Ch.104Love is an Open Door (6)

“Do you like it?”

Irene’s question left Evan unable to answer. Every time she moved her hips, the slick wetness that coated her, combined with the way she only brushed against his mound without taking him inside, had completely captured his attention.

Irene smiled mischievously. It seemed the more honest she became, the more she acted on her inner desires, the happier Evan appeared to be.

How had he reacted when she showed him the white fluid on her tongue? That empty, dazed look in his eyes—the pleasure that sent shivers down her spine made Irene’s lips curl into a smile. Watching Irene move her hips above him, Evan thought of the word “succubus.”

Succubus—how could he deny it? The sticky fluid flowing down her thighs had long since soaked everything around them. Their moans intertwined, filling the entire room with erotic sounds.

Yet despite this, Irene continued only to rub herself against Evan’s member. With each friction, she felt the electrifying sensation as her clitoris touched the protruding part, blushing deeper as she noticed how her fluids had soaked the bedding.

“Mmm… ahhh…”

“Irene, please—”

“Haah…”

Irene secretly smiled at Evan’s tortured expression. Each time she moved her pelvis, their pubic bones met. Though she moaned from the heat of Evan’s penis against her sensitive parts up to her navel, Irene’s hips moved instinctively.

As if chasing even greater pleasure, she naturally understood what to do next, even without having read about it in books.

Irene briefly clutched her tingling lower abdomen, then reached out to slowly scratch Evan’s chest with her fingers. As her fingers traced upward from his sternum to his chest, Evan’s body jerked in surprise. Stopping her hip movements, Irene smiled seductively and grabbed Evan’s wrists. Just like when they first lay together, she licked Evan’s slightly tired-looking cheek and whispered softly into his reddened ear.

“…Tell me.”

What? As Evan looked at her with confusion, Irene chuckled and moved her lips as if stating the obvious.

“Beg me to let you put it in.”

Splash—her completely wet entrance was roughly stimulating Evan’s penis. With each movement of her hips, Evan’s heart pumped mana to keep his mind from going blank with pleasure. Despite the enormous amount of mana—enough to prevent flames from escaping—he simply couldn’t bear the pleasure that surged with Irene’s every movement.

Despite being dominated in a way that made his status as a Master seem meaningless, Evan had no time to feel shame. He was simply immersed in the pleasure, with Irene’s words sounding like sweet whispers.

“…Please.”

“Mmm, what did you… say?”

Splash—

At Evan’s voice, Irene licked her lips. Moving her hips more skillfully, stimulating Evan’s slick penis while urging him to answer, Evan gritted his teeth and barely managed to speak.

“I want to… put it in. My lady, I beg you… ugh!”

“That’s what I’ve been waiting for.”

Raising her hips from Evan’s abdomen, Irene’s hand grasped his penis. The rigid, swollen, hot shaft seemed quite large to Irene at a glance. If something like this entered her body… Irene swallowed but didn’t try to avoid it.

“Ahhh…!”

As the tip penetrated her entrance, Irene’s back straightened at the completely different sensation. Barely supporting her legs that threatened to give way, she wiped away the leaking fluids with one hand and carefully lowered her hips. The penis pushing through her entrance was roughly scraping against her inner walls.

But Evan was also writhing in pleasure, gritting his teeth at the sensation of his semen being squeezed from his testicles.

Yet suppressing this, Evan sat up and embraced Irene’s waist. Blood was leaking from Irene’s entrance. Worried she might be in pain, despite how skillful she seemed for a first time, Evan carefully supported her delicate waist.

Making sure her hips lowered not too quickly, ensuring they connected without pain. Slowly tracing her chest with his mouth while gazing at the panting Irene with deep eyes.

“Are you… in pain?”

“I’m fi—ah, I’m fine.”

Though it hurt, Irene didn’t want to show it. Evan was smiling in her embrace. Happy about that, Irene endured the pain of bleeding and fully accepted Evan inside her.

‘…It’s too big.’

But Evan’s size wasn’t something that could be endured with patience alone. After briefly widening her eyes at the feeling of something filling her entire abdomen, Irene trembled all over and collapsed exhausted into Evan’s arms.

The pleasure that scraped her inner walls each time she raised her hips was something she couldn’t get used to. She had wondered why her abdomen felt ticklish—perhaps this was what she had been craving all along.

The tickling sensation in her abdomen had completely disappeared, replaced by a heartbeat-like throbbing. Their panting breaths touched each other’s noses. The grape scent of wine had faded, leaving only hot, erotic breaths swirling around them.

After briefly touching noses, Evan naturally explored Irene’s mouth. Moving his hips gently and slowly, he had somehow completely reversed their positions, with Irene now beneath him. Spreading between her legs, mixing their tongues, he caressed her still-firm breasts.

“Mmm…”

He teased the pink tips that stood erect with his fingers, while Irene’s teeth left red marks on Evan’s collarbone. Deep kisses left red marks all over Evan’s body.

Like roses settling on his body, seeing the red marks on Evan, Irene embraced him and spoke.

“…Move for me.”

With those words, Evan began to move his hips slowly. Careful not to hurt her, he stroked her hair while slowly exploring inside her. Scraping against her inner walls, searching for the spots that gave Irene more pleasure.

Though Irene gritted her teeth at the massive intrusion, she noticed she was becoming more comfortable. Realizing this movement was Evan’s consideration, that she would have been in much more pain if he hadn’t been so careful, Irene gently caressed Evan’s cheek.

How could she not love such a man? Though still massive, Evan’s penis now brought only pleasure, and Irene gradually surrendered her body to it.

Ugh—

At the sound from Evan’s mouth, Irene smiled mischievously. Though Evan tried to withdraw his hips from the pressure squeezing his member, he couldn’t forget the melting heat of her insides.

The rose scent that filled his nostrils, the soft yet perfect curve between her waist and pelvis completely captivated Evan’s gaze.

Trying to forget that sensation, Evan buried his face in her chest and licked her areola. Even as he explored her soft, bouncy breasts with his mouth, he could barely maintain his composure against the intense pleasure from below.

Was it because it was the first time for both Irene and himself? No, Evan thought it was something else.

Irene’s fingernails turned white as she clutched his waist. Despite the force with which she scratched Evan’s back, Irene’s face was that of a woman lost in ecstasy. Biting Evan’s nape, leaving red marks on his collarbone.

They explored each other, indulged in each other, trying to give all the passion boiling deep in their hearts to one another. Evan’s hips began to move faster. But as the pace increased, an unbearable pleasure was overwhelming Evan. Before long, Evan, who had been on top of Irene, found himself beneath her again.

Irene’s hips moved up and down. Something shadow-like kept writhing on her pale abdomen.

“Ah!”

Though Irene’s neck arched back when the penis reached her deepest point, she didn’t stop moving. Even as fluids mixed with blood soaked their buttocks, bellies, and the sheets, Irene moved her hips like a doll, entranced by the penis stirring her insides.

Her breasts swaying in the air felt as soft as whipped cream. The pink tips rising from her snow-white breasts looked like flowers, so delicate they seemed they might melt at a touch.

Evan gritted his teeth at the rising urge to climax. Irene felt it too, but couldn’t stop moving due to the pulsing in her abdomen. She wanted to receive it. She wanted to fill herself with the white fluid from Evan’s member, her blue eyes glistening with desire.

“Ahhh, mmm…!”

The metallic scent of blood had long since disappeared. The pheromones and body scents mixing together filled the surroundings with an erotic smell. The cold stillness of moonlight and passionate moans in ecstasy—they focused only on their current act, surrendering their minds to the sweet scent emanating from each other’s bodies.

“Evan, inside me… do it.”

Irene struggled to move her lips. She wanted to fill her empty abdomen with Evan’s essence. With her mouth half-open, her sweat-glistened body trembling, Irene’s eyes were half-closed. Though preparing for the coming pleasure, her shoulders were already steeped in sensation from below.

Squeezing her thighs to prevent Evan from pulling out, Irene continued grinding her pelvis against him, ignoring his words.

“Mmm, haa… you can’t escape. Evan is… mine.”

Irene didn’t even know what she was saying. Words she had always kept inside were continuously spilling out. Remembering the misery when Evan mentioned another woman’s name, the happiness when he confessed to her, the excitement when they first held hands.

At the same time, she imagined Evan’s heart staying with her forever. She knew it was selfish. Even if she thought that way, if Evan’s feelings cooled, such wishes would become impossible.

But now. Just for this moment.

“So, I’m okay. If it’s Evan doing it, I can like anything.”

Irene smiled faintly. Not a seductive smile, nor a playful one for Evan. Embracing him, she smiled more gently than ever before, ready to accept everything from Evan. Her contracting inner walls began to squeeze his member.

The bumpy protrusions of her inner walls stimulated his penis, followed by a squeezing pressure that made Evan groan.

Both Evan and Irene knew they were reaching their limits. Her spasming inner walls contracted, squeezing Evan’s penis. Irene’s breathing, mixed with excitement and tears from the overwhelming pleasure, made her chest rise and fall dramatically.

Moans emerging from deep in her throat, Irene’s waist kept arching backward as Evan’s member repeatedly hit her weak spot deep inside. Evan also raised his hips and embraced Irene as her thighs tightened around him.

“Ahhh…!”

“Ugh!”

As Evan embraced Irene, she felt something hot welling up inside her. A fire filling her abdomen, hotter than anything yet warmer than anything—she felt his essence. White froth flowed down like dew on flower petals.

Looking at the white fluid soaking her thighs and buttocks, Irene exhaled heavily, panting.

Her weakened hand touched Evan’s chest. As if grasping his heart, Evan held her hand against the left side of his chest and smiled faintly.

“…Are you alright?”

“I’m… fine.”

Irene looked at Evan, gathering her hazy thoughts. Her heart was pounding. The erotic scent now entering her nose seemed to reveal exactly what she had done. She never thought she could make Evan like this—he looked completely exhausted to anyone who saw him.

In fact, wasn’t Evan just doing what she wanted? Worried that Evan might dislike her for this, she raised her head, but Evan just smiled quietly and gently stroked her nape.

Irene was relieved by Evan’s expression. As her anxiety gradually dispersed, she smiled playfully. The hot white fluid was still flowing out from inside her…

As she rose from her position, white semen flowed down Irene’s thighs along with her fluids. Seeing this, Irene grinned and whispered quietly as she nestled in Evan’s arms.

“Take responsibility.”

“…What?”

“Today wasn’t a safe day.”

It didn’t take long for Evan’s face to turn pale. Hearing it wasn’t a safe day and simultaneously seeing the white fluid flowing from Irene, Evan reached out to her like a broken machine. If he hadn’t misheard, then…

“…I’ll take responsibility.”

Evan embraced Irene from behind with a serious expression. As if to reassure her, he caressed Irene’s hot abdomen, his face quite complicated. He was actually thinking about many things—what would happen next, how to treat Irene going forward, and dealing with Scarlet quickly—

Feeling Evan’s heart pounding with tension, Irene burst into laughter.

“Today is actually a safe day.”

After Irene laughed for a while, Evan’s face gradually relaxed as he realized it was a joke. Though smiling wryly at the sudden fatigue, he sighed slightly with disappointment. If it had been true… he really could have taken responsibility.

“…You don’t need to make such jokes.”

With those words, Evan lay down on Irene’s bed. Since it was a more physically demanding activity than expected, it was difficult even to maintain consciousness. As he closed his eyes, he felt the moonlight shining through the curtains.

Dawn was still far away, so he could sleep now and leave the room early. As he lay there catching his breath, Evan slowly opened his eyes at the weight he felt on his upper body.

“Why are you lying down?”

Irene was on top of him. Tilting her head as if wondering why he was lying down, she was holding Evan’s limp penis like a toy. After shaking it lightly like a feather, Irene finally smiled slightly as if understanding.

“Ah… you want to do it lying down?”

Her eyes curved like crescent moons and sparkled. But that gaze was so chilling that Evan instinctively retreated and covered himself with the blanket. Isn’t this her first time? Hadn’t he heard that on the first day, people are too exhausted after doing it once? As Evan covered himself with the blanket, Irene frowned with displeasure and pulled the blanket away, grabbing Evan’s shoulders.

“…Are you thinking of doing more?”

At the completely close distance, Evan carefully asked while looking at Irene, who was still breathing hotly. Irene shyly lowered her head and poked Evan’s cheek.

“Don’t joke around. There’s no way we’d stop after just once.”

Gulp—

Evan felt a chill run down his spine. Though winter was still far away, what enveloped his body was closer to coldness than the heat filling the room. Cornering Evan against the wall, Irene smiled broadly and gently bit his ear. While tickling the tip with her tongue, she quietly whispered.

“You’re not sleeping tonight, Evan.”

With a bright smile like a freshly bloomed flower, Irene added.

“That’s an order, okay?”