Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Drunken Confessions
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Staring out the window while waiting, a knock came at the door.
"Come in."
Screeech—
"You're here?"
"……"
Nod.
Lydia entered with awkward steps, shrinking back tensely.
She kept glancing over nervously, and it was unbearably cute—like watching a rabbit unwittingly hop straight toward a predator.
The problem with our Lydia was that she was petite without any of a petite girl's typical wariness.
'Though that's what makes her so appealing.'
Ahem.
"Sit here beside me, Lydia."
Aren patted the spot next to him on the bed.
She nodded timidly and slowly approached, plopping her hips right down beside him.
Swish—
He could feel just how tense she was. Even without a word, staring quietly, he swore he could hear her heart pounding.
Her skin trembled faintly, her eyes darted about as if gauging his mood.
Once, she swallowed hard, her throat bobbing.
Aren wrapped an arm around Lydia's waist. Then he slid his hand lower, slowly caressing her rear.
Her ample, soft, yielding buttocks.
He brought his face close to the nape of her neck and whispered.
"...Coming to my room means you've given permission, right?"
"……"
Flinch.
Nod.
No more words were needed.
They both knew each other's feelings.
She had permitted what was about to happen, so no further consent was required.
He nipped lightly at her nape while slipping his hand beneath her clothes against bare skin. He kneaded her buttocks like dough.
"Ah... A-Aren..."
Lydia shuddered at the chilling sensation of his teeth and tongue on her nape, and the touch of his hand on her rear.
Her skin carried no particular taste.
Just a faint floral scent wafting up... and it was utterly intoxicating.
Like plucking a single flower named Lydia.
If Veronica was a thorny rose blooming in a meticulously tended garden, Lydia was a beautiful bloom rising from the mud.
He trailed from her nape to her cheek, then up to her ear.
Finally, he slipped his tongue inside her ear. The unfamiliar intrusion, stirring her ear canal, sent shivers down her spine.
Shudder—
It felt like her brain was being toyed with.
Desperate to escape the sensation of unraveling, she begged for a kiss.
"Kiss... me, please..."
Blushing fiercely with embarrassment, she pleaded, and Aren pulled away from her ear. He pressed his lips to hers.
The moment their tongues touched, they tangled fiercely.
Of course, this was only her second kiss ever, so Lydia's movements were clumsy. She didn't know which way to move her tongue and often just waited passively for him to lead.
But he didn't chide her for it.
Instead, he guided her tongue patiently, as if teaching her.
Sometimes in her mouth, sometimes in his.
Twining and entwining, exchanging saliva.
When they finally parted...
... Plip.
A thin silver thread stretched between their lips before snapping.
"Haa... haa..."
She exhaled hot breaths.
How long had they kissed? Five minutes? Ten? No, even longer?
She had no idea.
But one thing was certain...
"...You're soaked, Lydia."
"...I-It's embarrassing."
She had gotten wet.
From the kiss, from his hands on her rear, her body had heated up.
From the thrilling new sensations she'd never felt before, and the realization that tonight she would finally cross that line.
Her mind went blank, numb to all else.
He chuckled and pushed Lydia back. She toppled lightly onto the bed.
"...Ah?"
Straddling her, Aren slowly stripped off his clothes.
Shirt, pants, underwear.
"...Ah."
She stared blankly at his body in the dim moonlight filtering through the window.
The first man's body she'd ever seen was... so tempting to touch. Broad shoulders, a frame packed with muscle. Thick arms, defined abs.
...And.
"……"
His erect manhood standing tall.
'...It's so... big?'
It was.
Enormously so.
Even Lydia, utterly inexperienced, could tell.
If something like that entered her... she'd surely break.
But for some reason, fear didn't grip her. If it was the thing of the man she loved entering her, breaking her... wasn't that love itself?
Pierced by the one she adored, filled, overwhelmed with pleasure, utterly ruined.
"......Ah."
Moisture gathered between Lydia's thighs.
Aren reached out and began undressing her. The academy uniform shirt, skirt, and even her undergarments.
When he unhooked her bra, her pink nipples stood stiff atop beautiful breasts exposed to the world. When he peeled off her panties, a string of her arousal stretched between them and her folds.
She was probably slick enough to take him right now without issue.
"Ah... Nngh..."
He reached down and rubbed her folds. Sticky sounds and her moans filled the quiet room.
He slipped a finger into Lydia's entrance.
Smooth patches, bumpy ridges, folds like layered wrinkles.
...Wonder what it'd feel like inside.
Swallowing once, he worked her folds while taking a breast into his mouth.
Caught off guard by the sudden sucking, she jolted with a moan.
"Hnn...!"
He teased her nipple with swirling laps of his tongue. He nipped lightly, then suckled hard as if drawing milk.
Each time, her hips bucked cutely.
After pleasuring her like this, Aren decided she'd had enough preparation.
In other words, it was time for penetration. He positioned himself between her legs and gazed at her ragged breaths.
Their eyes met in the air.
And.
"...Lydia. I'm going in now."
...
Nod.
"Make it... not hurt... please."
"...Of course."
Slowly, he pushed his manhood into her depths.
It didn't go in easily at first. Even soaked as she was, it was her first time—unavoidable.
"Hnn...!"
"Does it hurt?"
"N-No... I'm fine."
A glance showed her clutching the bedsheet subtly. She was pretending it didn't hurt, but it probably did a little.
Still, not unbearably so.
...Better make the pain go away quick.
"H-How far... in?"
Pain laced her soft voice.
"Hang on just a bit longer. About halfway now."
"Y-Yeah..."
He gripped her slender waist like a handle. Warm, soft skin.
'...Time to thrust it all in at once.'
Dragging it out slowly would just prolong the tearing sensation. And truthfully, piercing an untouched cavern did mean tearing flesh.
"Lydia. Just trust me."
"...Huh?"
She blinked in confusion, but thought fled her mind moments later.
"Hnn...!?"
Thud—!
He drove in fully. A thin barrier tore, and her hips lifted.
Quiver—
"Hnn...!!"
"Just endure a little, Lydia."
It wouldn't hurt for long.
Aren stayed buried to the hilt, still, letting her adjust to the new sensation.
Until the pain faded.
...He wanted to thrust desperately, but he held back. For her sake.
"...Haa... haa... It h-hurts..."
He stroked her trembling body soothingly, calming her slowly. Leaning in, he gave her a light reassuring kiss.
Conveying it wouldn't hurt anymore.
With sincere intent.
Did she feel it? The pain seemed to ebb.
...Or maybe sensing his care made her think the pain lessened.
"I-It's okay to move now..."
"You sure?"
"Y-Yeah... Still a little sore, but really just a bit. It's fine."
...Her breathing had steadied.
'...Good to go.'
Convinced, his manhood throbbed thicker inside her.
"Ah...?"
Slowly, he began rocking his hips.
Squelch—
"Ah... Hnng... Nngh..."
Her folds gripped him exquisitely.
Her inner walls writhed like living things, clinging so tightly they nearly dragged out with him on withdrawal.
Every bumpy ridge, wrinkled fold, smooth stretch registered vividly.
Lydia truly had a legendary honeypot.
Squelch—squelch—squelch—
"Hnng... Ahh! Ah...! Aah...!"
The more he thrust, the greater the pleasure swelled. Before long, Lydia's pain had vanished, drowned in bliss.
'M-My head... it's going blank...'
Her thoughts blurred. Judgment faltered amid the surging ecstasy from her core.
Squelching arousal.
Slapping skin.
The reassuring weight of the man atop her.
His warm body heat.
Ahh.
...She wished this moment lasted forever.
Pounded relentlessly until her mind went white, then filled deep inside.
...Birth control could wait.
Right now, Lydia craved only pleasure.
Squelch—squelch—squelch—
"... ."
"......!.........!......!...!♡"
Her folds clenched insanely tight.
How long since she'd lost her virginity? Already her movements were unnatural—sometimes squeezing hard like she bore down, others relaxing.
Masterful control.
Conscious or instinctual, he didn't care...
Squelch—squelch—squelch—
What mattered was this union, this craving for each other.
...This warmth lasting forever.
"A-Aren...! Hnng...! I love you..."
"...I love you too."
Enough to voice their love.
This moment was perfect.
The creaking bed, the sweetening air. Their forms in faint moonlight, ragged breaths.
...
Her gushing fluids echoed through the dark room.
As he kept thrusting, climax surged suddenly.
He could hold back if he tried.
But the night was young—he didn't want to. Better to release inside, then ravage her again.
"Ahh...! Ah! Aah...! Haa...!♡"
Inside? Or out?
Climax built relentlessly.
Trouble. Cumming inside might get her pregnant.
...He'd pull out. Decision made, he started to withdraw.
But.
"!?"
"...C-Cum... inside."
Lydia wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in.
They pistoned like that...
".........!"
And he came inside her.