Ch.219Side Story: Priscilla – All Ages Version

This chapter is an all-ages version of the adult chapter “Side Story: Priscilla – 3.”

Adult readers who can view the adult chapter may skip this version.

I didn’t even think about canceling my reserved tickets and ended up booking a melodrama movie with Priscilla.

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

If I had revealed Priscilla’s true identity, we could have easily rented the entire 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 an unwilling girlfriend. At least he didn’t look at us 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 suggested the movie before I stopped her.

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

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

We entered theater number 12. Despite being just one minute before showtime, every seat was empty except for one in the front row. The woman sitting in the front row 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 that woman, we’re perverts coming as a couple to watch a movie that’s practically porn, and to us, she’s a pervert watching this movie alone. We’re no different from each other.

I sat down in the very back row and deactivated my celestial necklace. The only other customer 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 the scheduled time.

“Ahh! Ah! Harder!”

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

Instead of the restrained, quiet moans typical of R-rated films, the actress’s exaggerated moans echoed explicitly throughout the theater, as if deliberately meant to be heard.

“……”

Why did she want to watch this? Could she possibly have this kind of taste? With such thoughts, I turned to look at her.

“…Eep!”

My eyes met Priscilla’s, who had been staring at me rather than the movie. When our eyes met, she flustered and turned 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 as well. But regardless of my surprise, her fingers didn’t stop. They gradually massaged inward until they reached my groin.

“—!!!!!!”

Reaching that far seemed beyond her expectations, as Priscilla silently screamed and withdrew her hand. She pulled away as quickly as if she’d touched fire.

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. A soft, squishy sensation enveloped my entire palm.

‘…Soft?’

Even though I was inexperienced with real women, I knew that such a sensation shouldn’t be felt through clothes. I slowly moved my hand, kneading her chest from top to bottom.

Through 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…?”

No wonder I couldn’t see any bra straps on her shoulders despite the off-shoulder sweater. It wasn’t because she was wearing a strapless type, but because she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

While I froze in this unexpected situation, Priscilla reached out her other hand and caressed my thigh again. No, not my thigh—she was openly caressing somewhere else.

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 something like this for the first time. But having come this far, backing out wouldn’t be manly either.

I checked the woman in the front row. Fortunately, she was focusing intently on the movie. After confirming this, I used the hand that had been kneading Priscilla’s chest to lift her by her bottom.

“Eek…!”

Lifting a woman with just one arm while sitting would be impossible with ordinary strength, but my current physical abilities were far from ordinary, so it didn’t matter.

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

Thankfully, she wasn’t going without underwear too. However, judging by how it was semi-transparent and as minimal in coverage as Elysiere’s “that underwear,” it was clear she had worn it with definite intentions.

Pulling her closer by the waist, I asked:

“Hayun.”

“…Yes.”

“Did you plan this from the beginning?”

Nod. Priscilla answered by shyly nodding her head.

‘So she really had this purpose from the start.’

I wondered why she was suddenly so enthusiastic, but there had been a different reason all along. Not just a simple date, but something more.

“Did you… not like it?”

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

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

While surprised at her aggressive tongue movements, I matched her pace. With one hand, I kneaded her bottom, and with the other, I firmly grasped her breast. The soft, squishy sensation filled my palm.

The breaths exchanged between our lips gradually became rougher.

“Good, so good… th-this…”

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

It wasn’t the first time she had made such sounds. During the endlessly repeating regressions, as she gradually broke down and became obsessed with me after feeling “warmth” for the first time thanks to me, she had sounded like this.

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

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

I grabbed the hem of her sweater and lifted it up. As the waistline rolled upward, it revealed her soft, supple abdomen.

“W-wait, Mira… it’s embarrassing…”

Priscilla whined and pressed down on my hand. There was hardly any strength in it.

“We’re going to do much more than this soon, aren’t we?”

At my words, Priscilla removed her hand from pressing on my arm. Instead, she made an embarrassed sound, “Heuuung,” and covered her bright red face. Though she covered it, it was merely a formal gesture.

I rolled the sweater upward. I didn’t intend to take it all off. No matter how empty the theater was, this was still a movie theater, and if some unlucky situation arose, 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 to prepare for the worst-case scenario. 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 with confidence, Priscilla whispered softly:

“…Can we do it without them?”

“Without what?”

I almost asked if she meant without a condom but swallowed my words calmly. I nearly ruined everything.

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

“…Are you serious?”

“Yes. It’s more thrilling that way… is that not okay?”

Has a switch been flipped? I looked at Priscilla’s smiling face with inner bewilderment.

Aihenhart had said something like this. Priscilla has a personality that wants to show off the object of her affection to others, so planning date courses where I could shine would be advantageous.

He also gave examples. In modern South Korea, it would be like claw machines or shooting games. Priscilla would cheer from the side while I won lots of prizes.

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

“Alright.”

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

“Thank you, Mira.”

Priscilla, smiling and whispering softly, pressed her lips against mine again.

How much time had passed? Our lips parted. Priscilla, with an ecstatic expression, licked my saliva remaining on her lips. She brought the lifted hem of her sweater to her mouth.

“Bite this.”

“Mmm…”

Priscilla obediently did as I told her and bit the sweater hem. After briefly admiring her completely exposed bare chest as I lifted her clothes, I guided her hand to my pants zipper.

Understanding my intention, Priscilla pulled down the zipper.

“……”

Her brown eyes widened at the sight. Gulp. After swallowing once, Priscilla asked:

“W-will this really all fit…?”

“…Don’t ask me.”

I couldn’t exactly answer that dildos the size of horse members fit in porn, so I just evaded the question.

Priscilla moaned with her tongue sticking out. A clear drop of saliva fell from the tip.

“J-just a moment… it’s so tight… 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 for her 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, then licked the hollow spot with my tongue.

“Kyaaah?!”

As my tongue moved toward her armpit, a shrill scream burst out. If a bed scene hadn’t conveniently started at the same time with the actress’s moans, it would have definitely been heard all the way to the front row.

I grabbed her arm as it tried to close and bent it backward. Priscilla, with her armpit fully exposed, struggled and whined.

“Not the armpit… it’s weird—eek?!”

She kept twitching involuntarily. I ignored her protests and continued licking. It wasn’t dirty to begin with, and it actually smelled really good.

Priscilla couldn’t hold out for long and pleaded:

“M-move now… please… I feel all loose and good… you can move as much as you want…”

“Alright.”

I released her wrist. Priscilla quickly closed her armpit and wrapped her arms around my neck.

Priscilla was trembling, letting out a muffled moan that would have echoed throughout theater 12 if our tongues hadn’t been intertwined.

The afterglow continued for a long time. How much time had passed as we embraced each other, kissing and sharing saliva? Priscilla was the first to lift her body. The tasteless, odorless saliva of each other lingered in our mouths.

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

Eyes full of ecstasy looked down at me. Squeeze. Her hand pressed on her lower abdomen.

“Won’t you fill me up more here in the meantime…?”

The date course I had painstakingly planned all night went completely unused.

One destination was enough.