5. "A Few Meaningless Obscene Remarks"
No matter that she was my fiancée, it couldn't have been easy for her to bare her most private parts like that.
Maybe because we'd already done even more extreme things last time, Kiara's face simply flushed red, but she didn't show any greater signs of embarrassment.
Of course, that only applied to showing her body. It didn't mean she had no resistance to what her mouth was doing.
"Ugh... even the tongue teasing her pussy... isn't good enough...."
Even if the whole world ended up secretly reading my yaseol as the trend of the times.
That was only possible because it was writing.
The moment you read the dialogue and descriptions aloud, their nature changes completely.
Especially since I wasn't the kind of writer who considered the feelings of whoever might read the lines aloud. It would hit even harder.
What kind of author writes lines for a slave getting fucked like a dog after turning the tables on her master, while caring about the person reading them?
Anyone reading lines like that would enjoy this stuff anyway.
"...The slave, ah, or rather... what kind of... things she's... doing...."
*Schlurp.*
As Kiara read sentence by sentence, the hand wedged between her thighs twitched.
I couldn't see the fingers, so it just looked that way, but in reality, they were freely rummaging through her folds inside.
Her thighs were already moving in anticipation of the pleasure even before her fingers could twitch.
What a lewd woman. I was proud she was my fiancée.
"Haa, eek... Juliett...."
Even as she uttered the heroine's name, her body shuddered with pleasure.
Her brain was issuing the command to finish reading the sentence aloud, but she couldn't complete it, lost in the words as she pleasured herself.
Could there be a woman this adorable?
It felt like the modest, chaste, and beautiful woman from my old dreams—back when I didn't know this world's standards—had actually appeared.
A woman who could accept my lust.
"...The throbbing in her lower belly is too much; she can't hold back the trembling."
How proud I was to be the fiancé of this woman, who couldn't hide her adorableness even as she read each line.
I slid my hand up and gently pressed near her breast.
Caught off guard by the unexpected sensation, Kiara collapsed helplessly with a thud.
"...A-Adrian...?"
"Keep reading, Kiara."
"......"
With trembling hands, she lifted the surprisingly heavy book and propped it against the bed.
Turning her head slightly to the side, Kiara began uttering the sentences one by one again.
"The lo-lower... belly... something tingling... ri-ringing inside... fe-feel... heh, eek......"
The more she read, the more it seemed like not enough nerves were reaching her mouth.
That mouth, which had sometimes spat venomous words or cute ones, no longer seemed willing to form proper human sentences.
*Squish.*
Her legs, propped lightly on the bed, slowly spread apart, so her thighs could no longer hide the pussy my fingers were teasing.
Did she realize how her own waist jerked from the sensation of her clit hood being peeled back and forth by my clumsy fingering?
Did she realize she was exposing to me, in detail, the process of her pussy glistening with slick?
Looking at her pronunciation drowned in lust, barely coherent, probably not.
...For some reason, I had no desire here to be considerate of Kiara.
The only thing stirring was a curiosity to see just how far her lust could go.
"Eek—"
I didn't move much. I just lightly touched the lower part where she couldn't quite reach properly.
Maybe because of her position, it was a shame to only tease the exposed clit hidden by her plump pussy lips—this pretty pussy deserved more play.
If I could hold back seeing her smooth, hairless inner folds gleaming with arousal fluids, I'd hardly qualify as the one who loved it.
*Schlurp.*
I twitched my index finger slightly, kneading the pussy lips that veiled her entrance.
Her pussy bared its inner crack, willingly exposing the red flesh within, making Kiara's hips buck.
Was it the pressure on her clit? Her panting breaths hitched for a moment.
"Hngh... A-Adrian...."
Her eyes shifted from the book to me, no longer focused on the words.
I didn't want to end this until she climaxed.
"I told you to read, Kiara."
"......"
Her gaze darted sideways to the book lying open beside her.
That mouth, sometimes heaving with rough breaths, continued reading the lines.
"Her huge... sack... Juliett's wo-womb...."
Womb...
The thought flashed through my mind.
The organ my sister had drawn and wondered about, the one she loved when I touched it.
Even when I'd slammed Ophelie's lower belly hard, she'd loved it.
Did all the women in this world have wombs as erogenous zones?
Should I let Kiara know it felt good?
I slid my other hand, which hadn't been stirring her pussy folds, up to lightly stroke her lower belly.
This twitched too. Her belly reacted instead of her waist, though.
Her heated body temperature made her lower belly slightly warm, and it tensed faintly each time she spoke a sentence.
She probably wasn't fully feeling the sensation yet.
I wanted her to feel her womb aching every time she was aware of my hand's touch.
*Press...*
I added a bit of pressure with my middle and ring fingers, slowly pressing where her womb should be.
"Aheek......"
There was a reaction.
For Kiara, this was definitely an erogenous zone too.
Of course, it was a bit disappointing that she only felt pressure.
If I could connect the pleasure from her pussy to her womb, I could turn her into an even lewder woman.
I pressed harder on her womb with my fingers.
At the same time, the fingers teasing her pussy lips found her vaginal entrance and slowly pushed in—
"Grhok......"
A vulgar moan escaped, too crude for her to keep reading.
She didn't seem satisfied with the stimulation, as her own fingers moved earnestly.
*Squish-squish-squish.*
The wet sounds from her clit hood peeling and covering repeatedly with her arousal.
When Kiara's hips began bucking uncontrollably—
*Thud.*
"Grhk—"
I balled my fist over her lower belly and thrust down.
It wasn't a hard strike—more like stabbing pressure than a slap.
But... for Kiara's womb, which she hadn't even known existed for twenty years, let alone that it could bring her to climax, it wasn't something to brush off.
"—!?"
*Rustle.* The book slipped from her hand and closed on its own.
Her widely opened eyes lost focus.
Her pupils trembled helplessly before slowly going slack, almost rolling back.
"Hi, wh-what...? A... hngh, hiik......?!"
Panicking from the surging pleasure, Kiara's body began to stiffen.
Only external stimulation was moving her.
In this state, I slowly added more weight to her lower belly.
I started rubbing her clit—which her rigid fingers couldn't even stimulate—with my thumb—
"Grhuuk, heee... kihe- hyaaak...?! Gri, uh hngook—"
She let out moans crumbling into unheard vulgarity.
*Pshht, ssssh—*
Her urethra, forgetting even how to hold back urine, clenched tightly, squirting its shameful juices under the pressure squeezing her bladder.
*Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch—♡*
Her body, too rigid to even adapt to the climax, loosened and stiffened repeatedly on its own, shuddering wildly.
The aftershocks of an intense orgasm.
Her pussy, which she'd tried to hide by clamping her thighs in shame, stayed exposed, squirting excited pussy juice without even being touched—*splurt—♡*.
Her massively swollen tits, bloated like they'd feed several babies to bursting, jiggled with an audible *jiggle-jiggle*.
Even her nipples, poking out from the negligee, had shyly retreated inward despite her arousal.
The fingers that had been rubbing her own pussy until moments ago now clutched the bed, unable to control her body.
In the meantime, I eased the pressure on her lower belly, withdrew my hand from her pussy, and waited a long while.
"Hoo, uhngh... hngk, hng......"
The twitching that seemed endless gradually subsided, leaving only occasional jerks from her hips.
"......♥"
Without a word, Kiara looked at me with a smile finally softening her ecstasy-ravaged face.
I lay down beside her and brushed the sweat-matted hair from her face.
She obediently closed her eyes at my touch, then her lips parted slightly as she gazed at me.
"...Adrian."
"Yeah."
"......"
Her lips, which had closed as if she'd lost her words, now whispered to me shyly.
"...Can't you... do that normally too?"
"......"
"Call me casually......"
"......Yeah."
"...Is that no?"
I hesitated briefly, then answered right away.
"Means yes."
"...Hehe."
I'd originally used formal speech because I knew she wouldn't want to marry me.
But before I knew it, we'd opened our hearts this much and gone so deep.
If her words when entering the room—wanting to get close—meant that, then I should follow her lead.
Honestly, we'd basically be married, and using formal speech forever would feel too awkward. I figured we'd drop it eventually.
I just hadn't expected her to bring it up first.
"Kiara."
"Yeah...?"
This made me suddenly curious.
"Why'd you suddenly want to get close to me?"
"......"
"You don't have to answer if you don't want."
Kiara clamped her mouth shut, unable to answer hastily.
Her face slowly flushed, more from shyness than reluctance.
"...At the salon, we have... a reading circle......"
And her answer was unexpected.
"There... after reading books... we talk about them mixed with our own experiences."
"......"
"But after reading White Knight, somehow it got twisted...."
Kiara's gaze shyly shifted away.
"...Into a place to talk about lewd things we've done."
"......"
"Everyone's... doing stuff I couldn't even imagine......"
She glanced at me and finished hesitantly.
"......I wanted to share stories like that too...."
"So that's why you wanted to get close?"
"...Huh?"
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed.
I'd hoped she said it because she genuinely wanted to.
If that was the case, it was no different from getting close just to care about others' eyes.
"N-No, that's not it... um......"
As if reading my expression, Kiara waved her hands frantically.
"I-I did want to get close... but a little, I... wanted to take it slow......"
She tried to explain verbally but seemed to give up, squeezing her eyes shut.
"......I wanted to love like in a romance novel—!"
"......"
The romance novels I knew usually started with sex.
They had tags like [#BodyFirstHeartLater].
Was expecting that too much in this world?
"...But then... after the affair talk came up...."
"...Ah."
"I was afraid... you'd leave for someone else, like they said...."
"......"
I didn't want to show any guilt.
I flipped my body over hers completely.
Kiara's eyes widened at the sudden closeness.
Her breasts, exposed above the negligee, jiggled briefly. Meeting her dazed expression made me chuckle.
"Cute."
"...Huh?"
"The way you think is cute. How could my fiancée trying to hold onto me so she won't lose me not be adorable?"
"......"
Her eyes, silently watching me, grew hazy, and she smiled faintly.
"...It scared me. The way you talked earlier......"
"Hearing the reason, knowing my fiancée loves me that much—why would I hate it?"
"......"
I lowered my head slightly, bringing our faces close.
Her hazy eyes focused on me with longing—
*Smack.*
I lightly pressed my lips to hers, then slowly pulled back.
From her lips, which had pursed slightly in anticipation, came Kiara's shy words.
"...My first kiss."
Hearing that, I held back a laugh and kissed her again.
Her body, flustered with embarrassment, slowly melted.
"I'll make today the day you remember kissing the most in your life."
"...More than that—"
Kiara's arms slowly rose, pulling my neck close.
"Every day... more than yesterday, please...."
"What if you forget the day of your first kiss?"
"...That's fine."
I matched her pull on my neck and pressed our lips together once more.
"I won't forget."
"...Then, Kiara."
To ensure she never forgot this first, I'd help too.
"I'll give you a first you'll never forget."
"......"
Silent Kiara answered by pulling me into another embrace.
