66. In the Heat of the Moment 2
66. In the Heat of the Moment 2
The hand supporting the back of her head slid down, and he lifted his upper body.
Even as their positions changed, they didn't stop exploring each other's lips. Their tongues tangled, slick and sticky, showing no intention of separating.
Liber's passive tongue, which had merely moved as he guided it, had somehow developed its own technique, now moving roughly as if greedily devouring his tongue.
She learned fast—as expected of an honors student.
Taking advantage of her distraction, her focus wholly consumed by the movement of her tongue, his hand, which had been lightly supporting her back, swept downward, gradually descending.
As his hand traced the thin fabric of her dress and slid all the way down, a small piece of metal caught on his fingers with a thump.
It was the zipper—the sole fastening device holding her dress together.
He pulled it down in one swift motion.
-Jiiiing
The thin dress that had clung tightly to Liber's body slumped powerlessly onto the bed the moment the zipper came down.
"..!!"
The moment that single scrap of thin cloth draped over her body fell away, she arched back in surprise.
"Puh-ha! Haa... haa..."
As their tangled tongues released, Liber let out the breath she'd been unable to properly catch, gasping in rapid succession.
Her chest rose and fell with each deep pant.
"Hoo... You're not backing out now, are you?"
Liber was wearing exactly what had been visible beneath her thin dress: luxurious silk underwear in blue, adorned with ornate decorations.
He pointed his finger at her provocative body.
"You wore sexy underwear like this and snuck into the men's dormitory?"
"Don't... stare so openly... no..."
As he admired Liber's panting form, her face flushed and she tried to turn her body away.
"It's pretty, so don't hide it. You wore it to show me, didn't you?"
"P...pretty?"
She had been the one pushing forward, so there was no excusing any attempt to back out now.
He grabbed Liber's arm as she tried to turn away, making it impossible for her to cover herself.
Liber's full breasts, contained within her bra, were laid bare, their stark contrast with the blue of her bra emphasizing her pale skin even more.
"Kyaa..! That tickles..."
Pulling her toward him, he buried his nose into her chest like a dog and inhaled the scent of her skin with all his might.
A refreshing citrus fragrance mingled with the calming scent of Liber's skin.
Then, his hand, which had been resting on her waist, swept upward once more.
His fingertips again met a small metal object.
Pinching it with one hand, he unfastened it with a flick—and Liber's breasts, into which his face was buried, sprang forward.
"?!!"
The moment her bra came undone, the breasts tightly packed inside were set free.
In an instant, Liber was left in a state practically no different from nakedness.
Her pretty, teardrop-shaped breasts, the perfect size and form for holding, and the cute, dangling pink buds—
Beneath her smooth, trained abdominal muscles without a single ounce of fat, her round hips were clad only in her blue silk panties, the sole remaining scrap of fabric covering her body.
It was a body like a statue crafted with painstaking care, yet the searing heat radiating from her made it too full of vigorous vitality to be compared to such cold, artificial constructs.
Liber had always been beautiful, but seeing her with only a single scrap of cloth on was intensely arousing.
There was no possible way to back out now.
He had no intention of stopping.
He wanted to leave his mark on that beautiful body.
After having her dress followed instantly by her bra stripped off, Liber had looked utterly shocked, but now her narrowed, half-lidded eyes scanned my face with a pointed glare.
"... You're awfully skilled at undoing a woman's clothes with one hand?"
"Don't worry about it; this is just liberal arts class."
Her expression was full of questions about the origin of my hand techniques, which apparently looked extremely practiced.
Pressing the issue would likely only kill the mood, so I figured I had to stop her from getting strange ideas.
"Ugh..!"
My small hand began to knead every inch of Liber's body.
Starting from her firm thighs, moving to her apple-like buttocks and slender waist, I cupped her shapely breasts—freshly freed from her bra—from underneath, squeezing them upward.
While Liber's other areas were all springy and firm, her breasts were incredibly soft.
Timed with this, I planted a kiss on her pale nape with a smacking sound, then cupped her breasts again from below and brought the soft buds crowning their tips between my lips.
"Haaang♡"
Her back arched like a bow.
Every time I gently licked her nipples, which had grown sensitive from exposure to the cool air, and grazed them slightly with my teeth, Liber's arched body trembled and quivered.
The way her initially soft nipples gradually hardened with stimulation, creating a clear contrast in texture against her soft breasts, was immensely enjoyable.
Thinking it was about time, my other hand trailed down along Liber's abdomen and reached the final scrap of fabric covering her body.
When I slipped my hand between the taut, stretched fabric and touched the cleft hidden deep within, her body bucked violently.
"Ah.. no, not there...!!"
"No?"
Her initially cocky face had vanished without a trace, replaced by one flushed bright red as she floundered in panic—an utterly adorable sight.
My intrusion into the most secret place hidden in her lower abdomen was met with rejection.
Was it fear, now that the deed was actually upon her? I thought it was quite spiteful, considering she had been the one to pounce first.
"You're the one who said we should go all the way."
I wrapped an arm around her waist as she tried to retreat, pulling her back toward me.
Since Liber sat taller than me, I had to look up at her, but the hesitation was unmistakable in her eyes as our gazes met.
But since Liber was the one who had insisted on going all the way first, I had absolutely no intention of calling it off now just because she was scared.
"....Ugh..!"
When my previously rejected touch brushed her cleft again, Liber squeezed her eyes shut and trembled all over.
Just then, an unexpected sensation was felt at my fingertips.
"Oh-ho?"
Liber's tightly closed cleft was moist, holding a dewy wetness.
It wasn't exactly a flood, but it was definitely wet.
Seeing that, I recalled what had happened during the day.
"Remember what those Clover Academy kids said earlier?"
"Haa... haa... What are you talking about... all of a sudden...? Ugh!!"
As my fingers began earnestly stroking the slickened cleft, Liber couldn't properly finish her sentence.
While pressing and stroking above the tightly sealed cleft, I used two fingers to pry open the firmly closed lips.
Sweeping up the moist inner flesh of her pussy, which had an extraordinarily neat texture, I encountered an obscene hole that, unlike her demurely shut outer labia, was leaking fluid and pulsing repeatedly.
When I pushed my middle finger into the hole, her pussy instantly clenched tight, biting down on the finger.
"Hiiik..??"
Liber had already been leaning her entire body against me, and the moment the foreign object entered, she leaned even more weight onto me.
I braced my waist, careful not to let us topple over.
I could feel trembling from where our bodies touched.
The unfamiliar sensation of a foreign object entering that precious place—which she had never allowed anyone access to before—was filling her with fear.
I pressed my lips against hers once more, her lips tense with fear and anxiety.
"Ha... churp.. chup.."
Perhaps she had gotten used to it by now, because Liber accepted my tongue more skillfully than the first time, exchanging saliva with me and making sloppy sounds.
As if responding to the deep kiss, the hot mass of flesh enveloping my finger squirmed.
"Ha-eup.. churp.."
Parting the fleshy walls, I pushed my finger in slightly deeper, and a faint, foreign sensation met my fingertip—a barrier.
"Hik?!"
As if she had felt that sensation too, Liber's back arched like a bow once more.
I supported her back to keep her from falling backward and hurting herself.
In the end, Liber was lying on the bed again.
"Those guys... didn't exactly seem bewitched by your looks... what did they call you? Just a slut, wasn't it?"
"Why... are you bringing that up now..."
The hand that had been rummaging within her inner flesh was now sticky and glistening with the fluid leaking steadily from her hole.
What that final sensation at my fingertip signified needed no explanation.
"One was wrong and one was right... your looks are exceptionally excellent, and..."
I climbed on top of her and leisurely admired her body lying naked.
Panting heavily, she lay there with beads of sweat dotting her heated skin.
The woman lying there, barely draped in a single dampened scrap of cloth, was my friend from just moments ago and the Sword Saint's fiancée—Liber.
The one who was so upright, always looked after others, and smiled so beautifully... Liber, whom I had thought would be a lifelong friend.
That very Liber was now presenting herself before me as a feast, not as a friend, but as a woman.
And she had wanted this herself.
"You really are lewd... you know that?"
Ah, damn it. Now that things had come this far, starting tomorrow, we wouldn't be able to act like we did yesterday.
I was certain of it.
I felt like it would be a waste to give her to anyone else.
So this was why they said pure friendships between men and women were difficult.
"Don't say... weird things..."
"It's the truth, what can I do?"
Embarrassed by her blatantly exposed nudity, Liber was covering her own eyes with her hands.
Finding that adorable, I lowered my torso and pressed a kiss to her abdomen, leaving another mark, then placed a hand on her pubic bone and smoothly pulled away the last scrap of fabric covering her body.
-Jjeo-eok
As her soaked panties peeled away with a sticky sound, Liber's pussy—which I had just thoroughly touched but never once seen directly—came into full view.
Between her slightly parted legs, her glistening wet pussy was just as demurely closed as I had imagined from its texture, so much so that even her inner labia were not properly visible.
It would likely open up if she spread her legs wider, but she maintained a passive posture, still seeming embarrassed, so I couldn't see all the way inside.
But if it was as the texture suggested, within those modestly shut outer lips hid an obscene hole pulsing lewdly.