Studying Amicably
Bianca Shama truly loved what they called kissing during their peaceful study sessions. And she especially liked a gentle yet forceful approach. Knowing this, Carlyle always put tremendous effort into every kiss from the start. He wanted to plunge inside her right then and there. His lower body was already rock-hard, aching to the point of pain. But Carlyle wanted them both to feel good. He wanted her to savor it.
“Mm… Ahh…”
So Carlyle wrapped one strong arm around her petite frame, hugging her tight, while his other hand cradled the back of her head, fixing it firmly toward him.
“Stick out your tongue, Bianca.”
As their breaths mingled, he could see the woman in his arms melting into a hazy, blissful expression. It drew them deeper into each other. His solid arm supported her slender waist. Slow, shallow kisses caressed her like a lover's touch. He suckled lightly at her lips, then swept his tongue over the soft cavern of her mouth. Faintly sweet saliva, breaths growing ragged. The firmness of his body against the softness of hers. Just a man and a woman. A searing heat burned in his deep golden eyes.
Something’s… dangerous…
Just a kiss, just her nape being stroked and her body held tight—Vita’s mind had been spinning for ages.
…So strong.
It felt like bondage. Like she belonged to him completely. It frustrated her, playing right into his hands, yet that annoyance only fueled a growing ache in her chest. Her body heated up.
“Mm… Ng…”
Before she knew it, Vita’s slim arms looped around Carlyle’s sturdy neck. Their eyes met wordlessly now and then, during brief pauses for breath. Even then, their lips brushed lightly. Smack… smack…
To be precise, Vita couldn’t tear her gaze from his. It felt like she’d be devoured, pulled inexorably in. The desire mirrored in those golden eyes was so profound and scorching it stole her breath.
When his hand tightened at her nape again, Vita had no choice—really no choice. Disheveled and panting, she responded to him.
Touch, sight, even sound. Their noses rubbed softly. Lips ground wetly together. The slick sounds of their mouths grazed her ear.
“You like it, Bianca?”
His low voice rumbled right in her ear. Vita tried to play it cool, turning her head away.
“I-it’s not like I like it…!”
Don’t get cocky. Carlyle could be so cluelessly insensitive sometimes. Really. She might’ve been enjoying it, but words like that cooled her off fast.
But just as she started to pout, Vita gasped in shock.
“…?!”
Her body jolted. No underwear, after all. And that palm rubbing wildly inside her shirt.
“Your nipples are rock-hard.”
“Ha… Nngh…”
Unable to reply, leaking a moan, Vita’s face burned crimson. Already flushed, now she was a full tomato—shame flooding her from his blunt words.
She shoved at his chest.
“N-no more—!”
Not doing this with you. But her tiny, fragile hands were no match. He pinned them easily.
“No more what?”
He yanked her wriggling body back into his arms, smirking mischievously as he leaned in.
“Tell me, Bianca. Why’d you provoke me?”
“P-provoke you…?”
Vita denied it, face aflame, but it rang hollow.
“It wasn’t like that at all.”
“For real? Honestly?”
She nodded, and he chuckled.
“Nah, it was.”
“What do you mean, nah…!”
Before she could snap back, their lips met again.
“Ng… Mmph…”
This time rougher. Her breath trapped completely. She felt his raw lust. A fiercer kiss. At the same time, a large hand slipped under her shirt.
“Ahng, no…!”
Vita shook her head, but his pursuing lips stole every gasp. Her soft breasts crushed in his grip, stiff nipples conquered by his rough palm’s friction. Her smooth, curved hips pressed against his rigid lower body. Pulled flush.
Ah, so dizzy…
A faint fever spread through her. It blazed like wildfire. She couldn’t contain her body’s craving anymore. Bianca Shama knew it. Even through her fading thoughts, it was clear.
This isn’t… a match…
It wasn’t a match. Obviously. Yet somehow, resisting the flow felt impossible—cradled tight in his massive arms. Pinned, unable to squirm. Breath plundered, head held fast. Her whole body scorching like fire.
Th-this…
No resisting that. Her head spun. And a strange, indescribable emotion wrapped around her entirely.
Just like this…
She wanted to surrender her body. With Carlyle Schultz alone, these subtle feelings swept her away time and again. They’d done this before. Her body remembered his efforts for her sake, the bliss to come.
“…Be honest. Say it.”
His low voice, thick with the same heat.
“You did it on purpose. Right?”
“Wh-what…!”
Ridiculous. No intent at all. Vita rallied to argue back.
“Otherwise, no way you’d be this soaked.”
She glanced down at his words—and went speechless.
Damn, insane…!
The wet stain blatant on her shorts.
“No, it’s not…”
Face blazing, she tried covering it, but her body lifted weightlessly.
“Bedtime now.”
It was starting. The real deal. Embarrassed, Vita blurted,
“You, you…! Last time, how much hassle doing laundry!”
“Not my fault, is it…?”
His logical comeback.
“Maybe ‘cause someone’s too sensitive and soaks everything?”
“That’s ‘cause you…!”
Her body hit the soft bed. Top and bottoms stripped in seconds—loose tee and shorts, laughably easy. No undies, so her bare skin hit the air.
Carlyle grinned down at her.
“I did that to you?”
“Y-yeah!”
Face beet-red.
“Why strip me all sudden!”
Her glare sharp—even as her thighs shyly clamped together. Utterly adorable. Carlyle’s head reeled; he paused. He’d been craving this since that photo today—tumbling with Bianca.
“Gotta do what needs doing, Bianca?”
Voice casual, but his actions urgent. Pants tossed aside, he moved to the bed. As he leaned in to lie down, a small hand stopped him.
“This time, it’s a match too.”
The usual order.
“Don’t laugh—be serious!”
“Serious bed match? Sounds good to me.”
He chuckled, agreed. The rest flowed naturally. Beside her, he unraveled her completely—licking, rubbing, sucking everywhere.
“Ahn, hng…!”
Drove her mindless.
“W-wait…!”
“You said serious match.”
He painted her flushed, pretty body in his colors. Delicate earlobe, plush soft breasts, cute-yet-sultry navel, right up to her thighs.
“Ahh, seriously…”
Meticulous enough to fluster her. Lips and hands leaving marks. Each red bloom on her pale, translucent skin satisfied him more. Staking claim: Bianca Shama is mine. Frail as a fawn, seductive as a cat.
“So pretty today.”
Of course he told her. Basic courtesy. But he was the provoked one this time—perfect chance for teasing barbs. While she drowned in pleasure, he slid his head lower.
“Drenched and dripping. ‘Cause it’s such a sloppy little pussy?”
Hot, slick folds. Flick the tiny nub between, and she quivered.
“Hup, you…!”
To Carlyle, that meant more. He teased on, cupping her fully.
“Downy soft fuzz, and it looks insanely pretty.”
Pulled his hand away—giving her a split-second breather.
“You… Hnng… you’re dead—?!”
She shrieked, rearing up, but her slit gushed fresh nectar. Carlyle lapped it all hungrily. His favorite woman—her essence even tasted sweet. Her body arched wildly, waist lifting.
“Haaang…! What the…”
Pillow propped under her hips. His huge, rough hands pinned her small belly; his face buried between her thighs. Infinitely tiny, fragile, innocent, cute next to him—yet unconsciously seductive, bewitching men. At Bianca Shama’s most vulnerable core.
“Ahh, hng…!”
The sight, the sensation below—Vita shattered fast. Clutching his head, arm over her mouth, stifling her cries.
Anyway, a match was a match—and this was round umpteen. Limp from her first peak’s afterglow, Vita rallied.
Can’t keep going like this.
Last time’s minor win boosted her confidence. Time for a counterplay. Meanwhile, Carlyle sheathed himself.
—Always use protection, okay?
Mom’s advice resurfaced; Vita flushed. He was diligent in the weirdest ways. Protection was obvious, sure.
Whatever.
“I can do it too!”
Carlyle barely blinked anymore. This time, what? his face said.
“You—just lie there from now on.”
Always on the receiving end felt unfair. Clueless how, but. Red-faced, Vita declared it.
Just shove it in, right?
She’d seen it in a book once. Woman on top.
“…Knock yourself out.”
No complaints from him. Then—a spark. He smirked, grabbed something.
“Give it a shot.”
Lying back. Shockingly—a history workbook.
Vita gaped.
“What the hell is this?”
“You said study hard.”
“No, I mean…”
Is his head okay? Study now? But a thought struck; she swallowed hard.
Ridiculous, yet… maybe brilliant? Top position gave her control, leeway. Studying? Distraction gold—split her focus from pleasure.
Perfect for winning this.
Yeah! He always dominated; this leveled it. Her pace.
But now I’m…
Active first, studying to scatter her nerves—victory! She trusted her focus.
Let’s do this…
Vita figured it winnable.
But soon after.
“Hng! Ahn…”
Awkwardly, she rocked her hips. The hand gripping the workbook trembled faintly.
“Keep reading, Bianca?”
Carlyle, utterly relaxed.
What the…
Waist quivering—what is this? Urged on, Vita forced out the words.
“Among King Charles’s key social reforms… Ng, hnng…!”
“Tax system overhaul. Keep going.”
“C-can’t…”
Pride forbade quitting. So as she trembled,
Slap—
“Hyaa—?!”
Sudden smack on her ass. Vita yelped, clapping a hand over her mouth in panic.