A Small Victory?
A small victory? Once the fire ignited between them, the two couldn't hold back. Her breasts were sucked and nibbled, her core stirred wildly, and Vita came no less than two more times right there on the sofa.
“Haah…! Ungh…”
It was hard to endure Carlyle's relentless caresses.
“S-stop…”
Fortunately for Vita, a brief lull arrived. Her delicate female body sprawled completely across the sofa. Even Carlyle was drenched in sweat, clearly exhausted.
‘Tired… so tired.’
Echoes of pleasure lingered throughout her body. Vita panted hot breaths through her parted lips.
“Ha… Ungh…”
Carlyle, who had been sipping water, drew close to her side. He gently stroked her sweat-dampened forehead.
“Bianca, you tired?”
His warm question stirred something strange in Vita. It had felt so good, yet here he was asking if she was worn out—worried about her, no less. It was oddly embarrassing, her body curling inward.
‘Ungh…’
But she refused to admit it outright. So Vita shot back,
“N-no? Not bothered at all?”
Her denial came out in a strained voice, drawing a soft chuckle from Carlyle.
“Of course you’re not tired. Shall we head to the bed now?”
Ah, right. The main event was still ahead. Realizing that, Vita squeezed her eyes shut.
‘Is this… right…?’
A twinge of self-loathing crept in, yet she felt no real aversion to what was coming.
‘…Crazy. I’m crazy.’
Even as those thoughts swirled, Carlyle lifted her body with gentle care. Vita clamped her eyes shut and looped her arms around his neck. Yeah, this wasn’t reciprocation. Her limbs were just too weak—if he dropped her, who knows. That was the only reason.
Her petite yet gracefully curved form was laid upon the bed. Vita caught her breath, her face utterly melted.
And then, it hit her—a fact she’d glossed over, never quite acknowledging until now.
‘Why is it always just me…?’
Frustrating. Unfair. She was always the one climaxing first, multiple times before the real deed. Her body ended up hypersensitive, drowning in sensation, while Carlyle stayed so damn composed.
‘Unfair… something’s off…’
Biting her lip at the realization, Vita felt a needless surge of annoyance.
Come to think of it: Carlyle Schultz was always the active one. She’d been passive by default. Not on purpose—just how it shook out.
‘Maybe that’s why…’
His perpetual leisure? Probably because the active partner sets the pace. And he’d always been the one taking action.
Suddenly, it struck Vita.
‘What if I take charge for once…?’
Her competitive fire flickered to life. She wanted to wipe that smug ease right off his face.
So, as he climbed onto the bed, Vita Shama stopped him cold.
“Hold up. Wait.”
No strength left moments ago—but now? Different story. She could do this.
Thinking that ignited her. Eyes blazing—where this energy came from, who knows—Vita sat up. The very embodiment of rivalry, right?
“I’m gonna try it too.”
She declared her resolve straight to Carlyle.
Carlyle Schultz blinked, a hint of fluster crossing his face.
“What do you mean…?”
Don’t give her that dumb look. Vita snapped,
“W-whatever! You just stay put!”
‘But… how do I even…?’
Truth be told, Vita had zero clue. Sure, she’d been a guy once, so she roughly knew how men pleasured from above. Never actually done it, but she’d come close. Knew the spots that felt good, at least.
His well-sculpted muscles. Sharp, defined abs. Veins etched along his arms. Gazing at his masculine form, Vita grumbled inwardly.
‘Pointlessly perfect body…’
A tiny pang of envy. Her cheeks warmed inexplicably.
Anyway—not the point. In a huff, Vita grabbed his pants and yanked them down.
Carlyle, caught off guard, offered no resistance as they slid off.
“Eut…”
Having done it herself, Vita squeezed her eyes shut in sheer embarrassment.
‘Ah, why…’
Why did she have to see a guy’s underwear? She’d seen worse already, but the shame hit fresh. More like self-loathing, really. Did it have to come to this?
Especially after spotting his fully erect manhood—her face burned. She wanted to bolt.
‘…But I can’t.’
This was a contest too. A battle with herself. Rebuilding her pride. Always her cumming first, him so at ease? Her ego wouldn’t stand for it.
Swish—
So she tugged down the underwear too.
“You don’t have to go this far…”
Carlyle’s voice drifted over, but Vita’s amethyst eyes were wide as saucers.
“……”
Indescribable emotions crashed in. Mostly negative, sure. She barely resisted yanking it all back up.
“U, ung…”
To prove herself, she had to conquer the revulsion! Surprisingly, not as gross or repulsive as feared. Less bad than imagined.
No—something else stood out.
‘Why is this thing so damn huge…?’
She hadn’t paid proper attention before. Filthy big. At least dwarfing her own “precious” back in male days. Clean too—well-groomed, surprisingly. Smooth shaft, thick though. Veins bulging, utterly ferocious.
‘That fits inside me…?’
Strange shame. A flicker of self-loathing. Her lower belly tingled. Gross, yet curiously intriguing.
Staring blankly at it, she left Carlyle in agony.
‘Gonna lose it.’
Such a pure reaction. Lush, deep lashes framing sparkling amethyst eyes. Curiosity gleaming there—he couldn’t just shove her down.
‘God, I want to…’
Lay her flat now, plunge into that molten tightness. But no. He waited patiently. First time she’d come to him like this. Couldn’t squander it.
Anyway.
Bianca Shama looked resolved now. Determination in those pretty amethyst eyes.
In truth, Vita had just reignited her will.
‘I’ll make you cum quick too.’
More flustered than expected, but no backing down. Shrink that oversized nuisance. Wipe the leisure off his face. Another contest.
Carlyle saw it too—already lightheaded. Totally unlooked-for. He’d planned to beg Tyler someday.
Vita clenched and unclenched her fists, squeezed her eyes shut then popped them wide.
“Haa— *ahem*.”
Deep sigh. A few fake coughs.
Finally, summoning every ounce of courage, she grasped it.
“Ugh—!”
Carlyle let out a sharp groan. The soft, cool touch was irresistible.
Vita drew more boldness from the sound. Hot—so hot. Pulsing fiercely. Nearly dropped it on first grab, wanted to flee even now. Was this really necessary?
‘I’ll definitely make you cum…!’
Swish—swish—
Fueled by sheer zeal, Vita began moving her hand—awkward as hell.
Swish—swish—
To Carlyle, the situation was profoundly bewildering. All sorts of confusion—but the good kind.
He hadn’t expected this. She was so pure. Yet here was Bianca Shama, doing something untaught, of her own accord. Lewd in the most admirable way.
Of course, he didn’t like her just for their physical chemistry or her wild side. But no man hates it when his beloved turns frisky like this.
His satisfaction? Beyond words.
That tiny, delicate hand gripping him. Slowly, awkwardly stroking up and down.
Her face screamed reluctance. Not quite contempt, but no delight either. More like peeking competitive fire—some burning zeal.
“U, ung…”
Her movements? Clumsy to the extreme. First-time awkwardness oozed from every stroke.
Swish—swish—
But her hand was soft. Her concentrating gaze? Endearingly cute.
Vita just sped up her strokes.
‘Cum already!’
Your turn to lose it. Know how frustrating it is when it’s always just me?
Her handiwork screamed that plea. Not that she was thrilled about it.
She’d caressed him in a huff, and glancing up—his face was hilarious. Flustered yet stiff. Somehow, it excited her too.
Panting softly, Vita asked,
“H-how’s… it feel…?”
Like she’d pout if he didn’t say good. Those cute red lips framing the words. Blushing cheeks gazing up.
Carlyle found it adorable—hell to endure. No answer, her strokes slowed.
Vita didn’t realize: the stimulation hitting him was massive.
The whole setup. Lately, no release—head too tangled for it. Then their dramatic makeup, holding back since the gym storeroom. Even on the sofa—her pleasure first.
But now? His beloved Bianca Shama, delivering this unforeseen thrill. Clumsy as sin. Innocent caress. That’s why it wrecked him—her pure first attempt.
What to do? Tell her stop? Too cute. Felt too damn good.
Unaware, she pouts at his silence.
“G-good or not…!”
Misreading it. Spunk rising—strokes quicken.
‘Sly bastard… won’t admit it.’
Face says no leisure left, must feel good—yet denies. Stiff expression? Effect working. Maybe just a bit more.
‘Seriously, a little longer…!’
That’s why she kept going, gently gripping.
Ei, ei—! Cum quick like a premature jerk? Admit it feels good? Maybe her first win.
All her own doing.
“…Ugh!”
Suddenly, Carlyle’s face locked. He tried shoving her hand away—too late.
Tried to warn, but couldn’t hold. Potent spurts flew everywhere.
Vita right in front—disaster, even splattering her face.
“……”
“……”
Long silence hung.
“A, uh…”
Carlyle snapped to first, utterly flustered. Grabbed a towel, wiped her face frantically.
“S-sorry.”
Like a total newbie—clumsy handjob did him in. Unforeseen mess.
But hilariously, absurdly—Bianca Shama wore the weirdest expression.
“F-finally…”
Like crying? Smiling?
“Finally, what?”
Guilty, he played along.
Vita couldn’t contain it.
‘I… won…!’
First time ever! Fine, up to there. But this?
Next instant, she shoved Carlyle hard.
“You crazy bastard…!”
Frantically pawed her face.
“F-face…”
“Just wiped it off quick.”
“Quick…?”
Bianca Shama was pissed. They say a woman’s wrath brings frost in May.
Tears even welling amid it.
Carlyle’s spine chilled; embarrassed, he rubbed his face dry. But it was Bianca—her clumsiness had undone him.
“Sorry, Bianca. Bathroom first.”
So Carlyle Schultz took her tiny hand, led her to the bathroom.
And with sincere care, soothed her as he washed her up.
“Seriously, what the hell…”
“Sorry. For real.”
Anyway—it’d been good, no doubt. A faint smile crept on.
Main event still pending. Face? He’d recover it later.