Salpo

Asha, who was looking back with hazy eyes, felt an unknown chill as she saw Cecil’s happy face.

At a smile that would normally have felt warm, Asha’s skin crawled, and she held onto her hazy mind, getting up.

Her legs trembled like a newborn fawn.

“Haa… Heuu…”

But her body, which had already begun to heat up, couldn’t go more than a few steps.

In the meantime, Cecil, who had been smiling brightly, slowly approached Asha’s side and gently embraced her.

“Ce, Cecil…”

“Asha-nim.”

The contact of soft bodies heated by the bathwater. Pale skin slipped and rubbed against each other, and protruding nubs brushed, providing a strange stimulation.

“Haa-euk…”

A sticky breath escaped Asha’s lips. With a flushed face that seemed troubled, she uttered her voice as if spitting it out.

“Ce, Cecil, ju, just a moment…”

Because she still thought Cecil didn’t know the effect of her essence.

“J-just a moment… Just a moment, could you let go?”

Asha carefully chose her words.

Normally, Cecil would have immediately pulled back, but. 

This time, she was unyielding.

Because in Cecil’s eyes, Asha seemed to be avoiding being honest.

Why does Asha-nim keep avoiding it?

‘Cecil, I’ve seen it in a book.’

Cecil, recalling the memory of reading the book, felt a little sad.

It was because she recalled the character in the book who couldn’t be honest with their own feelings, ultimately gaining nothing and sadly exiting.

‘I cannot let Asha-nim become like that.’

Of course, it wasn’t that she had no desires of her own, but Cecil thought that, and.

She pressed her body close to Asha.

The phallus, which had been rubbing against her lower abdomen, climbed up Asha’s body and stuck to her, its large pillar stiffly erect.

Thump, thump. The pulse of the pillar was felt starkly.

Smelling the sweet scent emanating from Asha’s clinging body, Cecil sprayed sticky fluid from the tip of her rod.

Asha, who had no way to resist Cecil with her strength, was helpless.

Leaning her swaying body against Cecil, she gasped for breath at the softness and firmness that constricted her body.

“Ce, Cee…ciiiil…”

“Asha…-nim.”

Cecil gently embraced Asha’s delicate body and slowly continued speaking.

“If you cannot be honest… something bad might happen to you…”

Asha, hearing Cecil’s voice whispered in her ear, trembled.

Because if one listened carelessly, it could sound like a threat.

“Cecil, I saw it in a book… Those who cannot be honest with themselves ultimately gain nothing.”

Thump, thump.

Asha’s heart pounded fiercely. 

Cecil’s words, though different from her own fleeting thoughts, brought relief, but.

The fact that it was a remark directed at her own wavering self hadn’t changed.

‘…I’m not honest?’

What could she be talking about?

However, Asha had no more time to think.

Her body, which had finally reached its limit, now, just by skin brushing against skin, began to transmit pleasure to her brain.

“Ugh… Eut…”

Even the pressure of the arms tightly constricting her body felt pleasant to the point of being enjoyable.

From her already damp crevice, a copious amount of fluid flowed out, sticking to Asha’s thighs.

When she gathered her thighs and rubbed them, sticky liquid lubricated them, and her thighs thrashed in the air.

Even the bean (clitoris) situated above her crevice stood up stiffly, twitching as if desiring stimulation.

‘…Asha-nim’s scent.’

Cecil’s phallus had become so hard it hurt, but she only embraced Asha’s body and applied the fluid, taking no other action.

Right then, she wanted to perform the act of lovers filling a hole with a rod, but.

She thought Asha needed a little more time to be honest.

For that, she could endure her own torment.

Cecil blushed, slowly exhaled her heated breath, and calmly applied the secretions to Asha.

In a way, it also looked like marking territory.

“Heeu… Heeu…”

Asha exhaled a rough breath, then took Cecil’s soft shoulder into her mouth.

Along with the soft skin, she somehow felt sweetness.

She dug her teeth in and mumbled, trying to calm her heated body, but it was insufficient.

“T-that tickles. Asha-nim.”

Cecil’s suppressed voice was heard in Asha’s ear.

When Asha lifted her face that had been rubbing against the shoulder, she saw Cecil, whose face was deeply flushed.

Soft and moist-looking red lips and a soft-looking tongue.

A blush blooming on both cheeks.

At a face that seemed to be tempting her, Asha, who had taken her mouth off the shoulder she was mumbling on, immediately pressed her lips against Cecil’s.

“Hap… Ha-eup…”

“Euhm…? Heup?”

At first, Cecil’s eyes widened, but as Asha’s tongue entered and delivered sweet saliva, she fumbled through her memories and intertwined her tongue.

They rubbed their tongues together and sometimes bit.

For a while, lewd wet sounds flowed out from their mouths.

The bathroom gradually filled with heat, and their eyes grew increasingly hazy.

The kiss too felt good enough to transmit pleasure to Asha’s mind, but.

Her body was not likely to be satisfied with that.

It was crying out for “a little more, a little more,” seeking greater stimulation.

If it hadn’t been right in front of her eyes, the situation might have been better, but.

Precisely because right before her nose there was an object that could satisfy it, even more so.

The rod that had climbed up her belly transmitted a throbbing sensation to Asha’s body.

Asha felt as if all her nerves were focused on that.

Forgetting who was in front of her, she lowered the arm she had been leaning on and fiddled with her crevice.

‘Heeuk!?’

From the crevice parted by her fingers, sticky fluid poured out.

Anything would be fine, as if begging to be inserted, her inner flesh twitching was felt starkly.

At the same time, the lips that had been kissing parted.

Ah, was I… kissing just now…?

Her hazy mind, along with a chill, briefly regained its senses.

“Ce, Cecil.”

With a “Puh-ha” breath, a long silver line connected from the parted lips.

A color that resembled Cecil’s hair.

“… Asha-nim.”

Seeing Cecil’s disheveled face, Asha felt both apology and lust simultaneously.

She had tried to rationalize it and kissed, and when she had stroked the rod, she hadn’t been conscious of it, but.

Cecil’s face, seen up close, was, surprisingly, beautiful.

Asha, suddenly regaining her senses, escaped Cecil’s loosened embrace from the kiss, but.

Nothing particularly changed.

Rather, the supporting strength disappeared, and because of her trembling legs, she collapsed onto the floor.

Asha landed on her bottom, with her belly exposed, falling flat on the floor.

While she felt the pain rising from below, Cecil, seeing Asha suddenly fall, urgently lowered her body.

“A-are you alright…?”

Asha, who had fallen with her legs spread in an M-shape.

Cecil, who lowered her body to help Asha, sniffed, casting a shadow over Asha.

Thud!

With a thud, Cecil’s phallus was placed onto Asha’s belly.

“Uh, Uh-heung…”

Unaware that her pronunciation was slurring, Asha stared intently at the phallus resting on her belly.

As if hypnotized, every time the phallus twitched, her emerald eyes followed it.

In her melting mind, past pleasures kept resurfacing, blocking her thoughts.

Her body trembled.

‘…Asha-nim.’

Cecil, looking at that, somehow didn’t feel good.

It was certainly true that from that large rod, fluid that made Asha honest came out, but.

Seeing Asha only looking at the rod and not at her, somehow made her feel quite unpleasant.

Cecil lowered her posture to help Asha, but seeing her constantly looking only at the rod, she completely forgot.

Then, a thought occurred to Cecil.

‘Wouldn’t it be fine if this wasn’t visible?’

She couldn’t remove what was attached to her body, but.

If she put it in the hole, it wouldn’t be visible to the eye.

If she did that, Asha-nim would surely look at Cecil.

But one thing bothered her.

‘Asha-nim clearly said… filling the hole is something only lovers do…’

No, it seemed fine.

Cecil loved Asha, and.

The liquid that came from the rod made Asha honest, so.

She thought that if she put it in the hole and released the liquid, Asha would become even more honest.

‘Let’s hide it quickly.’

Cecil thought that with a hazy face, and grabbed Asha’s M-shaped thighs.

Asha’s thighs, which softly gave way along the shape of her fingers.

“Heh…?”

Unaware of what was happening, Asha, who had been exposed to Cecil’s bodily fluid, let out a foolish sound.

Soon, Cecil, pulling her waist back, aimed the tip of her phallus at Asha’s hole.

Without missing, Cecil, who had aimed precisely, without delay.

Into Asha’s hole, she began to hide her phallus.

Hoping Asha would look at her, not the rod.

“-!!!?”

“Heeuk…”

Tzubeubeuk!

Cecil’s large phallus spread Asha’s crevice wide open and was inserted.

The crevice, which was already overly prepared, welcomed the entering phallus and slowly received it.

The phallus, which had been opening the shallow part, soon passed Asha’s sensitive spot and advanced, expanding its way into the deeper parts.

“Oh-ok!?”

From Asha’s lips, whose sensitive spot was stimulated, a vulgar moan escaped. With her thighs held by Cecil, she arched her back like a bow.

At the inner flesh that squeezed tightly, Cecil also let out a moan, but she overcame it with brute force and continued to push the phallus further in.

Soon, at the same time Asha’s belly protruded.

Cecil’s and Asha’s pelvises made contact with each other.