Chapter 326: Bread and Dagger (24)[R-18]
Chapter 326: Bread and Dagger (24)[R-18]
Of everyone I knew, Reto was the one who understood women best.
He boasted handsome looks and a silver tongue—the perfect combination for a man who spent his time dallying with all sorts of women.
Consequently, rumors and gossip followed his every move.
For instance, there were stories of him having an affair with his lover’s younger sister.
Or that he had spent a night with a professor who was considered a flower on a high cliff, utterly unreachable.
There was even a rumor that a woman who harbored a one-sided love for him had made a scene by threatening suicide. Most of these were exaggerations, but a few of those rumors were the absolute truth, without a single word of fabrication added.
For the record, the stories listed above fell into the latter category.
Even though he was my friend, Reto’s history with women was impossible to defend.
Such messy relationships were bound to invite tragedy.
My friend Reto was no exception.
He had to pay a steep price for enjoying his youth so recklessly.
It was common for him to be cut off by close friends or to be followed by stalkers.
There were even a few times when he was nearly stabbed.
Perhaps that was why Reto had settled most of his romantic entanglements by the time he reached the upper grades.
Of course, he claimed he simply wanted to focus on his studies. Whether that was a bluff or his sincere feelings, I couldn't tell. Reto was an expert at hiding his true thoughts.
However, one thing was certain.
Reto had quieted down since then. Yet, as if his nature hadn't changed entirely, he would still occasionally launch into long-winded lectures about women.
Most of them were based on his own experiences.
They were Reto’s honest feelings, things he wouldn't easily reveal to others.
Among those many stories was one about a one-night stand.
Reto’s reflection on it was surprisingly blunt.
"It felt... empty."
His voice was desolate, lacking even the slightest hint of inflection.
At the time, I was sitting across from him, sipping a drink through a straw. I glanced at him, my eyes filled with doubt.
It was an unexpected remark coming from a womanizer like Reto.
I thought a one-night stand would be nothing to him.
But it didn't seem like a lie. Reto’s complexion looked somewhat gloomy as he made that confession.
I decided to play along to cheer up my depressed friend.
"Empty? I thought you said pleasure without responsibility was the best."
"Of course, that belief hasn't changed. It’s just, how should I put it..."
Reto scratched his head vigorously, unable to find the right words. His irritated gestures clearly revealed his unpleasant state of mind.
Still, Reto was Reto.
Before long, his eloquence began to flow again.
"You see, I thought I could view women as tools. Like disposables for pleasure... but when I actually did it, it wasn't like that."
"So you still have a human heart left in you after all."
At this startling discovery, I found myself making the sign of the cross.
"Immanuel," I added, which made Reto look even more displeased.
Of course, I didn't care in the slightest.
It was an objective fact that Reto had hurt countless women.
Reto didn't seem to want to argue with that, either. He simply let out a sigh and continued his unfinished thought.
"Hey, you won't know until you experience it yourself. When it’s over and you’re lying next to them, that’s when your senses come back... and a question flashes through your mind. What on earth am I doing with this person?"
"That’s because you lost to your desires..."
"Shut up and just listen, will you?"
Irritation was starting to creep into Reto’s voice.
I kept my mouth shut, sensing that he might actually get angry if I provoked him further. Only then did Reto add to his story in a slightly more relaxed tone.
"So, my conclusion is this. New women are great, but it’s better if there’s a denser exchange of emotions beforehand. Of course, if time is tight, there’s nothing you can do."
It was a conclusion that was very much like Reto.
I couldn't help but snort in disbelief.
"Wait, you said it was empty. Then just don't sleep with them..."
"Are you crazy?"
However, my advice was met with immediate and dramatic resistance.
Reto looked at me as if I were talking nonsense.
"How can you not eat a feast that’s already been served?"
Back then, I took it as the ramblings of a beast crazed with lust.
But now, I finally understood how Reto felt.
He wasn't some incarnation of lust. He was simply a perfectly normal man.
Just like I was now.
It was an impulsive decision.
It might have been the alcohol, or perhaps the desires I had suppressed until now had reached their limit.
It had been difficult to endure Senior Delphine’s temptation, after all.
Whatever the cause, the result was clear.
Senior Delphine was lying on the soft bed.
And I was sprawled over her as if I had pounced. This was the situation I found myself in once I came to my senses.
Am I drunk?
The sound of my pounding heart was too loud. My hand was layered over Senior Delphine’s supple breast. I felt like I was losing my mind from her sweet scent that filled my nostrils.
Senior Delphine said nothing.
She only looked up at me with desperate eyes, her breathing ragged.
It was hard for me to guess her true intentions.
Did Senior Delphine want to sleep with me?
It was such a sudden proposal. Until just a moment ago, she had seemed to be playing a mischievous prank.
All sorts of questions began to resonate and hum in my head. I tried to part my lips to ask something, but I eventually gave up.
It was because Senior Delphine’s arms had wrapped around my neck.
The sound of her faint panting brushed against my ear.
"Don't hesitate."
She spoke as if she had read my inner thoughts.
I felt a tremor in my hand, which had come to a halt.
Senior Delphine gave a sad smile.
"It’s just for one night... a very short day in a long life."
It was a mournful persuasion.
I applied a bit of strength to my hand. Senior Delphine’s breast pressed between my fingers, conveying a soft and elastic sensation.
Only then did Senior Delphine let out a small moan.
"I... I want to forget, just for a moment. I want to think of nothing, absolutely nothing... Will you make it so, Master?"
The thread of my reason snapped once again.
My hand fumbled with Senior Delphine’s underwear.
Before long, the thin fabric covering her breasts was stripped away. I didn't know the exact method, but I was a powerhouse who had reached the level of an Expert.
Underwear couldn't withstand it if I applied force.
It was also a sign of how excited I was.
Beyond the milk-white cleavage I had always seen, those voluptuous curves revealed themselves to the world.
I marveled at the fleeting memory.
The impression still remained in my mind.
On the day I first had a drink with Senior Delphine, we had sparred, wielding a hand axe and a dagger. At that time, I had caught a brief glimpse of Senior Delphine’s naked body.
Skin as white as a blank canvas, and rosy tips.
It was exactly as I had seen.
The difference was that, back then, Senior Delphine was a flower I couldn't even touch.
A woman I had happened to glimpse, but never dared to even think of touching.
But that wasn't the case now.
On the contrary, Senior Delphine was pleading with me.
To toy with her body to my heart's content and bleach her mind white.
That she just wanted to be a female.
There was no man who could refuse this.
Including me.
Senior Delphine blushed slightly and averted her gaze.
It had been a long time since I’d seen her look so shy.
"You’re my first."
I didn't bluntly ask, First what?
Even the common question of whether it was really okay to give her precious first experience to me was deleted.
I only thought that I should respond to Senior Delphine’s desperate gaze.
When I squeezed Senior Delphine’s breast firmly, a feverish moan escaped her.
"Hng, ah...!"
It was the first time I realized Senior Delphine could make such a fragile sound.
I admired Senior Delphine, half-dazed.
The elastic flesh that changed shape every time I applied pressure.
The face of a woman biting her lip slightly while letting out sweet moans.
Even her body, with thighs pressed tight, twitching at the stimulation.
Everything was a first.
My clumsy touch couldn't contain my excitement. From her breasts up to the tips, my hands trembled yet provided strong pressure.
It should have been painful.
No woman could train such a secret and intimate place. Her soft skin proved as much.
Was she not letting out faint moans even at a slight graze?
Yet, Senior Delphine did not complain of pain.
Instead, she returned a voice drenched in pleasure.
"Ah, hng! M-more..."
A heated plea dwelled in her crimson eyes.
Even the color of her eyes was provocative.
Boiling emotions were exhaled as desire.
"More, break me more... Haaah?!"
As I squeezed and twisted the tip, Senior Delphine’s back arched.
It was the most dramatic reaction I had seen so far.
Instinctively, I brought my face closer to hers.
A distance where our breaths mingled.
Even the sound of her breathing was sweet.
Yet, I still couldn't discard a final shred of hesitation.
Is it right to do this?
Suddenly, the days I spent with the Saintess came to mind.
Her gentle smile and prickly attitude, the way she would boast and then quickly turn red.
I had once laid hands on that pure body.
And then I thought of Elsie.
The lovely senior who had confessed her sincere feelings to me—it was the first time in my life.
So many others came to mind that I was thrown into confusion.
Just as I was hesitating.
"I told you."
A sweet voice wafted to the tip of my nose.
Senior Delphine spoke with her lips so close they almost touched mine.
"Let’s not care about anything..."
And then, the woman’s eyes slowly closed.
Our lips overlapped.
Our tongues intertwined, and by the time a primal stimulation surged down my spine...
Strangely enough, Senior Delphine was right.
I couldn't think of anything else.
The night was still young.