Then I'll Have to Prove It
Then I'll have to prove it.
What the...? Did he... already...? The air in the room grew cold. Carlyle's expression was frozen in place. What the hell had just happened?
Going back to the moment of initial penetration...
"...!" Bianca let out a stifled groan from the sudden pain below, but her naturally lewd body adapted to the change in no time. "Ahhng... Mm!" Gripped firmly by large hands on her hips, slowly and steadily pierced—it definitely hurt at first, but as time passed, a strange, tingling sensation crept in, something oddly exquisite.
"Ha, Bianca."
Carlyle wouldn't stay still for even a second. He kept kissing her, and when she turned her head away, the hand that had been caressing her would turn it right back, forcing their eyes to meet. My name's Vita, not some Bianca. She wanted to say it, but the stimulation was too intense to speak. Her mind was on the verge of checking out.
Ridiculously, all this had happened in an absurdly short time.
Th-this... This unbelievable sensation. Bianca had never known anything like it. What the hell was this? It had nothing to do with her will. But it was her choice. And it was a bet, after all.
As she struggled against the waves of pleasure, Carlyle suddenly stopped moving completely. With a bewildered look on his face.
"...?"
Of course. Even the oblivious Bianca could sense something was off. Carlyle had turned into a statue, for crying out loud? Facing each other, she could see his expression clearly. He let out a short grunt, looking utterly speechless.
At first puzzled, Bianca arrived at one hypothesis.
So, don't tell me...?
In this situation, it had to be... he'd finished already? He was frozen like an idiot, after all.
At this unexpected windfall, Bianca slowly regained her composure.
Right? He came...?
He'd been all cocky. She'd been panting and struggling, but now a sly smile leaked from her lips.
No, really. It sure looked like it. Nothing else explained that face or the sudden halt.
So this bet...
Finally, she'd beaten Carlyle. The academy's infamous Casanova, the top predator alpha male. And he'd turned out to be a premature ejaculator who came the second he entered? Bianca knew the concept from her knowledge, and the anticlimactic end made her want to laugh.
Tsk tsk... Poor guy. How embarrassing for him.
Anyway, she'd won! Finally beaten this jerk!
As the moment of reaping her rewards for enduring the pleasure arrived, Bianca concluded—
"Pfft—"
She let out a deliberate snicker.
"You... came, didn't you...?"
She forced the words out, her voice still trembling from the aftershocks.
Only then did emotion return to Carlyle's face. Look at him pretending not to know. Of course he wouldn't want to admit it.
"Premature ejaculator, despite all that..." Her final blow to the silent Carlyle! Admit it and pull out already? It was just making her mad.
"Ha, what...?"
Finally snapping out of it, Carlyle reacted properly. A disbelieving laugh. He had his pride, refusing to admit it to the end.
"If you came, pull out already."
As the triumphant Bianca teased him again—
"Don't tell me... this is your first time today...?"
An out-of-left-field question. It sounded strangely serious, so Bianca shut her mouth. First time? Of course it was. What did he take her chastity for? Well, it wasn't her original body, so no resentment there, but strictly speaking, it was her first.
But what's that got to do with anything?
Carlyle stared at her with an unreadable gaze, making Bianca oddly irritated. It wasn't embarrassing to admit it was her first, but in this situation, she didn't want to. Her pride stung weirdly.
"No, it's not my first?"
But from Carlyle's perspective, it was an obvious lie. This cute creature was terrible at lying. It showed all over her face. Her face flushed tomato-red, eyes darting shamelessly as she said it.
Yeah, it's her first. Carlyle was convinced.
***
A bit earlier.
Actually, it had been risky. This seductive woman had nearly made him lose it the moment he entered. But who was Carlyle? The acknowledged alpha male. He'd endured the crisis.
So the reason he'd suddenly stopped mid-act was the red bloodstain on his member. Sure, it might not bleed even if it was a first time, but if it did...
Don't tell me I...?
To confirm the truth, he'd halted.
"It is your first, right."
"I said no."
Stubbornly cute, denying it. How strong was her pride? At least to Carlyle, it was clear: this was her first. Her first time.
Such words felt odd to say, but Carlyle knew himself well. With plenty of experience, he'd dated many women, and whether they were virgins or not hadn't mattered much. He wasn't one himself, had no right to demand it, and hadn't attached meaning to such trivialities before.
But now, why? For some reason, in this moment, Carlyle felt something special.
"I said it's not."
Her sulky face looked adorable. Satisfaction welled up inside him.
"Kuh—"
Carlyle finally burst into laughter, realizing anew. Deep down, he'd wanted this. He'd wished, somehow, that he be Bianca's first.
I want to be her first.
It might sound creepy, like something naive boys dream of with their first girl. But he'd projected that wish onto himself. Not mere conquest lust, but because this woman felt special. He didn't know why, but contradictory—hoping not while hoping yes.
In short, Carlyle was deeply satisfied now.
"Alright, Bianca. Let's say you're right."
His smile made her look uneasy. Her expression showed it all.
"...What're you up to?"
Her face scrunched as she desperately guessed why he was smiling. It was so cute that Carlyle chuckled and dropped the bomb.
"Be my girlfriend."
"Wh-what...?"
Bianca was floored. Suddenly acting all high and mighty, spouting nonsense?
At her prickly reaction, Carlyle paused but pressed on.
"I'll take responsibility for your first. So be my girl."
"Have you finally lost it?"
Bianca reacted. What was wrong with this guy's head? Why didn't he expect rejection? More than that— she'd said it wasn't her first, and he believed her?
"Yeah, no thanks—"
So she flipped him off right in his face. My girlfriend? Eat shit.
"What's your reason?"
Carlyle Schultz looked genuinely curious. From his view, this might be his first rejection ever. Thinking that, Bianca felt oddly good and threw out a random excuse.
Hmm, 'cause you're ugly...? Nah, not honest. Even empty compliments... never mind.
Then 'cause your personality sucks? Decent, but too mild to hit hard.
After pondering, Bianca found the perfect answer. The ultimate strike to devastate this rude lunatic!
"You're a premature ejaculator."
Carlyle's face hardened. Bianca got a thrill. That's the one.
"Came the second you put it in. Poor premature Carlyle."
She mocked more, and he looked outright pissed. Too childish? But it was fact!
Giggling inwardly, Bianca froze the next instant.
"Seriously, you're driving me crazy. What makes you think you can say that...?"
He rubbed his forehead, sighing angrily. But why was he smiling?
Unnerved, Bianca stiffened. Carlyle chuckled and leaned in.
"Then I'll have to prove it. That I'm no premature ejaculator."
"Uh, wha...?"
Honestly, after that, she didn't remember much.
***
"Haaang! Heut...!"
By now, night had deepened. Their lovemaking had stretched on surprisingly long. Provoked by her solo delusion and teasing, Carlyle had punished her thoroughly.
Bianca was a total mess, out of her mind. Good thing the soundproofing was solid; she didn't care about the surroundings. No idea how much time had passed. Moonlight filtered through the window.
Carlyle silently gazed at the exhausted woman asleep on his bed. She'd been tormented by him nonstop until completely spent. Condoms scattered everywhere—who knew how many. He was always meticulous about contraception, never skipping them.
Honestly, tonight had been risky. She was too arousing.
"...Bianca."
Something felt profoundly new. Stroking her sweaty hair, Carlyle sank into thought. Even he couldn't quite believe what had happened today. Strange emotions swirled.
What is this?
Why did he feel this way about a woman he'd just met? Just looking at her made him smile involuntarily—a bizarre, indescribable emotion. Never felt it before. He'd heard some feelings come unexpectedly.
I like you, Carlyle.
Carlyle Schultz had always found those frequent words amusing. Like me? What kind of feeling is that? If real, what's the reason? He sometimes didn't understand himself—what did they see? Looks? Body? Meaningful?
He'd never blocked women who came or clung to those who left. He'd kept it up vaguely hoping he'd eventually feel it, understand "like." Trashy? Fair.
But despite not knowing love, he'd longed for it for years. Orphaned from birth, no family. Sometimes, unavoidably, he'd feel utterly alone in the world. Selfishly, he'd maintained relationships to fill that void.
If I keep dating, maybe I'll like her eventually.
He dreamed of starting a family soon. Casually. But he'd never found the answer. Never truly liked a girlfriend. Eventually tired of it all, he'd stopped dating lately.
Then this bet challenge came at a bored moment.
Yeah, but...
"......"
Hmm. Now it felt... different.
Sure, earlier he'd jokingly said he'd take responsibility, be his girl. But unable to name his true feelings, Carlyle pondered. Was he serious then? Gently stroking her sleeping hair, murmuring her name.
"Bianca, Bianca..."
He gazed at her closed eyelids like exploring amethysts. When those eyes had glazed with ecstasy, she'd been so cute and beautiful. Objectively, he'd dated women more his type before—curvier, mature figures. Bianca wasn't lacking, but delicate and petite.
Yet that body was hypersensitive and lewd, transcending taste.
Thought my head was spinning. Until just now.
Plus, this seductive woman. Mouth said no, but perfect chemistry, no real resistance. Surely, deep down, she liked him too—Carlyle was convinced. Recalling the satisfying moments.
During sex, he always matched the woman's taste. Uniquely, Bianca got excited when he was rough in words but gentle in touch. Not bad, so he'd immersed himself.
Did you cum? Not yet?
Ah, n-not...
Tell the truth, and I'll stop?
Gripping her small white ass, thrusting hard—her leaking screams.
C-cumming—!
Answer properly, with respect.
What respect— Her eyes protested, but she shattered soon.
Heut, I came—sir!
"Ha—"
Even this brief flashback hardened him again. But she was out cold, so he sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead.
"So lewd and horny..."
A vixen in innocent clothing. But he'd tormented her enough today; he'd hold back.
"Did you like it today?"
He whispered pointlessly into her sleeping ear, chuckling wryly at his novice-like self.
Really... driving me crazy.
Suppressing his urges, he closed his eyes to sleep. Tossing a while, he finally drifted off.
And meanwhile.
The next morning, Bianca woke to a baffling sight.
...?
Utterly ridiculous.