Ch.218Side Story: Priscilla – 3

I couldn’t cancel the tickets I had reserved and ended up booking a melodrama with Priscilla.

Despite the movie starting in just five minutes, there was only one other reserved seat besides ours. It felt like we had almost rented out the entire theater.

If I had revealed Priscilla’s identity, we could have easily rented the whole place, but neither of us wanted that.

“Yes, you may enter now.”

The theater employee checked which movie we were seeing, then gave a slightly strange look at Priscilla, who was clinging tightly to my arm with an embarrassed face.

He probably thought I was dragging along a reluctant girlfriend. At least he didn’t look at me with contempt.

“I-I was the one who wanted to see—oof.”

“Yes, understood.”

Priscilla, seemingly displeased with his assumption, tried to blurt out that she was the one who wanted to see the movie but was stopped by me.

If we just let it go, we’d simply be remembered as a couple where the guy was a pervert, but if we emphasized it like Priscilla just tried to do, we’d be remembered as a couple of perverts.

No matter how much I could change my appearance, I didn’t want to be remembered that way. Besides, the former would be easier to forget than the latter.

We entered theater 12 as directed. Despite being just one minute before showtime, every seat was empty except for one in the front row. The woman sitting there glanced at us and quickly averted her gaze.

Just to be sure, I checked with detection magic, but she was just an ordinary person.

‘Neither of us is any different from her.’

To her, we were perverts coming as a couple to watch what was essentially porn, and to us, she was a pervert watching this movie alone. We were all the same.

I sat down in the very back row and deactivated my celestial necklace. The only other viewer was the woman in the front row, and from there, even if she turned around, she couldn’t properly see our faces. The distance was too great.

“It’s about to start.”

“…Yeah.”

Following the useless tradition, the movie started ten minutes later than scheduled.

“Aahn! Ah! Harder!”

And it began with a bed scene right from the start.

Not the restrained, quiet moans typical of R-rated films, but exaggerated, deliberately loud moans from the actress that echoed throughout the theater.

“…”

Why did she want to see this? Could she possibly have such tastes? With these thoughts, I turned to look at her.

“…Eep!”

My eyes met Priscilla’s, who had been staring at me, not the movie. When our eyes met, she flustered and looked away.

Her embarrassment didn’t last long. She pretended to reach for the popcorn but hesitated, took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and then reached for my thigh instead of the popcorn.

As her hand began to caress my thigh, I flinched too. But regardless of my surprise, her fingers didn’t stop. They gradually massaged inward until they reached my crotch.

“—!!!!!!”

That seemed to be beyond what she had expected, as Priscilla silently screamed and pulled her hand away. She withdrew it as if she’d been burned.

Her right hand wrapped around her left hand that had just touched me, and rough breaths escaped between her lips. Just as the bed scene on screen ended and a morning sunlight scene appeared, I could see her expression.

Priscilla, with a face as red as a tomato, was alternately looking at my eyes and at a spot much lower.

After remaining frozen for a while with her left hand wrapped in her right, she finally seemed to make a decision and grabbed my wrist, guiding it to her chest. My palm was enveloped by a soft, squishy sensation.

‘…Soft?’

Even though I was inexperienced with real women, I knew this kind of sensation shouldn’t be felt through clothes. I slowly moved my hand, kneading her breast from top to bottom.

Beyond the sweater that clearly revealed the contours underneath, her breast spread softly like dough, changing shape as I moved my hand. There was nothing in the way.

“You’re not wearing…?”

I had wondered why no bra straps were visible despite her off-shoulder sweater. It wasn’t because she was wearing a strapless bra—she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

While I was frozen in surprise, Priscilla reached out her other hand and caressed my thigh again. No, not my thigh—she was directly caressing my crotch.

By this point, what she wanted was obvious.

‘Was this her plan from the beginning?’

Even before seeking advice from Rachel and Aihenhart?

I don’t know how long she had wanted this. It’s surprising that Priscilla would initiate it. But having come this far, backing out wouldn’t be very manly.

I checked the woman in the front row. Fortunately, she was completely focused on the movie. After confirming this, I used the hand that had been kneading Priscilla’s breast to lift her by her buttocks.

“Eek…!”

Lifting a woman from a seated position with just one arm would be impossible with ordinary strength, but my current physical abilities were far from ordinary.

I placed Priscilla on my lap. Her legs spread alluringly to either side. Her already tight skirt naturally rolled up to her hip bones, revealing her underwear.

Thankfully, she wasn’t going commando down there. But judging by the semi-transparent material and minimal coverage that rivaled Elysiere’s “that underwear,” she had clearly dressed with this in mind.

I pulled her waist closer and asked, “Hayun.”

“…Yes.”

“Did you plan this from the beginning?”

Nod. Priscilla answered by shyly nodding her head.

‘So she really did have this purpose from the start.’

I had wondered why she was suddenly so enthusiastic. There was another reason beyond a simple date. She had more than just dating in mind.

“Did you… not like it?”

Priscilla asked in a nervous voice. The waist I was holding trembled delicately.

Instead of answering, I pulled her waist closer and kissed her. Priscilla momentarily flinched but then parted her lips in response. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and her tongue, along with saliva, pushed between my parted lips.

While surprised by her aggressive tongue play, I matched her rhythm. With one hand, I kneaded her buttocks, and with the other, I firmly squeezed her breast. The soft, squishy sensation filled my palm.

Our breathing through parted lips gradually became rougher. I slipped my hand inside her sweater and gently teased the tip of her breast, causing her nipple to gradually stiffen and rise.

“It’s, it’s goood… this… feeling…”

Unable to bear it any longer, Priscilla’s body trembled. The arms around my neck tightened intensely.

This wasn’t the first time she had made such sounds. During the endlessly repeating regressions, as she gradually broke down and became obsessed with the “warmth” she first felt thanks to me.

Now it was time for her to feel a different kind of warmth.

Our lips parted. Thanks to the light from the screen, the silver thread of saliva between us glistened. Priscilla, with half-lidded eyes, didn’t even think to wipe the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

I lowered my gaze. At the edge of her not-small breasts, her nipples had hardened enough to be visible through the sweater.

I grabbed the hem of her sweater and lifted it. As it rolled up around her waist, it revealed her soft, plump abdomen.

“W-wait, Mira… it’s embarrassing…”

Priscilla whined and pressed down on my hands, though with almost no strength.

“We’ll be doing much more than this soon, you know?”

At my words, Priscilla removed her hands from my arms. Instead, she made an embarrassed sound—”Heuuung”—and covered her bright red face. Though it was merely a formal gesture.

I rolled her sweater up. I didn’t intend to take it off completely. Even though there was no one else, this was still a movie theater, and if something unfortunate happened, I’d have to unnecessarily mess with someone’s head.

I spread detection magic around us and set up a sound barrier and perception distortion magic just in case. With this, even if that woman passed by on her way to the bathroom, she wouldn’t be able to see us.

As I was about to continue, reassured, Priscilla whispered softly, “…Can we do it without them?”

“Without what?”

I almost asked if she meant without a condom but caught myself. That would have ruined everything.

“The detection magic… the sound barrier… the perception distortion magic…”

“…Are you serious?”

“Yes. It’s more thrilling that way… Is that okay?”

I inwardly marveled at Priscilla’s beaming smile, wondering if a switch had been flipped.

Aihenhart had mentioned something like this. He said Priscilla had a personality that made her want to show off what she liked to others, so planning date activities where I could shine would be advantageous.

He gave examples too. In modern South Korea, it would be like claw machines or shooting games—activities where Priscilla could cheer from the sidelines while I won lots of prizes.

This was probably a similar psychology. She absolutely wouldn’t want to be completely exposed, but she did want to show off a little. And conveniently, there was one person in the theater, just enough to not get caught.

“Alright.”

I removed the magic I had spread around us, intending to accommodate her wishes as much as possible.

“Thank you, Mira.”

Priscilla smiled and whispered softly before pressing her lips against mine again. I continued to caress her body and remove her clothes.

I lifted her sweater up to above her chest, exposing her upper body, and spent a long time kneading both breasts while our tongues intertwined. Meanwhile, on the screen, the male and female actors were also kissing.

“Haaah…”

After some time, our lips parted. Priscilla, with an ecstatic expression, licked my saliva from her lips. She brought the hem of her lifted sweater to her mouth.

“Bite down on it.”

“Mmm…”

Priscilla obediently did as I instructed, biting down on the hem of her sweater. After briefly admiring the sight of her exposed bare breasts, I guided her hand to my pants zipper.

Understanding my intention, Priscilla pulled down the zipper. My underwear became visible, and her warm hand touched my cock, which had been uncomfortably pressed to the side. Priscilla carefully pulled it out.

Pop! My half-extracted cock sprang out.

“…”

Her brown eyes widened at the sight.

Due to our position, my cock stood straight up right in front of Priscilla’s lower abdomen, creating an unintended impression of showing how deep it could go inside her.

The tip reached near her navel. The urethra, which was beginning to bead with pre-cum, briefly touched her belly button. Gulp—Priscilla swallowed once and asked,

“W-will this really all fit…?”

“…Don’t ask me.”

I couldn’t exactly answer that dildos the size of horse cocks fit in porn, so I deflected the question. Priscilla caressed my cock with a face mixed with tension and excitement.

My already swollen cock twitched and swayed back and forth at the tingling sensation and warmth of her fingers. Each time, Priscilla would startle and pull her hand away, only to caress it again.

“…Let’s do it, Mira.”

Her hips lifted. Priscilla’s face looked down at my cock with intense arousal.

‘Foreplay… won’t be necessary, I guess.’

Priscilla’s underwear was already soaked with sticky fluid. I pushed her panties to the side. The liquid trapped inside dripped onto my pants.

I aligned the tip of my cock with her entrance and rubbed it briefly. A faint moan—”Heuuung”—escaped her.

“Stop teasing… hurry…”

“Okay. But I’ll lower you slowly. It might hurt if I put it in all at once.”

To prevent any accidents like slipping and thrusting all the way in at once, I gripped her hip bones and slowly lowered her. My cock began to penetrate her.

Fortunately, there was no fumbling to find the entrance. I could see Priscilla’s thighs gradually descending as she took in my cock.

“Mmph, ngh… mph…”

Priscilla, still biting the hem of her sweater, had her eyes tightly shut and was letting out muffled moans. I paused for a moment.

“About half is in. How does it feel?”

At my question, her closed eyes opened. A smile appeared on her face. The sweater hem, wet with saliva, had fallen to the middle of her chest, and Priscilla seductively whispered,

“…Go deeper.”

I applied force to my arms. Squelch—the head of my cock scraped against her walls as it pushed deeper inside. The space that had never been stretched before forcibly expanded to accommodate the intruder.

As my cock rubbed against her walls, I felt a tingling pleasure. Priscilla must have felt the same electric sensation, as she momentarily staggered and her waist began to arch backward. I quickly supported her waist.

“Heh, euk?!”

Due to the loss of balance, my cock thrust all the way in. The tip poked at her cervix, and our groins pressed together. My cock, completely buried inside her, was no longer visible.

Priscilla moaned with her tongue sticking out. Clear drops of saliva fell from the tip.

“J-just a moment… inside, it’s so full… it feels good… but I can’t breathe…”

The arms wrapped around my neck were trembling. I might never understand that feeling, but I could wait as long as needed. I lifted her sweater and kissed her collarbone.

“Hee, heek?!”

Startled, Priscilla tried to push me away. Not a chance. I continued kissing her collarbone and then licked the hollow spot.

“Kyaaah?!”

A shrill scream erupted as my tongue moved toward her armpit. If the bed scene hadn’t started on screen at that exact moment, with the actress’s moans drowning it out, it would have definitely reached the front row.

I grabbed her arms as they tried to close and bent them backward. Priscilla, with her armpits fully exposed, struggled and whined.

“Not the armpits… it’s weird—euk?!”

Her struggles made her twitch repeatedly around the cock impaling her. Ignoring her protests, I continued licking. It wasn’t dirty at all, and it actually smelled really good.

Priscilla couldn’t hold out for long and pleaded,

“M-move now… please… I’m all relaxed and it feels good… so you can move as much as you want…”

“Okay.”

Judging by how her previously tight walls had become quite flexible despite the flowing juices, she wasn’t lying about being relaxed. I released her wrists. Priscilla quickly closed her armpits and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I placed my hands on her hip bones, lifted her slightly, and then pushed her down.

“Keu, eut?!”

With a thud, the tip of my cock met her cervix, and the shaft that had briefly appeared disappeared again between her legs. A muffled moan echoed.

I lifted her slightly again and pushed her down. Squelch squelch—the sticky fluid stretched like threads, and Priscilla’s waist twisted greatly. It seemed okay to keep moving. I began a back-and-forth motion.

“Ah, yes. Keuut, this, kind of thing. I didn’t, know?!”

The arms around my neck tightened. Her body trembled continuously. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, her nipples brushing against me as our bodies pressed completely together. Soon, Priscilla also began moving her hips slightly.

“Aahn! Ah— hup.”

She hastily covered her mouth as her moans grew louder. Priscilla obediently kissed me and entwined her tongue with mine, but in return, her lower body became increasingly wet. The force of her hip thrusts also intensified.

“—!!!!!!”

When the head of my cock poked her cervix and withdrew, Priscilla reacted as if electrocuted. Her orange hair flew in all directions, and the waist I was holding began to get slick with sweat.

Judging by the increasingly loud squelching sounds of sticky fluids rubbing together, she was definitely feeling it.

I too gritted my teeth at the pleasure shooting up my spine. It was much more incredible than I had expected. Both the squirming walls stimulating my entire cock and the panting moans right in front of me.

Due to our pressed lips, I couldn’t see her expression clearly, but it must have been incredibly erotic.

“Amazing, ah…! This is, strange… this feeling! Ah, yes. It feels so good… inside…!”

—Aaaahn! Ah! More! Harder!

Priscilla’s shy, embarrassed moans mixed with the actress’s deliberately rough, loud ones. I thrust my hips forcefully to the rhythm of the quieter one.

The pressing lips and eagerly entwining tongue became more intense, as did the tightness below. Rip—somewhere, fabric tore, but there was no time to worry about that.

The movement added to our pleasure. By now, I had completely forgotten about the woman in the front row. If she wanted to look, let her look—that was all I could think.

“Priscilla, I’m about to…”

I muttered during a brief moment when our lips parted for breath. The distinctly male sensation of approaching climax was the reason. I tried to pull Priscilla off as the feeling of imminent ejaculation built up in my urethra.

“No!”

But Priscilla shook her head and pushed her hips down. Her walls stroked my shaft as they contracted perfectly around it, stimulating the entire length.

That was the final straw. I tried to lift her body before ejaculating inside her, but it was already too late. As Priscilla’s hips moved in a circular motion, my cock twitched and released its seed.

With a sensation of my mind going blank, strength left my arms. Priscilla, whom I had lifted with one hand at the beginning, now felt incredibly heavy. All I could feel was the semen flowing inside her.

“…!!!!!!”

Priscilla let out a muffled moan that would have echoed throughout theater 12 if our tongues hadn’t been entwined, and trembled violently.

The afterglow continued long after the ejaculation ended. How long had we been embracing, sharing saliva with our lips pressed together? Priscilla was the first to lift her body. The taste of each other’s colorless, odorless saliva lingered in our mouths.

“There’s still a lot of time before the movie ends…”

Eyes full of pleasure looked down at me. Squeeze—her hand pressed against her lower abdomen.

“Won’t you fill me up more until then…?”

At those words, I once again wrapped my hands around Priscilla’s buttocks.

In the end, I didn’t use any of the date plans I had spent all night meticulously preparing.

One destination was more than enough.