Chapter 154
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 154
Chapter Title: Creampie Practice (3)
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"Melphisa, come over here."
"Y-Yes... Young Master."
I beckoned her with a hand, and Melphisa shuffled toward me sleepily.
She looked so adorable that I gave her head a stroke before stripping off her clothes.
Srrip— Srrip—
Once I'd removed everything except her black stockings and underwear, I spotted a cute piercing in Melphisa's belly button—one I hadn't noticed last time.
"...Melphisa, what's this?"
"A... a belly button piercing..."
"I can see that... Where'd you get it done?"
"...I... I did it myself... B-Because... it seemed like... you might like something like this, Young Master."
She didn't say it outright, but her eyes were asking what I thought.
'...Guess she misunderstood. I don't have that kind of taste.'
I'd said it a million times before, but my sexual preferences were pretty vanilla at their core.
The nipple piercings I'd given her last time, the golden shower—it was all just for her training...
I definitely hadn't been aiming for that from the start.
'Still...'
Now that I knew she'd prepared it for me, I had a feeling piercings were about to grow on me from here on out.
"It's really pretty. It suits you perfectly."
"...Th-Thank you."
I unhooked her bra next, revealing the nipples with the two piercings I'd given her dangling from them.
'Hmm... No inflammation, and the wounds have healed nicely.'
I'd told Melphisa to take them out right away if they got infected, but she'd clearly taken good care of them.
'...But aren't her nipples a bit bigger than before?'
Maybe from the constant stimulation of the piercings—they seemed a little larger than last time.
Ting— Ting—
"...Hiiik...!!♥"
I flicked each nipple piercing once with my finger, and Melphisa threw her head back, clenching her fists tight.
'...Sensitivity's gone up too.'
After savoring her nipples, I let my gaze drift lower.
Her pure white skin marred here and there by scars.
But unlike the first time, she wasn't trying to hide them anymore.
"You're not covering your scars anymore."
"...Huu... Uht... Y-Yes... Other people might... find them gross... but since you said... you liked them... that's enough for me..."
She might feel embarrassed about them herself, but there wasn't a man in the world who'd dislike scars on a beauty like Melphisa.
"That's right, Melphisa. Other people's stares don't matter. Keep being mine just like this from now on."
"...Y-Yes... Young Master... I'll always be... yours..."
Hearing those cute lines alongside her scars ignited an urge I couldn't hold back.
"Melphisa..."
"...Huuht... Yes, Young Master..."
I called her name, and she cautiously closed her eyes, tilting her chin up.
I traced my fingertip over the scar just below her collarbone and asked,
"Can I lick your scars?"
"....Y-Yes..... Huh?"
I'd only asked out of courtesy, but for some reason, her reaction was lukewarm.
'...What's up?'
I replayed the conversation, wondering if I'd said something wrong, but nothing jumped out.
"Melphisa...?"
"...A-Ah...! I-It's fine!.. If it's what you want... you can do anything... because I'm yours..."
Uncharacteristically flustered for her blank expression, her face flushed bright red, her gaze darting wildly.
I frowned and said,
"...Melphisa, if you don't like it, just say no. I don't want to force you into anything you hate."
Like I'd said, this wasn't training—it was just us connecting normally.
I had no intention of pushing her if she wasn't into it.
"I swear on my bloodline, I won't get mad or disappointed. So tell me the truth. That's an order."
To draw out her real feelings, I deliberately emphasized it was an order.
She bowed her head deeply, stammering as she replied,
"...I... I really... don't hate it...!"
"Your reaction seemed pretty suspicious for that."
"Th-That was... because your words... surprised me a little..."
'...Surprised her where?'
All I'd said was that I'd lick her scars.
Even thinking it over carefully again, I couldn't spot anything shocking.
'...Must be nervous since it's been a while.'
I nodded, settling on that conclusion.
It had been quite some time since we'd been intimate, so she could easily be tense.
To help her relax, it seemed better to start by licking her scars before jumping straight into sex.
"...Alright then, Melphisa. I'm going to lick them."
"Yes... Young Master... P-Please... lick my... my scars..."
See? She was asking for it too.
The moment she gave permission, I started by licking the nape of her neck—where there were no scars.
If you're wondering why I went for her nape when I said scars first, I'd say jumping straight to them is amateur hour.
You start with smooth skin to maximize the satisfaction when you hit the scars.
"Huuht..."
Along with the feel of her soft skin came a fresh citrus scent, like she'd spritzed on perfume.
'A bit salty.'
Not unpleasantly so, though.
If anything, with sight, sound, touch, smell, and now taste all engaged, it really felt like I was experiencing Melphisa with my whole body.
"...Huuht... Y-Young Master...♥...Uht..."
After fully enjoying her smooth skin, I moved my tongue tip to a scarred spot, where the unique smooth-yet-twisted texture lingered on my tongue.
As I licked downward slowly, her panties came into view.
"...Haa... Huuht...♥Huuu..."
Knowing I was watching must have aroused her— even when I paused, her panties grew wetter, eventually clinging tight to reveal the outline of her slit.
"...Can't hold back anymore."
"...Haa... Yes?"
Riiip—
I yanked her panties down and tore them off in one go.
"...Huuuht...♥!!"
Right before they ripped, the fabric dug deep into her mound, and she reflexively thrust her hips forward.
"...Oh."
That let me inspect her impeccably groomed pussy up close—not a single stray hair in sight.
"Haa... Haa... Y-Young Master...♥"
"Melphisa, your clit is fully erect."
"...Huuht... Th-That's... because you're... staring so much..."
"So it's my fault?"
"...N-No...! It's... my... slutty body's... fault..."
"That's right."
—Fuu
I blew lightly on her swollen clit, and her body shivered violently.
"...H... Uht!... Y-Young Maaaster...♥"
She let out a needy moan as honey dripped from her pussy, but I just smiled and said,
"Melphisa, hold out just a bit longer. We're almost done."
"Huuht... Y-Yes... I-I'll endure..."
Even brimming with anticipation, she stayed still until given permission—like a dog hearing "wait" with a treat right in front of it.
I slowly rolled her right stocking down to her ankle, revealing the long scar running from her thigh to her calf.
"This is the last one. You promised to endure, so hold back your moans too."
"...Yes...?"
"If you can keep quiet while I lick your right leg, I'll slide my cock right in."
She asked in a trembling voice,
"...Y-Young Master... C-Could I... ask something?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Wh-What if... I can't... hold back the moans...? D-Do I not get... your cock...?"
Terror laced her shaky words.
Yeah, getting her this worked up and then stopping would be torture.
"As if. I couldn't stop now either."
"Huu... Th-Thank you... Young Master!"
As she sighed in relief, I added,
"But I'll lick you from bottom to top again... until you hold back your moans."
"...N-No way...!"
Lick—
I ignored her protest and licked the scar on her thigh.
"....!!"
Caught off guard, she clamped both hands over her mouth, barely swallowing her moan.
Lick—
"...♥!!"
She held back the sounds through the onslaught, but her body reacted on its own.
"....!!...!♥..!!....♥!"
Her juices pooled on the floor, legs buckling wildly, yet she endured the moans to the end. I was impressed.
"Huu... Almost there. Just a little more, Melphisa."
"...."
By the time I reached her thigh, she had no room to reply—just desperately muffling herself and nodding.
...And finally, I'd licked every scar down to her ankle.
"You did great holding out, Melphisa."
"Haa... Haa... Y-Yes... Thank you... Young Master..."
"Oh, wait—I missed this spot."
Mid-sentence, I leaned in and sucked the scar on the inside of her calf.
—Smack
'Not that I missed it—I was saving it.'
"...Hk..."
She hadn't expected sucking there—a faint moan slipped out anyway.
"....!!!"
I looked up to see her wide-eyed, face pale as she stared at me.
"Melphisa."
"...Y-Yes... Y-Young... M-Master..."
Seeing her trembling, I tilted my head like I hadn't heard and asked,
"...Did you moan by any chance?"