Side Story – Little Cat (2)

Side Story – Little Cat (2)

“Ngh….”

I gently kissed her small lips. Her soft touch.

We had kissed before under the guise of exchanging saliva to maintain our contract, but perhaps because my mindset was different, the feeling was significantly different from before.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one feeling this way.

“Haaam…”

Unlike before, Presia, in a way I had never seen her before, eagerly accepted my tongue entering her mouth and my saliva flowing naturally, like a baby bird craving food.

It seemed she had no experience with proper kissing, as Presia’s tongue movements were filled with impatience, but that clumsiness only stimulated me further.

In the quiet room where no one else came, under the dim light, Presia and I were completely absorbed in kissing for a long time.

It’s not that I don’t want to go further. In fact, every action of hers is so lovely that it drives me crazy.

However, it was a desire to preserve that magnificent sight, much like the desire to be the first to step onto the pristine white snowfield.

But we can’t just stay like this all night.

Of course, if it’s kissing with Presia, I could do it all night, but it wouldn’t be polite to keep Presia, who finally gathered her courage, waiting too long.

Feeling that if we continued kissing, we wouldn’t be able to progress further, I paused our kiss and slowly pulled my lips away from hers.

Then, she tried to hold onto my tongue, which was trying to escape her mouth, by biting with her lips, but it was difficult to hold on with lips so wet with someone’s saliva.

“Ah…”

As the sticky threads stretched long between our tongues and finally broke under the strain, Presia let out a pained moan, as if disappointed.

Her appearance was so lovely that I couldn’t help but hug her tightly.

Although not as small as the petite Anne, Presia, who was also quite small, fit perfectly into my arms.

Thump-thump, the rapid and regular heartbeat I felt – was it from my chest holding her, or was it her heartbeat transmitting from within my embrace?

Perhaps it was the sound of both our hearts harmonizing.

To feel that heartbeat a little more closely, I slowly raised my hand and placed it on her chest.

Her small but rapidly beating heart was transmitted through my palm.

Then, Presia also raised her small hand and gently placed it on my chest, as if imitating me.

In the process, her fingertips touched my skin, and she flinched as if startled, looking like a cautious little cat.

We remained still, with our hands on each other’s chests.

Though no words were spoken, the strong pulsations we felt through our palms were more than enough to substitute for conversation.

Slowly, I moved my hand and gently cupped her adorable breast. It was small enough to fit perfectly in one hand.

“Ngh…”

Perhaps she was shy now, or perhaps it was just unfamiliar, but Presia flinched and let out a shallow moan.

Her reaction was so cute that I couldn’t help but tease her chest more playfully.

I cupped her breasts with both hands, and with my fingertips, I traced circles around her small nipples and flicked them, tickling her.

“E-Elysia… Th-this… is weird…”

Presia, who had never tried to pleasure herself, looked up at me with eyes filled with fear from the unfamiliar sensation she was experiencing for the first time.

But more than that, every time I moved my hand, she would shrink back and cling to me even more.

She was so lovely that I couldn’t help but want to tease her further.

Slowly. More slowly.

My hand, which had been on her chest, slid down her side to her waist.

Her waist was so slender that it seemed like it would fit entirely in one hand, if I were to exaggerate.

But my hand only tickled her navel for a moment before continuing on.

My hand, which had descended to her wide pelvis, slowly stroked her thighs, then cautiously moved to the deepest part.

“Hick…”

Presia was startled again and tightly gripped my arms, lowering her head.

She squeezed so hard that my arm was lightly scratched by her nails, but I felt no pain.

That’s because all my attention was focused on Presia.

Presia’s most private part seemed to have never had hair, as it was smooth without any rough feeling.

Moreover, my efforts to caress her body until just before had not been in vain, as a little arousal fluid was starting to seep out.

However, even though it was humid, it wasn’t sufficiently moistened yet, so it was insufficient to proceed further.

Therefore, instead of forcing my fingers in, I carefully caressed the area around it.

“Hnng… Haa…”

As I rubbed slowly, and sometimes quickly, Presia’s shoulders trembled, and she moaned.

Perhaps because Presia has weak stamina, she could barely brace herself and was already leaning against me.

The squelching sound filled the room, and the arousal fluid that had already been secreted abundantly from her thoroughly soaked my hand.

I briefly removed my hand from caressing her vagina and slowly lifted it.

Presia, feeling a void as my stimulating hand disappeared, slowly lifted her head while still leaning against me and looked up at me.

Her face was disheveled, unlike her usual appearance.

A line of drool trickled messily from the corner of her mouth, and her green eyes, looking up at me, were so hazy that they seemed to have lost focus.

Instead of opening my mouth to respond to her reaction, I brought my hand, wet with her arousal fluid, close to my face.

Then, I licked the arousal fluid from my hand.

I tasted a flavor that was hard to describe.

If I had to express it, it would be a peculiar taste.

No other description comes to mind.

Presia, who had been staring blankly at me, probably felt embarrassed seeing me lick the fluid from her most private part, and her already flushed face turned completely tomato red.

Although I wanted to lick all the arousal fluid from my hand, I stopped, fearing what trouble I might get into later if I teased Presia further.

It’s not like this is the only opportunity.

Judging that she was sufficiently moistened by now, I brought my hand back to her vagina.

Even without any stimulation, her vagina was even wetter than before.

I slightly bent my middle finger and slowly brought it to her entrance.

Even just by lightly touching it, I could tell it was a very narrow opening, but since it was already sufficiently moist, it didn’t seem difficult to insert.

Presia, realizing that something different from mere caresses was coming, had fear in her hazy eyes.

Now, I only needed to push my finger forward a little, but I couldn’t help but hesitate.

It’s funny to say this after caressing her so much, but I feel guilty, wondering if I, of all people, have the right to take Presia’s first time.

It’s not that Presia is more precious than my other friends, but I have a baseless thought that I might be taking advantage of her innocence.

“Elysia…”

Just then, Presia, sensing my hesitation, called my name.

Only then did I realize.

Deep within Presia’s eyes, which held fear, there was a desire and anticipation far greater than fear.

Yes. I love Presia, and Presia loves me too.

What need is there for personal opinions here?

Finally determined, I slowly, slowly inserted one finger into her entrance.

Perhaps only one knuckle of my finger fit.

Even though it was already sufficiently moist, the very narrow vaginal walls tightly squeezed my finger, hindering its forward progress.

But how strong could the resistance be?

As I went deeper, my fingertip felt something different from before.

Fortunately, Presia seemed fine for now, but I didn’t know what would happen in a moment.

Of course, pain might follow, but I wished she wouldn’t feel any pain during her first experience with me.

If that’s the case, there’s only one way.

Since I can’t eliminate the pain, I just need to cover it with other sensations.

And nothing covers pain better than pleasure.

With my middle finger still inside her, I moved my thumb slightly and pressed her exposed clitoris.

“Higget!?”

Perhaps that was enough, as Presia cried out in surprise at the sudden pleasure.

But just in case, I moved my fingers more, so she could be submerged in waves of pleasure.

My other hand also didn’t stay still, tickling her breasts again, and my lips covered her moaning mouth, intertwining our tongues.

And when I felt she was truly losing her senses, I applied force to my finger, which had been still for a while, and pushed it deeper inside.

“Ngh…”

Presia let out a light moan, perhaps because my efforts to cover the pain completely failed.

However, my worries were unnecessary. The moan she let out soon turned into another moan with a different tone.

As I carefully moved my fingers back and forth, up and down, her vagina tightly gripped my finger and refused to let go.

Rather, it felt like she was sucking, craving it even more.

Confirming that she was okay now, I removed my hand from her breasts and slowly brought it to my own vagina.

Even though I hadn’t stimulated it at all until now, my vagina was already thoroughly wet just from teasing Presia.

Just as I had done to Presia, I inserted one finger into myself.

Then, in sync with Presia’s vagina moving in and out, my finger inside my vagina also moved.

“Haaagh…!”

“Haaang!”

On the floor, it was impossible to tell whose arousal fluid it was, as both Presia’s and mine were abundantly pooled.

The room was filled with the sloshing sound of water and the moans of both of us.

Then, lifting the finger inside Presia, I pressed down firmly on the upper part, and she startled, sitting up abruptly and leaning against me.

“E-Elysia… I, I’m….”

Sensing that something immense was coming, Presia mumbled towards me, on the verge of tears, feeling fear at the unprecedented sensation she was about to experience.

Her fear was fear of the unknown sensation she had never experienced before.

But here, there’s no need to stop out of pity for her.

Therefore, I bent my finger further and pressed, pressed, stimulating the spot where she had reacted the most so far.

“Higgeuut…!”

“Hnng…!”

And simultaneously, Presia and I reached climax.

It was only one orgasm, but the sense of fulfillment was incomparably greater than before.

“Heek, heek…”

However, perhaps due to the exhaustion from meticulously caressing Presia, her body, which had been tense, relaxed as she reached climax.

Since the night was still long, it was okay to rest for a while.

I threw my body, which was difficult to brace, onto the bed, landing with a thud.

Like me, perhaps even more exhausted than me, Presia was also tired.

However, instead of lying down next to me, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at me.

“Presia…?”

Why was her gaze fixed on my buttocks?

Feeling a sense of unease, I cautiously called her name, but no answer came back.

Instead, she stared intently at my buttocks, then raised her trembling hands, which were clearly exhausted….

Slap!

“Kyaang!?”

She slapped my buttocks.

Slap! Slap!

Several times, in fact.

“As much as it hurt me…. I’ll hit you the same way, Elysia.”

“No, Presia, you enjoyed it a lot too, so why…!”

I tried to make excuses for her petulance.

Slap!

“Hiyang!”

All I could do was scream.

In the midst of it, I had to try my best to hide the arousal fluid that flowed down my thighs with each slap.