Chapter 45
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Friend (7)
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"Hic, ugh, sniffl..."
"......"
"Hic! Ah, ahm, hmm."
Cautiously reaching out to touch her snow-white, smooth belly, Eliya flinched as if she'd been stabbed with a knife, reacting way more dramatically than expected.
I'd given her a light threat, but I hadn't anticipated she'd freak out this much, leaving me a bit embarrassed.
"......Just kidding. No way I'd hit a girl on the bed, no matter what."
Even I wouldn't resort to violence after coming this far, especially not in a normal situation.
I figured Eliya would understand that much, but maybe it had been quite burdensome for her.
Feeling unnecessarily sorry, I gently stroked around her navel with my fingertip, a small attempt to ease her tension.
At the same time, I released her ankle and reached out to pat her head, but...
"N-no, not that."
Eliya blushed with an embarrassed expression and subtly pushed my hand away.
She buried the back of her head into the pillow and fidgeted with her lips. It looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't quite get the words out.
Soon, she wiggled her fingertips and abruptly turned her head to the side.
"......That."
"What?"
"Y-your, that thing."
Her follow-up came out in such a tiny voice that I tilted my head in confusion.
Eliya rubbed her eyes vigorously with both hands and peeked at my lower body through her fingers.
"Aaaah."
She let out another weird noise. Not understanding, I raised a question mark, and she finally squeezed her eyes shut before getting to the point.
"I-I told you. Y-your dick is too big. If you just shove it in, it'll really tear me apart."
"Oh."
"......O-of course, if we work it in carefully, it'll fit somehow, but it'd hurt like hell. I was preparing my mind for it. With deep breaths."
Muttering that, Eliya cautiously placed her hand on her chest. She steadied her breathing, and I awkwardly scratched my cheek.
"So that's really what it was about."
To me, it had just seemed like whiny fussing, nothing more, so I was a little thrown off.
I'd never heard anything like that before. Neither Lete nor Israfeel had seemed that tormented from the very first time.
When I shared those awkward thoughts, Eliya puffed out her cheeks in disbelief.
"That's because it was their first time too, obviously. How would those two even gauge if the first guy they experienced was bigger or smaller than average?"
"Hmm."
"......More importantly, did you seriously sleep with Israfeel too? You talk about it so casually, but that's news to me..."
It wasn't sincere, but her tone carried plenty of resentment and dissatisfaction toward me for trying to force things even briefly.
I watched Eliya grumble about Israfeel and shoot me a side-eye with an intrigued expression.
Then, casually, I shot back.
"What about you, then?"
"......Huh?"
"Sounds like you've got a sense for it."
At that, Eliya's pupils dilated slightly and wavered. She looked like she'd been ambushed at an unexpected moment, her lips parting and closing briefly.
I deliberately lowered my posture to close the distance, then stroked her head with a rather mischievous and teasing touch.
Sorry to Eliya, but it was like handling a pet.
Chuckling lightly, I added,
"Compared it? Me and other guys."
"I-I, well, um."
And just like that, Eliya started to tear up. I'd aimed for that reaction, but it was so immediate that I panicked a bit.
"D-don't cry. I'm not mad."
"Ugh......"
"G-good girl. Eliya's a good girl......?"
I wiped her tears as gently as possible, stroking repeatedly. In this mood, calling her "so wet up top and down below" would make her explode, right?
I kept that to myself. With an awkward smile, I soothed her diligently.
Pat pat.
"Yeah, ugh......"
Up top too.
Squelch, squelch.
"Ah......?! Hyah!"
And down below as well. As I stroked her thoroughly, Eliya's expression melted into sweet bliss.
Her tears vanished quickly, and she twitched lewdly, savoring the pleasure from both sides.
The moment our eyes met, she punched me bashfully.
"Ow."
It didn't hurt much, but I played it up. Eliya bit her lip sullenly, but her breathing gradually grew heated.
Her face openly showed how good my touch felt. She looked up at me with hazy eyes.
"Feels good?"
With a soft chuckle, I asked lightly, and she nodded silently. Admitting it embarrassed her, flushing both cheeks bright red, but seeing that expression satisfied me.
"......Hyah."
With that, I shifted to the next step, raising my upper body. I laid my still-throbbing member 'thud' on her plump mound.
Eliya swallowed dryly, her chest heaving greatly, but...
"......O-okay. I'm, hic! R-ready."
She didn't avoid it anymore. Thanks to my fingers loosening her up a few times, her juices overflowed, slicking her lower body stickily.
Eliya stared at me with resolute eyes, like a soldier facing the battlefield.
I gave her cheek one final stroke with my fingertip. Only then did her tensed body seem to relax a bit.
No more words were needed. Eliya shyly blushed but gently spread her legs for me.
The moment my thing pressed 'squish' against her twitching entrance...
"H-huh......!?"
It was just light contact, but Eliya's hips bucked sharply, like a frog shocked by electricity.
"......Ngh."
The tingling sensation rising from my lower body numbed my brain too.
Less than Lete or Israfeel, but Eliya was undoubtedly a skilled priestess.
The 'wicked pleasure' assaulting just as I tried to mix in divine essence was the same. Probably driving Eliya crazier than me—
"Wh-what, ah, what is th-this."
Eliya, primly placing both hands on her chest, twitched her eyelids rapidly.
Her confusion at the unfamiliar sensation was obvious. Yet she couldn't deny the pleasure, breathing in the most aroused way.
"......I'm thrusting all the way in, Eliya."
"Heup, sob? Wh-what're you......?"
I couldn't hold back my desire either. Breathing heavily, I gripped my swollen member with trembling hands.
Squish—!
"......Eek!?"
And shoved it right in. Deep into Eliya, who wore a dazed expression.
The reaction was immediate. Eliya cried out lewdly, twisting her slender body.
But— it wasn't rejection. Quite the opposite.
"A-ah, aaah, kuh......!?"
She clutched the bedsheet, arching her back halfway up. As the space opened, her lower belly undulated.
A truly obscene sight. Even as pleasure clouded my mind, I was momentarily captivated by her bulging abdomen.
She had a small frame to begin with. Her breasts and hips rivaled any voluptuous woman, but her body's limits were clear.
Naturally, it wasn't the best match for my size.
"......Heuk!? Ah, ah, ngh, uh."
Still, she threw her head back, fully savoring the intrusion inside her.
It looked agonizing, but the ecstasy rising on her face was just as vivid.
The look of a woman lost to reason. No—a female beast stripped of intellect.
"......Ha."
Gazing at that expression, I realized an inexplicable sadism welling up.
Her exposed jawline as she tilted her head, the bobbing throat when she swallowed, sweat-slicked collarbones—all utterly erotic.
I wanted to see her hurt more. I wanted her writhing deeper in pleasure.
No reason not to, no cause she couldn't. I roughly gripped her hips and immediately moved my waist.
Thrust!!
"Hyaaaaah......!"
My cock invaded deeper, slick with her sticky juices as lubricant.
Eliya yowled like a sensitive cat, covering her ecstatic face with her hands.
Her nipples stood erect lewdly... and the silver drool trickling uncontrollably looked utterly sweet.
"......Eliya, mouth."
"Hek, hek......!?"
I called her in a low voice and seized her jaw.
Even flailing in sexual ecstasy, she obeyed faithfully.
Her teary eyes glimmered hazily as she parted her cute lips slightly. Her tongue emerged past white teeth to greet me.
Eliya closed her sparkling, affection-filled eyes gently.
With one hand pressing her belly, my cock pounding her womb battered by her walls, and gripping her jaw...
"......Mmph, ahn, hyan......"
We shared a sticky kiss. Eliya had grown quite skilled at it now.
Tangling tongues, teasing teeth playfully, coating her palate with saliva.
As I pulled away carefully... Eliya gazed at me with a cute, dopey smile.
Through clear tears, she said,
"I love you, Evan. Truly."
Then, she stroked her belly. The spot bulging from accepting me.
"Fill me up inside with your white stuff."
"......"
Her frail voice pleaded earnestly once more.
An entreaty with no reason to refuse.