Chapter 44
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Friend (6)
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“……Hah, ugh.”
The wet splashing sounds echoed quietly across the bed. Eliya bit her lip hard, but she couldn't stop the moans leaking out.
With all her movements completely restricted, there wasn't much she could do.
All she could manage was to nestle in the man's arms and pant lewdly. Her eyelashes fluttered wildly as she grabbed the wrist toying with her breasts.
Of course, it wasn't any real resistance. There was no strength in Eliya's grip, so the best she could do was cling and tremble.
In the end, Eliya had no choice but to give up fighting it. She decided to switch tactics.
“E-Evan……”
She let out a frail, half-sobbing whimper. Breathing raggedly, Eliya turned her head back, shaking like a leaf.
Evan Lane, who clearly hadn't put much thought into it from the start, gazed at her with wide-open eyes and a bright smile.
Eliya forced a harmless smile onto her lips and gently stroked his cheek.
“A little... just a little slower... okay? You know how tired I am today. I cried so much, so my stamina's... h-hic...!?”
But even that touch didn't last long. Without waiting for her to finish, a deep thrust made Eliya's lower belly clench with a sharp tingle.
“Ah, ahh, hng.”
It felt just like electricity shooting through her. Evan deftly shoved her panties aside and slipped his index finger between her already slick folds.
Just one finger, yet to Eliya, it hit like a bolt of lightning straight to the head.
Twitch!
The finger wriggled again.
“Ngh, hauk…!?”
The man's hand stirred her insides, plunging deep—obscenely lewd in every way.
He even pressed firmly against her inner walls, searching out the spots that made her feel it most. Eliya's face flushed bright red in an instant.
She desperately tried to turn her head away, but Evan didn't give her a moment to think.
“……Nghmp!”
A kiss plunged in without warning. Their lips met again, and before any lewdness could register, a rush of happiness washed over her first. Then his tongue nudged past her front teeth, and the pleasure hit like a tidal wave.
'No, no—this is dangerous.'
Suddenly facing Evan head-on, Eliya felt her consciousness on the verge of flying away.
A simple peck might've been one thing, but this was a full-on kiss. A deep one, tongues tangling, saliva swapping in the most obscene way.
Intense divine power surged in once more. This power of the goddess—unlike anything Eliya had ever felt in her life—effortlessly dragged her straight to climax.
Her lower belly twitched, her thighs quivered uncontrollably, and her eyes flew wide open.
'No... way...'
Already? Just from a bit of breast play, some fingering, and one kiss...?
Impossible.
“……Ngh, kuh!?”
She swallowed the words she couldn't voice and arched her back sharply in that instant.
Pshht, splurt! A short, lewd cry escaped as her hips lifted, and between her shamelessly spread legs, a jet of transparent fluid shot out.
An utterly lascivious scene. Evan let out a silent gasp of admiration.
“Ah, hng, ngh, oo.... huu……”
Eliya's hips showed no sign of settling back onto the bed. Her lower mouth traced a graceful arc, spraying clear liquid all the while.
“Ah, ah...! W-wait……”
Eliya cried out, her pupils shaking wildly.
“D-don't look, don't look...!”
Realizing this raw sight was laid bare for Evan, an unstoppable wave of shame and embarrassment crashed over her.
She frantically covered her face with both hands. Not that it hid her flushed ear tips or the nape of her neck.
Squirt—
At least it sent her consciousness flying far away for a moment, until her pussy finished wantonly gushing its juices.
“……”
“……”
A heavy silence settled in. In the utterly quiet room, Eliya chewed her lips and flicked her gaze sideways through her fingers.
“……Ah, ahh.”
One quick glance, and the first thing in her sight was the white bedsheet soaked dark gray.
She knew full well she'd made that mess, and it nearly drove her mad.
She'd always been a bit of a squirter, sure... but not like this. What the hell had made her spray so spectacularly?
The kiss? No other explanation made sense.
She'd been with plenty of men before, but she'd never once kissed one.
And her first was the very man she'd fallen for—the one who sparked real romantic feelings. Maybe that explained the fireworks(?)
“……Huh.”
Not that it mattered much. Through her blurry, teary vision, she realized Evan silently rising.
Gulp!
A bad feeling hit; she swallowed dryly and turned her head. Right there was a lethal weapon.
Eliya couldn't even close her half-open mouth, her eyes trembling.
Her gaze naturally dropped below. The blanket pulled away, revealing Evan's... Evan's cock, throbbing like it was about to burst through his pants.
'F-fucking insane.'
It might rip her apart the second it went in. Brutal thoughts flooded her mind unbidden.
Whether she feared it or not, Evan simply stripped off his pants.
In a flash, even his underwear was gone, his cock fully exposed. Eliya gaped, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
“T-that thing……”
She weakly raised an index finger to point.
The man's cock, engorged and veiny.
Eliya forced out a silly laugh.
“You're really gonna shove that in me...? With zero prep?”
“Yup.”
Evan answered without a second's hesitation. His expression—like what's the problem?—left Eliya dazed as she stammered a rebuttal.
something. Lotion, gel, whatever... it's way too sudden right now...! D-don't come closer!”
Ignoring her, Evan slowly closed in. Sensing the vibe that he'd overpower her by force if needed, Eliya panicked.
Sure, he could force it in if he tried, but that fact was irrelevant.
It'd hurt like hell—that much was obvious without seeing it! Eliya flailed and begged for real, but Evan just casually flashed a thumbs-up.
“Don't worry. Your tits are bigger than hers.”
“……That's not the comfort I need!!”
Is he actually insane!? Eliya screeched, lifting her trembling legs like she might kick him—but
“Ugh, hic…!?”
Her ankles got grabbed instead, pinning her down. Eliya's face drained of color in an instant.
She wouldn't deny it—she'd spent four years fantasizing about these sticky, heated games with Evan Lane.
But she knew her limits all too well. Her visible curves—breasts and hips—were plenty womanly, but compared to girls her age, her pussy was narrow as hell.
“L-let's negotiate, Evan.”
Pale as a ghost, eyes endlessly dropping, Eliya still blurted out a proposal.
She had to dodge this moment at all costs. No penetration—period.
Sweat beading cold on her skin, she lightly traced her rosy lips with a fingertip.
“……Today, I'll use my mouth. Everything oral is your first with me, after all.”
“……”
“I'm seriously beat too, yeah? Or a handjob? I'm good at that.”
In her mind, it was a solid play. Every oral act was untouched territory—no other man had gotten that from her.
She knew Evan loved 'firsts.' Sweet-talk him right, and she could slip past this.
Sure, sucking him off would wreck her jaw and throat... but still.
Better than down there by a mile. A warm-up trial run, at least.
“W-what do ya say, Evan…?”
She gulped dryly and pulled her cutest face. She knew damn well he loved this expression.
Flirty and adorable coquetry—her specialty.
Surely he'd play along and relent? Clutching that hope, she gazed at him with sparkling eyes.
“Eliya.”
And just like that, her hopes shattered in exactly one second.
Evan smiled as his hand settled on her belly.
“Spread 'em while I'm asking nice.”
“……”
“Or after I spank you?”
It felt like she'd flopped belly-up on the floor for her owner, a dog begging for pets.
Eliya's face crumpled into instant misery. With a whine, she spread her legs.