I Love You, Too (Side Story 1 Complete)
Slowly, she brings her lips closer. *Chu—*
Bianca never imagined she'd end up doing something like this in her life. Pressing her own lips to a man's cock of her own volition. Her body tenses with awkwardness, but she steels herself anyway.
"B-Bianca…"
Looking up at Carlyle's face, she sees utter bewilderment. Does she look like a pervert? Is this weird? Or… does he like it? It's not like she's immune to embarrassment herself. Her face flushes tomato-red, but she has no intention of stopping. *Smack— smack—*
Maybe a bit clumsily, cautiously, she presses her lips to it. At first with her eyes squeezed shut, then opening them afterward. It's strange, but not unpleasant. She can't help a slight grimace, though.
'Ugh…'
It's bodily fluid, after all. Even she can't help reacting that way, but she'd braced herself for it. So Bianca feels no real self-loathing.
'…It's Carlyle's, so what's the big deal.'
It's the body of the man she loves, so surprisingly, it doesn't feel dirty at all. Not gross. The way it throbs is almost funny. He's a guy after all, she thinks, finding it kinda cute. Maybe her head's gone weird in the meantime. It's ridiculous, she knows. But because it's Carlyle, Bianca endures it all.
Everything feels okay. She's pretty far gone, really. They're a man and a woman now—it's natural. Lovers overflowing with emotion, instinctively craving each other's bodies. She's a woman, Carlyle Schultz is a man. Maybe… yeah. She might not even feel this awkwardness if she'd been a girl from the start.
But she is a girl now. So Bianca thinks she can't just receive without giving back. As a woman, she has to put in more effort. She wants him satisfied too.
'I'll give as good as I got…'
That's why she's doing this of her own will. Gently stroking it with her small hand. *Smack— smack—* Just like in that video earlier, pressing her lips to it. Even awkwardly taking it into her soft mouth. She swirls her tongue tentatively around the tip.
"Ngh, Bianca…"
The usual composure is gone from Carlyle's face. A low groan escapes him, his brows furrowed. But she knows it's from pleasure, so Bianca gains confidence. Her determination bubbles up, and she dives in deeper.
'It's not as bad as I thought… hmm…'
It even seems kinda doable. She brushes her falling hair behind her ear, making *slurp slurp* sounds as she bobs back and forth. Instinctively avoiding her teeth, she teases the rigid shaft like a lollipop or melting ice cream. Hand and mouth working together.
Being like this makes it even better. A crazy thought, but it's subtly addictive. Overwhelmed by the stark, masculine presence, Bianca flushes with a strange heat. Her head spins.
'What is this…'
Her mind goes fuzzy. Unconsciously aroused herself, her own core is already drenched, slick arousal pooling. Something, something. Her thoughts blur. She's the one pleasuring him, yet it feels strangely like she's being pleasured too. A sense of service, and with it, stark realization: Carlyle Schultz is the male, Bianca Shama the female. Destined mates for mating, her devotion proof of how much she loves and accepts him.
'I… now…'
She's fully his now, aware of her womanhood, her lower belly tightening. She could do this mindlessly all day. It's Carlyle's, so it's good. Deep down, that's what she thinks unconsciously, her eyes glazing over as she doesn't stop. *Slurp— slurp—* Sucking it like a delicious popsicle.
'Cum… cum already…!'
Don't girls do this? She loves him so much she's going this far. She likes it too, but he must love it, right?
"Is it… good…?!"
Bianca asks in a heated whisper. Say it's amazing! There's fun in gauging his reactions too.
"…Ngh, yeah. Good."
She feels his body twitch and tremble. Brows furrowed, honest reaction. Bianca giggles, Pfft.
'Yeah, that's more like it.'
That's how he should react. Glad he's enjoying it. She can make him feel good too! So she doesn't let go.
"What the hell, Bianca…"
His expression looks desperate, even dizzy—hilarious and satisfying. As he rubs his forehead and tries to sit up, she pushes him back down.
"…I wanna keep going."
She presses her head against his abs again.
"Your cock tastes good."
*Slurp slurp*, saliva coating it, lips smacking. She brushes her hair aside and takes him back in. A line from the video—calculated. The effect is tremendous!
"What the—?!"
*Spurt— spurt—* Carlyle Schultz can't hold back and cums.
"…"
Silence hangs in the room for a moment. Semen spreads in her mouth. The fishy taste snaps Bianca back to reality.
'Wha—what…?'
What did she just do? She'd blacked out a bit.
"Ah, ugh."
Sitting up, she spits the semen into her palm. Sticky fluid drips.
"Hah—"
Carlyle moves quickly, grabbing tissues to wipe her palm and mouth.
"…Told you to stop."
She catches his exasperated expression tinged with dismay.
"Bianca, you…"
He seems angry, sighing deeply. But then a wry smile.
"Explain yourself."
"Wh-what…?!"
"Where'd you learn this?"
Bianca's mind clears. She's a bit shocked at her own actions. All because she wanted Carlyle to feel good. She'd gotten too into it. But honestly, it wasn't bad—his reactions were fun. And she'd made him lose control.
'This is…'
Satisfying result, but how does he feel?
"W-well, actually…"
She tells him about the bathroom video.
"I wanted to make you feel good too…"
Was it too much? She asks cautiously.
"W-was it… bad…?"
Do guys hate aggressive girlfriends? Prefer passive?
But Carlyle bursts out laughing.
"No, it was the best."
Her face lights up.
"R-really…?"
"A slutty girlfriend like this? Not bad at all."
No guy would hate that.
"I get how you feel."
Bianca Shama's the first to go this far. So feminine and lewd—he couldn't hold back. Even after cumming once, he's painfully hard again. No resisting such a tempting vixen. He wants to plunge into her, make her moan and cry in ecstasy.
He loves her dearly, treasures her. Feeling her love physically stirs an inevitable male urge to dominate.
"C'mere, Bianca."
"Uh, yeah."
He pulls her close, toying with her soft, yielding breasts, whispering huskily into her flushed earlobe.
"I'll step up too."
*Poke— poke—* His hardened length jabs her navel. Sculpted hips, symbol of firmness, prodding her. Almost menacing. If it enters, it'll reach her navel.
'Wh-what…?!'
Didn't he just cum? Bianca panics, but feels her own slickness. Anticipation makes her tense, goosebumps rising. Expectation for the mating to come.
"…Let's do it now."
His gaze burns. Pierced by golden desire.
"I wanna be inside you."
Blunt demand. He rolls on a condom—prepared somehow. Painfully erect.
"…"
For a moment, Carlyle hesitates. Not yet. He sheathes himself.
Seeing it, Bianca thinks unconsciously.
'Someday, maybe without the condom too…?'
Face burning, she bows her head. Definitely in the future, but without it—different feel? That day when their bond deepens?
Imagining it, her breath heats up.
"Can I, Bianca…?"
Always checking her will, gentle Carlyle. She loves that, breathing ragged, beet-red, nodding slightly.
"…Yeah, come here."
If it's Carlyle, she'll accept anything. Do anything for him.
'Probably from now on too…'
She'll never refuse him. She's just one woman to Carlyle Schultz. And she's happy with that.
Anything goes.
"Ahng, Carlyle…!"
Thrusting air, thick. What follows is pure bliss and ecstasy.
How much time passes? Used condoms litter the bed's corner. Carlyle jokes they'd be in trouble without buying extras. Twice? Three times? Who knows.
First time gentle, slow, savoring each other.
—…I love you, Bianca.
—…M-me too.
—You're so warm inside. Melting me.
—Ah, hng…
Under thin covers, agonizingly slow. Deep, languid movements, kissing as they climax together.
Second time slow too.
—Your grip is insane. So soft down there.
—Ahng, really…
—You're beautiful, Bianca.
Tender deep thrusts, his low voice making her melt each time.
—Hng… you too…
—Me too, what…?
But she can't say he's handsome. Too busy moaning, too shy.
Third time rough. Her weakest position—pinned under him, relentlessly pounded. Pale ass gripped by his large hands, too deep.
—Haaang, ah, ng, aaang…!
Can't think straight.
—Punishment for teasing me.
—S-stop…!
Everything visible in this position—embarrassing, heightening sensitivity.
—Tell me if it hurts.
Carlyle Schultz, full weight on her, veined arms braced by her head. Beads of sweat, slow and deep. Burying himself fully.
Feels crushed. Foolish. Completely dominated by Carlyle.
—Wait… hiiyang!
He said speak if it hurts, but no pain—just ruined by pleasure. Walls clenching, fists gripping sheets.
'This is crazy…!'
Cute pale ass squeezes the thick cock fiercely, trembling.
—Kyaaak…!
Vision whites out, weird noises as she cums repeatedly.
Blacking briefly, panting hard.
—Ha, haak, Ca, Carlyle…!
Too intense—wants him to stop. Their compatibility unreal. Body not her own in these moments, violent pleasure idiotizing her. She agrees to anything he says.
His voice thick with lust.
—…You were bad, right, Bianca?
—Y-yeah, hng…!
All my fault…!
—Ngh, politely. Use formal speech, Bianca.
—I was wrong, hng…!
Like a boat in a storm, his hips shake her whole body. Back arching, toes curling. Small hands clutching sheets and pillow.
Then his hand locks with hers. Pinned under firm body, wriggling futilely as she cums hard.
They pant, unmoving for a while. Then Carlyle softens, stroking her hair, voice gentle.
—…Feel good, Bianca?
Can't remember how many times she came. No energy to speak, just nods. He massages her, loosens muscles, brings water.
"Good girl, Bianca."
Praising, holding her. Consciousness returns slowly.
"Hey, during it—if it's too much, tell me anytime."
His usual kind voice. Stroking hair, kissing forehead. She loves it. Knows why he gets rough sometimes—face reddens, ugh.
Her tastes are weird; he's figured it out. Problematic, but not unwelcome. Knows it's his real self, not acting. Gets her more excited when he changes.
'…Why am I like this.'
A twinge of self-doubt, but no dislike.
"Wasn't too much. G-good…"
She mumbles, burying face in his broad chest.
His low chuckle rumbles. Spooning from behind—perfect.
"…I'm hard again."
Peaceful quiet until he speaks awkwardly.
"How many times today? I lost count."
"…D-don't knowww."
Don't say that, idiot. Face burning with shame.
Room lights dimmed. Feeling him by senses alone. His erection presses her soft ass cleft, feminine curves.
*Poke— poke—* Prods, then grinds the groove.
Her breath heats up fast, accepting his presence.
"…Soft, warm. And soaked."
"Ahng, st—!"
Breasts kneaded, ragged moan.
"Don't suck my nipples… ahng, hng—!"
Why do men love breasts so much? She gets it as the owner, but still too much. Bodies slick with fluids, yet insatiable.
'Huge…'
Hugged tight, hard to breathe. Male-female flesh perfectly fused, no gaps. Stiff nipples, soft breasts crushed against his pecs. Rubbed. Legs tangled. Slick sweat, musky scent—mindless. Kissing desperately. Saliva stolen, given.
"Hng, mmph…!"
"Like it, Bianca…?"
Panting breaths trapped in mouths. Husky voice by her ear raises goosebumps.
"Haaang, yeah…"
Instead of words, she kisses more. Shy now she can't deny. Arms around his neck, clinging like oasis in desert.
"…Yeah, I like it."
Honest eventually—she decided to be.
"…Good."
Satisfied, he thrusts deeper. Pushes in fully.
"Ah, aaang! Ah, hauk…!"
*Squelch squelch*. White foam at junction. Tangled hair. Rigid cock pounding softest, frailest part—too lewd. Can't stay sane.
'Everything stimulated, head going crazy…'
Top and bottom. Connected deeply.
"Ng, haaaang, ng, aaang…!"
Bianca lost in entry feel, Carlyle in penetration. Consciousness fades.
"Gonna cum, Bianca…!"
"Yeah, Carlyle…!"
In sync. Lips meet. Feeling heat, sweating, embracing like perfect puzzle.
Lips part, meet deeply again.
'……!'
Suddenly, both shudder. Bianca against his chest, he by her ear, hot breaths confirming presence. Holding tight, savoring afterglow.
Bianca hears his low, sunken voice.
"…I love you, Bianca."
Overflowing heart. After mind-meld and time, finally felt each other fully. Limp, but hearts peacefully content, satisfied.
First time hearing it. "Love you" many times, but this is new.
'What is love…?'
Different from like? She pauses, then nods slowly. If Carlyle's says so, hers too.
"I love you too…"
Surprisingly unshy. Soft reply to Carlyle Schultz.
Exhausted, they bathe together after. He'd suggested it before, but she'd refused shyly, tensely.
Now closer. Docile in his arms, rubbing head on his chest, into the tub.
"This is mine."
Carlyle plays with her hair. Bianca, splashing, giggles.
"Not a kid…"
"This too."
But he gropes her breasts, teasing nipples slyly. Face reddens.
She grabs his cheeks, pecks him—stop the silly talk. If so, isn't he hers too? Every part of Carlyle is hers.
Washing each other slowly leads to heat again. Lovers, man and woman—inevitable. Urgent, no condom; can't leave tub.
Bianca perched on tub edge, taking his desire. She likes it too. Bare more sensitive. Ends quicker than expected.
"Ahng… weird!"
Mind-blowing feel.
"Ngh, Bianca…"
Before cumming, he pulls out. Pearly semen splatters her taut belly.
Then messy bathroom fun. Finally, cuddling in bed.
"Came in evening…"
Now early dawn. Embarrassed, flushed; Carlyle chuckles, poking.
"But it was good, right?"
She doesn't deny. Limbs heavy, back sore, heart full.
Hesitating, she echoes his words.
"…I love you, Carlyle."
Heart overflowing, can't hide. Safe in his arms.
'I'm happy now.'
Loves Carlyle Schultz. Maybe beyond to love. Her truth now.
Next morning, late wake-up.
*Stroke— stroke—*
Sensing back caress, she burrows deeper. Knows who.
"Awake, Bianca…?"
He kisses her exposed forehead.
'Wait, did I…'
"D-don't look…!"
Checks mirror bedside—no issue.
"Always pretty. No need."
Pulled into his arm, snuggled.
Feels good; could stay all day.
"But why…"
He's still groping breasts; she speaks.
Embarrassing.
"Why keep touching my boobs…?"
"Mine, aren't they?"
"Why are my boobs yours?"
Ridiculous. Even if true, as his woman—hard to admit.
'…Dumb pervert Carlyle.'
Would be better without pervy talk. But he's handsome.
Truth: she's pervy too, no room to blame. He's found out.
"Not mine?"
"Ugh, fine…"
Grumbling, she relents. Awkward to ruin mood with no.
"…Yeah, yours."
Counterattacks.
"Everything's yours. So you're mine too."
If he eyes another girl, she'll make him regret. But trusts him. She's his. No denying.
He nods.
"Obviously."
Before checkout, one more time. Barely resists extending stay. Hand in hand, leave hotel.
Morning breeze chilly.
"Winter soon. Kinda cold."
Feels warmth in clasped hand.
Carlyle says,
"Looking forward to it."
Cool smile.
"Huh, to what…?"
"Spending winter with my cute girlfriend."
Ah, right. Christmas too. Romantic for lovers.
Always holed up alone winters. This one different maybe. Together always.
Face red, nods slowly.
"M-me too… with you, sounds good."
Excited. Uncontrollable. Ungirdled.
On main street, he hugs her; she tiptoes. Kissing till noticing stares, stop midway.
"Sh-shall we go…?"
"Yeah, let's."
This winter: warm, hot. Very.