Ch.199199. The First Night

Blanc turned off the lights in the room.

The warm yellow lamp.

That neat lamp, which matched her tidy room, was the only source of light.

“…It’s embarrassing when the lights are on.”

“Though I can still see everything…”

“That’s because you’re so white, Vine.”

“…I am darkness, though.”

“Still.”

Blanc entered behind me and clicked the door.

She even locked it.

“…I haven’t even showered.”

“It should be fine since we’re close in this room, right? Besides, you don’t smell like anything, Vine.”

“…That’s not what I was hoping to hear.”

“No?”

She pounced on me as I stood there blankly.

Making me lie down on her bed.

With her on top of me.

Thump—

“Huh…”

“Vine.”

“…Yes.”

“Earlier, when you said you were prepared. Was that true?”

“Why are you making me confirm it again? How cruel.”

After saying that, I couldn’t bear to meet Blanc’s eyes, so I turned away.

Then, as if she expected it.

Smooch—

“Pfft… you’re so cute, Vine.”

“Ugh…”

“Is it okay if we do it like this?”

“…At least let me shower. Even though I didn’t move much today—huh?!”

“Sniff— Phew… you actually smell good.”

Blanc buried her face in my armpit and took a direct whiff.

“W-wait, wait a moment! Th-that’s…!”

“Why…? It’s surprisingly pleasant. Like a baby’s skin scent… soft and gentle. There’s nothing bad about it.”

“Th-that’s…! D-don’t do that, Blanc…!”

“Hehe.”

She slipped her arm behind my back and embraced me.

Smooch…

Chu…

It might seem sudden, but it felt natural as I offered my lips.

This time, I also tasted Blanc’s mouth in return.

The taste of this kiss was sweet like cotton candy.

“Mmm… smooch… chu, mwah…”

“Mmm… chu… chu…”

Like vines wrapping around a wall, like light embracing darkness, we explored each other, and kept exploring.

We lost track of time, focusing only on our connection.

When we finally separated our lips.

A silvery thread stretched between us, as if reluctant to break.

“Haa… haa…”

“Phew… Vine. It’s only been a short time, but you’ve become skilled.”

“…I just didn’t want to lose to you.”

“How did you improve in such a short time?”

“…I simply matched my rhythm with yours.”

“So, how was it? The taste of my breath?”

“…It was good.”

I couldn’t look her in the eyes while saying that.

I turned my head to the side and whispered quietly.

“Really? I’m glad then. Pfft…”

“D-don’t laugh…”

“I can’t help it when laughter comes naturally.”

“…It’s embarrassing.”

“Me too.”

Then.

She brought her lips to my neck.

Using her lips to reveal the reddish petal mark she had left earlier.

She rolled the bandage with her tongue.

Removing it from my body.

And then.

She put it in her mouth…

“D-don’t put that in your mouth…! It’s dirty…! Spit it out, spit it out!”

“Mmmph…”

Thump, thump!

“Wh-what are you doing?!”

When I resisted a bit forcefully.

She finally took the bandage she’d been savoring in her mouth.

“Tsk… Instead, I’ll devour this petal.”

“Wh-what?!”

As soon as she spat it out, she went for the area around the mark she’d left.

“Hngh… ugh…”

Suuuuuck…

With all her might.

It’s not a mark that won’t fade.

But her desire to make it last forever is clearly conveyed.

Her possessiveness, wanting to leave her trace permanently on the canvas that is me.

It overwhelms me completely.

When Blanc removed her lips.

Just as she wanted.

My body was covered in pink petals.

“…Ugh. It’s rather painful.”

“Did it hurt?”

“…More than that, the feeling. What came through felt good.”

“…Hehe.”

Blanc held me tightly for a long while.

She adjusted her embrace, finding the most comfortable position.

And then.

I enjoyed our connection a little longer.

I felt her scent.

I felt her soft skin.

The proper sensations I couldn’t feel in battle.

Things I had only avoided before becoming lovers, never thinking I would appreciate them.

Because I was prepared.

After a while.

“I guess we should shower soon?”

Blanc said with a smile.

“See. I’m a bit… sweaty.”

“…Yes. I see.”

“It’s strange. I don’t find anything unpleasant about you at all, Vine.”

“…I find Blanc even more pleasant.”

“Really?”

“…”

Blanc moved her hand downward.

“…?!”

Past my chest, past my waist.

Past my navel, to around my pelvis.

“Here.”

“W-w-w-wait…!”

“Excuse me.”

Her hand carefully slipped under my skirt.

It was blocked by thin fabric.

But that wasn’t what she wanted.

Her touch glided gently.

“Eek?!”

“…Vine, look at this.”

After lightly brushing past, she held up her hand before my eyes.

Between her index finger and thumb, a silvery thread stretched.

“…Vine, you’re quite the wet type, aren’t you?”

“Blanc! Wh-what are you saying?!”

“Hehe… sorry, sorry. I wanted to tease you.”

“Th-there are other ways to t-tease…! I-I was being so still…!”

“Are you that upset? Alright. Here.”

When I showed signs of being upset, she took my hand and placed it.

Down below on herself.

“Eek?!”

“Um… heh. See? I’m wet too. See? We’re both the same.”

“Wh-what are you…!”

“Come on, let’s go shower.”

Unable to resist, I was dragged to the bathroom.

The bathtub, the steam, the mist—nothing had changed.

But the atmosphere had changed.

Tremendously.

“…”

“…”

We just stood close to each other without speaking.

Perhaps the backlash from her earlier boldness had finally appeared.

Blanc, who had been eagerly undressing me on the way to the bathroom.

Froze as soon as she looked at my body.

Seeing Blanc immobilized was so annoying that I undressed her the same way.

…

The result was this icy atmosphere.

Even though we’ve seen each other like this…

The lewd thoughts I have when looking at Blanc won’t go away.

Is this…

Actually because of our visit to that large bathhouse?

Back then, I was just normally surprised.

But now it’s not just normal surprise…

It’s filled with sincerity…

Ugh.

We finished showering more quickly than usual.

Without even looking at each other, we quietly returned to the room.

And then, click went the door again.

After locking it.

Now we were just watching each other cautiously.

Though we were sitting next to each other.

Sitting on the same bed.

“…Vine.”

“Yes.”

“…Are we going to do it?”

Blanc, unable to bear it anymore, asked me first.

“…I am prepared.”

“Vine.”

“…I just remembered that I haven’t paid my price. How annoying.”

“Hm…? What do you mean?”

“My spring. I sold it to you.”

“Huh…?”

“S-so… so…”

Unable to say the rest with my own mouth.

I buried my face in Blanc’s chest.

Even though I hated being embraced so much.

To think I’d choose this place to escape to.

“…Take it.”

I muttered quietly.

Somehow, she understood.

“Okay.”

She said while stroking my head.

And then, another kiss.

To break through the wall of atmosphere created by embarrassment.

Overcoming it through our entanglement.

A different kind of kiss than when we first entered this room.

Because now we properly understood what it meant to explore each other.

Because we knew we wanted each other.

This villain cannot live without that magical girl.

And that magical girl cannot live without this villain.

By the time we fully felt this through our breathing and exchange of saliva.

The excited breathing and sound of pounding hearts.

Mine was beating so wildly that even though we were slightly apart, I feared Blanc could hear it.

Hear my embarrassment and excitement.

It sounded so loud.

So loud that my heart might burst from the strain.

We look at each other.

After giving our breath to each other.

Tears blur my vision.

But do we both know what to do next?

“…Vine.”

“Yes.”

“The buttons.”

Since it was a thin slip dress, a one-piece.

Still, there were a couple of buttons.

I open my body wide, accepting Blanc’s touch.

Her hand touches close to my heart.

Her fingers move, pop.

Pop.

Naturally, with just a light touch, the clothes.

Blanc, rustle, rustle.

The fluttering, helplessly falling fabric.

She lifts my skirt.

Leaving me half-naked with only my underwear.

“…Ugh.”

“Cold?”

“…Your gaze.”

“Ah. You’re so beautiful… I can’t help it.”

“You’ve seen plenty before.”

“…It’s the first time I’m seeing you this way.”

Then, she comes closer.

Places her hands on my waist.

Lightly, slowly.

Teasingly touching me.

Like someone about to touch a work of art.

That careful touch is so ticklish and…

It excites me too.

“Mmm…”

“So soft…”

“D-don’t say such things…”

Slowly moving upward, Blanc’s hand is now on my lower abdomen.

“Do you know what this is?”

“…My womb.”

“That’s right. The womb. They say women can feel good just by having this area pressed firmly. Though I heard that on the internet.”

Press, press.

Why is she telling me this while continuously pressing my lower abdomen?

“…Womb. Yes. Vine’s womb…”

Then, she moves her hand up a bit. Placing her fingertips around my navel.

Circling around.

“…Vine, your navel is so pretty too.”

“Hngh… what are you saying…”

“It’s true. It’s so pretty. I want to lick it.”

“The n-navel isn’t something to eat… it’s dirty…”

“There are no dirty parts on you, Vine.”

“Ugh…”

Then her hand moves past my waist.

Near my ribs.

Continuing to rise without stopping.

“Mmm?!”

“Vine. May I?”

Moving her hand forward smoothly.

My bra.

The button-like protrusion above it.

“Ugh…”

Carefully, barely touching.

A part I’ve never allowed anyone…

Truly, truly one of the forbidden areas.

Why is it standing so stiffly, revealing itself…

“…It’s gotten hard.”

“Ugh… d-don’t talk about such…”

“Alright. But… I want you to know. It’s not just me who likes you… you like me too.”

“I-I already know that…”

“Yes. That’s enough.”

Gently.

As if rubbing.

Gently.

Like brushstrokes, Blanc plays with her fingers.

Those fingers, playing me like an instrument.

“Ahh…”

Slipping her hand into the gap beneath my underwear.

“Mmm…”

As if wanting to feel the softness.

Blanc, squeezing a little.

That touch…

That touch is so sensual…

Blanc embraces me from behind, laying me down, and more earnestly.

Lifting my bra slightly, exposing only my breasts.

After tormenting me a bit with her nails.

“…Hmm? Something feels strange… your nails, weren’t they longer?”

“I cut them.”

As if to show me why, she pinches my nipple lightly with her fingertips.

“Ahh?!”

“I like that your nipples are small too.”

“Wh-what kind of perverted thing are you saying…”

“I’m glad I cut my nails.”

Avoiding my question, the hand she shows me.

“…You cut them really short? I’m sure this morning they were…”

“I got tired of it and just blasted them off with magic.”

“…Ah.”

“It gets more precise, so this much is easy? But… shouldn’t we be focusing on something else right now?”

Now, completely removing my bra.

With one hand, she torments the nipple she was teasing earlier.

And with the other hand, she moves downward.

“Mmm… chu…”

And with her mouth, she takes the other one.

“W-wait…!? Kyah?!”

“Delicious… mmm.”

The feeling of a tongue instead of fingers was different.

While fingers felt like Blanc was gradually building up my response.

The tongue… the level of excitement that signals a more serious beginning.

The pleasure travels from my nipple to my brain.

A pleasure that makes it impossible to keep my hands still is gradually building.

“Phew.”

Then.

“Can I take these off?”

With those words.

She grabs my last line of defense.

Holding the one piece of fabric covering that place.

Just lightly brushing the area behind that single layer of fabric.

“See… you’re wet again. So much that our shower was pointless.”

“Wh-why do you keep showing me that…”

“…I wonder how it will be when I take this off?”

Blanc asks, provoking my embarrassment.

“I-if you want to take it off…”

But it seems unfair that only I am exposed.

“B-Blanc should… take hers off too…”

“Me…?”

“Yes. J-just me… being exposed like this is unfair, I think…”

“…Pfft. Alright.”

With my weakened body behind her.

Blanc confidently removed her clothes.

Her full breasts that epitomize femininity.

Her naked form revealed as she lowered her dress, rustle, rustle.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Wow…”

“…So that’s what it feels like to be stared at so intently…”

“…Wait, why isn’t your bra…”

“This? Here.”

Slightly recovered and sitting up, I face her as she sits before me.

Taking both my hands.

“You take it off for me, Vine.”

“Wh-what…?”

“Hurry.”

…

At Blanc’s words.

I approach her and remove her underwear.

To undo her bra, I need to unfasten the hook.

The clasp attached to the back.

To do that, I have to reach around Blanc’s large heart and eventually…

“Mmm…”

“B-Blanc… the sound.”

“V-Vine… seeing you undress me, it feels quite impressive?”

“What… does that mean…”

My arms can’t reach, so a little more.

Pressing closer to her, click, click.

Unfastening the hooks, I move back slightly.

The bra falls, losing its support.

“Wow…”

“What…? Is it strange?”

“…You’re beautiful.”

“You too.”

“Blanc is more so.”

“No, Vine is prettier. Mine are just big.”

“That’s not true…”

“Pfft…”

Seeing me laugh while being embarrassed.

Because it’s good, because it’s funny, I laugh too.

We just laughed for a while.

To think that the saying about laughing just by looking at someone’s face would come true here.

Then.

“Now… can I?”

“…Yes.”

Showing my consent, I lay down on the bed.

This time, not pushed down by Blanc, but by my own will.

Though I have a pillow behind me, so it’s not quite lying down.

I can see Blanc approaching my legs.

Silently, scanning my body.

Touching my sensitive breasts again with her hands.

Placing her hand on the last piece of fabric.

Caressing the damp part.

“This has gotten hard too.”

“Th-there… if you touch it like that…”

Rustle, rustle…

Tapping with her fingertips.

As if something is being touched through the fabric.

Like little beans all bunched up…

“Mmm… ugh…”

“Sensitive?”

“Y-yes…”

“Is that so? Then.”

Blanc climbs on top of me and kisses me.

All ways to hide my excited, rough breathing are blocked.

I entrust my rough breathing entirely to Blanc.

The initiative naturally passes to her.

Using the kiss to distract my attention, before I know it.

She grabs the fabric at my waist, slightly.

Riding the mood, she lifts it a little.

Lowering it bit by bit.

The cold air… meeting the flowing liquid.

It gives a chilly feeling, but…

My heart is warm, my body is excited.

Such sensations are merely passing stimuli.

Stroking the plump outer parts.

It’s so slick that even I can feel it.

“Phew… Vine… were you looking forward to this that much?”

“D-didn’t you say the same thing earlier…”

“Did I? Can I look?”

“…Do as you please.”

As I say that.

She kisses my forehead once before going down.

Blanc stares intently.

“D-don’t look at me like that…”

“It’s just so pretty.”

“…Ugh.”

“And… so wet too. Yours is… clean and beautiful every time I see it, with no hair covering it…”

“H-how long have you been looking at it…”

“Hmm… secret. But it’s pretty.”

After observing my private parts, Blanc spreads the slit with her fingers.

“…Oh.”

“D-don’t look at it like that…”

“Cute.”

Smooch-

“Ah?!”

“Slurp… mm. Sweet. Really sweet. Well then.”

Carefully bringing her head close.

“The scent… is so good too.”

“That c-can’t be… I’m still human, so it must be strange, such, mmm…”

“Slurp. It really is good, I tell you. Can’t you believe me? Hmph. Bad villain Vine who doesn’t trust her lover needs to be punished.”

“Wh-what?! W-wait… ahh?!”

Blanc put her mouth on me and inserted her tongue.

Into that hole…

She inserted her tongue.

“Ahh?!”

“Slurp… chu… mmm.”

The squelching sound of her tongue rubbing against my mucous membrane.

The feeling of a tongue invading a hole that had never been entered before.

This sensation of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.

A strange feeling rising dully.

Squelch, squelch.

Slurp.

With more intense tongue movements, the feeling rises from the tip.

And then, the little bean, the clitoris she’s tormenting bit by bit.

The pleasure climbing calmly through my body.

“Ah, ahh… mmm… Blanc… th-this… mmm…♡”

No matter how much I call for Blanc, her mouth won’t let go, as if this is more important.

Not just entering inside and licking the vaginal walls wildly, but also all the sensitive areas around.

As if truly searching for my weak points.

Watching my reactions, she’s already identified my weakness.

I couldn’t help but wrap my legs around Blanc due to this response.

Yet ironically, my thighs are spread wide open for her.

Even gripping the blanket tightly can’t stop the rising pleasure.

Every time her tongue scrapes against the wall, the rising pleasure torments my head wildly.

Finally.

“Mmm, ugh… B-Blanc, I, I…♡”

When I urgently called out to Blanc.

She became even more enthusiastic, moving her tongue vigorously.

And using her hands to hold my legs.

Making it comfortable for Blanc.

So she could truly devour me.

Finally.

“B-Blanc, I can’t hold back anymore. P-please, stop♡, stop♡. No, Blanc, no… nngh♡…?! Hyah♡, ahh♡ hyaaang♡♡♡♡”

Splash! Splurt splaaaash…♡

I released everything to Blanc.

And… for the first time as a woman…

I came.

But, well…

Blanc got completely covered in what I released below…

With her mouth full…

“Haa, haa… haa… aah?!”

“Chu- mmm…”

“Mmph?!?! Mmm! Gul…gulp. Phew…♡ Wh-what, what are you…”

“Earlier, you said it tasted bad. With your own mouth. How is it?”

Despite being confused by Blanc’s actions.

My mind had already reached a state of sufficient excitement.

“I-it was… good… w-wait… th-the fluid from my lower part…”

“Yes. Pfft… Vine, I love you so much. Vine, I love you so much…”

“Bla-Blanc…”

“Now, I’ll really begin…♡ I’m… excited too.”

The words she delivers to me in an elated voice.

They were truly sincere.

“I can’t hold back.”

Blanc pounced on me.

* * *

“Ahh…♡ Ugh, ugh…♡ I’m coming, coming again…♡”

“Where is coming, our Vine…?”

“P-pussy, pussy…pussy, coming, com…♡ Ah, aah…♡♡♡♡”

Splash…

She trembled violently, lifting her hips as another great pleasure overwhelmed Vine.

Indeed, to the point where the word “pussy” came from Vine’s mouth…

After only calling it her private part or “there.”

Thinking that teaching proper lewd words is a lover’s duty.

I only let her come when she called it her pussy.

And when I pressed her womb, I only pressed firmly when she clearly said she was coming from her womb.

Of course, since coming from the womb still seemed difficult for her, I stimulated her little bean while pressing her womb.

I could definitely tell this was another of Vine’s weak points.

Her womb was incredibly sensitive.

Already her body was covered in sweat, saliva, and love juices.

A bed full of fluid without a waterproof sheet.

Really…

I really found myself a woman who gets so wet.

“Truly… you’re so lewd, our Vine.”

“Heh…♡ Heeh…♡”

Still in the afterglow of her orgasm, I kiss Vine again as she can barely speak.

I don’t know how many kisses we’ve shared.

But does Vine know how good her mouth feels?

Exploring her pussy, tormenting her clit with my fingers until she comes.

Now, truly the final step.

“Vine… can I take your virginity?”

“Wh-what…?”

“Did you just say yes?”

“Eh, eh…?! W-wait, I just came so I’m sensitive…!?♡♡”

The reason I cut my nails.

To go a little deeper.

Since Vine is smaller and softer than others.

I thought her hymen might be shallower.

With my hand, her hymen.

After just teasing the front a bit with my fingers, to think it would be like this.

“W-wait, wai, hyaah!?♡♡♡ It hurts, hur, hurts…♡ Hurts…♡♡♡ so much…”

She dropped her usual polite speech and used casual language, showing how intense the stimulation was.

At times like this, kisses to forget the pain and nipple teasing.

And finding more definite weak spots inside.

I’ve already identified all her weak spots in the front.

Identifying the deeper spots inside Vine.

And…

Surprisingly, what Vine likes.

Her back is a weak point.

Our Vine is weak in her anal area.

Just by following the wall inside and rubbing with my thumb together.

She came so hard she squirted.

“Slurp… mm. There’s still blood though. What a shame.”

“Wh-what did you just eat…”

Vine asks me in a tearful voice after losing her hymen.

“Your first time.”

“Ugh, ugh… d-don’t do such…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you my first time too.”

“Ugh, ugh…”

I’ve long since removed my panties.

She did torment me with her tongue, saying it was unfair that only she was being pleasured.

But her awkward tongue movements and earnest efforts were so cute that I grabbed the back of her head and…

Yes.

That was good too.

What does it feel like to give your first time to someone you truly love?

As Vine recovered a bit.

A resentful look.

Yes. That’s right.

I’ve been devouring you until now.

Now I’ll let you devour me.

Conveying that meaning to Vine.

“…Be prepared.”

The sight of thin, pale thighs stained with blood.

It’s like viewing a painting.

But now… I’m the one being eaten.

I spread my legs obediently to make it easy for Vine to eat me.

What was she so embarrassed about?

Showing everything to the person you love.

…Though it would be a bit embarrassing in bright light.

Vine initiates a kiss.

And small hands that can’t fully grasp my breasts.

Feeling sorry for her, I helped make it easier to hold them.

Whether she sensed this or not.

She angrily torments my nipples…♡

Even with small hands… there’s strength, so.

Combined with my excitement from devouring Vine until now.

Ugh…♡

“Ahh…♡”

“Really… you’re this sensitive too, yet you just went ahead and…”

“Y-yes… to Vine…♡”

Grasping my breast with one hand, her other hand invades my mouth.

Thoroughly, thoroughly ravaging my mouth

She dirties her hand with my saliva.

Slowly places her hand on my wet pussy.

“This villain will take the magical girl’s virginity. Any objections?”

“Yes…♡”

“How pathetic, a magical girl losing her virginity to a villain.”

Technically it’s not being taken, but more like giving it.

The small hand follows along the vaginal wall.

Somewhere, it hits a barrier.

“…I don’t know anymore.”

She mercilessly tears through the membrane.

The pain that rises as the membrane tears.

Thinking this is the pain Vine experienced earlier.

That pain transforms into pleasure.

“Haa…? A magical girl who gets wetter from the pain of losing her virginity… this hopeless pervert…”

I’ll corrupt you…♡

Ah.

I think I’m going to ovulate…♡

* * *

How long have we been entangled?

Since I took Blanc’s virginity earlier, I’ve mostly been on the bottom.

Even eaten on top of the desk.

Hands against the window, taken from behind…

Those hands squeezing my breasts…

The floor flooded from the nervousness of possibly being seen.

The bed became almost unusable.

Our bodies covered in love juices.

I didn’t expect Blanc to sit on my face.

Well, I did it to her first… but would she want to do that to such a small body?

And I left marks all over Blanc’s body too.

Even thinking about this.

“Like this with your legs. Mmm, mmm…♡”

“Th-this…♡”

“Yes. Like this with your hips… ugh…♡”

“C-clits rubbing… mmm…♡ Goosebumps, so sensitive…♡”

“Yes…♡ I feel good too…♡”

“B-Blanc, this is, this, this is really…♡ really…♡”

“Mixing our bodies, you mean…? Yes…♡ Take responsibility for me, Vine…♡”

Blanc holds my legs and moves her hips.

This is really s-sex…♡

Pussy meeting pussy, th-this is…♡

Ugh, ugh, ugh…♡

“Blanc, Blaaanc…♡ Sob, mmm♡ hyaang♡”

“Vine, Vine…♡ I feel good too, I love you♡ I love you♡”

“Yeheh…♡ I, I, t-too…♡ I’m about to c-come♡ mmm…♡”

Squish squish squish…

Whether it’s the sound of the bed springs or our pussies, our clits rubbing together doesn’t matter.

What matters now is I’m about to come, come, coming…♡

“Blanc…♡”

“Yes, Vine, me too♡ s-soon…♡”

Squish squish squish squish squish squish squish squish…♡

“Ugh, hngh, ohh…♡ C-coming, cam, hngh, hyaaaaaaang♡♡♡♡”

“I, I’m coming too…♡ Mmmmaaah♡♡♡♡”

Holding each other’s bodies, burying ourselves in each other.

Finally.

Together…

Haa…♡

“Mmm… I’ve dirtied you, Blanc…♡ I’ll clean you… ahh…♡”

“Hmm…? No, ugh…♡ n-not now…”

“Wait…”

Blanc dragged her tired body on top of me.

With her bottom facing me.

“This way I can clean yours too…”

“Huh… then, I’ll also…”

Without either of us competing, we both.

Without any hesitation.

Naturally…

Blanc… even bent over like this, her back view is beautiful…

Even… this part is beautiful.

And this part too…

“Hyah?! Th-that place is dirty…?!”

“You did it too. So… chu…♡”

“Mmm… really…♡”

After that.

Finally completely exhausted.

On the bed, damp with fluids of unknown origin—though most were probably mine—we embraced each other.

I buried myself in Blanc’s chest.

“…Do you like it that much?”

“…I think it’s okay to be honest now. I like it.”

“Yes. You can bury yourself, touch, and knead as much as you want. I’m yours, Vine.”

“…How lewd.”

“Why? I gave you permission.”

“So now… my body is yours to do with as you please too.”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“Ugh… what do you like about my body? It’s so meager…”

“Soft and small… your bottom is also nicely soft.”

“…Isn’t it firm?”

“No, our Vine is appropriately small and cute.”

“…I think it’s a failure of a woman’s body.”

“…But I like it?”

“…Mmm.”

Even while saying it’s embarrassing and burying my face in Blanc’s chest, I don’t let go of her hand.

Our fingers intertwined, as if never to let go.

Our hands are slippery.

…Some fingers might smell of saliva.

But Blanc smells good.

Especially this chest where skin meets skin.

“…Looking at you like this, you’re like a baby.”

“You treated this baby-like me quite roughly.”

“…Hehe.”

“You’re cruel.”

“Yes. I’ll be cruel.”

“I’m the villain here.”

“Sorry. Want to suckle?”

“…As if I’d fall for such…”

“Really?”

“Mmm.”

“Ahh…♡ Good…♡”

“Mmm… slurp…”

“W-wait…♡ Don’t suck so hard…♡ Ah?! Don’t bite…♡ O-okay…♡ I won’t tell you to stop…♡”

“Suuuck…”

“Hngh…!? Again, mmm…♡”

Mischievous Blanc…

We fell asleep feeling each other’s warmth.

No thought of showering afterward.

Just… tired, but with a trustworthy love beside me.

The pillow was soaked through, so we discarded it.

Using each other as pillows.

Hugging tightly, intoxicated by each other’s scent.