Ch.103Chapter 13. Superiority (10)

“Camilla…?”

Camilla tilts her head. Her slightly damp hair hangs limply.

“This is just play.”

“…What do you mean, Camilla?”

“I said it’s play. You’re more sensitive and delicate than you look, so if I’m too rough, you might run away or flee. I don’t want things to get too heavy between us either. So this is just play. A light hand game.”

Camilla slips one hand into the waistband of my dolphin shorts, and with the other, she holds up a condom wrapper. She gently bites the edge and looks at me provocatively.

I had no idea what to do. This was my first time in such a situation. The alcohol suddenly fled, leaving me unexpectedly sober.

I crawled back into the tent and tore open the wrapper.

“…Your nails, they’re trimmed, right?”

“Why do you keep talking about nails?”

Camilla shows a bit of irritation. A different kind of irritation than before.

“I suspected it, and I was right. It’s a hand game, you idiot. Don’t you know what a ‘hand game’ is?”

“…Oh.”

I understood. I awkwardly put it on my right index finger. I felt like saying anything more would ruin the mood.

First, I should get her out of the tent. The floor seems too hard. The bed would be better. I kissed her and gently pulled her out of the tent.

On our way out, I accidentally hit the LED light, turning it off, but it wasn’t a problem. My eyes were already adjusted, and we were very close to each other.

I gently pulled Camilla’s hand toward my clothes. With careful movements, my clothes fell off one by one. I pulled down the dolphin shorts that still clung to her body.

They fell to the floor with a thud, but Camilla didn’t take them off completely. With them still around one ankle, she plopped down on the bed.

The mattress is queen-sized. It’s a bit tight for two, but not impossible. Perhaps emboldened by the darkness,

Camilla thrusts her chest forward provocatively and stretches out her leg with the shorts still hanging from it. When I try to grab her with my hand, she refuses.

“Hey. Camil…”

“Let’s just not talk, okay?”

“You’re talking right now.”

“Kid, really? You’re so good at reading zombies, but when it comes to people…”

It’s because this is so awkward and difficult. I’m already at my limit.

“Uh. Um…”

“…Heh.”

After scolding me, she laughs to herself. She’s drunk. Definitely drunk.

“Still, I’m glad.”

“About what?”

“About both of us. Being awkward. And that you’re hesitating for that reason.”

Camilla drops her shorts with a thud. She covers her underwear, which is barely concealing anything, with her palm. Though she’s just covering it, it looks like she’s not wearing anything at all.

“You still don’t get it?”

Camilla’s voice is drying up now. It’s cooling down. And I can no longer hide it.

“I do.”

“I won’t ask you to be brave. I don’t know what you’ve been through. But… I don’t want to just watch you like this. Because…”

Camilla’s leg nudges me. She curls her toes, runs them up my leg, and gives me a little pinch.

“Because I like you too much.”

Following my heart.

I approach Camilla without hesitation. She looks a bit deflated but also relieved.

“You know you’ve been in the negative zone this whole time, right?”

“Sorry.”

I kissed her gently and carefully laid her down on the bed. This I’m confident in, having done it often. I know how Camilla likes to be held, where and how to touch her to make her arch her back slightly. When she turns her body slightly, I know where she wants to be touched.

Camilla twisted her body more than usual. It was like soothing a playful cat. But it didn’t last long.

“…Still, since I’ve made up my mind today. Really, don’t talk anymore. We always ruin things when we talk at times like this.”

“I think you’re right.”

“So the last thing I’ll say is, make me feel good. Then.”

“Then?”

Camilla pulled off my last remaining piece of clothing. She gently entangled me with her arms and legs, laid me down on the floor, and slithered on top of me like a snake.

“…I might allow at least your thighs?”

* * * * *

While we had set the mood perfectly, to put it kindly, it was a mess. First of all, it was too dark. In my head, I had many ideas of what to try, but none of them seemed helpful in the moment.

At least we weren’t talking, which was fortunate.

We focused on each other’s movements and moans. What hurt, what wasn’t liked—we twisted, moved, and pulled at each other quite actively. Camilla subtly guided my hand to her own, and I held her wrist, moving it gently.

Camilla covered her mouth with her other hand and tilted her head back. Just in case, I curled my finger slightly. The sensation, the response that came through, was different. I held her close, soothing her, and kissed her.

I felt a subtle current that I hadn’t felt before.

Excitement? Anticipation? Camilla exhaled a deep breath and pressed her lower body closer to me.

From that point on, things gradually… changed.

If my hand game was too rough, Camilla would pull her hips back. I didn’t remove my fingers, but I followed her, gently yet persistently. Conversely, if Camilla was too strong, I would twist my body away.

Our play gradually became more synchronized. A game focused solely on watching and enjoying the other’s reactions. Even if it meant being a little less pleased yourself. But in the end, pleasure is inevitably selfish.

“Ah. Yes. Mmm…”

Gradually, our breaths became more excited, sticky sweat flowed over our skin, while our bodies became more sensitive and heated.

“Haaaa…”

To a degree that couldn’t possibly be cooled by a mere sigh.

At some point, Camilla stopped avoiding my hand. Places she had pushed away earlier for being too stimulating, she now subtly pushed against. What had been just a light covering gradually began to invade.

Because of this, she almost completely let go of comforting me. It seemed like she was overwhelmed just trying to suppress her moans and block the electrifying pleasure with her mouth.

Eventually, just pressing and touching over her underwear wasn’t enough. For her. For me.

“…Yo, Johan.”

Camilla tried hard to hold back, then flipped her body over. And then, she pulled at her underwear, which was already barely more than a string. She raised her beautifully toned and shaped buttocks upward.

“…I, I washed… so it’s not dirty…”

“Ca, Camilla?”

“I, I’m just… I’m just too…”

I’m sorry for going ahead alone. She raises her buttocks up and even sways them from side to side. It means, what are you waiting for, come on.

The firm curve that had been toned by consistent exercise, the curve that always made it impossible to look away.

Beneath it, her thighs parted slightly, then closed. Slap. The lewd sound of flesh separating and coming together. The inside of her thighs was already sticky and wet.

It’s still on my finger. I just need to move it. Camilla completely offers her body to me, defenseless. Perhaps even Camilla herself…

No. No. I don’t want to do that. It’s not because ‘it’s just play.’ Camilla trusted me and reached out her hand. I don’t want to hurt someone who offered me candy.

We agreed not to do things we didn’t both want. Going too far here is probably not what she truly wants.

So I buried myself in the cleft of her buttocks. As if she had been waiting, Camilla tightened her buttocks and raised her hips slightly. Slap, slap. A pleasurable rhythm hit the upper part of my thighs.

At first, our rhythm didn’t match well. Sometimes we moved too much in sync, and other times we were too far apart. But soon, we found a certain syncopation. When I pushed forward, she received. When I pulled back, she followed.

Her movements slowed. I embraced her from behind and gently flipped her over. Instead of moving her hips, Camilla slowly slid up and down on top of my body. To put it bluntly, she rubbed, pressed, and then loosened and tightened again.

Now it was time for her to enjoy. I wrapped my left arm around her waist, and with my right hand, I gently caressed her lower abdomen before placing my fingers between. Camilla straightened her back. I squeezed her slightly with my legs to prevent her from escaping, while my fingers played teasingly.

Camilla exhaled short, strong breaths. She twisted her hips as if trying to escape, attempting to pull her lower body away. But this time, I didn’t want to let go. Recalling the things she had taught me earlier, the reactions she had shown, I made small changes, ensuring I didn’t hurt her.

“Ah, aah… ahk… ah… uh…”

Eventually, Camilla pulled her hips all the way back. Her thighs clenched tightly. With my fingers still inside. Then suddenly she stopped. As if she had no idea what to do.

“Jo, Johan, w-wait, wait…”

I kissed her neck and slowly traced along her shoulder. With my other hand, I caressed her chest, lightly touching her sensitive spots.

And gradually, I held Camilla’s body more firmly, touching, pushing, pulling, and rolling with my fingers and tongue.

“I. W-wait, ugh…!”

Something, a completely different vibration, a tremor, was felt. Surprised, I stopped my hand. Camilla pressed my hand firmly.

“Ah. No. No.”

Was it the wrong spot? Or was she telling me not to stop? It seemed like the latter. I curled my fingers more like a hook, more strongly…

“Ah, ah! Ah! Ah!”

She trembled like before. As if trying to escape, to break free. But her body spoke an entirely different language.

More, deeper. She wanted to feel more.

Tightening her body, I made the hand movement that had elicited the strongest response. Camilla inhaled and didn’t exhale. For a very brief moment. Like someone whose heart had stopped.

Then she opened her body wide, as if blooming.

From her mouth came fragments—whether words or moans, whether calling my name, I couldn’t tell. Her body, without any stimulation from me, violently trembled on top of me, as if about to shatter.

Something sticky flowed between my fingers. Camilla seemed to be trying to stop it somehow, but it had the opposite effect. My hand was still there. In the end, she pushed my fingers deeper inside.

Camilla’s body shook violently again. She trembled on top of me like someone struck by lightning. Not consciously, but solely seeking her own pleasure, her body moving according to its desires, a reflexive convulsion.

“Ha. Han… I… I… I, just, I… I, just… no… no…”

Was this intensity a first for her too? Soothing her so she wouldn’t be startled, I pulled her body up onto mine and held her tightly with my arms and legs. With each wave of pleasure that hadn’t yet left her body, Camilla trembled and moaned. The sweat that had earlier just slightly moistened her skin was now as slick as if she’d taken a shower.

After a while, Camilla fumbled to kiss me. It was a very brief moment due to her gasping moans, and she was still trembling, but she seemed a bit better than before.

“I… like you…”

She pulled at my nape, then moved slightly downward. She was still trembling. My fingers finally slipped out. I wondered how far she would go, but she stopped at a point. My thighs. She placed me between her lower body and thighs and rubbed quickly.

Now it was my turn to moan and feel my mind going blank. Surely Camilla must be exhausted, but as if she never was, she moved consistently and strongly, like she was swimming, hitting and squeezing.

It didn’t hurt. Sweat and saliva served as sufficient lubricant. Even as our flesh slid against each other, there was no chafing, not even heat. And gradually, Camilla, who had gotten the hang of it, deliberately pushed against me and blocked me.

It’s frustrating. I want to try something. I move around trying to break free. But Camilla is persistent. Despite still trembling, moaning, and becoming wetter with each splashing sound, she doesn’t let me go.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it and grabbed her. Camilla spread her legs. A sudden release. But floating, too early.

“Do it.”

“Uh, what?”

“Do it as much as you want.”

While speaking, she closes her legs again. Squeezing tighter, blocking, rubbing. She has complete control over her leg muscles. Then suddenly, she releases. It feels somewhat resentful.

“…Why aren’t you doing it? Don’t you want to?”

Before she finishes speaking, she tightens again. Blocking. Rubbing, grinding. Then releases again. Repeats. It’s maddening. This shouldn’t be happening.

Suddenly.

Camilla positioned herself at my lower part. Not as if she was about to do sit-ups, but she spread my legs and gently held them with both hands. Her right hand stroked quickly, while her left palm pressed down firmly.

It was frustrating. Camilla held the base tightly, not letting go. Yet with her palm, she blocked and pressed in various ways. Then at some point, the tight grip loosened.

The pent-up tension continued to flow out. It felt like it was endlessly draining downward, but it seemed oblivious to any cue to stop. Even when it seemed like it should be enough, it kept coming.

With difficulty, I managed to look down. It had filled both of Camilla’s hands and was overflowing.

Camilla wiped her hands on her own body. On her fully exposed chest, her toned abdomen, and her thighs. I heard a squelching sound.

She was simply spreading it widely on her stomach, thighs, and chest.

“Camilla.”

Her legs stretched out. I felt like I could finally breathe. Completely exhausted, Camilla collapsed on top of me again. Or perhaps she had regained her energy? She deliberately aligned the tips of her breasts, rubbing and pressing them to make them bounce.

But that too was brief; eventually, she collapsed on top of me. A squelching sound could be heard between our flesh.

“…Heh.”

Camilla laughs out loud. I did the same. Like we had played a naughty prank and were just now facing each other.

“Camilla. I like you.”

“…Then, express it from now on. Don’t… keep it to yourself like an idiot.”

Camilla’s hand gently wraps around me again.

“Johan. Do you still not understand? Your feelings?”

“No. Now I do.”

“Then you also know how much I’ve waited for you, and waited again. I’ve been waiting.”

She hugs me tightly, almost painfully. After holding each other for a long time, as the sweat began to cool.

“…Want to do it again?”

Camilla nodded to my question.

“This time, I want to be on the bottom.”

Hand games were fun and made time pass quickly.

* * * * *

Morning broke.

It wasn’t the sunlight that made me realize it. We had thoroughly covered the windows, after all. It was just the awareness that ‘I should get up now,’ the sound of birds chirping, and the feeling that the window area was a bit warmer.

Naturally, everything around us was a mess.

I don’t even remember when we fell asleep. We just passed out while thoroughly soiled, which felt quite uncomfortable.

Unconsciously, I looked over both our bodies. They were covered with traces of each other. Instead of dolphin shorts, her panties were hanging like an anklet around her ankle. Her bra was nowhere to be seen.

…I wonder if all that intense exercise had an effect. Clearly, it feels like we barely slept. Yet neither of us seemed tired; we played hand games all night long.

By the way, how am I supposed to look at Camilla during workouts from now on? I’ll definitely… remember this.

Camilla made an “mmm” sound and opened her eyes. She too looked me up and down, then poked that spot.

“Ow!”

“Is this swollen? Interesting. It must be angry. Wow.”

“That’s because you keep poking it! And men are all like this in the morning.”

“Oh, so it swells every morning?”

“No, it doesn’t!”

Camilla’s face has been red for a while now. But with a face showing no sign of fatigue, she rubbed against my body, then suddenly turned her back to me. With her back turned, she pushed her buttocks against my lower body again. I tried to flip her over to see her face, but she shook her head slightly.

“…It’s Johan’s turn now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Always, every time, I’ve watched your back. Now it’s your turn to watch mine.”

I think I understood what she meant. Quietly, I embraced her from behind. I pulled her waist deeper, but she didn’t resist. Rather, as if she had been waiting, she even tightened her buttocks slightly.