Ch.54Chapter 54. Intense Because It’s Awkward….

After first losing consciousness from the vampire’s enchantment, it was only temporary.

Even before entering the hotel, I could have resisted if I wanted to, but I chose not to and decided to observe the situation instead.

If, just if, she were to accept my proposal.

Even if it was something done under pressure, I couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope.

“Irie, really…”

“Nothing.”

As I was about to ask if I could truly accept this moment that had suddenly arrived, she placed her hand over my mouth and whispered softly.

“Please don’t let me say anything.”

“…Irie?”

“If I speak, I’ll be too embarrassed…”

Irie avoided my gaze in silence.

While I was contemplating how to interpret this, my hand was already touching her breast.

Through her thin clothing, I could feel the fullness that hadn’t been apparent when I was holding her.

“Ah, ahh…”

My fingers pressed deeper with each movement.

As I explored the sensation, intoxicated by the ecstasy, I felt the hardened nub at the center caught between my fingers.

“Uh, ungh.”

Was it okay to touch her like this?

What if I applied a little more pressure?

“Ah-uh, ungh…”

Her body trembled at my careful touch.

As it gradually hardened, revealing its presence even through her clothes, her moans became rougher and her skin began to glisten.

Was it the heat building in her body causing her to sweat so much?

As her clothes became damp, revealing the color of her skin underneath, my hand began to move naturally in response to the sensation.

I slipped the precarious strap down her shoulder, and the fabric followed, gradually lowering.

“…Ungh.”

When her bare breasts were finally exposed, a gasp escaped her lips, but my gaze remained fixed on her chest.

I wanted to memorize how the valley between the two swollen mounds opened as her body tilted, and how they bounced with resilient elasticity when she straightened.

Would it be rude to tell her how beautiful they were?

“Haa, haa…”

Precarious breaths escaped her lips as I cupped her breast in my hand, but she made no move to stop me.

Not until the vulnerable moans escaping her lips gradually transformed into cries of pleasure.

“Aah, ah~♥”

Drawn to her defenseless response to my touch, my lips prepared to move toward her neck as they traced over her body.

“Irie.”

As our eyes met, my reason gradually returned.

In this state, I carefully asked her:

“May I kiss you?”

“…”

Perhaps the most necessary moment in this act.

At my request, she shyly closed her eyes and quietly relaxed her body.

Yes, she was giving permission.

From the moment she let a man into her bed, she was simply letting things flow naturally.

“…Mmph, mmph.”

As I gently pressed my lips against hers, I felt the sensation of her thin lips’ membrane gradually imprinting itself in my mind.

Softer than the flesh I had caressed with my hands, and more moist than the beads of sweat I had tasted on her body.

As the scent of the juice she had drunk earlier mingled with the alcohol on my breath, I felt my alcohol-soaked mind becoming intoxicated with something more.

“Haa, ah…”

When our lips parted and a moan escaped, I found myself confronting the inner feelings I had been avoiding.

Because I knew she was feeling me just as I was feeling her.

Before this first moment arrived, I worried that the alcohol I had drunk to calm myself might ruin this moment.

“How was the kiss…? Mmph!”

My cautious question was cut off by the sensation of lips sealing mine.

But she didn’t stop there; she pushed her tongue between my lips and began exploring inside.

A French kiss, tongues intertwined.

An act I had only seen in mature films was now happening at her initiative.

“Hmph, mmph.”

Though she wasn’t particularly skilled, she was still overwhelming me.

It was quite bewildering.

I had heard it was her first time, yet where did she learn this? Or was I acting unconsciously, intoxicated by the alcohol?

“Haa, haa…♡”

But as if thinking it wasn’t a big deal, as soon as she pulled her lips away, she began nestling against my body.

Warm kisses trailing from my lips down my cheek, eventually reaching my neck.

Amidst her passionate actions, her full breasts pressed against my chest, and my hands naturally wrapped around her back in response.

“Haa, uh, haa…”

Gentle caresses continued as rough moans circled my ears.

My hands, which had been stroking her back, soon moved lower, gripping her buttocks before beginning to explore the crevice between them.

Beyond the moistness of her sweat-dampened skin, a sticky fluid began to make its presence known.

“You’re wet…”

“Ah, no…!”

Irie finally spoke up.

She embraced me tightly, showing her embarrassment openly for the first time since we began.

“No, it’s not, th-this is just a physiological response, n-not that I’m particularly excited…”

“What? Excited?”

“N-nothing at all… Ah, ahh!”

Whatever the case, it was too late to stop now.

As I inserted my fingers into her crevice and stirred, even her embarrassment dissolved into cries of pleasure as her waist began to arch.

“Ah, ahh. Ah, s-stop, if you m-move…!”

-Squelch, squelch.

“Ahh, ah…♥”

Two fingers exploring her interior stroked the wrinkled walls of her passage, gradually advancing deeper.

The blocked sensation I eventually reached was probably due to the flesh connecting the wrinkled walls.

It didn’t take long to realize what that meant.

“…Irie.”

Yes, this was the limit now.

Finally sitting up and removing my lower garments, her tired eyes gradually turned toward the empty space.

Her mouth naturally opened at the sight of the erect pillar.

Covering it with her hands, she was soon drawn by instinct to reach out toward it.

“Is this… because of me?”

“Yes. Because you’re so… erotic…”

“E-erotic…!”

Irie swallowed nervously.

Nevertheless, her eyes followed the twitching object, and she looked up at me after gulping.

“Really, this is because of me…”

An innocent reaction from someone who knew nothing.

Though she might have theoretical knowledge, it was merely book learning, so the admiration in her voice came from genuine feeling.

And what followed:

“This… is going to enter me now?”

-Gulp.

As I unconsciously tightened my throat and forcibly swallowed, I found myself unable to respond properly.

Instead, I continued with what I had planned, gently embracing her and carefully laying her down on the bed.

“Ah… um, wait…!”

“I’m going to put it in.”

This was my limit.

No man could resist someone so beautiful.

As I brought my member to her crevice to release that desire, her eyes widened.

The mound gradually parting, becoming a hole preparing to receive me.

“W-wait, p-please just a little more…!”

In the final moment, a reflexive resistance born from anxiety about crossing the line.

-Squelch.

But it was already too late to hold back.

The head of my member was already parting her folds, preparing to delve inside.

“Ah, ugh!”

Her mouth closed as the head entered.

Soon it opened slightly again, and her eyes widened to twice their size.

The emotion in her trembling eyes was clearly fear. Yes, she too must have realized it was too late at this point.

-Squelch.

But I didn’t rush.

Certain but slow.

Not piercing through but burrowing in, so we could both savor this first moment.

-Squelch, squelch.

After resisting the urge to thrust my hips forcefully, I gradually tore through the flesh blocking my way until I reached the other side.

It felt as if I had inserted myself into meat still filled with blood, the heat rising from below spreading throughout my body.

“Ah, aah…”

But unlike me, who felt pleasure from this, her face showed emotions contrary to pleasure as she experienced her first time.

The emptiness of having lost something important, enough to make her forget the pain of torn flesh.

And then the fear of having finally done it.

“I… really…”

The moan that escaped with those words seemed like it might turn into crying at any moment.

Unlike the haughtiness she showed when we first met, now she was just a weak and pitiful woman.

“It’s okay.”

With my member still inside her, I embraced her and stroked the back of her head.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid.”

“B-but, I really… mmph!”

I kissed her again and stroked her back.

Thinking that this action, which she had initiated earlier, might calm the confusion she was feeling now.

-Squelch, squelch.

But despite such rational judgment, instinct was stirring, and my hips were already thrusting while our lips remained locked.

“Mmph, mmph.”

The act continued with our lips pressed together.

What had been inserted was withdrawn, then pushed back in as if burrowing deeper, and the tightening around me seemed to be trying to restrain my actions.

-Squelch, squelch!

But such resistance only added to the stimulation, accelerating the act.

Finally, my body gained momentum, making the bed creak as it rocked.

“Hyoseong… mmph~♥”

As her modest resistance was once again silenced by our kissing lips.

Not knowing what to do, she rolled her eyes before squeezing them shut, causing the tears that had pooled beneath to flow down.

Were those tears from pain, or fear?

Perhaps she felt guilty for going against what she had called her mission, or maybe it was a mixture of everything.

“Haa, haa.”

So I was afraid.

Whether what I was doing was truly right, or if I should stop even now.

“I, I…”

As I was about to turn away from reality with such extreme thoughts, she pulled her lips away from mine and buried her head against my chest.

As if afraid her words might be cut off again, wanting to avoid that at all costs.

“…Am I doing well?”

At that simple whisper, spoken through a barely grasped opportunity.

The movement of my hips, which had seemed unstoppable until then, suddenly ceased.

“Irie…?”

“I’m scared.”

Rustle.

Her hands gradually tightened on my back.

Though not very strong, as she wasn’t accustomed to physical labor, I could clearly feel the pain of her nails digging into my skin.

That’s how much she feared and worried about this moment.

“I wonder if I’m strange. If this is the right thing to do…”

But it wasn’t directed at me.

Having doubted myself at this moment as well, I understood how she felt.

That’s what I thought at first.

“From the moment we met, I saw a future where we were connected.”

Until I felt her emotional capacity gradually growing.

“It was in a different form than now, but still… at first, I thought it was nonsense, but…”

Yes, for me now, this is just the beginning.

But she might have lost a lot by taking this first step.

Having the power to see the future, the anxiety of moving in a direction that contradicts that future is something I couldn’t possibly understand.

But…

“If I say that, deep in my heart, I was hoping to be like this with you… would that be strange?”

Amidst that whirlpool of emotions, a faint feeling that could be called joy was emerging.

No matter how differently we see things, no matter what burdens we carry.

As humans, there are emotions we can definitely understand.

“…Yes.”

I realized it.

What I’m feeling now is natural.

I learned that both men and women feel the same thing in their first moment.

“It’s strange. Really.”

“Strange? So after all… Ah!”

-Squelch!

Even such thoughts seemed like a luxury as I focused solely on the act.

Forgetting everything that came from reason, I moved my body, faithful only to instinct.

“Ahh, ah! Hyoseong. W-wait… Ah, ahh!”

“Even so, it’s okay to be strange. Just for now.”

I found something I wanted, and it was right in front of me.

Even if it might leave someday, I could grasp it in my hands right now.

What does it matter if such a relationship feels awkward? What does any mission have to do with this situation?

We were already connected, holding each other.

At this moment, when we feel our hearts are in sync, what is there to hesitate about in this act of craving each other, being true to our instincts?

-Squelch, squelch!

“Ahh, ah… Ah, ahng!”

The act continued, thrusting from behind.

As I cupped her breasts with both hands, her moans became rougher, seemingly sensitive to the stimulation.

Even as I continued after realizing this, my mouth began to move as if drawn to suckle her breast.

“Ahng~♥”

The moan that burst forth as I gently bit with my teeth amplified the sensation rising from within.

I wanted to hold her.

More passionately.

“Ah, ahh~ Hyo-Hyoseong~♡”

So that even when we drift apart after this moment, we could be drawn back together by remembering it.

“Ugh, ungh!”

The feeling of release finally surged up in response to such passion.

As I put all my strength into the final thrust, her body arched backward greatly from the force.

“Ahh, oh, ohh…♥”

Irie bit her lips tightly as her hips bucked. With the increased tightening, my ejaculating member was squeezed, continuously spurting white fluid without pause.

It was probably the most seed I had ever released in my life.

-Squelch.

When I pulled out from her parted folds, I saw white, sticky fluid pouring out like a waterfall.

With her legs spread wide enough to reveal such an explicit scene, she was just breathing heavily, intoxicated by the afterglow of climax.

“Haa, haa…♥”

Just listening to her heated moans made me feel my member rising again when it should have been subsiding.

Isn’t it strange? If it was just about sexual desire, it should have ended there, but at this moment, my reason wanted to hold her again.

“I’m sorry, I came inside without thinking… Mmph!”

Yet as I tried to apologize for what I had done.

She stopped me by placing her hand on my mouth and turned her sweat-soaked face toward me, placing her hand between her legs.

“Don’t worry about that now.”

White fluid leaked out as her trembling fingers parted her folds.

And through the gap, the faint evidence of her virginity was visible.

“Just focus on feeling each other. Like you said earlier…”

As if dismissing all of that, she prepared to kiss me again.

With breath escaping from her plump lips, brushing against my skin.

“…Yes, then.”

What followed after our lips met was simply a repetition of what had happened before.

The process wasn’t as romantic as expected and was full of awkward inexperience.

Nevertheless, both of us became increasingly passionate in our actions.

As if enduring and overcoming everything that interfered with our relationship at this moment, our sexual desire, which should have been extinguished, burned even more fiercely, leading to courtship toward each other.

“Haa, haa. Are you… okay…?”

“Yes, just… a little more…♡”

In the midst of continuing these actions, I vaguely thought:

If this current longing, though merely momentary lust, continues unbroken…

How would it differ from what we call love?

“Aah, ungh… haa…..♡”

Yes, at this moment, we were making love.

To deeply engrave our trust in each other through the connection we found in this harsh world.