Chapter 167

It's been just a day since I kissed her—stealing the candy from her mouth while staring at her breasts nonstop—yet even that kiss feels like it's been forever. It really drives home how often Seol-ah and I have been rolling around in bed lately.

"...Mm, ngh..."

Even though she's on top, the moment I probe her mouth a little, her eyes glaze over and her tongue goes still. She eventually yields, tangling her tongue with mine to match my rhythm... only to suddenly snap out of it and pull her lips away.

It was just a simple kiss, but Seol-ah's face is flushed beet red, like it's about to explode.

"...W-wait a sec. I said just a quick peck..."

She's so flustered that even the formal speech she's been sticking to vanishes. But for someone who says that, she sure mixed tongues with me right away...

Seol-ah takes a moment to catch her breath, working hard to smooth out her dazed expression back to normal. She seems to regain her composure, more or less.

"...Anyway, time to start the secret course..."

She's still committed to the concept, so she must really be into it. I once checked Seol-ah's kinks, and for some reason, she uses formal speech a lot—like in master-servant play or anything M-leaning. Maybe that's influencing it.

Since she's put in so much prep, I decide to play along without breaking character until she does.

She shifts down to my lower abdomen, spreads my legs slightly, and kneels between them. Then she brings her face right up to the tip of my cock, straining against my underwear, stopping just short of touching. For a few seconds, she inhales my scent in small breaths.

"...Hah, ngh..."

There's no physical touch, but the sight is plenty stimulating. Even with her succubus mana inheritance, seeing her openly sniff and get that hazy look on her face is more than enough to make my already rock-hard cock throb even harder.

She's so close—just a paper's thickness away—that when the tip brushes her face ever so slightly, she jerks back in panic.

"...Eek, ah... th-that's not what I meant..."

I half-expected it, but knowing she wasn't deliberately sniffing to tease me somehow turns me on even more. Since she finds my cum delicious, this is probably like savoring the aroma before digging into a tasty meal.

Lust surges for a second, making me want to flip her over, but she senses it and presses down firmly on my upper body.

"...I-it's a massage, so I'm doing it, okay...? You don't need to move..."

Is it her service mindset, or does she know she couldn't handle me pouncing first? Either way, I relax and lie back.

Confirming I'm behaving, Seol-ah pulls over a basin of lavender oil and chants a short spell. A new jar materializes in her hand. Is that from the black pouch earlier? The packaging has some doujin character plastered on it, so yeah—probably lube for that kind of thing.

Sure enough, she pours the liquid into the oil, mixes it up, and scoops a generous handful of the new slick blend. The increased viscosity confirms my guess.

She starts slathering it all over her breasts. The scene is insanely hot on its own, but this line seems tough for her.

"...Now for the breast... massage..."

"......"

"D-don't laugh?"

She rides the mood well but lacks resistance to embarrassment. I couldn't hold back a chuckle when she bit her tongue. She tries to fix her expression, but it's too late—she glares at me with a blush and drops the formal speech entirely.

"...You've been staring at my tits nonstop, so... I figured you'd like this."

Can't deny my eyes kept wandering there, so no arguments. Her saying she'll use her breasts... I've heard it doesn't pack as much physical punch, but her offering something new has my arousal skyrocketing already. And even if it's just for the oil, watching her touch her own breasts for the first time has my cock twitching desperately again.

Sensing the movement, Seol-ah blushes faintly, grabs the waistband of my underwear, and yanks it down in one go. My cock springs free, and her eyes lock on it for a moment—but this time, she steels herself quick and leans in close.

But no matter how she bends, she can't quite get the angle she wants.

"...Sorry, could you sit up here?"

Realizing paizuri won't work with me flat, she pulls me up and points to the edge of the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bed. No need to apologize—does she plan to service me all the way through?

I stand briefly while she whisks away the air mattress and cleans at hyperspeed. I settle on the fresh, fluffy sheet edge. She kneels between my legs again.

Since it's her first time with breasts, it takes a while to find a comfy position.

"...This is harder than I thought..."

Focused elsewhere, she's unconsciously cupping her barely-covered breasts—black bikini top clinging slickly from the oil-gel mix—and adjusting. Pure lewdness. Her glistening pale skin shines, especially the X-shaped cutout at the bottom of the top. It's not designed for that, but it screams insertion.

"...O-okay, here goes for real..."

First times are nerve-wracking for everyone. I watch her tense up and decide to address one thing.

"...Won't your knees hurt?"