Corridor (2): Do Not Measure the Weight of Silent Love
A phrase from the scriptures I'd read a few days ago suddenly floated into my mind: Love has no sound, so do not dare to measure the weight of silent love.
The narrow space between Aria and me was filled only with silence and the faintest breaths. I'd considered that the vast cathedral might swallow any moderate noise, but no, that wouldn't work. Even the slightest sound echoed down the corridor, ringing clearly in my ears.
"Teacher."
"...Ah. S-sorry."
I'd been mentally scanning for anyone who might pass by when Aria's voice pulled me back to reality. She was gazing straight up at me, her face right in front of mine.
"Th-then..."
She murmured softly, almost to herself, then slowly slid her fingers down, hooking into the edge of her panties. I heard—or rather, felt—the faint rustle of fabric against her smooth thighs as the black underwear was tugged downward. We were pressed so close that even tilting my head down offered no view of what was happening below... until her panties caught on my leg wedged between hers. That meant they were off completely.
"......"
There was no room for unnecessary words. Not because I was tense, but because I didn't want to make any noise. I slipped my hand back between her thighs. No fumbling needed—my fingers found the intended spot right away. The mucosa was faintly slick.
Aria, clearly feeling it, lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck, whispering low.
"Teacher, lean your body a bit this way..."
"Ah... Y-yes, of course."
With our height difference, it made sense to hunch forward as she suggested. As I did, she pulled me into an embrace, her arms encircling me. In that position, I began gently stroking the outer surface, easing my fingers forward bit by bit.
I couldn't see her face—she had buried it in the crook of my shoulder and neck—but in the quiet surroundings, every tiny sound and reaction came through crystal clear. The way her shoulders twitched each time I pressed and stroked the mucosa. The soft, restrained breaths: "Mm, nngh..." Her lips clenched to stifle sounds that had already deepened.
What I'd first perceived as merely damp mucosa and skin grew stickier with arousal. I teased the index finger into the tight slit of her entrance, probing gently.
"Nngh, ah... Hoo, ah..."
If it hurt, she should say so—we could stop anytime—but those words wouldn't come out. She was spreading her legs slightly outward, pulling my neck tighter in a clear signal to keep going.
The shallow entrance gripped my fingertip fiercely at first, clamping down hard and writhing as if trying to expel me.
"Haa, nngh... Ha, ah..."
Her warm, quickening breaths tickled my ear, distracting me. Relax a little, Aria, I thought, swallowing the urge to say it aloud as I pushed my finger forward.
The surroundings were endlessly still. No birds chirping, no cathedral bells tolling. Maybe that's why the thick, viscous slickness coating my finger sounded so obscenely loud as it squelched. Squelch, schlorp...
The sensation of her inner walls being unusually narrow wasn't my imagination. The difference was unmistakable.
Ah. I promised myself not to compare the apprentice saintesses' pussies like this.
By now, her pussy had swallowed nearly half my finger and clenched down hard again, the already tight hole contracting fiercely to squeeze it.
"Hic, nngh, mmph..."
Thinking back, I'd rarely heard Aria moan before. My impression now... she was holding back, suppressing it with restraint? Not that it felt similar to her pussy's grip. Absolutely not.
Ignoring the stray thoughts, I eased my finger deeper inside when—
"Haa, ah... Haa, ha... Teo, teacher..."
Aria, breathing slowly right by my ear, called to me.
"Yes, Aria."
"This should be... enough foreplay..."
...I hadn't even inserted my whole finger yet. Far from fully relaxed, and she thought it sufficient? Well, no one knows their body better than themselves. If Aria said so...
"A-alright."
I replied and slowly withdrew my finger. The grip had been so intense that the withdrawal produced even wetter, stickier sounds echoing softly down the hall. Schlorp—♡ glorp, squelch, glurk—♡
Aria didn't seem the type to gush fluids. But what she did produce was incredibly viscous, clinging to my finger rather than dripping.
I still couldn't see her face. She clung to my neck, face buried against it, practically hanging off me.
The quiet corridor, the thrill of someone possibly rounding the corner any second. Knowing that, I carefully undid my belt. I didn't drop my pants fully—just enough to free my cock from beneath the loosened belt.
Even in this situation, it throbbed fully erect, ready to burst, which was a bit embarrassing—but I had to hold it together. Aria's soft, velvety whispers right by my ear only spurred me on more.
"Teacher, if we don't hurry... someone might come..."
That's exactly why I'm being careful, Aria.
"...Then, I'll start."
I announced softly. Lowering my hips slightly, I aligned my glans with her entrance. My hands gently grasped her waist, where she leaned against the wall.
And then, very, very... slowly. I leaned forward, penetrating.
"Hic, mmph— Haa, haa, ah..."
A stifled moan escaped with her ragged breath. Her arms around my neck and shoulders tightened, gripping me fiercely. Her waist trembled, shoulders hunched. Above all, her pussy clamped down, refusing to let go.
Precarious. Thrilling. And somehow, that edge made it all the more electric.
Am I a pervert?
"R-relax..."
I told her, as her pussy gripped my glans without mercy. It was an offhand remark, but on second thought, it sounded teasing—like telling her to loosen up because I was about to thrust deeper.
"Hoo, whoo... I'm trying..."
Her voice, a touch more relaxed than her usual serene tone, seeped into my ear. She couldn't relax further, then. Fine... we'd go like this.
I gripped her waist firmer and pressed forward, inch by inch. Her chewy, hot inner flesh yielded reluctantly, griiiip—♡, as I delved deeper.
Her hands on my shoulders tensed suddenly, nails digging into my back like she was clinging for dear life.
"Hnghk, nngh, grk...♡"
Fragments of lewd moans, suppressed but unmistakable, sounded right by my ear. Twitch, twitch. Her shoulders and waist quivered in tiny spasms. I adjusted my grip to steady her, took a deep breath.
"Now... all the way in."
"Haa, ah... Haa, ha, ah... Yes, teacher..."
I gave her a moment to brace. I sank lower myself.
From this relentlessly gripping, sticky, tight pussy that felt like it could snap my cock off. One lapse in focus, and I'd cum right there. Even breathing required concentration.
It was far from slick or yielding. Narrow, vise-like, scorching, viscous. Was it the suffocating tension? Not entirely.
Gazing at Aria, face buried in my neck, taking deep, heaving breaths... there was another reason.
"Hoo, haa—♡ Ha, ah—♡"
Even she, always so composed and serene, could pant like this. Preparation complete. Nothing elaborate—just thrust forward slowly like this.
Insertion resumed, burrowing into her narrow channel, which I'd thought she'd adapted to. Hot and tight. Molten slickness tangled wildly. Deep inner folds clung to my glans. Every ridge, every wrinkle registered vividly.
Spearheaded by my rigid glans, I pried apart the cramped, winding passage: "Hic, kree—♡ Hoo—♡ Hoo, hoo—♡"
Her hot, heavy breaths, exhaled as if for my ears alone. She clamped her mouth to stifle rising moans, to little avail.
Deeper... deeper, just a bit more. Almost there.
And finally.
Tap— The tip of my cock, fully sheathed, met her deepest depths. The thick base was gripped at her entrance.
And crucially, Aria—teetering on the edge of pleasure—shattered into climax.
"O-oh...♡ Hooo, hoo, nngh... Gruuut...♡"
Her curled fingers dug into me, yanking me close as sloppy moans spilled out. Her pussy clenched furiously, trapping my unmoving cock as she plastered herself against me.
This felt a bit dangerous. If someone heard these moans...
"A-Aria, your voice, the sounds..."
I called to her calmly, voice low.
"Haa, ha, ah...♡ I-it's fine... There's a good method from the book..."
Relief—she heard me and replied in a drained voice. Method? What method? Did the book mention muffling sounds?
As if answering my curiosity, Aria shifted slightly. Not much—just lifting her head from my neck to adjust.
The next instant, a sticky, warm sensation pressed against my neck. Accompanied by a fitting sound.
"...Mmm, slurp, mmph... Schluu, mmph...♡"
Smaller than her earlier moans, but far more explicit. The feeling on my neck was unmistakably her tongue and lips. Her mouth sealed seamlessly over my skin, tiny tongue flicking out to lick, then sucking hard with vacuum force. Producing slick sounds audible only to me.
"Haa, ah..."
A chilling pleasure raced down my spine. I exhaled deeply, steadying myself. In a few hours, a vivid red mark would bloom on my neck, plain as day.
You're the one who called me mischievous— is this fair?
Fine. She started it this time, so I could be a little mischievous too.