Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Our Second Night
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"This is proof that you're my first man, husband."
"I can do other things."
White teddy bear pajamas.
Inside the fluffy fur bundle.
A flushed face looked up at me.
"......"
I pulled Elma's waist closer.
A small body.
It came limply into my arms.
"H-Husband?"
"Stay still. I'll take care of it."
I deliberately lowered my voice.
"......"
Her almond-colored eyes trembled.
Eyes full of anticipation.
She obediently surrendered her body.
Pop. Pop.
I undid the buttons of her pajama top one by one.
From her chest down to her navel.
The fabric parted smoothly.
I didn't take it off.
I just opened the front wide.
That was even hotter.
"Hmmm...."
Freckles scattered across wheat-colored skin.
Goosebumps prickled all over.
"Cold?"
"No.... It just feels a little weird."
"It's okay. Just leave it all to me."
"Haaah...."
My palm slipped inside her clothes.
I wrapped it around her bare waist.
Chewy.
Soft.
Plush cheek fat.
A small but firm, dense body.
A pleasant texture.
"Holding you like this, you really feel like a doll, Elma."
"......Don't tease me."
"I'm just saying you're cute."
I slid my hand deeper.
I traced her spine with my fingertips.
Down the sweat-slicked line to her hips.
"Haht... Ah..."
A soft sigh.
Elma wriggled her body.
She fiddled with the fur of my pajamas and asked,
"Then... what kind of doll am I?"
A shy expression.
Eyes mixed with expectation.
"Who knows. What kind of doll do you want to be, Elma?"
"......"
Her small lips quivered.
Should she say it or not.
She clearly hesitated.
I didn't rush her.
I just gently massaged her earlobe.
"......A princess."
"What? I can't hear you."
"Pri... princess."
Elma mumbled.
With her face buried in my chest.
In a voice that barely rose above a whisper.
"Princess doll."
"Huh? Not a queen doll?"
"Ah, seriously!"
She jerked her head away.
She furrowed her brow and thumped my chest: thump, thump.
"Read the mood! Is that important right now?!"
"Haha."
Petite lips.
Pouted out like a duck's.
It was unbearably cute.
I wiped the smile from my face.
I cupped her cheeks.
I rubbed her lips with my thumb.
"Got it, princess."
"......"
"The prettiest, cutest princess doll in the world. My princess doll."
Smack.
I lightly kissed her forehead.
Her pouty expression melted away.
"Heehee...."
Elma burrowed back into my arms.
Giggling happily.
A simple, lovable woman.
"Husband...."
"Yes, princess."
"Touch me more...."
Elma gripped my pajama hem tightly.
Her eyes were heated.
She whispered like she was pleading.
"Touch me more. Do whatever you want. This body is yours now, husband..."
A shy yet bold demand.
I hooked my fingers into her pajama pants.
I pulled them down.
Smoothly—
Pale bare legs.
Chubby, short legs.
But the proportions and curves were properly those of a 'woman'.
Teddy bear doll with the top still on, bottom stripped off.
And between them, her 'womanhood'.
"...."
I reached out.
"I'll do this part myself, husband...."
A gentle refusal.
Elma pushed my hand away.
Hoo, hoo.
She took a moment to breathe deeply.
As if steeling herself.
Soon, Elma raised her knees on her own.
She grabbed the inside of her thighs with small hands.
"Husband. Watch closely."
Her voice trembled faintly.
Slowly.
She spread her legs wide to either side.
Between her fully open legs.
Within the pale skin.
A glistening, pale pink entrance, beaded with milky fluid.
Hoo again.
Elma steadied her breath.
With trembling fingers, she grasped her labia.
Carefully, she spread them apart to show me.
"Can you see it... husband...?"
A small, cute hole.
Inside it, a thin membrane clung.
"I kept it all my life. For the man who would one day become mine."
Her confession continued.
A shy voice.
"This is proof that you're my first man, husband."
In that instant, a heavy pull in my groin.
Conquest.
This arrogant, haughty woman.
Spreading her legs.
Offering her virginity.
To me.
"It's beautiful."
"......Not weird?"
"No. It's really, incredibly pretty, cute, and hot."
I leaned down.
I peered in close.
My breath made her entrance twitch shyly.
"Haaah..."
I tossed off my pajama pants.
Throbbing swollen.
It twitched in front of Elma's eyes.
"Eek, eek...."
Elma swallowed hard.
Overwhelming size, even on second look.
Her spread legs instinctively clamped shut.
"H-Husband? Wait a sec."
"Why?"
"It's, it's too big... Just a moment...."
Elma's pupils shook violently.
She alternated glances between her crotch and my member.
"N-No way it'll fit.... How's that supposed to go in.... It'll tear.... My belly'll burst and I'll die...."
Her voice grew wet.
She trembled.
Fear.
No matter the heart, the physical difference was unavoidable.
"It's okay."
I grabbed her thighs.
I rubbed the soft insides soothingly.
The tension melted from her thighs.
"Elma. Look at me."
"Ugh.... Scary...."
"I won't put it in. I promised."
"Really?"
"I know it'd hurt you if I forced it."
"...."
"Do I look like a man who'd hurt his wife?"
"...No."
"Do I look like the kind of guy you'd choose who would hurt his wife?"
"...No, that too."
Elma nodded faintly.
Her expression softened a bit.
"Then...?"
"I'll just rub against you."
I slipped between her legs.
I grabbed both knees and spread them wide.
"Just rubbing. It'll feel good enough that way. For you too. For me too."
"R-Really? You're really not putting it in?"
"Yes. Promise."
I even hooked my pinky for the promise.
Relieved, Elma relaxed.
I slipped both hands under her waist.
Lift.
The chewy feel of skin wrapping around my fingers.
"Ah...."
My tip touched her privates.
A narrow slit.
Already wet there.
Squish.
"Ngh...!"
Just touching the entrance.
Elma's hips bucked wildly.
"Th-This is too big..."
"It's fine. Relax. I'm moving now."
I rolled my glans along her labia.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Hyah! Aaang!"
Elma's moans.
My length mashed against her mucosa repeatedly.
Tiny things hidden in the folds swelled up.
Clitoris.
She clung to my chest.
"Aah..."
I gripped her pelvis.
Lifted her higher.
Placed her on my thighs.
"See? Doesn't hurt at all, right?"
"Ngh! No pain! But it's weird.... Itchy and tingly...."
My glans scraped over her protruding clit.
"Kyaaa—!"
A piercing scream.
I targeted it relentlessly.
"This feels good, right?"
"Ah, no! Not there! Too much... It'll break! My little bean's breaking!"
"If it breaks, it'll feel even better."
Press. Grind.
I put my weight into crushing it.
"Kuuuh.... Big.... You're so big, I feel all of you, husband...."
Her almond eyes stared blankly into space.
She couldn't gather her wits.
Her tiny sex, her small body.
Being crushed and ravaged by something huge.
Splat, splat.
The sounds grew rougher.
Her exposed lower half.
Shaking helplessly.
In time with my hip thrusts.
Her breasts jiggled.
The loose pajamas flapped.
"Aaaang! I-I'm weird! Feels like I gotta pee!"
"Don't hold back. Just let it go."
"No! Hate it! Embarrassing!"
"It's fine. It's cute even if you're embarrassed."
"Ngh, ahn, r-really...?"
"Of course."
My shaft scraped hard against her folds.
"Ngh... Ahng! Hyah?!"
Reassured by my words, perhaps.
Elma just let out whiny moans.
"Cumming! Gonna cum! Crushed under husband till I cum!!"
Shuddering.
Elma's toes wiggled.
Her legs kicked in the air, trembling.
"Kyaaaang—!"
Milky fluid gushed from between her legs.
Soaking my lower body and even the rug.
Squirting.
Without even penetrating.
"Haht... Haa...."
Elma went limp.
Unfocused eyes.
Her mouth glistened with drool.
Like a broken little doll.
In my arms.
But it was still my turn.
I laid my rigid length across her belly.
Reaching up to her solar plexus.
"I'll... do it with my hands... husband."
Elma barely came to and reached out.
"There's something even better."
My gaze drifted to her upper body.
Between the teddy bear pajamas.
Massive hills jiggling with every ragged breath.
Her breasts.
Disproportionate to her 90cm frame.
Abnormally voluptuous volume.
"......Ah."
Elma noticed my stare.
Her face flushed hot again.
She shyly looked away.
But her body didn't retreat.
Instead, she parted the pajama flaps to the sides.
Thrusting her chest forward.
"So you are a man after all, husband?"
"Don't like it?"
"No! Of course I do. Means there's something about my body you like!"
"Everything about you is pretty, Elma."
"What am I supposed to do when you keep saying things that make me so happy..."
Elma shook her head shyly.
She patted my chest.
Her breasts jiggled with the arm movement.
Defying gravity with their chewiness.
Freckles scattered on pale wheat skin.
Capped with pale pink nipples.
"Then, let me serve you here, husband."
Elma gathered her breasts with both hands.
A deep valley formed.
"Come on in, husband. This belongs to you."
A shy invitation.
I settled into that space.
Schlick.
"Kh..."
"Hngh...!"
My length burrowed between her cool cleavage.
Unreal chewiness.
Her breast flesh seemed to cling to me.
"How is it? Warm?"
"More than warm. Feels like I'm melting."
"Hehe. I'll squeeze tight."
Elma put strength into both hands.
Her plump mounds crushed me from both sides.
"Ugh, husband's.... Really big."
Elma bit her lip in distress.
My member pierced through her cleavage.
Even rising up into her line of sight.
"Tilt your head a little and it'd reach."
"Wanna try?"
"......Yeah. Gotta take care of husband."
Elma leaned her head down slightly.
She stuck out her small tongue and licked the tip.
Lick.
"Kh...."
"Salty.... And... Mmm..."
Slurp, slurp.
She licked a few more times.
"Tasty."
She grinned, eyes crinkling.
Adorable.
I couldn't hold back and thrust my hips.
Slide.
Squish.
Chewy.
"Hyaaang! Ah! Ungh!"
Elma's breast flesh rippled.
Soft skin grazed my glans, squeezed my shaft.
A brand new pleasure I'd never felt before.
Thud! Thud!
I picked up the pace a bit.
Her small body rocked up and down with my movements.
"Ngh, ah, too rough! My boobs are gonna fall off!"
"Hold on tight."
"Trying! Ngh, why's it so big...!"
Elma grunted and squeezed her hands tighter.
The little professor in teddy bear pajamas.
Straining to serve me.
Conquest slammed into my head.
"Elma. Getting close...."
"Gonna cum?"
"Yeah. Can't hold it."
Climax surged.
Should I pull out? As I hesitated.
"Just cum here!"
Elma lifted her head and shouted.
Eyes squeezed shut, mouth open.
"Splash it on my face! Mark me as yours!!"
"Why is everything you say so lewd?"
"Huh? Am I lewd? Hehe..."
Reason snapped.
"Kh...!"
"Hyaaah—!"
I thrust my hips deeper.
Spurt! Splurt!
Milky fluid erupted.
Hot liquid sprayed.
Onto her hair, face, breasts, and upper body.
Some trickled down her chin to wet her lips.
"Haaang...!"
Elma twitched.
"Haa... Haa...."
The long climax ended.
I collapsed forward.
Pulled Elma into a hug just like that.
"......"
"......"
Silence.
Only ragged breaths exchanged.
A moment later.
Elma cracked her eyes open.
"......Whoa."
She looked down at herself.
Open pajama top.
Soggy traces over her chest and belly.
"Husband. Isn't your stamina too good?"
"......Sorry. Came a lot."
"No. I like it."
Elma scooped some from her breast with her index finger.
Brought it to her tongue.
Smack.
"A bit fishy, but not bad."
A beaming smile.
Bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat and semen.
Lewd and pure smile.
"So this is what marriage tastes like."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. Means my husband's healthy."
She wrapped her arms around my neck.
Slippery breasts rubbed against my bare skin.
A not-unpleasant stickiness.
"Wanna wash up?"
"Just a bit longer like this."
Elma burrowed into my arms.
A tired but happy voice.
"Yaaawn... Let's just sleep like this..."
"You'll catch a cold."
"You can hold me, husband."
She tangled her small legs between mine.
Pressed her chest firmly back into me.
"Husband."
"Yes."
"Next time.... You can put it in."
A whispering little voice.
"I'll practice. So I can take all of you, husband."
"Take it slow. No rush."
"No. I want it soon. Wanna be real husband and wife."
Elma kissed my chest.
Smoothly closed her eyes.
"Good night, hus... yawn... band..."
"Good night. Elma."
Snore.
She fell asleep in moments.
No wonder she was exhausted.
Too much had happened in one day.
I wiped her body with a towel.
Pulled the blanket over us.
My small, precious professor.
No, my wife.
A heavy, loving warmth filled my arms.
I too sank into deep sleep.
Not a bad 'second night'.