54. Awkward Yet Intense...
54. Awkward Yet Intense...
Losing consciousness after being charmed by the vampire—that had only lasted a moment.
After that, even before reaching the hotel, I could have shaken off the charm if I'd tried. But I didn't resist. For now, I decided to see where this would lead.
If—just if—she actually accepted my proposal.
Even if she was only swept up in the moment, I couldn't help it. That selfish little hope had taken root inside me.
"Airi, are you really...?"
"Nothing."
Was I truly allowed to accept this moment—one that had come about so suddenly?
When I tried to ask, still unsure, she placed a hand gently over my mouth and whispered.
"Don't... don't make me say anything."
"...Airi?"
"If I talk, it's just too embarrassing...."
Airi averted her gaze in silence.
While I was still wrestling with how to take that, my hand had already found its way to her chest.
A fullness that hadn't been obvious when I'd held her close—now I could feel it through the thin fabric of her clothes.
"Ah, ahh...."
With every movement, my fingers sank into the softness.
Drunk on the sensation, I traced the contours—and felt the nub at the center slip between my fingers.
"Nn, ngh."
Was it really okay to touch?
What if I added just a little more pressure?
"Aaah, ngh...."
Even the gentlest touch made her body flinch and tremble.
Then she gradually stiffened, the evidence visible even through the fabric—and as her moans grew rougher, I felt a dewy sheen rise to her skin.
Had the heat building inside her body drawn out enough sweat to soak through?
The cloth grew damp, revealing the color of the flesh beneath—and the tantalizing frustration building inside me made my hands move on their own.
I slid the precarious strap down past her shoulder, and the fabric pulled along with it slipped lower, little by little.
"...Ngh."
When her bare breast was finally revealed, a soft gasp escaped her lips. But even then, my gaze didn't waver—it stayed locked on her chest.
The valley between two swelling peaks parted with every tilt of her body, then rippled with breathtaking resilience the moment she straightened. I burned the sight into my memory.
Would it be rude to call her beautiful right now?
"Haa, haa...."
When that breast settled into my palm, her breathing grew dangerously unsteady—but even so, she made no move to stop me.
Only when the shaky gasps slipping from her lips gradually gave way to something sweeter.
"Aaah, ah~ ♥"
Drawn in by the unguarded way she accepted my touch, I moved—my lips, which had been tracing her body, now poised to travel up to her neck.
"Airi."
The moment our eyes met, reason slowly began to resurface.
Holding onto that clarity, I asked her carefully.
"May I... kiss you?"
"......."
Perhaps the most important question of all in an act like this.
At my request, she shyly closed her eyes and quietly let the tension drain from her body.
Yes—that was permission.
Because from the moment she'd let a man into her bed, she'd already surrendered to the flow.
"...Mmph, mm."
Our lips pressed together in silence—and the sensation of them slowly engraved itself into my mind.
Softer even than the flesh I'd held in my hands. Wetter than the beads of sweat I'd felt while tasting her skin.
The lingering scent of the juice I'd drunk earlier mingled with the alcohol on my breath—and my mind, already hazy from drink, felt like it was sinking into something even more intoxicating.
"Haa, ah...."
When our lips finally parted, a moan slipped through—and I found myself facing the inner thoughts I'd been avoiding all along.
Because I knew: just as I was feeling her—she was feeling me too.
And so, before this first moment had arrived, I'd gotten anxious—afraid that the alcohol I'd drunk to steady my nerves might end up ruining everything.
"How was the kiss...? Mmph!"
The moment my cautious question was silenced by the feeling of lips sealing mine shut—
She didn't stop there. She pushed her tongue between my lips and began to explore inside, stirring through everything.
A French kiss. Tongues intertwined.
Something I'd only ever seen in risqué movies—and now she was the one leading it.
"Ha-mmph, mm."
It wasn't skillful by any means, and yet—she pressed forward as if to overwhelm me.
It was bewildering.
She'd told me this was her first time. So where had she learned something like this? Or had the alcohol on my breath gotten her drunk enough to do it without even realizing?
"Haa, haa...♡"
But as if none of that mattered—the instant she pulled her lips away, she began to press her body against mine.
Her lips descended from my mouth to my cheek, brushing downward as if stroking me—until they reached my neck, where a tender warmth bloomed.
Amid that boldness, her full breasts pressed against my chest—and my hands, responding to the sensation, naturally wrapped around her back.
"Haa, ngh, haa...."
Light caresses followed as ragged moans swirled around my ear.
The hand that had been stroking down her back slipped lower before I knew it—and soon my fingers were kneading the curve of her rear, then gradually creeping into the cleft between.
Past the dampness of sweat-slicked skin—and into a sticky slickness that was steadily making its presence known.
"You're wet...."
"N-no, I'm not...!"
Only then did Airi's lips finally part.
At the same time, she clung to me fiercely—and for the first time since this began, she let her fluster show without restraint.
"No, that's not—this is just a physiological response, it's not like I'm, I'm especially...."
"Huh? Especially?"
"N-no, nothing... Ah, ahh!"
Whatever the case, we'd come too far to stop now.
I slid my fingers into that cleft and stirred—and even her flustered protests melted into moans as her back began to arch.
"Ah, ahh. S-stop, if you keep moving...!"
-Squelch, slip.
"Aah, ah...♥"
Two fingers, gradually exploring deeper, glided past the rippled walls inside her—pressing further, inch by inch.
At the very end, I felt something blocking the way—a barrier of flesh connecting one folded wall to the other.
It didn't take long to realize what that meant.
"...Airi."
Yeah. That was my limit.
I finally rose to my feet and removed my lower garments—and her tired eyes slowly drifted toward the space now exposed.
The moment she saw the shaft standing tall, her lips parted on their own.
She'd been covering herself with her hands—but as if pulled by instinct alone, she began to reach toward it instead.
"Did I... did I make it like that?"
"Yeah. You were... way too sexy, Airi."
"S-sexy...!"
Airi swallowed hard, flustered.
And yet, her eyes followed every twitch of it—then she gulped and looked up at me.
"It really... got like this because of me...?"
An innocent reaction. She had no idea.
She might have had the knowledge, but it was only theory from books—so the wonder in her voice had to be genuine.
And so were the words that followed.
"So this is what's going to... go inside me? Right now?"
-Gulp.
I forced the saliva down my unconsciously tightening throat.
But no words came—so in the end, I simply continued what I'd already set out to do.
I quietly wrapped my arms around her.
And carefully laid her body down onto the bed.
"Ah... U-um...!"
"I'm putting it in."
This was my limit. No man could possibly endure any longer with someone this beautiful in front of him.
To set that desire free, I brought my member to her cleft—and her eyes flew wide open.
I watched as the mound gradually parted, becoming an opening that readied itself to take me in.
"W-wait, just a moment, I—I really think we should wait a little more...!"
At the very last moment—a reflexive resistance born from the fear of crossing that final line.
-Squelch.
But it was already too late to hold back.
The head was already spreading her cleft, poised to delve inside.
"Ah—ngh!"
Her lips clamped shut the moment the tip entered.
But even that parted again moments later—and her eyes widened to twice their size.
What I felt radiating from those trembling eyes had to be fear. Yes—she'd realized it too. That in this moment, it was already too late.
-Squelch,
But I didn't rush.
Slowly—deliberately.
Not piercing, but sinking in. So that we could both savor this first moment.
-Squeeeelch... lch.
Suppressing the urge to snap my hips forward, I pressed on—tearing through the flesh that blocked the way, one fold at a time—until I finally reached the other side.