Chapter 71.2: The Happiest Days of Our Lives

It wasn’t an anniversary of any significance, nor was it a place and situation with a special mood to match the first time.

What we had was a normal bedroom, normal pajamas, and two people who weren’t normal.

For the two of us, that was enough.

No light seeped through the thick curtains, and only the faint scarlet glow of the overhead lamp illuminated our tanned skin and disheveled pajamas.

As I waited impatiently after washing up, the door to the bedroom opened and Seoa walked in with the sound of dripping water.

Her footsteps were drowned out by the sound of her pounding heart.

Snow-white hair contrasted with flushed cheeks.

Red, half-defocused eyes.

A nightgown unbuttoned halfway down, revealing a bra-less chest and nipples that stood erect through the thin fabric.

And as a supporting item, the same plain, unadorned white panties she usually wears.

Even the black jewel in the center of her upper chest was tempting.

Her hair had a soft sheen to it, as if it had been dried by magic, but the hot beads of sweat running down her freshly washed skin reflected the scarlet light, and the cut marks were clearly visible on her panties, which were damp and translucent from the leaking liquid.

I was equally disheveled as she was, and we both wanted the same thing.

Standing in front of me on the bed, looking straight at me with clear determination,

Seo’s gaze skimmed over my legs, my chest, my face, and then her body.

The mattress pressed into her lap, settling down slightly, and we embraced fiercely, without a word about who came first.

She listened to his heartbeat through the thin fabric, felt the restless sensation of his thighs against her hot bare skin, and sought his lips.

Like a love-starved animal.

Frantically, he stroked her back and waist, tongue to tongue, shuddering at the rounded pleasure.

“Ha… Mmm…”

A kiss so deep that her tongue melted into a tingling sensation.

Trembling with pleasure, Seoa’s left hand tightened its grip on my right wrist and brought it to her chest, as if demanding to be touched.

Without intention or awkwardness, I just do what I feel, letting my senses guide me, squeezing and unclenching my right hand, reveling in the smoothness of my fingers digging into the flesh through the thin fabric.

My hand moves, breaking the shape of her breast, and when my fingers graze over her nipple, a moan escapes between our parted lips.

“Fuha… Hah… Haa…”

Unable to stifle her moans any longer, Seoa’s lips parted and her eyes met his.

She sighed and moaned at the hand that still held her wrist and cupped her breast, her voice so sweet and thin that it was hard to believe that she was normally calm and quiet.

She begged for more touch, mesmerized by the red eyes that spoke without words, and her fingers moved over her nightgown, unbuttoning it.

One by one, then another.

The already half-unbuttoned top lost its function as I undid the few remaining buttons, and the garment slipped down the hollow of one arm, revealing a beautiful upper body.

The large, full breasts and the pink, tiny bump above them were clearly visible in the dim light.
I undid my own buttons.

One, then another, then another, until her arms slipped out of her sleeves and she tossed her naked pajama top over the back of the bed.

“Touch me, more…”

My hands instinctively moved to cupping her breasts as she arched her back slightly, exposing her fully exposed breasts, as opposed to the whispered voice that still sounded shy.

“Aaahhhh.”

“It’s an unfamiliar but lovely moan that I hear every time I move my fingers to feel the softness of her breasts, the softness of her skin, and the softness of her body, so different from when I touch my own breasts or when I’m forced to touch her breasts to clean myself.”

I flick, pinch, or lightly flick the pink bumps with my fingers and cleanly manicured nails, and her back jerks slightly, as if startled by the sudden pleasure.

After fondling her breasts for a while, she grasped the lower part of one breast firmly with her right hand and brought it to the corner of his mouth.

A nip.

With her left hand, she circled her breast and flicked her tongue over her nipple, which had hardened in anticipation.

“Hmm…”

SeoAh’s squeal of surprise at the feel of his tongue on her nipple was so cute, he pressed his lips to her areola and sucked on it, rolling the nipple with the tip of his tongue, just like a baby sucking.

“Yujin, hhh… It feels weird, it’s hot, I feel like something’s coming up…”

She continued to explore her nipples and breasts, unperturbed by the ringing in her ears as her cute voice struggled to speak.

“It feels… Mmm… Good…”

As she gasped in fear at the pleasure she’d never felt before, Seoa’s body was pushed back little by little, until finally, with the wall against her back and nowhere to push back any further, she was in a half-fallen position, helplessly surrendering to my hands caressing her breasts.

In the half-over position, I leaned my weight down to bury my face between her breasts, lifted her head slightly to tease the opposite nipple, ran my palm along the underside of her breast, tickled her armpit, caressed her waist, sucked the tip of my tongue across the top of her collarbone, and then traced a line of saliva before returning to her breasts to tease the tips of her nipples.

Each movement of my fingers, the tip of my tongue, elicited a cute little whimper from between Seoa’s lips, her pleasure-stricken body writhing on the bed, her thighs crushed by my legs quivering and contracting,

“Hmmm… that’s weird… this…”

“Hmmm,” I whispered, her reaction so adorable as she squirmed and panted until the bed creaked, and I was so turned on by the warmth of the slippery liquid leaking from the wetness between her thighs that I could feel between her groins, so I pressed down harder, rubbing my thighs over her panties and using my hands to stimulate her breasts and nipples even harder.

“Haa… Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh…!” Squealed sweetly, writhing violently, her body completely limp under my arms, her expression relaxed, her eyes unfocused.

Even the droplets of drool running down the corners of her mouth were beautiful, so I licked them away and stole her lips.

Seoa’s breath, ragged with the afterglow of her first climax, sends chills down my spine and makes me shiver at the touch of her mouth.

I sucked in her saliva, stroked her limp tongue, and pulled back, catching a glimpse of her upper body.

She collapses onto the bed, exhausted, sweet beads of sweat trickling down her skin, clad only in a thin pair of panties, still reeling from the afterglow of her climax when she regains consciousness.

In short, it’s erotic.

I stopped the hand that had been unconsciously wandering between my legs.

There was no stimulation to my breasts, no stimulation to my pussy, but just the sight of her disheveled form was enough to make me climax.

And before I know it, she’s sitting up and staring at me.

It’s cute how she looks away when I make eye contact.

I think I’m going to fall for her even more.

More than I am now, to the point where she’s indispensable in my life.

Just as Ahn Yujin has become everything to Lee Sea, I wonder if the reverse has already been established.

My view of art is crumbling, my values are crumbling, and the great system that defines my existence is about to crumble under the weight of affection and the desire for physical pleasure, but I’m beginning to think that’s okay.

Even if tonight, even if tomorrow I think about killing her again, for now, it’s okay to show my love with pure sexuality.

I hugged Seoa’s body to deceive my suddenly agitated mind.

The sound of her heartbeat calmed me down.

Yes, today, all I have to think about is teaching her the pleasures of s*x and the love of her body.

…Not that I know much about it.

“Call it cumming, or climaxing, or whatever you want.”

I whispered in her ear to break the ice.

Still sexual… I’m embarrassed, not used to talking about it.

“Climax?”

“Yeah. Did it feel… Good?”

“Yeah… Hmmm…”

Having climaxed for the first time in her life just by being touched on the chest, Seoa shudders for a moment, then collapses into my arms.

I don’t know if her senses are sensitive because she’s a magical girl, or if it’s a reflex that’s been suppressed for a long time, or maybe it’s both.

I stroked Seoa’s hair as she squirmed in my arms, as if it felt so good because I was the one who touched her.

The next thing I know, my vision shakes, and I see the ceiling, my face framed by the ceiling, my snow-white hair falling over my face, and her lovely, melted face.

Seoa, who had recovered enough to knock me down and fall on top of me, pressing her body against mine, lost her balance for a moment without her right arm and stumbled backwards, almost falling on top of my body on the bed, but she quickly regained her footing.

A strange pressure in my left hand.

Something magical must have been used, because I can see a faint, dark-colored azirang-like thing on Seoa’s right shoulder where her arm is missing.

To replace her arm.

It’s been more than a few weeks since she lost her arm, and for the first time, I realize that the reason she magically created her missing arm is to protect me.

When I see this, I realize the difference between her and me.

The difference between a magical girl and a normal person, the difference between the new Obsidia and Ahn Yujin.

No matter how much I think and decide that I want to kill her, to complete her work, to kill her before I fall more in love with her, before she becomes so dependent on me that she can’t live without me, there is a barrier in the name of magic that I can never overcome.

And I realize how much she loves me, how much she wants me, and how deeply she is dependent on me.

With a soft weight pressing down on my chest, we kissed.

Seoa brought her lips to mine first, a desperate, salivating kiss, like a baby bird craving its mother’s attention.

My nipples rubbed against hers as if she were trying to get the same pleasure from her breasts that I had given her, and the pleasure spread.

It’s different from kissing, different from touching yourself, different from the first time you feel pleasure from being touched by someone else.

Seoa felt it many times over, and she continued to move slowly, her whole body, the tip of our tongues darting together, and after a while, whether from exhaustion or a weak climax, she collapsed on top of me.

We exchanged a few words in shyness, our hot moaning breaths echoing in the dimly lit room, but by now she was too wracked with pleasure to even moan.

“…Are you okay?” asked Seoa with concern, still stretched out from climaxing over and over again even though they had only caressed.

“Yeah… I’m fine, Yujin, do as much as you want. Things that feel good… Let me know more. I mean, this one too… Ugh.”

I was worried that Seoa was already exhausted from our first experience, but I was wrong.

As soon as I heard her whimper, I hugged her back tightly and flipped her over.

I’m in the dominant position again.

I slipped my hand behind her back and ran my fingers along her back, which twitched at the tickling pleasure of my fingertips, then down to her ass, stroking it lightly, tracing the silhouette of her crack over her panties, which were damp with sweat and her juices.

“Please, take them off…give them to me…”

The last shred of reason was cut off by the sight of Seoa’s sobbing voice as she lifted her legs slightly.

As this was her first experience, and as Seoa had little knowledge of s*x, we tried to take it slow, to take it one step at a time, to enjoy each other’s pleasure.

No, there was no reason in the first place, for we were animals from the start, lusting for each other’s lips and breasts.

Slowly, he moved his hand from the center of her panties, where they slid off with a snapping sound, to her thighs, where they rubbed together awkwardly, to her crack, where the transparent thread continued, hairless and clean, glistening with liquid.

“…Let me touch you.”

“Hmph…”
ran his sweet-scented fingers through the squishy crack, stroking the stiffened nub at the top, then

“Hmph…!”

With a gentle pinch and tug on the bump, Seoa bucked her hips and screamed, her legs quivering as she climaxed again, spurting clear juices.

She looked so cute, so erotic, with her pink flesh twitching and squirming.

No love, no death, no reason, just two beasts who had forgotten everything.

“So, let’s make ourselves feel good together…?”

With that, I whispered, lifting one of her thighs, exposing her pussy, and bringing it to mine.

Flesh intertwined with flesh, clit rubbing against clit, her clit rubbing against mine, a steady stream of slippery juices leaking out, and the only sound in the room was the panting and grinding of the two of us.

We rocked our hips erratically, each seeking nothing but the pleasure that made our heads melt.

“Haa… Haa…”

“Hmph… Ah, ahhhh…!”

“Hmph, ah, ah, ah, ah…!”

Seoa, who had been moaning like a broken gramophone, climaxed again, spewing out her juices, her convulsing lower half giving me too much stimulation, and we climaxed together, spewing out our tides.

I collapsed on top of her body, feeling the texture of her fluffy breasts, damp with sweat, on my cheeks.

If I could have known that s*x with someone I loved would feel so good, if I could have felt this way beforehand, my choices and concerns would have been different.

While my body was limp and my mind was racing, Seoa lifted her upper body slightly and kissed me.

Tongues mingling, lips fragrant and sweet, no matter how many times I tried.

“Ah…”

I muttered.

In the afterglow of the climax, I want to make this kiss longer, longer than any other kiss I’ve ever shared, but it’s so short.

Parting their lips, Seoa said,

“This time, I’m the one who’s going to do it.

“…This time, I want to make you feel good.”

My heart is pounding in my ears, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this excited before, not even when I heard her declare her love.

As we kissed, I moved from a casual, face-to-face position with our fingers interlocked to a more casual, back-to-front position with my legs spread.

I didn’t realize it when I was looking at Seoa’s, but now that I’m showing her my embarrassing places, my face is burning.

Even though they were rubbing against each other just a moment ago.

“Yujin’s here, beautiful…”

“Hmmm…”

Pleasure rushes through me at the feel of her breath on my lips as she digs between my legs, the way her flowing hair brushes my perineum, the touch of her fingers as they slowly caress the spot as if touching a precious flower.

Nibble.

As if seeing my reaction and instinctively finding the most pleasurable spot, Seoa’s tongue probed, stroked, and stimulated over, around, and through the shallows of my gaping vaginal opening.

“Hyaang…!”

I couldn’t hold back a new moan.

I couldn’t hold back the sensation of violent pleasure ravaging my consciousness with each lick of her tongue as if she were sucking on candy, and even as I twisted my body in uncontrollable pleasure, her tongue lapped at my clit, greedy for the unstoppable flow of juices from my pussy.

Oh, no, no more.

I can’t take it anymore.

Consciousness flashes white, and a hot euphoria spreads through my body.

I think I’m going to go.

I’m going, I’m going, I’m going, aaaaahhh…!

“Haa… Haa… Aaaaah…”

I shudder, shake, and sag as I spew out my tide.

I felt hot breath in my ear, wondering if I had experienced such pleasure that I had lost consciousness.

“Did it feel… good…?”

Seoa wiped a little of her juices from the corner of her mouth, cleared her ragged exhale, and whispered into my stretched ear, a little unsure of herself.

There was only one word I could say to that voice.

As I felt Seoa’s left hand slowly stroking my lower belly, around my clit, I answered.

“I love you…”

So, give me more.

As much as you want, more than you’ve put up with so far.

Because tonight is just beginning.