Chapter 750: A Novice Lover's Misunderstanding
Chapter 750: A Novice Lover's Misunderstanding
“Rachel!”
“Kyaa!”
Of course, I wasn’t calm at all.
In fact, I had been perfectly calm and composed right before she pulled a stunt like that.
The cleavage peeking out from behind her spinning necktie was already getting me worked up, but the fact that her movements were so obviously practiced made it all the more adorable. That was just cheating.
Hit with a rare combination of a sexy and cute attack, I immediately buried my face in her cleavage.
Rachel’s receptionist uniform was already tight enough that she usually left the buttons hidden by her tie undone, and she hadn’t even taken off her underwear yet.
Because of that, her breasts didn’t spread out to the sides at all, even as she lay on her back. Instead, they showed off their full volume, softly receiving my face.
“Really… I told you not to be so clingy, and yet you immediately…”
She said it in a troubled tone, but she couldn’t hide the hint of a laugh in her voice.
Seeing as she wasn’t particularly flustered, it seemed she had practiced with the expectation that I would pounce on her just like this if she acted that way.
“You don’t have to rush so much. I’m not going to run away.”
Moreover, as if she’d regained her composure now that the situation she’d practiced for had arrived, Rachel spoke another thoroughly prepared-sounding line as she gently stroked the head of the man who had his face buried in her chest.
“Now, I’m going to take off that armor first, so you have to stay still, okay? Got it?”
Then, she placed her hands on my armor.
“Mm… Oh, my? Th-this is…”
But her composure ended there.
As if she didn’t know how to take off my armor, she began to struggle, her hands fumbling over various parts of it.
Rachel has the type of personality that gets more flustered the more things don’t go her way, so I could feel her panic growing as more time passed without her managing to remove my armor.
And I could tell, even without seeing her expression, since my face was still buried in her chest.
Well, to be fair, taking off someone else’s armor isn’t an easy task.
Especially not in this position, and besides, Rachel never wears armor herself.
When she goes to the Dungeon, she wears that incredibly revealing elf-like outfit.
I guess I have no choice. I’ll give her a little help to protect her pride.
While keeping my face buried in her cleavage, I began to shrug off my armor using only the sense of touch in my hands.
“Kyaa! Ngh… G-Guwon, really. You don’t have to be in such a hurry to take it off.”
Using both hands in this position naturally caused my center of gravity to shift slightly toward my head. As my face rubbed more intensely against her chest than before, a sweet little sound escaped her lips.
Even so, she chided my actions, still playing the part of the experienced older woman.
It seemed that even Rachel was capable of this much ad-libbing.
Well, I suppose it’s only natural. Even though she couldn’t get it off herself, things were ultimately proceeding just as she wanted.
“Now, now… slowly. Leave it to me.”
Once I had thrown off all my armor, leaving only my underclothes, Rachel reached for my clothes again and began to slowly undress me.
This time, her hands moved with considerable skill.
It seemed that, unlike with armor, she had practiced plenty when it came to removing ordinary clothes.
I couldn’t help but wonder how she practiced… Did she dress up a mannequin? Or did she undress a real person?
No, I’m not entertaining any strange suspicions.
Even if she had practiced by undressing a real person, it would have surely been a woman.
After all, the dormitory she lives in is an all-female dorm.
But still, doesn’t that just make you more curious?
Just what woman did she practice undressing?
A fellow receptionist from the same dorm?
The receptionists are the face of the Guild, so most—no, all of them—are exceptionally beautiful. If she practiced by undressing a colleague, it must have been quite a sight.
Besides, if it was a receptionist, it might even be someone I know.
No, there’s no rule saying it had to be another receptionist.
What if she practiced on that adventurer she consulted about our relationship?
She did joke about touching her body and all that, even if it was just for fun.
And that woman was quite a beauty, too, so in its own way, that would be…
The more I thought about it, the more my imagination ran wild, but she probably wouldn’t tell me even if I asked.
After all, she was trying to hide the fact that she was desperately practicing behind the scenes—no, she was trying to hide the very fact that she was a novice at romance.
In any case, while I was lost in my fantasies, Rachel steadily peeled off my clothes, one layer at a time.
“Mmm… Haaa… The smell of sweat…”
When I was completely naked, she muttered in a small voice.
Hearing that, I finally lifted my face from her cleavage and sat up slightly.
It didn’t seem like she meant for me to hear it—more like it just slipped out—but I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious.
I had, in fact, just returned from the Dungeon.
Of course, since we had passed through the water-filled 4th Floor, Diana had used magic to rinse our bodies with water and dry us with wind as soon as we got back to the city.
Even so, it was impossible to get rid of the smell of sweat completely with just that.
It was just a temporary measure to tide us over until we got home, and we’d done it while still fully clad in our armor.
“Should I go wash up real quick?”
“N-no! There’s no need for that! I’m fine like this… I-I’m fine doing it like this!”
Any adult man from the Republic of Korea is bound to have mastered the art of showering in under three minutes.
I spoke with confidence, but Rachel threw her arms around me, frantically stopping me.
Hmm? Did something strange almost slip out just now? What was that?
A faint sense of unease brushed past my mind, but it vanished as if washed away by Rachel’s next action.
“M-more importantly! H-here…! Feeling it like this again… it really is amazing…”
Rachel brought her hand to my Dick, her fingertips tracing its length as if to confirm its size.
It wasn’t a handjob meant to bring me pleasure, but the feeling of her delicate hand gently caressing me was more than enough of a pleasant stimulation.
And hearing her say it was amazing with a surprised look on her face felt good, too.
No, I’m well aware that my Dick is incredible, but still, getting a reaction like this is bound to make a man’s shoulders puff out with pride.
You might think it’s foolish, but it’s an important thing for a man.
“And it’s already so…”
“Yes, Rachel.”
Savoring the touch of her admiring hand, I pushed my hips forward slightly, pressing the tip of my Dick against her tight skirt.
She was still wearing stockings, but they were thigh-highs, not pantyhose, so all I had to do was lift her skirt and push her underwear to the side to be able to enter her.
“Ah, w-wait a minute!”
That was my intention, but Rachel shook her head, stopping me.
“Rachel?”
“W-well… aren’t you… not quite ready yet?”
Not ready? What on earth does that mean?
“I-I mean! You can still… get a little bigger, can’t you, Guwon?”
…Huh? Wait a minute. Rachel. Does that mean you’re unsatisfied with the current size of my… member?
No, I mean, of course I could make it a little bigger if I really tensed up, but… but you just said it was amazing…!
At Rachel’s unexpected words, I felt myself starting to panic a little.
It was, after all, the first time in my life I’d ever heard something like that.
But, naturally, it was my own misunderstanding. That wasn’t Rachel’s intention at all.
Only after hearing her next words did I finally realize what she was trying to say.
“S-so! If you want, I can help you!”
Rachel said, her voice a little anxious, perhaps because I wasn’t giving her the reaction she wanted.
And what she meant was this:
Before insertion, she was offering to make me feel even better.
I can’t believe she even practiced something like this.
It was a slightly different picture from how I had imagined the start of our true first time, but I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by.
“Please do!”
“Hee, heehee. Alright. Then again… could you lie down, Guwon?”
My heart swelled with anticipation, wondering what specific acts she had practiced, and I nodded as hard as I could.
Seeing me, Rachel gave a smile of relief, as if things were finally going according to plan, and spoke.
“Come to think of it, Guwon, you’ve been sneaking glances at my stockings this whole time, haven’t you?”
As I lay down on the bed as instructed, she gently sat down between my legs, looked down at me, and flashed that experienced-woman smile once more.
“Do you like… stockings?”
“I love them!”
“Really… Then…”
I affirmed so vehemently it was as if I was about to add, “And I’m not lying this time.” Rachel, though slightly shy, gave a satisfied smile, as if things were going her way, and slowly extended her feet toward my Dick.
Could this be… No. I had a feeling this might happen the moment she brought up stockings, but to think she would practice something like this for me.
My heart pounded as I waited for her next move.
And then, Rachel…
“Then from now on… I’ll let you feel plenty of that stocking texture you love so much. Like this… oh, my? Hee, heehee… Mmm… Nngh… L-like… fufufu…”
With the air of a truly experienced woman, Rachel brought her foot to my Dick and began to rub the sole of her foot against my upward-pointing shaft.
But as she did, my Dick began to move from side to side, and unable to compensate, her foot started to slip.
And every time it did, she let out an awkward laugh and began to panic.
…It seems Rachel practiced on a completely fixed object, like a pole stuck to the floor.
Rachel, they don’t usually stay that perfectly still, you know.
No, of course, if I tense up, I can hold it steady so it doesn’t get pushed around by her foot.
What should I do? Should I hold it still?
While I was briefly pondering this, Rachel found a solution on her own.
“Hmph! Haah… Hee, heehee… How is it? The feel of the stockings? Does it feel good?”
She reached out, gently pinching the tip of my Dick between her thumb and forefinger to hold it in place, and then began rubbing it with the sole of her foot.
It didn’t look like a normal footjob, but what did it matter? It’s not like I have a foot fetish or anything.
I could feel the pleasant sensation of the stocking rubbing against the shaft, and the tip of my glans felt good being rubbed by her fingertips, so there was no problem at all.
“Yes.”
“Mmm… Hehe… Still, you can’t cum yet, okay?”
After giving a satisfied smile at my answer, Rachel slowly extended her legs further forward.
This time, my Dick was caught between her neatly pressed-together calves. She then gently rocked her legs up and down, rubbing me between them.
Not only did the act feel good, but the position, with her legs stretched straight out toward me, perfectly emphasized her beautiful lines, providing immense visual satisfaction.
Just how much research and practice did she put into this?
Well, then again, it has been a long time since I’ve been with her.
“Heehee. You’re twitching. Do you like my stockings that much?”
“Yes. And your legs, too.”
“Ngh…! You and your words, Guwon… Alright. Then I’ll have to make you feel even better…”
At my honest answer, she turned her head slightly, averting her gaze as if embarrassed.
But she soon met my eyes again, and once more playing the part of the experienced woman, she lifted her legs from my Dick and slowly leaned her body forward.
Rachel crawled up onto my right side, pressing her upper body firmly against mine.
Is stocking time over?
So I thought, but the stocking-themed foreplay she had prepared was not yet finished.