Chapter 223

Chapter 223

From Cosmic Rascal to Professor.

Episode 223: Honeymoon (7)

It was massive.

So large that her jaw strained to accommodate it.

“Huff, gulp, gulp, mmm, hmm. Huff, huff.”

Zelnya moved her tongue methodically, her mouth stretched wide.

His masculine scent filled her nostrils with each breath.

Her already aroused lower half now dripped with honeyed nectar, as if a dam had burst.

“Slurp, slurp, slurp…”

The taste was slightly briny and salt-tinged.

Like savoring premium seafood for the first time – an oddly addictive flavor that made her want more.

“Ugh…!”

Each time her teeth accidentally grazed him, Aidel groaned, pain and pleasure intermingling. Her inexperience only heightened the excitement.

Lick, lick.

Tired of simply holding him in her mouth, Zelnya switched to using her tongue.

Though the stimulation was gentler, the pleasure intensified.

The hour-long foreplay had brought him close to his peak.

Zelnya lapped up the precum like morning dew before speaking:

“How does it feel… good?”

“You’re driving me crazy…”

“Huff.”

Seeing Aidel’s expression, she dove back down, carefully massaging his underside with her small, slick mouth.

It was beyond warm – almost hot – and beyond soft – almost dense.

“Mmm, gulp, huff.”

Slurp, slurp, slurp.

See how much I love you? That’s why I’m giving everything to please you with my mouth.

“Ugh…!”

“Pwah!”

With perfect timing, Zelnya pulled back.

“Haa, haa. Not yet… you can’t finish yet…”

Gulp.

She made a ring with her hand and firmly gripped the base. Pre-release oozed out like lava. Her delicate hands grew slick as if coated in lotion.

Zelnya caught the fluid in both hands.

Just then, a clever idea crossed her mind, and she smiled.

While insufficient for conception, it would serve perfectly as natural lubrication. With a sly expression, Zelnya slipped her moistened hands inside her swimsuit.

“Hnnngh…!”

Squish, squish.

Lewd sounds accompanied her movements as she whimpered “Uh, uh,” shivering from the sensation. Embarrassed by her own voice, she returned to sucking.

Even while pleasuring him orally, she continued touching herself. Too nervous for full penetration, she focused carefully on stimulating her clitoris and outer folds.

Squish!

“Mmpph…!”

“Ha, really…”

“Huff, mmph, huff, huuph.”

Squish, squish, squish.

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Huuuph?!”

Aidel, who had been passive until now, suddenly gripped her head and pushed down. His tip pressed against her uvula.

“Huuuph?!”

She thrashed like a fish on deck. Tears welled up as she struggled to breathe. The discomfort was intense.

“Gah, gahk, haah!”

“Sorry! Are you alright?”

Aidel immediately released his grip, not wanting to cause his wife any pain.

He embraced and soothed her. Though her shoulders trembled, she fixed him with a fierce stare.

“…There.”

“What?”

“W-when you finish… do it somewhere else…”

Zelnya mumbled through saliva-coated lips.

She had actually planned their wedding date and hotel booking around her cycle. She had coordinated everything precisely.

This was her fertile period. Fortunately, Aidel had experienced a nocturnal emission three days prior – the exact time needed for fresh sperm to generate and reach the vas deferens.

So.

“Here, right here…”

If he released inside her now, conception with fresh sperm would be possible.

Zelnya untied her swimsuit strings. The mixture of arousal fluids stretched several centimeters before breaking. As she pressed her thighs together, she felt the sticky resistance.

“Hah, haa.”

The moment felt right.

It needed to happen now.

But plans rarely unfold perfectly.

“Aidel, excuse me.”

“Rusti…la!”

Rustila, who had been sitting like a barrier, moved beside Aidel and leaned in.

Her target was his rigid member.

She gripped his iliac crest and moved forward.

Slurp.

The heated column slid over her tongue to her throat’s depths before releasing its white essence.

Gulp, gulp.

Rustila’s throat worked. Her sea-colored eyes grew misty. No message from the Virgin Constellation was visible. She sighed with relief and slowly pulled back.

“Haaa…”

“Ru-Rusti…”

It happened in seconds. Aidel clutched the blanket in ecstasy while Zelnya stared in shock. When she finally processed what happened, Zelnya pointed accusingly.

“Hey, y-you thief——!!”

“Why?”

“What are you doing?! Are you trying to challenge me?”

“It’ll replenish anyway, so what’s the problem?”

“You know it takes time for a man to recover after release!”

Rustila smiled mysteriously.

“Sorry, I didn’t know. Should I spit it out?”

“Unbelievable…”

The semen, now in her stomach, was no longer viable – the acid would destroy it completely. To Zelnya, with her medical knowledge, it was merely a post-coital waste.

Zelnya clenched her teeth.

This seed thief!

She would never forgive this.

Just as Zelnya reached for a pillow to throw,

“Ugh.”

Rustila gagged belatedly.

“Rusty, is it too strong? Need water?”

“Y-yes, please…”

It had been deliberate. Zelnya realized it was a calculated move to prevent her pregnancy.

How spiteful – stealing another’s seed just because she couldn’t conceive herself.

Zelnya needed to get pregnant as soon as possible. Given her medical career path – from resident to fellow and beyond – the workload would only become more demanding. Moving around with a pregnant belly would be much more difficult once she advanced to those higher positions.

But.

“Rusti, go rinse your mouth.”

“I’m so sorry, Aidel. Really sorry.”

Had her carefully crafted mood been completely ruined?

Just as worry set in…

“Zelnya, I’m fine.”

Aidel returned and pulled her close, kissing her. Unexpected. Zelnya’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

As their kisses deepened and he caressed her breasts, her arousal mounted, and Aidel’s manhood stirred again.

While continuous ejaculation isn’t possible, release can occur at 30-60 minute intervals. Filling that time with foreplay allows for another round.

“Huh, uh, ugh…!”

Following this principle, Aidel began stimulating Zelnya’s sensitive bud.

Since her mound was smooth and hairless, finding the clitoris was effortless.

As he gently massaged her pubic area and occasionally stimulated the sensitive bud, Zelnya gasped breathlessly.

Beneath her swollen clitoris lay a moist, relaxed opening. The flesh of her mound, like her nipples, was a delicate pink.

It was overwhelmingly erotic.

“Thanks to Zelnya’s ‘efforts’, Aidel regained full erection in just 20 minutes.”

He aligned himself with her folds and began sliding against them slowly.

“Haa, haa, haa…”

Raw.

Without protection, his raw member stood ready to breach Zelnya’s defenses and seed her depths.

The mere thought of such an intimate invasion made her knees weak.

“I told you I’d treat both of you equally.”

“Hak, hak, haak.”

“I’ll make you happy.”

No, if he enters now…

She’ll lose all control.

She needs to rise up. Reclaim her lost dominance. Move at her own rhythm. If she lets Aidel set the pace, who knows what might happen.

“… I’ll enter. Tell me if it hurts.”

It’s mortifying. But showing it means defeat.

Zelnya managed to maintain a composed smile.

“Just hurry up and do it. If you think yours will hurt me, you’re… haaaah…!”

“Hoo…”

After rinsing her mouth, Rustila released a long sigh.

“What am I doing…”

She never expected today would mark their first intimate encounter. There had been no indication in recent days.

Kisses and hand-holding were acceptable. But seeking more seemed driven by fear rather than bravery.

Two factors were at play.

First, physical intimacy simply felt foreign.

Second, she couldn’t properly conceive with Aidel until everything was resolved.

At this rate, Zelnya would monopolize him. It was inevitable that wives with children received more attention.

She refused to be pushed aside. So she found her courage. If Zelnya didn’t conceive during this honeymoon, wouldn’t that be better?

It was pointless obstinance.

Hadn’t Aidel promised to love them both?

Negative tactics weren’t the answer. Earlier, she’d only acted out of frustration at Zelnya monopolizing Aidel…

Sighing again, Rustila searched through her carrier. She retrieved a specially designed test tube from the university’s obstetrics department.

It’s straightforward. Enjoy pleasure through the back door and handle the conception with an artificial womb. There’s a way to bypass the Virgin Constellation through external cultivation, so don’t worry unnecessarily.

Merlin’s advice hit like an epiphany. Indeed, it was brilliant – worthy of Aidel’s lab deputy head.

Grateful for scientific advancement, Rustila concealed the test tube behind her back and stepped out.

And then.

“Haah, sob, heck, heh, heugh…!”

Her eyes met Zelnya’s, who was being vigorously taken by Aidel, legs splayed wide.

Thud, roll.

The test tube slipped from Rustila’s grasp and fell.