Swept Away in Unfamiliar Flames
Wanting to do it with her, the moment Vita was laid back onto the bed and pinned down happened all at once. She tried to react, but her lips were already devoured.
"…!"
It was just their lips pressing together, but she couldn't get a read on the situation. What... is this... She struggled as best she could, but for some reason, his insistent pressure left her utterly helpless. Then, when that soft sensation invaded her tender mouth, Vita's mind jolted awake for a split second.
This, insane! You crazy bastard-! She tried to yell it out, but the unfamiliar feeling inside her mouth stopped her short. Why? It was utterly impossible. Ugh, what... She had no clue what was going on, but when her teeth were lightly grazed, Vita froze at the bizarre sensation. After that, she just... got swept up in it. The situation made no sense, but this weird feeling was even more incomprehensible.
Carlyle Schultz was immersing himself in the act for the first time in a while. She's so cute, this one. He wrapped his tongue around her hesitant, fluttering one as if it were their first time, sucking gently on her lips while savoring her slowly. Her melting expression was adorably endearing. Her face was flushed beet red, her body rigid like a statue, trembling faintly—it was almost too cute to bear. Was she resisting or not? Innocent or seductive? Even Carlyle Schultz felt his head heating up.
Well, coming into this room willingly was confirmation enough of her intentions. She'd tempted him in this fresh, novel way, piquing his interest. When she'd provocatively challenged him to a "match," he'd played along like it was child's play, planning to send her off after. But...
"Mmph... Ngh..."
Her reactions were so novel. This was a first for him, so he gradually got serious. Her lower body, which had been flailing, now nestled quietly in his arms, her face turned a pretty tomato shade as she panted raggedly.
"Ha-"
Carlyle had embraced plenty of women, but this level of sensitivity was definitely a first. Vita, well, she just couldn't move. Overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling and the panic from the situation, she didn't even know why she was like this. Her face burned crimson as her lips quivered wordlessly, until something suddenly clicked.
Wait, could this be... What flashed through her mind was that damn drug from that bastard. Nothing else could explain it. Come to think of it, just now... Damn, insane! Hadn't he stolen her first kiss? The chastity she'd guarded all these years as a man.
You dog-! Vita's mind cleared, and she immediately tried to kick Carlyle off, but he was one step faster.
"…!"
Her female body went completely rigid for another reason entirely.
"As expected, no bra."
With a lazy predator's gaze, Carlyle licked his lips and murmured in a low voice. Soft, pliant flesh was cradled in his hand.
"Hah-!"
Vita let out a moan like that, then clapped a hand over her own mouth in shock. What the hell is this! This nonsensical sensation. No, what is it! Is this how a woman's body normally feels? Or just this one? Too stunned, Vita started hiccuping, but it stopped when his other hand claimed her opposite breast.
"Your body's so lewd. And incredibly sensitive."
His cool hand pressed over her pounding heart, choking off her breath. She couldn't help it—her whole body felt gripped tight, words failing her. Even his bullshit didn't get a rise out of her.
Slipping upward, her thin top was pushed aside. Carlyle, eyes burning hot on the pale, translucent skin and its pale pink peaks, slowly lowered his head.
"Ah... W-Wait...!"
Her instinctive "wait" died as her breath caught again.
'…!'
Because his dry, hot lips brushed her nipple. His rough tongue teased it playfully.
"Beautiful, Bianca."
Even when Carlyle paused to say that, Vita couldn't think straight. Bianca? What was that again? Her mind was too scattered to remember.
"Haa- Ngh..."
The room's air was scorching. Carlyle's hand had slipped under the plain white fabric, reaching her secret spot.
"S-Stop...!"
As his fingers stroked the soft cleft, she shook her head, hand over her mouth, looking utterly erotic. Carlyle had no intention of stopping, so his large hand soon slid inside the cloth.
What's this, like a kid...? Normally, he'd think that. Strictly speaking, the hairless mound and modestly sized breasts weren't his type. But when her delicate folds quivered under his touch, he didn't care anymore.
Why am I getting so worked up...? Right now, Carlyle was unusually aroused, faster than usual. Her light auburn delicate hair, her dainty features. Those amethyst eyes gasping in unfamiliar pleasure were insanely hot. Yeah, Bianca. He'd almost forgotten her name earlier, but now he remembered clearly. Looking again, she had a pretty feminine figure—curves where they should be, dips where they fit. Not glamorous, but feminine enough to stir a man. For an experienced guy like Carlyle Schultz, that alone would be ordinary. But this body was ridiculously sensitive. A body that stiffened from just a kiss—lewd as hell.
Soon, his fingers slipped inside her most delicate, lewd, sensitive part.
"Ahn... W-Wai...!"
Was that a "wait"? He could guess she was trying to say something, but he didn't stop. Her body thrashed like a fish soon after. Her soaked panties slipped off her ankle amid the shaking legs, but Carlyle ignored it, lowering his head again.
Smack- Smack- He slowly suckled her soft, pliant breasts. While working his hand diligently. She was too out of breath to think straight.
"Ahng-!"
Whenever her hips bucked up, his other palm pressed lightly on her lower belly.
"……!"
From then on, her sensitive, lewd body started convulsing wildly until she came hard.
"Hahk- Hahk-"
She panted raggedly. Her whole body flushed red, one hand clutching his forearm like a lifeline, the other desperately covering her mouth as it tried to gape. It was insanely erotic. Carlyle brushed back his sweat-dampened bangs and teased playfully.
"Why are you so wet?"
Quite satisfied, he asked. She squeezed her eyes shut, perhaps from shame.
"And we haven't even started yet."
He added, pausing to sip water and wait for her response. Then, a faint curse reached his ears.
"You... bastard..."
"No strength left to talk?"
Of course, Carlyle wasn't fazed by the insult. Maybe embarrassed about being so wet. He'd pleasured her thoroughly, so he was content.
"Hup..."
But something felt off.
"Want some water too?"
As he poured a second glass and offered it, she suddenly mustered strength and swatted it away.
"...I'm really gonna kill you."
Carlyle choked mid-sip. Not from the words, but the watery tone in her voice. Wait, crying? It wasn't his imagination.
"Get out, you asshole..."
She was crying in frustration, and Carlyle was genuinely flustered. Why? Wasn't this consensual play? She'd come to his room knowing full well.
Did I mess up somewhere? The situation was beyond his comprehension.
"Hic... Hup-"
A woman crying before him. He'd seen plenty—enough to get sick of it. In fact, ditching them the moment they cried was his creed. Crying women were poison to him.
"Hng-"
But for some reason, right now, it felt wrong to do that. What doesn't she like? Carlyle's body stiffened. A tightness built in his chest. He fidgeted restlessly, startling even himself. He should be pissed—this was him satisfying her fully, yet being treated like he'd forced it. But strangely, he felt like the bad guy. Like a bug.
What is it? Why. Questioning himself, yet despite the cooled mood, he couldn't lash out. Free-spirited—or rude, depending on the view—that was Carlyle. For the first time, he made a different choice.
"...S-Sorry."
Awkward, like his first time apologizing. No response. When he tentatively touched her hand—
Slap-
She swatted it away roughly. Her angry huffs and stifled sobs filled his ears. Vita was in deep shock, unable to accept her earlier state. Had her mind gone weird with the female body? Drug side effect? Her cherished first experience, her male chastity—ruined so absurdly. And she'd moaned and clung like she loved it, now sniffling like a girl. She wasn't normal.
Why are the tears coming...? Even that shocked her. Men only cry three times in life. She wanted to bolt right now, but her waist had no strength. Still, she couldn't stay forever. As Vita barely pulled herself together—
Wait, is that it...? Carlyle reached a conclusion. He'd probably been too rough. Mood mattered more to her than he'd thought. No other issues. She'd consented by coming here, hinting clearly. What "match" happens alone in a room between man and woman?
Plus, if she really hated it... She'd have fought back for real, but she hadn't. He'd been bold because he thought she wanted it, seducing him. Women around Carlyle were always like that. He never blocked those who came, never clung to those who left. But this one kept getting exceptions.
What the hell. Irritation surged—not bad, just confusing. Her attitude, his own. Yet it made him oddly anxious, like his rookie days. Anyway, apologize first.
"My bad."
"What'd you do wrong?"
Her voice calmer now, with a retort. Carlyle, who'd been agonizing, gave his best answer.
"Didn't set the mood right?"
"...Ha, insane..."
Vita squeezed her eyes shut in disbelief, and Carlyle frowned at the reaction. Wrong answer, apparently. Then what? Frowning in thought, he finally confessed honestly.
"I like you. Don't know why, but..."
Ruffling his hair awkwardly. Absurdly, his voice trembled slightly—he realized it as he spoke, that he meant it. His tension was so palpable, even with her back turned, that a brief silence fell in the small room. Both flustered.
"……"
Carlyle at his sudden realization. Vita at his attitude toward her. His voice is shaking...? The great Carlyle? The guy she'd always seen as a rival, ignoring her completely unlike how she obsessed over him—the total asshole? He seemed genuinely sorry. Guess he had a conscience. And Vita remembered something she'd forgotten.
Carlyle, ever the pro, picked up on the shifted vibe like a ghost.
"Let's do it, Bianca."
"W-What...?"
As expected. Her voice sounded appeased, so instead of answering, he gently embraced her from behind.
...C-Crazy! Vita wasn't stupid. She knew what that sensation at her hips meant—her sex ed knowledge was decent.
"Hey, you... f..."
She whipped around to curse him out, but his uncharacteristically serious face stopped her.
"I want you, Bianca."
The curse swallowed. Bianca—her female name. Recognizing it froze her brain. What bullshit is this? She thought, but what she saw was—
"I wanna do it with you."
"Y-Yeah, Bianca...?"
Had this guy eaten something weird? The great Carlyle was pleading so unlike himself! Slyly, the corners of Vita's mouth twitched upward.