Chapter 224

Chapter 224

From Cosmic Rascal to Professor.

Episode 224: Honeymoon (8)

Aidel had never held a woman’s hand, dedicating himself to physics while others pursued romance and marriage. In retrospect, such thinking had been naive.

He recalled Richard Feynman’s famous quote about physics being like sex.

Squelch!

As he entered her, pleasure coursed through his body. The sensation was exquisite – warm and yielding. Though her grip was gentle, the incredible tightness more than compensated. It felt like being enveloped in heated silk, the warmth of Zelnya’s thighs adding to the intensity of the moment.

“Ahhhh…”

Zelnya’s body trembled beneath him, her face streaked with tears from their joining. Her usual sharp, fox-like expression had melted away, replaced by something more vulnerable as she released soft, kitten-like cries.

The sight was undeniably arousing.

Though he yearned to move freely, her discomfort held him back.

“Ugh… It’s too big.”

Her voice, usually so commanding, had grown small and tender, like someone enduring necessary pain.

“Zelnya, breathe. Slowly.”

“Hoo, hoo, hooo.”

“That’s right, just like that.”

Aidel caressed her gently before carefully adjusting their position, bringing them face to face. He offered his lips, and they kissed deeply.

Smooch, smooch.

As their tongues danced together, her breathing steadied. The passionate kisses seemed to ease her discomfort, and Aidel felt her inner walls gradually relax their grip.

“Haa, honey.”

Zelnya smiled with tears in her eyes.

“We’re connected now.”

“Indeed.”

“I love you.”

When Aidel moved his hips slightly, Zelnya let out a sharp cry and flinched. Their bodies weren’t perfectly matched, and for her, simply accommodating him was challenging. Every small movement felt like lightning coursing through her.

They couldn’t remain motionless forever. Gathering her courage, Zelnya pushed Aidel onto his back and slowly raised her hips.

“Mm…”

Then lowered them again.

Once.

Of course, this alone wasn’t enough. Satisfying a man required hundreds, even thousands of repetitions at a steady rhythm.

Aidel kept his hands still, letting Zelnya discover what felt best for her. Soon, she found that rocking her hips back and forth brought the most pleasure.

“Ah, delicious…”

As she grew accustomed to the sensation, she began incorporating up-and-down movements. The wet sounds of their coupling grew louder, spurring Aidel to match her rhythm.

From that moment on…

“Hah, hek, heek, heuk.”

Zelnya’s moans became increasingly primal.

They flowed through positions – from cowgirl to face-to-face sitting, then back to missionary. Now fully adapted, he thrust deeply into her moistened depths, drawing out ecstatic cries.

“Haang!”

Mid-passion, Zelnya sensed a presence and turned her head. Rustila stood watching, wearing an expression of pure shock. The sight filled Zelnya with a surge of pride.

But there was no time to savor the moment.

Thud! Thud!

Aidel’s movements intensified. She could feel him swelling inside her, signaling his approaching climax. Her sensitive inner walls contracted in anticipation.

“Heh, heh, heuht…!”

Zelnya wrapped her legs around Aidel’s back, arms holding him tight. In this intimate embrace, she bit down hard on his shoulder.

Bvurrut!

His essence erupted like passionate paint, nature’s genetic artwork that could create new life within her womb.

Zelnya’s vision went white as she shuddered through waves of climax, her body welcoming this ultimate expression of their connection.

“Heh, heeek, heuhk…”

She maintained her tight embrace, arms, and legs still wrapped around him. She needed to stay like this until their connection was complete.

“Whew.”

Aidel sighed as he finally withdrew. A crimson ring marked his shaft, like a garter – physical evidence of Zelnya’s lost purity.

Zelnya lay exhausted and unresponsive. Aidel gently covered her with a blanket before turning his attention elsewhere.

“Rustila.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Come over here.”

Having satisfied the future doctor, it was now time to attend to the future swordmaster’s desires.

After his encounter with Zelnya, Aidel’s demeanor shifted noticeably. He carried himself with new confidence – perhaps having gained insight into the art of pleasing a woman. An unmistakable aura of experience replaced his former innocence.

This newfound assurance proved fortunate, as Rustila’s experience didn’t extend beyond kisses and hand-holding.

As he removed her swimsuit and began caressing her chest, he couldn’t help but marvel.

“Wow…”

They were big. Though he felt a twinge of guilt comparing them to Zelnya’s, these were undeniably more substantial and softer, yet perfectly shaped despite their size.

“Hehe, that tickles.”

“I have to ask… doesn’t this make training difficult?”

“It does. My shoulders get sore, and it’s especially challenging to maintain balance while wielding a sword without proper technique.”

Aidel nodded thoughtfully. Though he couldn’t relate personally, he understood the challenge. It made her achievement as the youngest Omega-grade inspector even more impressive.

“But I don’t completely mind them.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you like them.”

Aidel fell silent, touched by her candid response.

His hands continued their exploration. He traced gentle circles around her pink areolas, teased their tips, and cupped the weight of her breasts from beneath.

This was truly something extraordinary.

“Whew…”

Rustila exhaled deeply, her eyes drifting to Aidel’s lower body. The member that had softened after his encounter with Zelnya was steadily regaining its firmness, inspired by her generous endowment.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Do men really find breasts this fascinating?”

“Absolutely!”

Not just fascination – pure adoration was more accurate.

“They’re so powerful, they could instantly lift a man’s spirits just by being offered a touch when he’s feeling down.”

“R-really?”

“I can’t speak for everyone, but most men, myself included, seem wired this way. There must be some evolutionary explanation.”

Rustila made a mental note: whenever Aidel needed stress relief from his research, she’d offer this comfort.

“Aidel, may I kiss you?”

“Why so suddenly?”

They joined lips from the side, fitting together like perfectly matched puzzle pieces as their tongues danced. As Aidel’s fingers gently teased her hardened nipples, Rustila finally understood what it meant to feel pleasure from her breasts.

But simply receiving wasn’t enough. Rustila felt compelled to reciprocate.

“Um, Aidel… your, uh, what’s this called? Pe-penis?”

“Penis?”

“Pe-penis… so that’s the word. May I touch it?”

“Why so shy now? You’ve already performed fellatio.”

“That was different… Oh.”

Understanding dawned on her face as she realized that taking him in her mouth and receiving his essence was called ‘fellatio.’

“Then what’s it called when using hands?”

“Hands? Hmm.”

Though ‘handjob’ was the proper term, Aidel decided to tease her.

“That’s called ‘rub rub.’”

“Rub rub”

“Yes, like this stroking motion.”

“Wait… you’re not teasing me, are you?”

Her intuition was remarkably sharp. Aidel maintained his composure – after all, the sound did describe the motion quite accurately.

As he persisted, Rustila seemed to accept his explanation.

“Then, may I do the rub rub?”

Her innocence was driving him wild. While Zelnya’s appeal lay in her fierce assertiveness, Rustila’s charm came from her pure, uncomplicated nature.

“You don’t need permission for everything.”

“Oh, okay.”

Between soft kisses, Rustila wrapped her hand around him. He felt like a heated stone, pulsing gently beneath her touch.

Her face flushed as she realized what she’d taken in her mouth earlier in that moment of jealousy, finishing what Zelnya had started. The memory made her core ache with desire.

Remembering Zelnya’s technique, she began moving her hand.

Swish, swish, swish.

Though her movements were unpracticed, she compensated by offering her generous chest to Aidel’s continued attention.

Aidel kneaded her breasts firmly enough to feel the underlying muscle, monitoring Rustila’s pulse and breathing. Her simple act of touching him was clearly arousing – his breathing growing increasingly shallow.

There was something especially exciting about her inexperienced, fresh approach.

“Rusty, would you like to position yourself above me?”

“Above you? How?”

“Like this.”

Lying back, Aidel guided Rustila into position. They were now arranged to give each other access – the classic 69 position.

Her bikini, originally pure white, had darkened slightly at her center – evidence that their kissing and breast play had affected her.

“Ah, this is so embarrassing!”

“For me, too.”

“…Do we really need to do this?”

“We can stop if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s just…”

Rustila stared at Aidel’s manhood before her. It had been steadily growing firmer, now fully erect in this position.

Having already climaxed twice, he knew that ordinary stimulation wouldn’t be enough to maintain his arousal for long.

They needed to reach their conclusion.

“Ah, alright. Just this once, because it’s special…”

“I’ll remove this then.”

“Um, okay.”

As he removed her swimsuit bottom, Aidel was surprised to find a patch bearing the Virgin Constellation’s symbol placed intimately.

“Rusty? This is…”

“I-I suggested it. I was worried I might get too excited and… you know.”

He understood. She was indicating her willingness for intimacy, and he could guess which path she preferred. When she spoke again, her voice quivered.

“Would it be strange if… we connected from behind?”

“From behind?”

“Y-yes.”

“Are you certain?”

“I want to be with you…”

Rustila continued, her hands still exploring him gently.

“I’ve prepared thoroughly. The Virgin Constellation’s blessing keeps everything… clean. So it won’t be too… uncomfortable…”

Though he couldn’t see her face, her embarrassment was evident in her voice.

Aidel gave her butt a playful tap.

“Eek! Aidel…?”

“Of course we can. I’m honored by your trust.”

Few women offered fellatio, and even fewer suggested anal sex.

Aidel was willing to give her an extra 100 points for her willingness to ‘connect’ with him.

He would need to ensure proper preparation to minimize any discomfort.

“Just a moment.”

Aidel retrieved lubricant and a plug.

They were about to embark on a more intense experience.