Scarlet's Morning
"...Ah."
Having spent several days already at this hot spring resort, the scent of freshly cooked rice makes me realize it's morning, and my eyes open on their own.
"Mmm..."
The one curled up in my arms, fast asleep, is the beautiful woman with crimson hair. Seeing her lying there completely naked, just as she had been during our passionate night together, with only the blanket properly draped over us, something feels off.
Did we even make it back to the room last night?
I had gritted my teeth and given her everything I had, refusing to show her a pathetic side while she kept begging for more without ever seeming satisfied. "Uuungh..."
Even now, as she shifts in her sleep and presses her breasts against my chest, rubbing against me, my body doesn't react right away—I've pounded her so thoroughly that it's completely spent.
Once we both decided it was fine to stay here, we never left the bath. We kept moving our hips like starving beasts, the crude sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing endlessly. Whenever our eyes met, we kissed as if by agreement. Our hands never stopped roaming each other's bodies. Even while I came inside her, I kept thrusting, pausing only briefly to savor the way her inner walls clenched and pulsed around me before getting hard again and resuming.
The first time my manhood slipped out was probably when my strength finally gave out after that mind-melting climax, and I collapsed backward in the tub. From that angle, I could see her still-open entrance twitching, thick white fluid—my semen mixed with her own arousal—slowly leaking out. Every time her folds contracted, more of it would spurt out and splash onto the water's surface. It was... intense.
She trembled violently as she expelled the rest of my seed, then her legs gave out and she collapsed beside me. We must have fallen asleep right there, leaning against each other in that pleasant haze of exhaustion.
"..."
I have no memory of carrying her to the room, nor of her carrying me. Come to think of it, there should have been burn marks on the tatami floor from when I carelessly sent her flying yesterday, but everything looks brand new. The room itself doesn't seem to have changed, yet if someone had cleaned it, there should at least be a faint smell of smoke. Instead, it just smells fresh.
"...You're awake?"
"...Yeah."
When I feel her gaze and look down, I meet her pretty crimson eyes staring up at me from within my embrace. From the way she's glancing around, she also seems unaware of when we were moved to the room.
"Mmm... We really went at it like animals yesterday, didn't we?"
"From the outside, it probably didn't look much different."
Yesterday, we had both abandoned any sense of shame, panting and moaning freely as we surrendered completely to desire. Now, facing this calm morning feels strangely unfamiliar and awkward.
"It was just because it had been a while... I'm not usually that lewd, you know."
"I like lewd women too."
She had tried to make a cute excuse, but at my reassuring reply, she glances at me sideways.
"Really...?"
I had meant to tell her there was no need to hold back out of consideration, but... did I mess up? Her eyes are already starting to heat up again. After everything we did yesterday, is she still not fully satisfied? Even so, feeling the smooth texture of her skin—still carrying the scent of the hot spring—against my entire body makes my lower half, though sore, begin to stir once more.
What finally ignites me is a single compliment from her.
"Yesterday... how do I put it? It really felt amazing."
"..."
Hearing that it felt really good last night is the most gratifying praise a man can receive. Being able to properly satisfy a woman does wonders for a male's self-esteem.
"I'm not just saying that... At one point, I really felt like my mind had flown away. Like I'd become someone else entirely."
Now that she mentions it, there was a moment when her voice suddenly cut off. It was probably when I had her in a prone position, holding both her wrists behind her back, lifting her upper body, and slamming into her relentlessly.
"...Wasn't that a little dangerous?"
"Who knows? It felt good anyway. I thought I was too greedy to ever be satisfied, but apparently not."
Her words—that last night had definitely satisfied her—put me at ease. So her ignition point is simply low. Honestly, I have no room to talk. Even though I thought I couldn't go again just moments ago, the memory of her large, well-cooked hips in the bath devouring me makes me harden once more, albeit a little slower than before.
"Hey... what's poking my side right now?"
She asks while clearly knowing the answer, unable to hide her pleased expression. I decide to play along shamelessly.
"It's what Scarlet likes most."
"..."
For a moment she looks embarrassed, as if at a loss for words, but ultimately can't argue. Instead, she reaches down and begins gently stroking my manhood.
"Now that I think about it... you changed the way you spoke midway through yesterday, didn't you?"
"Ah, did that bother you?"
Looking back, I must have mixed in some informal speech and spoken more forcefully while caught up in the heat. Even though it felt different from the cold tone I used when wearing the priest's robe, if it stirred up those memories, I feel a bit sorry.
"Hm? No... I actually liked it quite a bit."
"...?"
"So... you can speak however feels more comfortable for you. It's fine."
The way she's phrasing this...
"You mean you want me to use informal speech during sex?"
"W-who said that?! What kind of woman says something like that out loud?"
"..."
Well, as far as I know, there is at least one such woman. Scarlet... surely she isn't like Yerin.
"More importantly, look here. It's lighter than yesterday."
"Well, of course it would be..."
She quickly changes the subject and starts poking at the kiss marks near her collarbone with her fingertip, her voice carrying a hint of expectation.
"Of course it would be what? I want you to make them vivid again."
"It's not difficult, but... you really are obsessed with kiss marks."
She looks momentarily flustered, but soon speaks up with some difficulty.
"...Well, it's proof of the affection I've received. Having them makes me feel reassured..."
Just like during foreplay, the reason she keeps asking for kiss marks on her neck and chest is apparently this. "From now on... every day, even if nothing else, I want the kiss marks on my body to never disappear... Would that be too much?"
Her voice grows small and timid as she shows this vulnerable side, yet the hand beneath the blanket continues to carefully stroke my manhood without pause. The contrast is striking.
"I already told you. It's not difficult."
Of course, this assumes her future treatment is reviewed positively... but that's not what she wants to hear right now. At my reply, which is as good as acceptance, she stops stroking and begins gently kneading instead, unable to hide her inner joy—though she quickly grows embarrassed and grabs me firmly.
"S-so, are you going to do it or not?"
Now she's acting as if she has no shame left at all. Hmm... my manhood is already rock hard thanks to her touch, but this is still the room. We don't even know who moved us here and cleaned up after us. If we start making noise again first thing in the morning, whoever it was might notice.
"Well, this is still the room... and breakfast should be ready soon."
"...So?"
"...Should we do it anyway?"
The moment her gaze sharpens, I quickly change my answer. It's not like I don't want to continue with her either. If anything, right now I want to keep going even if I have to beg. Even though I'm worried about being seen, the excuse gives me the perfect reason to indulge.
"Right?"
Seeming pleased with my answer, she smiles and softens her sharp gaze, then wriggles her way under the blanket. She begins demonstrating her specialty—one that never fails to please my manhood.
"Haup... Uum, chuuup... Chup..."
"Hng... Ugh...?"
A wave of electric pleasure shoots through me, making my body tremble. A beat late, I lift the blanket, only to see her already settled in place, sucking on me with obvious delight.
"Chuuup... Chok. If you come once... hngh... you'll do it for me, right? Hauup..."
I know what she's asking for—another round of kiss marks on her body. Just like during yesterday's foreplay... one fellatio session in exchange for one set of kiss marks? It feels like I'm getting the better end of the deal, but still—
"Ugh... Uuungh..."
Her tongue work is... no joke. She wraps me in thick saliva, swirling wetly around me. "Chuururup... Chuuup..."
I've never experienced a fellatio this skilled, one that feels like she's giving the glans a deep kiss. This sticky, persistent stimulation is something I can't get used to no matter how many times it happens.
"...Ugh... Wait... Hng, ugh...!"
"Puhah... Hey, are you coming in my mouth again...? Uuup...?!"
By the time we finally got around to eating our now-cold breakfast, it was already close to lunchtime. We had enjoyed a long, steamy soak in the hot spring first.
...And even then, the clear bite marks left on my manhood showed no signs of fading.