Ch.104Chapter 13. Superiority (11)

I gently pulled Camilla’s body closer.

It’s unexpected. She’s almost the same height as me, but her frame is smaller. Perhaps I was mistaken because of her long limbs. Or maybe my build has become more robust.

She took my hand without hesitation and placed it on her lower abdomen. She pressed it gently, as if inviting me to touch and feel.

As the tense muscles relaxed, I could feel a hot, throbbing pulse and vibration. The heat from my palm intensified. It felt like sinking deeper into warm mud.

She pressed her buttocks against my lower body, sliding up and down slightly before gently swaying from side to side. As if unsatisfied, as if unfulfilled. Or perhaps the brief rest and morning warmth had revitalized her.

I sat on the bed with my legs stretched out. I seated Camilla on my right thigh.

Words were unnecessary. We read each other through gestures, gazes, movements. If not, we gently guided one another.

Eventually, Camilla, mounted on my thigh, began swaying her body and waist as if riding a horse. One arm around my shoulder, the other hand gripping between my legs.

It was a bit uncomfortable and awkward at first, but as we pressed closer together, somehow we fit together. We adjusted our positions slightly, helping each other settle better.

The problem was, I was hungry. Seeing her breasts swaying before me, my mouth filled with saliva.

Camilla cupped one breast and offered it to me. I instinctively bit down, a bit too hard before I could stop myself.

“Ah!”

That was truly a cry of pain. Camilla turned her head away. Though it was still quite dark despite being morning, I imagined tears might have welled up in her eyes.

“Sorry.”

“…It’s okay.”

Camilla slid smoothly along my thigh. She embraced me gently, patting me reassuringly, then reached down and laughed.

“…But if you get this discouraged, it makes me even more embarrassed.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Camilla nestled against me. She nuzzled my cheek gently, then caressed my cheek and jaw.

“Johan, you’re such a good boy?”

“I’m quite a virtuous person, you know.”

“Well, that means you were originally this kind and gentle, but only treated me badly.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Camilla was faster. She parted my lips and thrust her tongue in. For a while, for a long time, we sank into each other, then surfaced together to breathe.

Camilla moved her hips more forcefully than before.

She pressed her groin against my thigh firmly, as if massaging it, as if stamping it. With both arms, she gripped my shoulders and neck, touched my chest, and repeatedly bit and licked my shoulders and neck.

Her movements grew more intense, but with a narrower amplitude.

A low howl escaped Camilla’s mouth, impossible to tell if it was crying or entrancement. She could barely hold her head up straight.

Only her hair, her long red hair, swayed back and forth before my eyes. It was still dark, but I could make out her face somewhat. Her eyes were tightly closed, but her mouth was open, constantly smiling.

I could sense what was about to happen. Yesterday was my first time and I was flustered. Today is similar, but I’m a little more familiar than yesterday.

But perhaps Camilla was tired too. She seemed to keep going limp. Her eager heart urged her on, but her body kept growing sluggish. I gently stroked her back and chest.

I know her weak spots.

All at once, she arched her back dramatically and covered her mouth. Her body, propelled by momentum, sought pleasure on its own, drawing her legs together, arching her back, pressing down. Pressing. Pressing. Until finally.

With a single, broken, short cry of ecstasy, she collapsed. The thigh she straddled became sticky and moist. Camilla still tried to maintain her posture, but this time I supported her.

Camilla, her body completely numb with pleasure, trembled helplessly in my arms.

But today was different from yesterday. Today she seemed much more comfortable. She still twitched, but that was just the afterglow; she made no attempt to hide or conceal it.

Even though we were hidden by blackout curtains, she revealed herself, soaked in passion, without hiding.

Because there was no need to.

“I like you.”

Camilla likes me and wants me to know it. That I can make her burn like this.

I held her quietly, letting her calm down. Like a baby bird, Camilla shook her head before finally exhaling a long breath. She dropped her arm, bumping my groin. It had already become vigorous again.

“…I’m sorry, Johan.”

“For what?”

“It’s my first time, so I must be quite clumsy.”

Camilla pushed me away and staggered slightly. At first, I thought it was because she was exhausted or dizzy from the afterglow.

But that wasn’t it. She knelt on a thick blanket laid on the floor and signaled for me to sit on the edge of the bed.

She carefully brushed back her hair and took deep breaths to compose herself. She opened a bottle of water and gulped it down.

“Clumsy?”

Instead of answering my question, Camilla placed both hands firmly on my thighs.

“I don’t want to hurt you either.”

She slapped my thighs again. This time she pressed her thumbs firmly on both inner thighs. Then she cleared her throat with a “Ahem.” She seemed unable to help feeling nervous.

“I was the only one… who felt good. So I should return the favor. Besides, I’m hungry. And since your chest is smaller than mine anyway.”

Slap.

Camilla struck my thigh.

“Spread them. Quickly.”

* * * * *

In truth, it didn’t go particularly well, just considering that part. Well, if it had been familiar, that would be strange in its own way.

“…I’m sorry. I wanted to make you feel good, but I think I just startled you.”

I answered with my face buried between her breasts. Even now, her breasts were fully swollen. They were so sensitive that I worried they might be painfully sore from just touching her underwear.

“It was good. Really. I was just more surprised than pleased.”

“Really?”

“I couldn’t have imagined it.”

“…Actually, neither could I. But, I… though it’s quite regrettable, I don’t think it was bad. My jaw is a bit sore though.”

“…Really?”

“I could see you were happy.”

In the middle of it all, kneeling between my legs, Camilla had looked up at me. Each time, my thighs tensed and blood rushed.

At the final moment, I frantically waved at Camilla. She removed her mouth and stood up, gripping my groin with one hand and supporting underneath with the other, then brought it close to her stomach. She pressed it against the slightly swollen area below her navel.

“Here.”

Camilla didn’t stop her hand movements. Even when I finally collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath. Until I was completely exhausted, as if my waist would give out. After roughly wiping her body with the blanket on the floor, Camilla climbed onto the bed and lay down beside me.

And now we’re lying diagonally like this, exchanging words.

Gurgle. Camilla playfully taps her stomach. The sound of emptiness, resonating.

“I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

“It must be morning now?”

“I think so.”

But both of us, despite our words, didn’t move at all. Camilla turned to lie on her other side.

“…How was the play? I… really enjoyed it.”

“I’m happy.”

I meant it sincerely. Camilla’s body seemed to stiffen slightly. I turned her back toward me. Even the darkness couldn’t hide it anymore. Perhaps feeling embarrassed now, Camilla’s breathing intensified.

But now, I think I understand why she insisted on calling it “play.” She wanted to open my heart. If I disliked it or rejected it, she could just pass it off as a joke, making it comfortable for both of us.

“…Not play. For real.”

Camilla’s eyes grew moist. I could see the joy filling her face.

“…Did I succeed?”

“Yes.”

“Then I should stop playing with my hands now?”

Startled, I instinctively grabbed her waist. Perhaps finding my physical response more satisfying than any facial expression, Camilla burst into laughter.

“…You really.”

Thinking about giving her a light pinch, I instead gave her buttocks a gentle slap. I showed her my hand first, as if I was going to hit her, then did it lightly. Camilla flinched in surprise and drew her legs together.

“I really shouldn’t do it.”

Slap. Another slap. Using less and less force, but gently on the fleshier parts. Camilla’s body grew increasingly heated.

“Really not doing it? You’re not?”

“N-no. Nooo… I won’t, ah!”

“Even like this?”

Gently, Camilla seemed to feel it. Despite pressing down on her lower lip, she trembled, trying to hold back her laughter, moans, and lingering heat. I patted her buttocks gently, as if cradling them. Not small enough to fit in one hand, but still.

“…What if, Johan.”

“Yes?”

“If we share more, exchange more… would the virus in your body get stronger too?”

“I think so.”

“And the pheromone your virus produces would get stronger too. The one that excites people, or opponents.”

“I told you it’s still weak. For both of us.”

Camilla’s hand reached out. She gently placed her hand on my face.

“The more I want you and accept you… those girls who like you will gradually become unable to resist, right?”

“I suppose so? Whether they like me or want to kill me.”

“Then what I’m doing with you could lead to something bad, couldn’t it?”

“I don’t think so, Camilla.”

This time, I gently stroked and caressed her.

“Whatever it does to my body, I don’t care. If it’s good, I’ll use it, and if it’s bad, I’ll find a way to get rid of it. And I don’t want to give up our relationship just for that reason. If I didn’t know, maybe, but now I do.”

“But every time you…”

That I put profit before feelings? That’s right. It’s true. If I had to rank them, that would be the case. But,

“I don’t calculate when it comes to things I truly like. The very act of calculating means it’s not what I like most.”

Hearing my answer, Camilla was silent for a moment. She lowered her head and buried her face in my chest. It seemed to be getting slightly wet.

“I like you, Camilla. I was too scared to say it. I didn’t want to lose something I liked again, so I tried not to like anything. So I kept everything bottled up inside.”

“…Even now?”

Her voice resonated low, like pressing her forehead against a door.

“…A little.”

I answer honestly. This is unavoidable. That’s how I’ve lived. The way I’ve lived all these days won’t change so easily overnight.

“But I want to change. Will you help me?”

Camilla doesn’t answer. She sighs softly and backs away.

She got off the bed. With her back turned, I couldn’t see her expression or gestures.

“…I need to wash up.”

Camilla wrapped herself in the blanket that had fallen to the floor. With her slender hands, she took out clothes to change into and toiletries. She moved her feet to place the LED light at the tent entrance on the floor and turned it on. A soft light spread across the floor.

“Johan?”

“Yes?”

“Do you see that brown travel carrier over there, in the corner?”

It was the smallest of the neatly arranged row.