Klea's Secret 3
A short while before Sema and Lizbet spent their beastly night together, Klea visited Baul's room in the church and knocked on the door.
"Klea? At this hour... You shouldn't be wandering around. It's dangerous."
"I'm sorry, Baul. I... have something to say..."
Klea could sense the worry for her in Baul's Esser, but right now, she couldn't give in to those feelings. Her heart was too restless, driven by an impatient urge to confirm her lover Baul's love as quickly as possible—it was unbearable.
Baul's room was a bit larger than the others since it belonged to a bishop. He offered Klea a chair, then pulled out some slightly upscale tea and prepared it. He set a teacup in front of her, sat across from her, quietly poured the tea, and looked at her as he asked,
"What's going on? Even though we're inside the church, wandering around alone in the dead of night like this..."
"...Baul... We're... engaged lovers... right?"
"Huh? Y-yeah, we are?"
Baul felt puzzled. Why was Klea suddenly bringing up their engagement, which they were still keeping secret from everyone else?
"Baul... As you know, I can't see."
"...That doesn't matter, Klea. I..."
"That's not it... I'm worried if I can... properly have relations... as a man and woman... with you..."
Relations... as man and woman? Baul couldn't quite grasp what Klea meant. Blushing, she continued,
"Since I can't see... I don't know much about men's bodies... and I'm anxious about whether I can get used to it... So, what I'm saying is..."
Klea took a deep breath, her face flushing as she made her shy proposal to Baul.
"I... want to experience... your thing..."
At those words, the tea Baul had been sipping spilled from his mouth, unswallowed.
"K-Klea!? That's...!"
"I-I know what it sounds like! And! I'm not saying we should actually have sex...!"
To the flustered Baul wiping tea from his chin, Klea spoke in a voice mixed with her own embarrassment, as if making excuses.
"If I... experience it with my mouth or breasts... then when we get married later... even if I can't see, I won't panic..."
Klea bowed her head deeply, gazing up at Baul with her unfocused blue eyes, seeking permission.
"Is that... not okay?"
"...K-Klea... For me, it's something I've been hoping for... but it's a bit bewildering..."
"I-It's fine! I'll make you feel good, Baul!"
With those words, Klea moved closer to Baul, sat beside him, and looked up at him. Her pitiful expression, as if begging for permission, overflowed with a strange allure that no man could refuse—her face brimming with compassion.
The moment she sensed a helpless emotion in Baul's Esser from that look, Klea reached out as if she'd already received approval, fumbling toward his pants.
"K-Klea. Wait. I'll take them off myself...!"
Flustered, Baul pulled down his casual pants, then slowly moved his hand to his underwear. It was a sudden request, but deep down, Baul was a male who yearned for progress in his relationship with Klea. He'd always been extra careful around her because of her blindness, but if she was giving permission, that changed everything.
Wrapped in anticipation, Baul pulled out his already fully erect cock and presented it before Klea.
But the moment her beloved fiancé Baul's cock approached her face...
...Huh?
Klea couldn't help but be engulfed in bewilderment.
Something... smells, but... this is...
Unable to see, Klea had a slightly more developed sense of smell than others. Her nose picked up a scent similar to Baul's usual body odor, yet somehow different. It didn't take long to realize it was coming from Baul's cock.
But that smell... it was utterly different from the beastly scent she'd encountered earlier that day, and from the manly aroma she'd imagined from her beloved.
Why... this faint, weak smell... No way... is this... Baul's...?
What was this scent? It wasn't just the absence of the beast's stimulating odor—Baul's male scent was so faint. Compared to the overpowering smell from Sema, it was like a single drop diluted in a vast lake. So bland. Klea's nose registered Baul's scent as almost odorless, to the point of illusion.
"K-Klea? I've taken it out..."
"Ah, y-yes...!"
Baul's voice, now laced with anticipation, snapped Klea out of her dismay. She shook her head briefly, then reached out fumbling for his cock.
R-Right. What does the smell matter? Sema's was just too strong... This is better...
Refusing to identify the emotion stirred by Baul's scent, Klea shook her head to shake it off and slowly groped for his cock.
Yeah. Ignore the smell... This is my beloved man's... impressive tool...
—Squish
...What...?
But the moment her hand touched something soft, the emotion she'd tried to ignore began slithering back up from within.
"Klea. Th-that's... mine..."
"...Your... cock?"
"C-Cock!? Say penis, Klea."
This? This tiny thing... Baul's penis? Shorter than her hand, thin enough to wrap in one palm. The lukewarm body heat on her palm. Everything was so utterly different from the real male she'd imagined.
How... come? A real male's should be... viciously huge and hard... scorching hot like it could burn... with a dizzying, ecstatic manly scent...
As the ferocious image of Sema's horse cock from earlier flashed in her mind, Klea finally grasped the emotion rising in her body.
The feeling from Baul's penis was... immense disappointment.
......Guess I have to use my breasts...?
Despairing at her own disappointment in Baul's cock, Klea undid the buttons of her casual clothes—just as she'd done for Sema that day, per her promise to Lizbet—exposing her breasts.
She heard Baul swallow hard. At the same time, Klea bared her braless breasts and lifted them toward his crotch.
...It'll... completely bury in my breasts...
As Klea squeezed her own breasts and pressed them against Baul's lower body, his penis slipped right into her cleavage and vanished, completely buried.
Thus entombed in Klea's monstrous tits, unable to show itself, Baul's cock began to suffocate under the pressure of her breasts—without Klea even realizing.
...Sema's horse cock... pushed through my breasts like they were nothing and stood tall...
What was this difference? What on earth? This disappointment. The gap between the two males was so vast that Klea's body and mind, heated before meeting Baul, now cooled like ice.
"K-Klea...! Now...!"
"Huh? Oh? Ah...!"
As Klea tried to reignite her cooled mind by stirring her emotions, she felt something lukewarm spurt from between her breasts where Baul's cock was buried.
H-Huh...? No way... he came...?
Why so soon...? She'd been distracted by her fading excitement and hadn't even really started...? Just from putting it between her breasts and moving her hands a bit...?
She'd sensed Baul's emotions heating up a little. Was that lukewarm surge his climax? Pooling inside her breasts, too scant to even squirt out... And this tepid temperature... Above all, this bland, flavorless smell hitting her nose.
......
The disappointment from it all snuffed out even the last embers in her mind, leaving it utterly cold.
"...Baul. Do you have tissues?"
"Ah, yeah. Here, Klea."
Klea wiped her cleavage with the tissues Baul handed her, then quietly asked where the trash was and discarded them. She dressed again and spoke to Baul in a voice chilled cold.
"...Thank you, Baul."
"No... I should be thanking..."
"...I'll be going now..."
"Ah, Klea! Let me walk you..."
"No. It's fine. It's just next door."
Rejecting Baul's kindness as he followed her to the door, Klea quietly closed it behind her and stepped out, clutching her clothes.
Why... why...!
Cursing her cooled emotions, Klea bit her lip and returned to her room.