The Pure Noblewoman's Secret Vice
"Mmph, chu...♡! Slurp, haah, shlrrp...!"
Two pink tongues tangled together in a frantic, obscene dance.
Two pairs of lips sucked hungrily against each other, trading spit and breath.
As we pulled our bodies tight against one another, the stifling, sweltering heat of our skin mingled with the ragged breaths escaping our chests. I ran a hand down her back as she wriggled and clung coquettishly in my arms, feeling the subtle shiver that rippled along her spine.
"Chu... mmph, haah...♡!"
When our lips finally parted with a wet smack, Emily was already gazing up at me, her eyes glistening with dewy moisture. After holding her gaze for a quiet beat, I leaned in to steal one more soft peck before letting my eyes drift down to the graceful curve of her neck.
Pressing my lips against that long, porcelain throat, the sweet fragrance of her body washed over the tip of my nose. Feeling my reason steadily melt away, I buried my face straight into her bountiful cleavage.
The first time I laid eyes on her breasts, I had been struck utterly dumb. It wasn't just their sheer size; their shape was so breathtakingly gorgeous that until I touched them with my own hands, I had genuinely suspected she'd had cosmetic surgery. Cupping one breast gently in my palm, the pillowy, pliable flesh yielded to my grip, overflowing my fingers. It possessed an intoxicating magnetism—one could easily spend an entire day kneading them without ever growing bored.
And then there were her nipples, still shyly concealed within the flesh—what was commonly known as inverted nipples.
The female lead of a romance fantasy having inverted nipples?
Every single time I saw them, I offered a silent prayer of gratitude to the game's creators.
Chuuup—!
"Nnngh...♡!"
Latching my mouth around the mound I was holding, I sucked deep and hard. That moment when the tender flesh and the hidden bud brushed against the tip of my tongue delivered a profound sense of fullness—the kind that finally made me understand why a nursing infant felt absolute peace at its mother's breast.
I couldn't hold back in the slightest.
Slurp, suck, chuuup, shlrrp—!!
"Ah, aahn...♡! Nnnh...♡! S-Seriously...♡♡! I told you to suck gently... mmgh...♡♡!"
Breathless whimpers spilled from Emily as I drew her breast deep into my mouth, suckling greedily. Yet even while protesting, the way she arched her chest upward as though begging me to feast on her made my cock throb even harder. Kneading her other breast with my free hand, I teased and coaxed the hidden bud beneath.
"Ngh, haah...! Ah, aaahn...♡!"
At last, a plump, prominent pink nipple popped out from its hiding place.
Pinching the firm, erect nub that proudly signaled just how thoroughly in heat she was, I rolled it between my fingertips, sending violent shudders coursing through Emily's body.
"Ahn...♡! D-Don't roll it around like that, nooo...♡! It just came out, it's so sensitive... haah...♡!"
"These tits of yours really are a wonder. How do you keep such huge nipples tucked away in there?"
"D-Don't tease me...♡! I know it's strange, alright...♡!"
"Tease? I love them. Every time I look at these magnificent tits, I catch myself wishing I could ram my cock right between them."
"Hah...! 'Tits'?! 'Ram your cock'?! Spouting such filthy vulgarities...! If you ever dared speak like that to any other noble lady, they'd have had you drawn and quartered, you know that?!"
"Of course I know. That's why I only say it to you, my perverted little noblewoman whose tits get rock-hard the moment she's in heat."
"Calling me such foul things again...! Well, if that's how you're going to be...!"
Fuming under my relentless teasing, Emily slapped my hand away from her chest and shifted her weight. Spreading her thighs wide and tilting her hips back, she propped herself up on her hands, laying the junction between her legs bare for all to see.
Hairless, glistening, and bathed in the exact same delicate pink as her nipples, her pristine slit sat exposed. From the day we had taken each other's virginity until now, I had driven my cock into that mound times beyond counting. Even after getting thoroughly fucked today, the sight of her wet opening fluttering and pulsing as if begging for another round rekindled my lust in a flash.
As if that was precisely the reaction she wanted, Emily smirked, directing her gaze toward the erection twitching before her. Staring at the shaft standing stiff and proud despite having already spilled its seed multiple times, she spoke in a voice wavering between awe and disbelief.
"I truly can't believe it... You've already spilled inside me so many times, yet it's still standing so tall... If anything, it looks even harder than before..."
"Honestly, it surprises me too. If I'd known my stamina was this monstrous, I'd have long since... ugh...!"
"Long since what?"
"...Nothing."
Her fingers suddenly clamped around my shaft with punishing force, choking off my sentence. Finishing that thought—that I would've traded careers to become a high-class male gigolo—would have invited outright disaster, so I wisely held my tongue.
Emily leveled a chillingly cool glare at me, her tone dropping into something far more possessive.
"Hans. I don't care how many women you tumble with from now on. But you will always remember this: the woman who took your first was me. In other words, the seat of your primary wife is the one thing I will never surrender."
"'Primary wife'...? Isn't that a bit rich coming from someone about to marry five husbands?"
"Who knows? We'll have to wait and see if those gentlemen will truly wish to consummate a marriage with me, won't we? There is still plenty of time before the wedding, after all."
"Huh? Come on, unless they're eunuchs, why wouldn't they? Do you know how much they ran me ragged just trying to figure out a way to hold your hand?"
"Fufu... It makes sense. Considering I haven't even let them hold my hand to this day."
"Wait... What? Not even now?"
"Yes. Not even now."
Wait, seriously? You're telling me they're going to get married without ever having held hands? Is that even possible?
"When I told them I wished to preserve my purity until marriage, they respected my wishes without a single objection. High society praises me to high heaven as a paragon of spotless virtue, you know."
"Aha... Well, it's true you're famous for refusing to dance with anyone at the balls."
Claiming she would only ever share her presence with her future husband, she had rejected every single dance invitation from every nobleman in attendance—even turning down the Imperial Prince himself, which had caused an absolute uproar. It was all in the past now, but back then it had been treated as a massive scandal, with nobles heaping scorn on Emily from every direction. Even the male leads, who now worshipped the very ground she walked on, had once vented their frustration to me, admitting how furious they had been at the time. They had grumbled about why she was being so impossible, arguing that a single dance wasn't going to taint her virtue.
To be frank, I had thought she was being ridiculously dramatic back then too.
Yet despite the torrential criticism, Emily had stubbornly refused to budge. Eventually, that unyielding obstinacy came to be interpreted as proof of an ironclad fidelity. The male leads' attitudes had softened, and high society's opinion followed suit. In my view, with so many rivals lusting after her, the male leads probably figured it was far safer for her to maintain an impenetrable wall against everyone.
And so she remained the sole noble lady in high society history who had never danced a single step at any ball.
"Though behind the scenes, of course, I was far too busy writhing beneath you to care. Fufu."
"Good grief... Out of respect for your dignity, milady, I was trying not to mention that. Still, you'll have to dance at the upcoming wedding banquet. If you refuse this time, there'll be a riot."
"Fufu, I suppose so. Assuming the banquet even takes place, that is."
What? She sounds as if there's a chance the banquet won't even happen.
It was her own wedding; wasn't she being entirely too casual about it? Then again, if she took it seriously, she wouldn't be rolling around naked in bed with me in the first place.
"But right now, none of that matters..."
Schlick...!
"Mmh...!"
Shifting her hips forward, Emily pressed her dripping wet slit directly against my standing shaft. The velvety, scalding dampness of her folds registered against my skin in agonizing detail. She, too, must have felt just how scorching hot my cock had become.
Schlick! Shlup! Schlick!
Swaying her hips in slow, deliberate circles, she ground her wet flesh against me, the friction sending waves of intoxicating heat surging through both of us. Juices continually seeped from her entrance, and blood surged through my cock with every slide. Watching my shaft twitch hungrily each time she moved, Emily offered a playful, wicked giggle.
"Fufu...! How adorable. It looks like it's begging me to let it inside... Or could it be that you're already on the verge of spilling?"
"Kh...! If anyone's begging, milady, it's you. Dripping juices every time you rub against me... You look desperate to have a cock shoved in you right now."
"More filthy words...♡! Fufu, you're right...♡! It's a slutty little bitch-pussy, utterly in heat and desperate to take your manhood... your thick cock inside...♡!"
"Ugh...!"
Admitting it so shamelessly out of nowhere?! Doing that... doing that made it completely impossible for me to hold back!
"Kyaa...♡?!"
Unable to endure Emily's sudden surrender to total sluttiness, I lunged forward, pinning her flat against the mattress in a single motion.
The positions reversed in a heartbeat, her thighs spread wide, my rigid cock aimed dead-center at her dripping entrance. Looking down into her eyes, Emily beamed with a triumphant smirk that said, Just as planned. Right now, she could clearly see my face—practically feral with the urge to ravish her.
Glaring down at her smug, relaxed expression, I let out an exasperated scoff.
"That's foul play... Saying something like that out of nowhere..."
"Fufun, who says you're the only one allowed to talk dirty? I can be just as depraved when I want to. Seeing you panting like a beast over me, it seems you liked it quite a lot, didn't you? Shall I give you more, then? My sweet, rutting mongrel of a commoner, so desperate to breed a noble lady's adulterous pussy?"
"Hah...! You sure you can handle what you're asking for? I might just breed you like a dog right here and now..."
"Hmph, breed me if you can, you worthless commoner bastard...! All you know how to do is flap your tongue, you lowly errand boy—!"
SCHWUUUURK—!!
"Ahng-ghk-hnnngh—♡♡?!!"