Trying to Hold Back: Day 5 - 1
“Heheung, heung~”
It had already been five days since we set out on our pilgrimage.
Because we’d spent such long nights together, it felt like far more time had passed, yet I was surprised to realize it hadn’t even been a full week.
“Morris, Morris~”
Irene tapped my arm as she called my name.
“Want an apple? Should I peel one for you?”
They were apples we’d bought in the village we passed earlier. I’d picked up a few to snack on during the ride.
I nodded.
“Heheheheung~”
Irene began peeling the apple with a hum, slicing it cleanly with her dagger without a single wasted cut.
“Here. Say ah~”
“Ah.”
Since I was holding the reins, my hands weren’t free. Irene cut the pieces into perfect bite-sized chunks and slipped them straight into my mouth.
“Good, right? They’re in season so they’re super fresh~”
“It is good. I heard this region is famous for apples.”
“Really? We got lucky then~”
Irene swung her legs beside me, her face glowing with delight at how sweet and delicious the apple was.
“Morris, how much farther to the next pilgrimage site?”
“Hmm? Probably another full day?”
“Really? So we’re almost there? Nice~ It’s so close~”
Today Irene seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood.
I figured it was thanks to the deep kissing we’d shared all last night. We’d kept our tongues tangled together, refusing to part until we were both exhausted and fell asleep.
After holding back for so long, Irene appeared thoroughly satisfied with this long-awaited intimacy. It made sense—she was humming nonstop, initiating more physical contact, complaining less, and hadn’t nagged me once.
I never expected it to work this well.
I wondered how she’d change after this.
“Morris, Morris, look over there!”
Irene tugged my arm and pointed. A pair of rabbits were mating right in front of us.
“Uhu hu… They’re doing something that feels good too~”
“…”
Then Irene’s hand drifted toward her own crotch. Worried she might start touching herself, I gently caught her wrist and moved it away.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just… didn’t want you getting wet again.”
After days of nothing but teasing, Irene was constantly soaked. I’d been worried enough to buy multiple spare undergarments, extra towels, and blankets. I’d even laid a mat across the driver’s seat as a precaution.
“You know what, Morris?”
“What?”
“I heard rabbits mate really fast… thirty seconds at most? The male just hammers the female super quick and then finishes…”
She gave me a wicked smile.
I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but I could guess.
It sounded a lot like she was saying, I’ll wait until you thrust it in♡
“Isn’t it amazing that they can reproduce from just that, Morris?”
“…It really is.”
“Finishing sex in thirty seconds, pumping semen straight into the womb and getting her pregnant… Humans are on a completely different level…”
As she spoke, she pressed closer and began stroking my body again. Her breathing grew heavier, and soon she kissed me.
She must have reached her limit and used the excuse on purpose.
I let go of the reins and stopped the horse.
Irene didn’t miss her chance. She covered both my ears with her hands and dove into my mouth. I grabbed her waist; she immediately climbed on top of me, closed her eyes, and started a deep kiss.
“Chuurup…”
It was gentler than yesterday. Softer. Sweeter. It felt less like colliding lust and more like expressing affection. Slowly she teased every part of my tongue, tasting me, silently begging me to suck on hers too. I obliged, focusing on the tip of her tongue.
With my ears covered, all I could hear was the sound of us sucking each other’s tongues. The birds, insects, and wind disappeared. Only the wet, slippery sounds of saliva-drenched flesh filled my ears.
It made our kiss feel unbelievably lewd.
“Mmm…”
Irene’s body twitched. Her arms tightened around me. The strength in her embrace felt like it might tear through my clothes as she clung to me with desperate force.
I slid the hand on her waist upward and gently stroked her hair.
“Mmm…?”
Irene opened her eyes for a moment. So did I. We looked at each other with smiling eyes. The sight was so endearing that I kept stroking her head.
“Heung~”
She hummed happily, licked a long stroke along the top of my tongue, then pulled back.
“Hah…”
She caught her breath, still wrapped around me with a sultry smile.
“The kiss… was nice, right? I went easier than yesterday.”
“…Yeah. It was good.”
“Let me see…?”
Her hand trailed down my pants and gave the prominent bulge a few playful taps. She smiled again, clearly pleased.
“Mm, it’s gotten nice and thick, hasn’t it?”
“…”
“If I ate it up right now, I bet it would taste amazing…”
She leaned forward as if she were about to take me into her mouth, but stopped just short. Only her hot, excited breaths teased the tip.
“I guess I’ll have to wait until it gets even thicker?”
She pulled back with a laugh, looking up at me.
God, I want to fuck her. Right now. Rip my pants open, slam into her mouth, and pump thick ropes of cum straight down her throat.
I want to feed her so much she’d choke on it.
I want that blowjob so fucking bad.
Ah. So that’s what this is.
“You… You’re provoking me on purpose, aren’t you?”
At my question, Irene gave me a strange smile and narrowed her eyes. Then she climbed on top of me again.
“You finally noticed? I was curious how long you could hold back while I was suffering.”
“You…”
“I’m constantly getting wet, leaking all over my clothes, having to change every time, and you’re just sitting there like it’s nothing~?”
She licked my cheek, then moved her lips to my ear.
“It’s unfair.”
The whisper snapped something inside me. I pounced on her.
“…”
“Haa… Haa…”
Irene lay on the driver’s seat, catching her breath while smiling up at me.
“Can’t hold back anymore?”
“…”
“We promised we’d endure, remember?”
“…We did.”
“Then what about our promise now?”
“…Good question.”
“What do you want to do?”
“…”
I was breathing hard too. Our mingled breaths revealed how aroused we both were, how ready our bodies were to mate.
“What should we do?”
“…”
“Should we break the promise… and just do it?”
“…”
“Morris?”
I claimed her mouth.
I bit her upper lip, then her lower one, shoving my tongue inside to explore every inch. I held her face so she couldn’t pull away. This tongue was mine. These lips were mine. Only I could taste them.
Irene wrapped her arms around me, accepting my fierce kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut as she stroked my back.
I kept kissing her. My hand moved lower on its own.
One hand brushed across her breast. The other slid down her thigh, stroking the soft skin until my fingers reached the warm, plump mound between her legs.
Just do it.
Break the promise.
Break the curiosity.
Everything we’ve been holding back.
The promise.
We—
“Whoa there.”
A stranger’s voice made me snap my head up in shock.
“Young couple’s really going at it, huh? Hehehe.”
A middle-aged man drinking from a water skin was watching us from his carriage right beside ours. Next to him sat a middle-aged woman who appeared to be his wife.
Both of them were smiling.
“H-Hiiik?!”
Irene jumped up with a startled squeak and clung to me. We were both dying of embarrassment at having our kiss witnessed.
But the couple simply chuckled and kept watching us with warm eyes.
“It’s wonderful when young people are in love. But doing that sort of thing out in the open can cause problems, you know.”
“Y-yes…”
I answered awkwardly. Irene buried her burning face in my chest, too flustered to speak.
“We happen to run an inn nearby. Would you like to stay? You two look like you’re on your honeymoon.”
Honeymoon.
I considered saying we were just traveling friends, but it would probably complicate things.
“Y-yes… We’re on a pilgrimage for our honeymoon.”
The man burst out laughing.
“Ah, to be young! Seeking each other’s affection on a pilgrimage! Honey, doesn’t it remind you of us?”
“Ohoho, it really does. We were just as passionate back then.”
“Anyway, follow us. We’ll give the newlyweds our best room with a large bed, and breakfast is on the house tomorrow. How does that sound?”
We needed a place to stay soon anyway, and turning down a good opportunity from a chance meeting didn’t seem wise.
“Irene, should we go?”
She gave a small, silent nod against my chest.
“My w-wife says yes too. We’ll follow you.”
“Hahaha! What a wonderful occasion! A newlywed couple staying at our inn! Come along!”
We followed the cheerfully laughing man down the road.