Under the Starlit Sky
*Thud, thud.* Chris Bennett walked along the forest path. The sun had long since hidden itself, and the moon and stars were obscured by the dense leaves, unable to shine their full brilliance. If she were walking this dark, eerie path alone, she would surely be on the verge of tears, shaking her head no... but Chris Bennett kept walking. Because she wasn't alone. There was a man leading her ahead.
The warm heat from their clasped hands, the way he occasionally glanced back with a smile to check on her, the broad, solid back that came into view whenever she walked in silence—they all gave her courage.
Hnng... Imagining the experience she was about to have, her body instinctively shrank back. She wasn't without thoughts of "someday..." either. Especially these past few days, her mind had been dominated by embarrassingly lewd ideas. But she'd let her guard down, thinking today wouldn't be the day. She'd thought today would be just like yesterday. Up until moments ago, it had been just like yesterday. Meeting Park Chanyoung, kissing, sitting and holding each other, nibbling on ears... But today didn't end there. When Chris Bennett's body went limp from that chilling pleasure she could never get used to, the man pulled her close and whispered softly. It was a gentle invitation. And Chris Bennett didn't refuse. She was scared. Because this might be the last thing she could give him. There was also a bit of reluctance to hold back a little. Chris Bennett had no dating experience, but she knew the famous concept of push-pull. She'd simulated it dozens of times under the covers at midnight. How to refuse without making things awkward. But... the moment she was invited, she realized she'd already nodded. Her fears about her first night and all her calculations couldn't stop the emotions bursting from within. She wanted to get closer to him. She wanted to become his woman, like stamping an indelible mark. ...She wanted to surrender to him. That's why one man and one woman strolled through the late-night forest.
*Thud, thud.*
"Here we are. Even if we make a bit of noise, it shouldn't carry to the dorms, right?"
"..."
The spot they arrived at was cramped. The place Park Chanyoung had scouted beforehand was a tiny patch of low grass between bushes. Just big enough for two people to lie side by side. But Chris Bennett loved how cozy it felt.
Flutter! The man took off his coat and spread it over the grass. As Chris Bennett hesitated, unsure what to do, he took her hand and guided her to sit on it. He sat beside her too.
Overwhelmed with shyness, Chris Bennett avoided his gaze, pretending nonchalance as she looked up at the sky. And she let out a soft gasp of admiration.
Wow... Was it because there was nothing but bushes and grass around? The sky peeked through the leaves unusually clearly here. A breathtaking night sky glittering with moon and stars.
"It's nice, right?"
"Yeah... so pretty."
Chris Bennett felt her tension ease a little. Had he found this spot just for her? The question answered itself. Of course he had. The man she knew always put her first above all else. The bushes enclosed this tiny space, making it feel like the world held only him and her. The dreamlike night sky embroidered with stars of varying brightness. The pleasant chirping of crickets ringing from afar. And the incredibly handsome face of the man she loved, visible even to her night-blind eyes in the moonlight. Chris Bennett was so happy in that moment that tears welled up.
* * *
I was flustered. I'd brought her here at the perfect timing, with the perfect words, to the perfect spot... and she was crying.
"Y-you... okay? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"
*Swipe, swipe.* I grabbed my sleeve and wiped Chris's tears as I spoke. Even with all this preparation, was she still scared? No matter how close we were every day, from her perspective, we'd only known each other a little over a month. And this was her first time, too. It wouldn't be strange if she felt afraid. But my assumption was wrong. Her following words struck my heart deeply.
"All the happiness in my life... it was crammed into my twenties..."
"Huh?"
"Before twenty, it was just... so, so hard. But lately... I just feel so happy."
"..."
Her moist eyes looked at me, brimming with unmistakable affection. All of it directed at me, no need to say.
"Training's tough, and fighting monsters later worries me... but still... I'm so happy."
"..."
"Yeah. So... hic..."
The spot choice seemed to have a huge effect. Chris was getting all sentimental now. Her lips curved in a happy smile, but tears kept flowing from some overwhelming emotion. It wasn't bad. I could see the wounds in her heart slowly healing. But watching her cry hurt my chest. I have a romantic side too.
"...Even if you're faking it, I'm still gonna pounce."
"Pfft... Chanyoung, you say the meanest things sometimes. But I get it now? You're just doing it 'cause you like me."
"...Ahem."
"Got it. I'll stop crying. Crying faces are ugly anyway."
"Not ugly."
"Heehee!"
*Flop!* Chris, tears wiped away, lay back. Stretching out comfortably, she gazed at the stars like it was no big deal. ...Did she realize that lying like this right in front of me was pure temptation for me, even if she wasn't thinking?
"Hey!"
"Wha—?"
Suddenly, Chris grabbed my arm and pulled me down from sitting—right on top of her. Caught off guard by her surprise attack, my face buried into her soft breasts.
"...Kiss me first... Chanyoung."
First the kiss, huh... So she hadn't lain down thoughtlessly; she'd been tempting me on purpose. Her voice trembled—this must be the max courage she could muster. I wanted to savor this softness with my face longer, but I lifted my head to meet hers. Chris didn't close her eyes. She stared blankly into mine.
*Stroke... stroke...* Praising her bravery, I caressed her hair. Then slowly lowered my face and pressed my lips to hers. The lips I knew so well—soft, warm, petite. Mine now, tasted over a hundred times.
"Mmm... smack..."
I took it slow, no tongue yet, but Chris slipped hers into my mouth. She'd responded to my tongue before, but this was the first time she'd initiated. Her movements were clumsy. She missed my tongue, tickling my gums instead, only finding it when I went to meet her. But it was adorable. I raised my right hand and gently stroked her right ear—the signal that always aroused her.
Now just touching it sparked lewd thoughts; her busy tongue froze.
"Slurp..."
Pulling back, a string of saliva stretched between us. Her body tensed, tongue still out. So red and enticing, I nearly tasted it, but held back. *Pop...* Foreheads together, we locked eyes for a moment, then I brought my lips to her ear. Awkward position for ear play, but Chris was used to the pleasure from it. Couldn't skip this.
"Ah..."
My breath in her ear made her exhale hotly. Her body heated up, anticipating the pleasure.
I cupped her cheek, tilting her head slightly, then ravaged her ear with my tongue.
"Haa! ...Ah!..."
Even before coming here, we'd done ear play once, so my fingers were clean. I slipped one into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, like she'd been waiting. Feeling that sensation sent chills down my spine, hardening me instantly.
"Mmm... haa...! Slurp...!"
I withdrew the hand from her cheek. She was used to this now—no dodging. If anything, she pressed closer. With one hand, I deftly undid the buttons on her top. She didn't notice. Her hearing, touch, and taste overwhelmed by stimulation. It took seconds for the few buttons.
I slipped my hand under her waist and removed her coat. By now she noticed, but didn't stop me. I pulled away from her ear.
"Haa... hyaa... pop!..."
The play stopped, but she kept sucking my finger. Tempted to let her continue since she enjoyed it, but I didn't want her wetness to dry, so I pulled out. *Pop!*
I undressed first. Easier on her if I did. Plus, my body was now confident enough to show off. *Swipe...* Top off, revealing sculpted muscles. Surprisingly good frame. Thanks to Natural Healing, muscles built well—prime "gym rat" build. Nearly half a year of training made it sturdier than before the swap. Perfect, not overdone manly physique.
"...Gulp."
"Pfft! Why swallow like that?"
"I-it's! Ugh! No! I've... never seen a guy's body before! Ughhh...!"
Caught gulping, she bowed her head in shame. I took her hand and pressed her palm to my body.
"Touch if you want."
"Ah..."
"I'll touch yours plenty soon."
"Hnng! ...Y-yeah..."
As she poked and stroked my muscles, enjoying it, I stripped fully. She was lying, so she couldn't see below fully. Now for her clothes. Too shy to do it herself, she let me. But...
"..."
Not quite. Her eyes were glued to my rigid erection. Her face flushed crimson, blending with her orange hair.
"...Touch if you want? It's fine."
"R-really...? U-ugh... then... j-just a little..."
*Gulp. Swipe...* Her small hand touched my length. So tentative it tickled more than pleasured. Ignoring that, focused on undressing her, soon she was naked too. Especially peeling off her panties...
"A little wet, huh?"
"C-can't help it...!"
A sticky thread stretched between panties and her folds. Chris's nude form was beautiful. Her thin arms shyly covering pussy and nipples, face unable to meet mine—all lit by moonlight. I gently moved her arms aside like unwrapping fragile packaging. Full breasts asserting her Western genes swayed temptingly at my touch, pink nipples at the tips. Unable to block with hands, she crossed her legs desperately, but her pussy held some magical allure stealing my gaze.