Apparently I'd said the right thing. She glanced at me, then at my still-erect length.
"...Want me to suck it again?"
"...!"
She could have said "lick" or "use my mouth," but hearing her ask so directly made my erection twitch in her hand before I could even answer. She shot it a disgusted look, then looked back up at me—her confidence fully restored.
"Then... just a moment."
She lowered her head to take me in again, but just as the tip neared her lips, she suddenly stopped and met my eyes. Then she made a biting motion with her teeth—*chomp*—and gave me a chilling warning.
"...If you come in my mouth again, I'll bite it off. Got it?"