Taming Clafoutis Magica: Serving Ramnusia
"To think you would actually strip completely naked... Have you no shame at all, indeed?"
Clafoutis had played her final card. She had promised to serve me if I stripped completely naked.
Of course, having absolutely no sense of shame, I easily shed my uniform and underwear, sitting on the bed completely bare.
"When Clafoutis-senpai offers to, um, serve me, what kind of student wouldn't strip?"
"...You have done something utterly reckless, indeed. What would you do if I were to ambush or attack you while you are naked, I wonder?"
"Do you really think you could beat me in a physical fight, Senpai?"
Clafoutis swallowed hard, the corner of her mouth twitching.
"A-And besides, I'm not a complete fool, you know."
"...At least one servant waiting outside... That was a foolishly obvious question, indeed."
Clafoutis Magica darted her dark eyes around before finally approaching me as I sat on the bed.
She wasn't serving a man, but rather performing a sudden sexual service for another girl. Yet, a remarkably sweet scent was wafting from Clafoutis's body. Was it because she had scrubbed herself clean with the soap I prepared yesterday? Or was it because she hadn't stepped foot outside for twenty-four hours, leaving only her lovely, natural scent to linger faintly?
It was an astonishingly sweet and pleasantly intoxicating aroma.
"I shall... serve you... properly, indeed."
Faced with this sudden turn of events, the clever Clafoutis hesitated before pressing her body against mine. She watched my expression intently, naturally pressing her soft, voluptuous breasts against me.
How should I describe this position? As I lay back, Clafoutis's breasts pressed explicitly against mine. With our chests pressed together, she looked down at me, and it was strangely, incredibly erotic.
"Senpai's breasts... Ehehehe, did you know they're incredibly soft and squishy?"
I had only praised the softness of the breasts she offered, but Clafoutis knit her brows. She must find this deeply humiliating.
"...Ramnusia's breasts are also..."
Clafoutis muttered, but a noble young lady who had always been distant from sexual matters couldn't just blurt out a sexual compliment. In the end, unable to bring herself to say my breasts were soft or large, she shifted her upper body, awkwardly rubbing our breasts together before moving her hands to fondle me.
"What about my breasts?"
My cute senpai's breast play was incredibly clumsy. I wanted to praise her for focusing on my nipples and areolas rather than just kneading my flesh, but she lacked any real technique or strength.
It didn't feel like a tickling feather, nor did it have the sharp sensation of fingernails. It wasn't even the rough tugging of a boy going through puberty. It felt nice, yet it was an awkwardly lacking caress.
"They seem to have a lovely shape, indeed..."
"They're on the smaller side compared to your sloshing water balloons, Senpai."
"Hngh..."
When I lightly grabbed her breast and gave it a firm, squishing squeeze, Clafoutis let out a strangely pained groan and trembled.
"Haah, haah..."
Clafoutis's dark eyes trembled pitifully. She must have realized it too. As she fondled my breasts, she could feel that my nipples hadn't hardened much, and my body wasn't radiating an erotic heat.
Anyone with common sense would know what would happen next. I would never reach climax, and Clafoutis would have to keep clumsily fumbling around forever, desperately trying to please me.
In the worst-case scenario, I would say, "That didn't feel good at all. Zero points," and refuse to give her the 7 points. Ultimately, Clafoutis Magica had to take a gamble.
"...I shall serve you, indeed."
Finally, Clafoutis squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in my chest.
"W-Woah... Haah...! Senpai?!"
The elegant, refined young lady kissed my nipple once, then rubbed her lips against my areola and began to suck. Slurp, suck, squelch! With explicit wet sounds, Clafoutis's tongue gently teased my nipple.
"Ha, this is...!"
An erotic sensation that I could never feel through masturbation surged from my nipple. Since neither Keres nor Laura had ever done this for me, it felt incredibly lewd.
Her soft, wet tongue gently licked my nipple, the tip tickling and caressing the erect bud. Just from that, a strange throbbing signal pulsed in my lower abdomen, and heat rushed through my entire body.
"Huu, ooh... You're surprisingly good at... sucking nipples... Ahhn!"
Clafoutis kneaded my breast with her right hand while gently pinching and twisting my nipple with her left. This was amazing. Just having my breasts touched didn't bring much pleasure beyond the sensation of flesh on flesh... but now it was different!
With my wet, tingling nipple being tickled and stimulated, the touch on my breast flesh suddenly sent waves of pleasure through me. It was just a ticklish sensation, but it was more than enough.
"Suck, mm... slurp..."
Clafoutis kept darting her dark eyes to look at me as I panted. Seeing that she was getting the desired reaction, she seemed pleased, her eyebrows curving beautifully. At the same time, her tongue flicked faster, and she slid her thigh between my legs.
"Ahhh, ah... Senpai, mm... Ah, are you sure you weren't interested in girls? Ah, n-ngh! You're sucking my breast so...!"
"Any person would desire to suck the breasts of a beautiful young lady like Miss Ramnusia, indeed."
Even talking dirty...!
Clafoutis flashed a lovely smile, deliberately letting go of my nipple, and stuck her tongue out long to lick my breast slowly, as if licking an ice cream bar.
"H-Hnghhh...!"
The tingling pleasure was truly incredible. On top of that, Clafoutis didn't just stop at my breasts; she slowly licked her way down the side of my chest.
"Hah, hngh...! Mm, that's... somewhat strange...!"
Her tongue, starting from my nipple, traced down my side and licked my armpit, sending a literal shiver down my spine. Was there some hidden pleasure zone I didn't know about? A sensation fundamentally different from when Laura licked my armpits surged into my mind.
Smooch...
Pulling her face away from my armpit, Clafoutis swallowed hard and gently stroked the area around my belly button with her finger.
"Haah, haah... Senpai, haah..."
My heart pounded like crazy. Clafoutis continued to stroke near my navel, then stared intently at my lower abdomen with a reluctant expression. There, of course, lay my wet, aroused pussy.
"In the end..."
Making someone squirt just from breast play was a difficult task. I thought so, and Clafoutis seemed to agree. Darting her dark eyes around, Clafoutis finally bent her upper body down.
"...Cough."
Burying her face near my crotch, Clafoutis coughed briefly, then lifted her head to look at me again. As expected, the "scent of the same sex" wasn't something she could easily accept right away.
Overwhelmed by the erotic scent, Clafoutis gently brought her right hand to my pussy and began to stroke it with her palm.
"Ha, haah... Senpai's hand..."
Her hand, which felt moderately cool, stroked my hot pussy only a few times, yet my entrance throbbed lewdly. Love juice gushed out so heavily that even I felt a bit embarrassed.
"You are quite... wet, indeed."
Muttering, Clafoutis continued to gently caress my pussy with her palm. This was also wonderful. Having someone else touch your pussy was so thrilling it made your flesh tremble.
"Haah, haah... Senpai... Clafoutis-senpai. Um, just like you did with my breasts, I want you to lick my pussy too."
Without giving a clear answer, Clafoutis stared at me silently, then glared intently at my pussy. The fleshy folds were slick with sticky, overflowing fluids.
To a noble lady, it must look grotesque.
"Huu..."
Clafoutis let out a long sigh, then grabbed my thighs with both hands and pried them wide open. Being forced open so wide that I could feel my lower entrance gaping made me feel a bit shy after all.
Smooch...
Clafoutis gently kissed my pussy. While it didn't feel physically amazing, it gave me a thrilling psychological pleasure.
"I shall lick you, indeed. However... since it is my first time, please tell me if it hurts or if you do not find it pleasant..."
With an expression of utter resignation, Clafoutis squeezed her eyes shut. Her brows knit so tightly she looked like she was scowling.
It was the absolute best. I could clearly feel that Clafoutis Magica was forcing herself to serve me just to give me pleasure.
"Slurp... lick..."
Unlike when she licked my nipples, Clafoutis's tongue was very slow. She had barely any strength. She simply pressed the tip of her tongue gently against my erect clitoris, stimulating it.
Naturally, this felt the best. I knew very well that the clit was the most sensitive, spine-tingling spot. But it was lacking—definitely lacking. The pleasure was there, but this wasn't what I truly wanted.
"Haah, hngh..."
As Clafoutis gently rubbed her tongue side-to-side against my erect clit and licked from bottom to top like a cat lapping up water, I softly stroked her head. Her blue hair shimmered beautifully, making her look incredibly lovely.
"Slurp, lick... smooch..."
"Cla... haah... Clafoutis-senpai... L-Lick my pussy more deeply."
"..."
As expected, Clafoutis hesitated. She probably didn't want to taste all of my juices.
After hesitating for a long moment, Clafoutis closed her eyes even tighter, stuck her tongue out long, pressed the tip against my perineum, and slowly licked upward.
"Ah, haah...!"
As expected, it felt dangerously good. Was it because I could see with my own eyes Clafoutis licking my dripping pussy with her entire tongue? My heart pounded to a dangerous degree.
Ah! There was no way this wouldn't feel amazing! A senpai who didn't have a shred of interest in girls was desperately licking my pussy! It was so lovely how she licked up the juices every time my entrance throbbed and spilled them!
"Slurp... mm, gulp... slurp, haah..."
"Haah, haah! Senpai! Clafoutis-senpai! What does my pussy taste like?"
Flinching, Clafoutis opened her eyes to look at me, then slowly pulled her mouth away from my pussy.
"It... it is delicious, indeed."
"I mean, what kind of taste and what kind of smell?"
"...Miss Ramnusia's pussy... at first, I felt it was salty, but now it is slightly sour and has a bit of a fishy taste, indeed."
So she really was forcing herself. It was clear she didn't find it tasty, which made her answer highly satisfying.
"And the smell?"
"Ugh... Do you truly wish to hear it, indeed?"
"Yes, tell me honestly."
"It... it is intense, indeed. At first... I detected the scent of urine. After that, it was strangely fishy, damp... sour... yet also had a sweet, peach-like aroma, indeed."
After speaking, Clafoutis closed her eyes and shuddered. It was clear she hated describing the smell in such detail.
"Ah, good. Very good. Now, Senpai, keep licking my pussy."
"Mmph...!?"
I pressed down firmly on the back of Clafoutis's head, forcing her to kiss my pussy. She was so startled I could feel her hot breath puffing out roughly.
But what could she do? To end this terrible, lewd service as quickly as possible, Clafoutis desperately worked her tongue. She moved it relentlessly, her breath hitching.
"Ah, ahh! That's... c-cheating...!"
It was incredibly adorable how she even showed off some technique, pressing the tip of her tongue flat against my clitoris and rubbing it stickily side-to-side.
Her desperate desire to make me climax quickly, her yearning to escape this service as soon as possible—it was so palpable and lovely that it drove me crazy...!
"Ah, ahhn...! Ha, haah! Senpai, Senpai! Senpai! I-I'm cumming! I'm going to...!"
— Twitch! Squirt!
"Mmph...?!?"
Having taken a massive spray of my pussy juice directly to her face, Clafoutis opened her eyes in shock, then roughly wiped her face with both hands as if washing it.
"Ugh... kh..."
With an expression bordering on pure disgust, Clafoutis clenched her fists and looked down at me as I panted. Her face practically screamed her desire to strangle me right then and there.
"Haah, haah... Senpai... You did well. As a reward, I'll give you a full 7 points."
"Ugh... th-thank you... indeed..."
Her face a messy, sticky ruin of my juices, Clafoutis couldn't even bring herself to touch me as I panted on the bed, forcing out her gratitude.
If Clafoutis is this obedient, I might actually be able to have a proper conversation with her soon.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow.