Overwhelmed by the Virgin Elf's Temptation
"My body... no one's ever used it yet..."
"Wanna?"
Her scorching tongue tip licked up my nape.
"I could let you, if you want."
Lena pressed her drenched body right up against mine. The springy bounce of her massive breasts.
"What're you gonna do to me?"
Sweet breath. Her wine-red eyes locked onto mine, ensnaring my gaze.
"I'll do whatever you say. So, tell me?"
Gulp. I swallowed dryly. The heat at my fingertips. The slick texture of her mucous membrane. It felt like it was stroking my brain directly.
"..."
"Huh? Come on, tell me exactly what you wanna do?"
Lena nibbled my earlobe. Sticky sounds battered my eardrum.
"How exactly do you wanna do my body? Huh?"
Permission. No, more like guided interrogation. A nod, and I could have this woman any way I wanted.
But.
"..."
My mouth just wouldn't open. Overwhelming eroticism I'd never experienced. An unrealistically beautiful body. My brain flatlined.
"W-Well... um..."
My jaw trembled. My pupils quaked.
"I-I'm... not quite mentally prepared yet..."
"Huh?"
"It's all so sudden. And you're the one who hired me, so crossing that line would be against professional ethics... so..."
I mumbled, staring at the floor. My hands shook, unable to push her away or pull her in. Pathetic as hell.
Silence. Only the splashing water echoed.
"Jeez."
A short sigh.
"How much of a hopeless prude are you?"
The heat faded from Lena's face. Instead, a pouty sulk took over. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. She smacked the back of my hand.
"When a moment like this hits, you just pounce—ethics be damned! You idiot Seojun!"
"But still..."
"Forget it! Mood's totally ruined!"
Lena whipped her head away. Silver strands splashed droplets.
Relief and regret crashed over me at once.
"Fine then."
She whipped back around. No sign of spreading those clamped legs, though. Instead, she gripped my wrist tighter, shoving my hand flush against her core.
"Finish washing me."
"Pardon?"
"But do it thoroughly."
Lena slyly curled the corner of her eye. "Hurry up! That's an order from your employer! Or I'll dock your pay!"
Blackmail mixed with spoiled whining. Adorably domineering harassment. No way to win against that.
I was the 'subordinate,' after all.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Bit my lip hard. Raised my index finger.
The crevice of her mucosa. I slid in carefully.
Squelch. My fingertip parted the narrow, scorching inner walls.
"Kyaaah—!"
Her lewd cry burst out. Her legs clamped around my waist. My lower body yanked forward.
"L-Lena, wait...!"
Panicking, I tried to pull my finger out. But.
Snap. The hot walls bit down, refusing to let go.
That instant, a strange texture at my fingertip. A thin, tough membrane.
"...Huh?"
A dumb noise leaked out.
Lena buried her face in my shoulder.
"Feel it...?"
Her wet voice. Panting breaths.
"My body... no one's ever used it before..."
Virgin.
"You're the first to confirm it, Seojun."
I'm losing it. Seriously losing my mind.
My head went white-hot. My heart hammered like it would shatter my ribs. Ragged breaths. The hot spring's steam. The stunning body before me. The sweet herbal scent pricking my nose, laced with faint milky sweetness. Even the inner walls devouring my finger.
Sensory overload.
"Seojun..."
Lena lifted her head from my shoulder. Half-lidded, hazy eyes. Plump lips glistening with moisture. Her wet hands slinked down her thighs. Teased over her panties. Then slipped inside.
"Should I wash you too, my Seojun?"
Her whisper burrowed into my ear.
"Where should I start? Hmm?"
My reaction?
"Ah."
A dazed sigh.
Midnight kidnapping. Constant manhandling. Extreme tension. Suffocating heat. And arousal.
My vision whited out.
"Seojun...?"
Lena's voice faded into the distance.
Thud!
I passed out. Face-planting into the frothy mix of bubbles and her juices on the floor.
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"Ngh... ugh..."
I opened my eyes. Vision blurry. My back felt unusually cushy. Unfamiliar ceiling. Who'd have thought I'd pull this line twice in my life?
More importantly.
"...?"
Heavy. Sleep paralysis? Nah, felt way too good. Soft. Plush. But oddly cool.
A sensation I'd never felt before. What the hell?
"Hngguu..."
A pitiful sob hit my ear. I turned my head. Silver hair draped before my eyes.
It was Lena.
"Seojuuun!"
The moment our wine-red eyes met, she yanked me into her chest. My face plunged into her massive cleavage.
Squish. Springy. The ecstatic pressure squeezing my head from both sides.
So this is what big tits can do.
"I thought my retirement gift was broken...!"
Practically bawling. The world's top high elf, sobbing her heart out.
The 'retirement gift' bit grated, but whatever—let it slide.
"..."
I pieced together my memories. Hot spring. Scorching heat. Lena's relentless seduction.
And then. Heatstroke knockout.
Collapsing in front of a naked beauty throwing herself at me? What an idiot...
I wanted to crawl into a hole.
But hold on. Why's it so chilly?
Even for an elf, could her skin be this cool?
"Why's your body so cold...?"
Muffled from her cleavage, I barely pried my mouth open.
"Your body was burning up!"
Lena nuzzled my crown, sniffling. "Sniff, I slapped a cooling spell on myself in a panic and hugged you to bring the fever down."
A peerless beauty's naked cold compress. Silky bare skin. Wild herb scent swirling at my nose. Sweet, faint milky aroma.
Bliss. The kind I'd happily drown in forever.
But of course, right then.
Grrrowl.
An unwelcome guest arrived. From my stomach.
Makes sense, after all that chaos.
Lena, wiping her tears, flinched and shoved me away.
"Ah."
Exiled from her glorious cleavage. An involuntary sigh of regret slipped out.
But it didn't last.
"Eek."
My neck!
Lena grabbed my cheeks. Yanked my head up. My neck vertebrae nearly popped.
Forced eye contact.
"Hungry?"
"Y-Yeah... throat's parched too."
Neck pain secondary, I admitted honestly.
Her pointed ears perked up. She rose proudly. Her voluptuous breasts swayed heavily.
"Knew it! I prepared food!"
Food? By Lena?
"..."
Suddenly, memories from the cafe days flashed. Her whining.
'Low heat for 30 minutes is the same as high for 10!'
'No chicken stock, so I used MSG!'
'Spaghetti noodles? Used somyeon instead. Softer that way!'
'I did everything you said! Why's it taste like crap?!'
Chills ran down my spine.
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"I made food, so come on!"
Lena yanked my wrist. Dragged me to the kitchen.
And the disaster that greeted us.
I gasped involuntarily.
"What the hell is all this...?"
Five minutes before total chaos. Mystery white powder on the floor. Frying pan charred black. Even the ceiling splattered.
What the actual fuck happened here? Biochemical warfare?
"Here! Dig in!"
Lena plopped into a chair. Patted her thigh invitingly. Snow-white bare thigh.
"Sit!"
Commanding tone. I hesitated over. About to sit on her thigh facing away—
Smack. She snagged my waist.
"Wha—hey?!"
Lifted me like nothing. Spun me around. World flipped.
Face-to-face with Lena. Noses almost touching.
"Gotta face me to sit properly."
She pressed my hips down. Awkwardly straddled over her spread legs. Settled onto her plush, firm thighs.
Squish. Cushy yet toned texture. Our torsos mashed together. Massive breasts smooshed heavily against my chest.
"L-Lena, how am I supposed to eat like this...?"
"I'll feed you, so don't worry!"
I squirmed to adjust. She locked her arms around my waist. Trapped.
"Now, eat up!"
She reached back. Picked up a spoon gingerly.
...Why's the porridge that color? Looks like cement.
As if sensing my dread—or not—Lena beamed proudly. 'Look at this masterpiece I created!'
Forcing my mouth open—
Poke. She shoveled the spoon into her mouth.
"Mmmph."
Cheeks ballooned. Then she yanked my nape forward.
Her breath rushed in face-on. Wine-red eyes filled my vision.
"...!"
Lips met. Her moist tongue forced mine open. Slipped inside.
A soft invasion. Mouth-to-mouth.
"Mmm... nng... slurp..."
Lena chewed her cheek. Pushed the lukewarm porridge slowly down my throat.
Sweet, hot saliva. Bizarre porridge flavor swirled madly.
Smack. Slurp. Squelch. One spoonful took an eternity. Every lip-lock made her heavy breasts jiggle delightfully.
"Haa..."
Finally, lips parted. Saliva string snapped.
Gulp. Barely swallowed the porridge. Gasping, I stared at the Lena inches away. Flushed cheeks. Wet lips.
"Tasty?"
Her tone was suspicious. I side-eyed the kitchen carnage over her shoulder.
"Honestly, it felt like something went terribly wrong, right?"
She flinched. White shoulders jerked. Pointed ears drooped. Wine-red eyes darted away.
Obvious: botched the cooking, tried to cover with a trick.
"Mixing in saliva and chewing softens it up, yeah?"
"N-No! Elf saliva aids digestion!"
Defensive voice. Trailing into mumbles.
Grrrowl.
Then. A mighty rumble. From her stomach this time.
Awkward silence.
"..."
Her ear tips flushed thermometer-red. Arms around me loosened.
"Haa..."
Long sigh. I peeled my butt off her thigh and stood.
Poor employer's starving. Shoved the mess aside. Grabbed a somewhat intact wok. Raided the fridge for veggie scraps and eggs.
Clack. Thud. Lit the fire. Started chopping.
"What a heartless boss. Working a sick guy like this."
No real sting in my jab. Footsteps pattered closer. Warmth plastered to my back.
Arms wrapped tight around my waist.
"Hehe..."
Massive breasts squished against my back. Chin comfy on my shoulder. She rubbed her cheek, grinning dopily.
"What can I do? Your food's the best in the world."
"Great excuse."
"For real! A hundred times better than mine."
"Yours wasn't even about taste."
"Whatever, just feed me already."
Spoiled whining. Clinging to my back, stomping her feet like a kid.
I whipped up fried rice quick. She wolfed it down, even snagging half my share. Patted her bloated belly with a satisfied sigh.
"Thanks for the meal~..."
Clink. Spoon down. Suddenly, she leaned in close. Deadly serious eyes.
"Now that we're done eating, time for something important."
"I'll handle the dishes later..."
"Not that. Gotta check if your fever's really gone."
Lena stood. Sauntered to the living room sofa. Perched on the edge.
"C'mere."
Beckoned with a finger. I obeyed meekly. Feeling totally like a pet.