Chapter 170
Chapter 170
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 170
Chapter Title: Day and Night #11
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I asked Narmi what she wanted to do.
Narmi hesitated for a long while, then dramatically glanced left and right.
“What do you mean, what should I do?”
Her hard-squeezed response was a question in return. She was probably just buying a moment's reprieve. So I calmly asked again.
“What do you think of me, Lady Narmi?”
Even as I asked myself, I thought it was a pretty direct question. To think I'd mustered the courage to say something like this.
Without all the recent experiences with Elga or the "Lothario" job's buffs, I probably would've hemmed and hawed too.
“I...”
Narmi sat on the bed, wiggling her toes. Her gaze fixed on her feet. That gaze felt somehow vacant, floating in the air.
“I don't really know.”
“You don't know?”
“Yeah. I don't even know what I want to do.”
Narmi's attitude was subtly passive. That's when I remembered she was an innocent woman with no prior experience with men.
Strictly speaking, her twin sister Mirna had lost her virginity first, but Narmi wouldn't know that yet.
For her, everything today was a first. It was natural for her to be passive and defensive.
She'd drunk alcohol. Her mind was a mess.
In this situation where the stage, actors, and most other elements were in place, seducing Narmi should be as simple as clearing the tablecloth.
Even so, I wanted her to express her own will directly. That would leave no regrets or aftermath for her.
So I decided to wait patiently. Last time with her sister Mirna, my impatience had led to all sorts of inconsiderate actions.
I'd grown a bit myself.
“I...”
Then Narmi quietly opened her mouth.
“The truth is, I've hardly ever made my own choices.”
“Is that so?”
“Until now, I've just followed my sister's words. This situation is probably all my fault. I never really talked about my own feelings with her.”
Narmi continued in a calm, steady voice of her own.
“Sis probably did those things thinking of me. But now I realize I need to think for myself, act for myself, and take responsibility. I've come to see that clearly lately.”
“Responsibility?”
“Yeah. Freedom comes with responsibility. There's a lot you have to do.”
Narmi's red eyes looked at me with their own resolve. The will in those eyes was different from the exhausted Narmi who'd been battered by heavy work these past few days.
She'd grown these past few days too.
“My choices come with responsibility too. And I'll have to bear it. But that's how it should be. Becoming an adult means shouldering responsibility, right?”
Becoming an adult—
Something I'd never seriously pondered, Narmi had mulled over alone these past days and arrived at an answer.
“Th-that being the case, Theo... make me an adult.”
Make me an adult.
It was a loaded phrase in many ways. Still, it was the clear answer I'd been waiting for, and I felt satisfied in response.
But my hand didn't reach for her right away.
Because Narmi was a follower of the Church of Radiant Flame. For the faithful, relations between man and woman without marriage was a grave sin.
“Won't you need to pray? Or at least perform a simple spousal rite—”
As I tried to explain, Narmi raised her palm.
“It's fine. I never went to church devoutly. I just followed Sis because she went so often.”
I see. Narmi wasn't particularly devout compared to her sister.
Now nothing stood in our way. So I slowly extended my hand toward Narmi. She let out a small sigh as if steeling herself, carrying a faint whiff of beer.
Swish.
My hand touched her shoulder. Her slender shoulder trembled faintly, clearly betraying her tension. I gently pulled her into an embrace and pressed my lips to hers.
“Slurp, smack.”
Perhaps already resolved, Narmi awkwardly moved her lips and tongue in response to my kiss.
Of course, she was so clumsy it was almost a hindrance. But without showing it, I slowly moved my hands and laid her down on the bed.
Thud.
Seeing her lie there trembling meekly like a deer caught by a hunter reminded me suddenly of my first time with Mirna.
Back then, we'd rushed through it in a cramped secret room.
All I could think was to pounce on Mirna quickly and make it irreversible, so I was clumsy and lacked any leisure.
Saying this now, it must've been truly awful for Mirna. No mood, nothing.
In that sense, I should pour out double the care for Narmi.
“Then I'll take your clothes off.”
“Y-yeah.”
Narmi's reply was awkward and shy.
But with her resolve in that permission, my hands now moved boldly, untying the blouse and necktie draped over her body, then unbuttoning her shirt.
Rustle.
White skin emerged, barely concealed by a black bra. Lace-trimmed, it contrasted nicely with her pale flesh.
I tugged the underwear up slightly, revealing soft, plush breasts and round nipples to the world.
Jiggle.
“......”
Narmi said nothing. She just stared at me, face flushed with tension. It must be nerve-wracking.
Soon, she spoke as if trying to act nonchalant.
“D-does it look weird...? It's small compared to Lady Lioness...?”
“No, the shape is beautiful. I like it.”
I slowly brought my lips to her breast. Then I took the cherry-blossom-pink nipple in my mouth and suckled like an infant.
Suck,
“Eek...!”
Narmi reacted clearly. The moment it touched my lips, the nipple hardened, and her back arched. I'd felt it with her sister Mirna too, but their sensitivity was high overall.
Suck, sluuuurp. Lick.
“Ah...!”
I sucked the nipple or gently licked it with my tongue. Each time, Narmi twitched. Mirna had deliberately held back her sounds, I think.
Mirna's ascetic demeanor had been arousing in its own way, but Narmi's immediate reactions stirred excitement and a competitive urge.
I wanted endless moans from Narmi.
“Smack, slurp.”
“Mmm, haah, ngh...”
As I circled the small areola with my tongue, Narmi couldn't hold back and gripped my head with her hand.
“St-stop, that spot feels, weird...! Not with your mouth...”
“Not the mouth?”
“...Nngh..., better use your hand.”
My tongue was too intense, perhaps. So I detached my mouth as she asked and grasped her breast with my hand.
Swish, knead knead. Soft and squishy.
Truth be told, I liked handling breasts with my hands too. No man in the world hates them.
Especially ones like Narmi's—beautifully shaped, ample volume, warm. I could touch them every hour, every day, and never tire.
Knead knead.
I massaged the whole breast. To avoid overly strong stimulation, I tried not to touch the nipple directly.
Brush, brush.
But the nipples occasionally slipping between my fingers were already erect and hard.
“Ngh, hngh...”
And each time my fingers grazed a nipple, Narmi reacted in an easy-to-read way.
Before long, beads of sweat formed on her body from the rising warmth. This cheap inn room, with its poor ventilation, grew stifling from the heat of two bodies.
“Haaah—. So hot...”
Seeing Narmi suffer atop the blanket made her pitiable, so I figured I should strip her fully.
“Then I'll undress you completely.”
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Narmi's mind was a whirlwind from sensations she'd never experienced in her life.
Each time a man's touch grazed her breast, something welled up tight from her back, waist, and lower belly. She had to pour all her focus into suppressing it.
Was a man's touch always this pleasurable?
Devout Mirna would despise even the idea of a man's touch.
Narmi wasn't one to attend church zealously, and her curiosity had led her to devour books detailing such acts between men and women.
Books like Lewd Elf Maid, for instance.
Realizing she was now living the scenes from those naughty books she'd secretly read daily gave her chest a thrilling flutter.
“Ngh, hngh...”
She barely calmed her fluttering heart and trembling body.
Only when her clothes were fully stripped by this man, leaving her naked, did Narmi have to admit this half-fairy was quite practiced at handling women.
“You're very pretty. I should take mine off too, right?”
Stroke stroke.
He was skilled at stroking her hair to soothe her, and his calm demeanor amid her fluster felt reliable yet oddly guarded.
Had he done this often with Lady Lioness?
Lady Lioness's face flashed in her mind.
She, who seemed utterly unrelated to such matters, had she gone through the same before this half-fairy? It was hard to imagine.
But thinking of him and Lady Lioness felt strange, stirring a twinge of jealousy, so she cleared her mind.
Here was neither Lady Lioness nor sister Mirna—it was Narmi herself. She wanted to confirm that firmly.
No, more than that, she wanted to feel alive intensely.
Even intense pain would do—she craved proof of her existence in reality.
So Narmi pulled the half-fairy's slender nape close again and whispered in his ear.
“N-now, put it in.”
Even saying it made her vision spin.
Sharing a body with her sister and spouting such things on her own. Sis would be furious if she knew. It might not end with mere anger.
But the half-fairy's reply was a bit unexpected.
“Not yet. If I do now, it'll really hurt.”
“...R-really?”
Swish.
His hand slid slowly from her calf up her thigh. Leisurely, never rushed, with a sense of ease. Thanks to it, Narmi could grow accustomed to a man's warmth.
Only then did she realize how much he was considering her. That consideration brought her some peace.
But it was fleeting.
Rustle.
As his hand trailed slowly up the inside of her thigh to the secret place between her legs, Narmi clutched the blanket amid a bizarre sensation unlike any before.
“Hah...!”
Gulp.
Something entered her body.
A single slender finger. Its warmth, shape, and length registered vividly inside. And she became acutely aware of her body clenching around that finger, her inner walls too.
Rustle, rustle, squelch.
“Ahh, aa...!”
Narmi ended up crying out loudly, just like that woman next door who'd burst into laughter.
She'd never imagined such an intense sound from her own mouth—and suddenly felt embarrassed.