Terraforming Tease
Only 20 minutes had passed, but to Chris, it must have felt like several times longer. Her breathing was ragged, saliva dripping from her parted lips to wet her chin. Her eyes were surely glazed over. It was a real shame I couldn't see her face head-on, but there was no helping it. This kind of caress was just too awkward in any other position.
'On the contrary, because I didn't see Chris's face, she could let herself fully indulge in the pleasure without holding back.'
No one likes showing the face they make when they're feeling good. Not even to a lover.
"Haa... haa..."
"You okay?"
"Hngh... You're awful... I told you to stop, but you didn't listen at all..."
"Your words were all muffled with my fingers in your mouth... I must not have heard right. Sorry..."
I gently wiped the saliva from her ear with my sleeve, then cleaned her chin too while I was at it. The fabric got soaked in seconds, but I didn't mind. Chris couldn't bring herself to scold me much after my excuse and the tender touch that followed.
"...Well, if that's the case..."
"How was it? Your reactions were more intense than I expected."
"Haa... Th-that... was... uh..."
"Pffft... You're so damn cute."
"Uwaaah!"
She bolted upright, clearly too embarrassed to stay in my arms, trying to flee—but I pulled her back into an embrace, trapping her.
I buried my nose in the nape of her neck and murmured warmly.
"Not doing it anymore today, so just stay like this."
"...Today? So tomorrow you will?"
"Only if you really hate it... Did you hate it that much?"
"N-no, not that... It was just too..."
"Too?"
"......D-don't need to know!"
Unable to admit it felt too good, too stimulating, Chris swallowed her words. Afraid laughter would slip out if I opened my mouth, I pressed my lips to her nape. She'd definitely get mad if I laughed.
"Eep..."
To anyone watching, it might look like I was kissing her nape. Chris seemed to interpret it that way too, blushing faintly. Not wanting to disappoint her expectations, I gave a light smack of my lips before pulling away.
"Hnn..."
Seeing her pleased by my kiss made me want to tease her more, but I held back with all I had. And so, I simply held her silently for about ten seconds.
"..."
"Um..."
"Yeah? What's up?"
"..."
"Chris?"
"...N-nothing..."
She'd finally realized it. Her mind had been too scattered when she first straddled me and during the tongue play to notice... but now, held quietly like this, she had no choice.
The rock-hard bulge of mine poking her ass.
Her head must be filled with thoughts of my cock right now. And it wouldn't stop there—she'd inevitably imagine us actually doing it. We were lovers, after all, and considering the sexual pleasure she'd just felt...
She couldn't not picture it.
"Hik..."
Even though I wasn't doing a thing, her ears flushed red, and she bowed her head. The plan was going smoothly.
'Just a few more sessions like this, and it'll happen.'
The night with Chris wasn't far off.
"...Huh?"
Then it hit her. Her train of thought circled back to something, and her body stiffened abruptly.
"...Wait. No way..."
She started shaking her hips atop me. Mostly her lower body.
She probably thought I had no idea what that motion was for... but unfortunately, I knew exactly.
What she was checking for.
Shake, shake... drip.
"Ahhh!! Wait! Chanyoung!! Let go of your arms! Just for a sec!!"
She thrashed wildly, trying to leap off me. Knowing full well why, I silently released my hold. The moment my arms loosened, she sprang up.
Her face was redder than I'd ever seen.
"Uwaa! Ch-Chanyoung! I gotta go now! Been here too long... Th-the others might worry! Yeah! Bye!"
"Sure. I'll head back slow. You go on ahead."
"Oh! Y-you're doing that? Phew..."
Tap-tap-tap-tap!!
Living in the same room, even the simple thought of going back together hadn't crossed her flustered mind. She sighed in relief at my words and fled like the wind.
She'd vanished fast. Probably poured mana into her legs.
"Kukukuku..."
I could finally let out the laughter I'd held back. But not too loud—she might still hear if I overdid it.
'So innocent. Chris, really.'
"Pffhehehe..."
Most guys notice easily when they're aroused, blood rushing to their dicks. It's a clear sign, part of the body.
But women? Not so much. They don't always realize if they're wet or not. Even unaroused, the inside stays somewhat moist.
For them to confirm...
"Wiggling their hips like that to check if their panties feel sticky... Kuhk!"
She'd been fantasizing about my hard cock, then wondered if she herself was wet down there. Shaking her hips confirmed it was true.
She was probably grabbing fresh panties on the sly back at her spot, then bolting to the baths.
"After 20 minutes of that teasing, it'd be weirder if she wasn't soaked."
That's why I played dumb when she fled. Lingering on such a sensitive spot would've just built resentment.
...But damn, she was cute like that.
"Ah... kukuku. Driving me crazy."
*
"N-no ears starting today!"
"What're you talking about right as we meet?"
"Anyway, no!"
Last night, when I returned to the barracks, Chris was already under the covers, pretending to sleep. Odds were high she was too embarrassed to face me.
By morning, she seemed a bit better, but she flinched way more during our secret kisses away from prying eyes.
And now, at night.
Her face flushed crimson, hands clamped over her ears, she edged away from me.
"...Couldn't say it then, but... was it actually that unpleasant?..."
"N-no, not that... But still, no!"
With that bad memory, she seemed dead set against it. No one wants to hand-wash sticky panties multiple times.
But...
"How about just five minutes?"
"F-five... minutes?..."
"Yeah. If the long sessions bugged you... just five."
"..."
She'd been flat-out refusing, but now she hesitated, pondering. Honestly, my ear teasing clearly felt amazing—she wanted more deep down. And five minutes? Low risk of getting soaked. Yesterday's mess came from over 20 minutes.
So I proposed the time limit myself.
"...For real? Exactly five minutes?..."
"Yeah. Precisely five."
"...One second over, and never again?"
"Promise."
She approached hesitantly. My persuasion had worked. I pulled her into my arms, lowering my head to bring my mouth to her ear.
Smooch. Twitch!
She jolted, not expecting me to go for her ear right there while standing. But licking wasn't the goal. Sure, I'd done it to make her think that—watching her tense up was fun.
I whispered into her ear.
"...Today's kiss first."
"Hup!... O-okay..."
I pulled back from her ear and kissed her lips. Tongues tangled for a good while until we tired, then sat on the floor like yesterday, naturally positioning my mouth at her ear.
"R-right away?"
"Yeah."
I began caressing her flinching ear, and soft moans soon filled the air.
...
"...There. Five minutes up."
"Haa... haa..."
Time flew. Her breath was hot. Not just her breath—her whole body was warmed up, soft and cozy in my arms.
"D-done..."
Regret laced her voice thickly. Five minutes was just enough to get her body heating up, primed to enjoy.
Like with kissing, she'd gotten hooked on the caressing fast.
"You look disappointed?"
"N-no!"
"We could rest a bit and go again."
"..."
She was clearly torn. Angel and devil warring inside her, persuasion and rebuttal flashing across her cute, conflicted face.
'You have no idea if you're wet anyway, right? Just act like nothing happened!'
I cheered her on silently. Of course, it wouldn't reach her. Even if it did, trouble—she'd dodge me for days if she sensed I knew.
"What do you say?"
"...Five minutes this time too."
"Oh. Rest first, then?"
"..."
"Now?"
Nod.
She must be more worked up than I thought. Aching for it right now. Like a kid snatching the marshmallow in front of her.
I leaned in again for her sake.
"Alright, then..."
Swipe...
"Wait."
"Hm?"
"Th-that is..."
Chris hesitated. Trying to resist temptation for her future self's sake? I'd thought she'd fallen completely... Had the angel staged a grand comeback?
"Spit it out."
"...Fingers."
"Fingers?"
"L-like last time... in my mouth..."
"You want them?"
"...Yeah."
"They'll muffle your words, though?"
"...Five minutes... You promised... I trust you'll keep it?"
"Of course."
The devil had won big inside her. Big enough to endure some shame for greater pleasure. I'd skipped the tongue play with fingers today, worried she'd hate it—but she was asking for it herself.
Like yesterday, I wetted my index and middle fingers in my mouth, then slipped them into hers. Chris obediently parted her lips, waiting.
It turned me on like crazy.
'Hoo... Getting hard to hold back these days.'