Hiding the Fact That It Was Her First Kiss
"Kiss…?"
Angela looked up at me in bewilderment, her confusion plain in her eyes.
She seemed even more shaken than she had when I first whispered that we should call this practice.
"Yes."
"Kissing is a little…."
"You said you’d help me practice as long as I didn’t insert anything."
"I did, but…."
Before she could finish trailing off, I cut in.
"Then that means kissing is fine, doesn’t it?"
"I never imagined you’d ask for a kiss, Ian. Kissing is something people do when they truly love each other…."
"Exactly why we have to practice it. It’s the most important, and the clearest, way to show affection."
"Practice…."
I could feel her inner conflict all the way from where I stood.
We’d already done things far more indecent than kissing, and not just once or twice, yet Angela still couldn’t bring herself to accept my request lightly.
Still, I understood. Kissing had far more to do with confirming feelings than the other vulgar acts, so her reaction made perfect sense.
And according to Verita, Angela had never even kissed anyone before. That was probably part of it, too.
"Yes. It’s practice for kissing with sincere love in your heart. And they say the more you kiss, the better you get."
"…."
"It’s fine. It’s only practice. Of course my feelings for you are sincere, but I’m still going to marry Selena as promised, so as long as you don’t forget that this is practice, there’s no problem."
"…All right."
Her troubled head gave a small nod.
It seemed my promise to keep my word had helped her make up her mind.
"Thank you."
I placed my hands on her shoulders and slowly drew closer. Angela swallowed hard, then closed her eyes tightly, her whole body tense.
The defenseless face reflected in my eyes was beautiful.
Even with her mature features and lush body, there was something irresistibly lovely about the way she pressed her lips together and grew tense like a girl.
I pulled her rigid shoulders lightly toward me and brushed my lips against her tightly sealed mouth.
"Mmm…."
I could feel the softness of Angela’s lips, but that was all.
Since she still had her mouth shut and her body stiff with nerves, it amounted to little more than a light bird kiss.
Of course I had no intention of stopping there, so I slipped my tongue out and eased it between her lips.
"Hah…!"
For an instant Angela froze, but then she gathered herself and accepted my tongue.
I pressed in further, parting my lips and sliding my tongue over hers, beginning to taste her thoroughly.
"Angela…."
She was so visibly intimidated that she might as well have been advertising the fact that this was her first kiss.
She simply held still, offering her lips for mine to bite and savor, and when my tongue tangled with hers, she looked completely at a loss.
Her nervous inexperience was adorable, and I wanted to handle her gently, but my eager mouth and tongue were determined to sample her at their own pace.
"Mmmph, mmn… mm, haaaah!"
At last, the usually obedient Angela pulled away from me.
"S-sorry. Haa, haa. I ran out of breath, so…."
She must have been holding it the entire time.
No wonder I hadn’t felt the warm breath I’d been looking forward to at all.
"You can breathe, you know."
"I was worried I might smell bad…."
From the very beginning, Angela had been unintentionally advertising the fact that this was her first kiss with all her might.
"It’s fine. I didn’t smell anything."
Maybe it was all in my head, but it wasn’t just that there was no smell—her kiss was so sweet it almost felt like I was sucking on candy.
"Th-that’s a relief."
"How was my kiss? It was pretty lacking, wasn’t it? I’m sure you had more experience than I do, Angela…."
"Huh? W-well…."
She avoided my eyes, looking troubled.
I wasn’t trying to pry into her past.
I was only saying and doing the things I would have said and done if I didn’t know her story.
No one in the world would be happy to have their shame and wounds exposed to someone else, so I intended to pretend I knew nothing about her past.
"…It felt good."
"Really? That’s a relief. Maybe it was because I put my heart into it."
"E-even so, it’s just practice. I could feel your sincerity, but it’s practice for expressing sincerity. So even if I could feel your sincerity, it’s still not sincerity, it’s practice… well, expressing sincerity, but…."
At the word sincerity, she grew flustered and started rambling.
The way she muttered nonsense she herself couldn’t make sense of made it seem as though she was scolding herself.
It’s practice, so don’t get confused by my sincerity.
"I’ll keep going. I want to get good enough that you’ll be satisfied, Angela."
Just as I leaned in again, she suddenly drew her head back and said,
"Ian, the truth is…."
"Yes?"
"This is my first kiss."
"Really?"
The face she nodded with was the reddest I’d seen all day.
"I-it’s strange, isn’t it? I’m married and have a daughter, and yet this is my first kiss. But I felt too guilty to keep hiding it from you…."
"Ah…."
"I’m sorry. The truth is, I’m not in any position to judge you, Ian."
She was exposing her own shame simply because she felt sorry toward me. She was far too kind.
Her consideration warmed my heart, but she still wore a gloomy expression, so I smiled brightly and said,
"That’s great. Selena probably hasn’t had her first kiss yet either, so you’ll be able to judge me from the same position."
"Is, is that so…?"
"Yes. And honestly, I’m happy that I’m the one who got to be your first kiss, Angela. It makes me feel like I’ve become someone special to you."
"…."
Not knowing what to say, she worried her lips between her teeth.
She looked complicated—embarrassed, but not displeased.
"It’s true that my kiss felt good, right?"
"…Yes."
"Then I’ll work hard so it feels even better next time."
I took her shoulders again and pressed my lips to hers.
Angela was stiff as before, but every now and then she moved her lips and tongue to help with the kiss.
"Mmm, mm… mmph, mmn."
A woman who held the lofty position of a corporate chairman, and whose beauty surpassed even a celebrity’s, was kissing me.
The illusion that I owned her, the happiness of it all, naturally made my hands drift to her full breasts.
"Hup! Mmph, mmph… mmmn."
Angela let out a startled little sound through her nose, but soon went docile again and accepted my tongue.
The taste of her saliva and tongue was intoxicating, and the sensation of her breasts in my hands was so exquisite that I was dying to relieve the pressure in my lower body.
So I kept stroking her, rubbing my already long-hard cock against her stomach.
"Mmmph, mm. I-Ian, it’s touching me…."
That was all she said.
Even with the filthy thing of a man brushing against her precious body, she didn’t reject me or try to stop the contact.
As I shifted my hips back and forth, grinding my cock up and down against her belly, a strong wave of pleasure rolled through me and made it throb even harder.
"You’re so beautiful, Angela. I’ve always wanted to do this to you."
"R-really…? Mmph, mmn."
By now she was naturally keeping up with the practice.
Her kisses, however, were still clumsy.
With my mouth I tasted her saliva, with my hands I kneaded her breasts, and with my cock I savored the soft warmth of her stomach while I conveyed my affection to her.
Swish, swish.
The feel of Angela’s skin against the underside of my cock was wonderful.
Her flesh, just the right amount of softness and fullness, wrapped itself gently around me, and before I knew it my hips were moving on their own.
As the sensation grew stronger, I stopped kissing her, met her gaze, and started pumping my hips more quickly.
Swish, swish, swish.
"Your stomach is so soft, Angela. It feels amazing."
"I’ve only gotten fat with age. It’s just ugly…."
"Not at all. It’s beautiful, and sexy. Your face, your breasts, your stomach—everything about you."
Her face flushed red as she turned her gaze away from me.
Keeping hold of her breasts like handles, I began to slam my hips harder.
Shhk, shhk, shhk, shhk.
"Hngh, mm…."
Angela held her breath and let out a faint moan.
Still, I kept moving at a brisk pace, stamping the scent of my cock onto her stomach.
I liked the weight of her breasts in my hands, too, and I kneaded them freely, reshaping them as I pleased.
"I love you, Angela."
"…."
She kept her eyes on the floor and gave no answer.
But she no longer interrupted our practice the way she had before.
As we continued pressing our bodies together, the urge to cum rose until, without warning, I released inside her.
"Ah—!"
Angela jolted and shut her eyes tightly, but she didn’t turn away or pull her body back.
A moment later, after the climax passed, the semen I’d spilled over her body trickled down thickly, like condensed milk poured over shaved ice.
"I’m sorry, Angela. Your body felt too good."
"It’s all right. If you don’t let it out like this, it’ll just feel frustrating, won’t it?"
Already used to it, Angela said that as though she understood.
"How was it? I tried to put as much affection into it as I could."
When I asked for her thoughts, she blushed and opened her mouth carefully.
"It felt good… gentle, but rough at the same time. O-of course, that doesn’t mean I felt anything else. This is practice…."
Watching her make excuses no one had asked for, I could tell my affection had been getting through to her and leaving her confused.
Which meant this method was working.
"I’ll be counting on you from now on. I want to get better at kissing and touching so I can make my partner feel even better."
"…I will."
Her answer sounded like a bashful bride’s, and I found myself unable to resist again, so I took her shoulders once more.
"Of course, today too."
"Yes…."
Even this time, Angela didn’t avoid my approaching lips.
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Last night’s practice in showing affection with Angela ended smoothly.
Not only kissing, but even hand relief and fellatio—I received all of it and came into her body several times, very satisfied indeed.
There were no obvious changes in Angela’s attitude.
Still, this was only the beginning, and since she didn’t seem to feel any real aversion to my advances, I was in high spirits.
Right now I was busily cleaning an empty room in the mansion.
A cleaning crew came by in the mornings, but only on weekdays, and since the mansion was so huge, they couldn’t possibly keep every corner of it spotless.
That was why the master of the house and the butlers would often set aside a day to clean the dusty places themselves.
Today was Saturday, and with everyone home, it was the perfect day for a major cleaning.
…Still, this house is way too big for only five people. Cleaning’s going to take forever.
Angela, kind soul that she was, was helping the butlers as usual, but that daughter of hers had holed up in her room, which meant there were really only four of us doing the work.
It had only been a little while since lunch, so by the time we finished cleaning, we’d probably have to start preparing dinner right away.
Maybe we’d even have to resume cleaning after dinner.
…Well, it doesn’t happen that often. Might as well take it easy.
With that thought in mind, I was pushing the vacuum cleaner into every corner when something suddenly grabbed my shoulder.
"Whoa, Jesus—!"
When I turned around, there was none other than Verita.
My hand trembling, I switched off the vacuum and heard her voice.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I’m fine. You scared the hell out of me, though."
"I apologize. I couldn’t tell whether you heard me over the vacuum cleaner."
After finally calming my heart from almost jumping out of my chest, I asked the completely expressionless woman who had nearly scared my soul loose,
"So what brings you here?"
"I was curious whether you and the chairman had made any progress. You did go to the bathhouse yesterday, did you not?"
"Ah. We didn’t make a ton of progress, but I think it’s going smoothly."
I didn’t tell her that Angela had asked me to marry her daughter, or that we’d been pressing our bodies together under the pretext of practice.
Angela didn’t want anyone else to know about that.
Verita only knew that I was actively courting Angela.
"I see."
Verita answered with a serious face.
Of course, there wasn’t much difference from her usual expressionless look.
"Then I assume insertion has not happened yet. Penetrative sex is proof that the chairman’s heart has opened that much, so I’m looking forward to it."
"If you spend enough time together steadily, won’t her heart open naturally?"
"So it would seem. Understood. Then I shall take my leave."
…What?
She didn’t even tell me what exactly she understood before offering her farewell and leaving the room.
She was the type to say incomprehensible things all the time, so I didn’t dwell on it and went back to cleaning.
Was this about done?
After sweeping up the dust and wiping the floor down once with a mop, I moved on to the room next door.
This one also wasn’t used, so dust had settled all over it.
Just as I was about to turn on the vacuum, the door opened and Verita walked in.
If I’d already started the vacuum and she’d come in then, she might have startled me all over again, so I had to appreciate the timing.
"Ian."
"Yes?"
"I’ll handle this room. Please clean the storeroom at the far right end of the upper floor."
"Huh? All of a sudden?"
"I just remembered something I lost in this room. I thought I’d look for it while cleaning."
Judging by her appearance, she didn’t seem like the type to lose things, but I supposed she had a human side of her own.
"Sure."
"And… do your best."
I had been doing my best this whole time, anyway.
In any case, I left the room and headed upstairs.
Thinking I’d finish before dinner if possible, I boldly opened the storeroom door—and from inside, I felt an unexpected presence.
"Ian?"
Angela, busily sweeping the floor with a broom, looked up at me with wide eyes.