Chapter 141: The Situation of a Certain City’s Virginity Loss (3)

Chapter 141: The Situation
of a Certain City’s Virginity Loss (3)

-Pounding,
pounding.

My
heart was beating wildly in a state of extreme excitement. It seemed
to have no intention of calming down.

Of
course not. Who could remain calm in this situation?

I
lifted my head and saw our reflection in the steamy glass.

Normally,
Diana would not have been visible due to my large body, but the angle
at which the mirror was installed was exquisite.

She
was clad in nothing more than a flimsy cloth towel that barely
covered her violent body.

Her
eyes, usually closed, were gently open, and she was breathing softly
behind me.

I
wonder if it’s her mood.

For
a moment, I thought I saw her eyes.

The
corner of her mouth twitched into a smile as she stared at my back,
and then she whispered quietly in my ear.

“I’m
going to spray you with water. Close your eyes.”

“⋯Yes.”

I
did as she said and quietly closed my eyes.

Diana
splashed warm water on my head from the shower.

My
hair, caked with oil and all sorts of dirt from rolling around in the
Labyrinth, was gently loosened by the warm water.

-Kwak.
Dab.

Diana
squeezed the shampoo into her hands and lathered it up.

Immediately,
the fragrant scent of lavender wafted up.

The
same scent I smelled when she hugged me.

“Let
me wash your hair.”

“⋯Yes.”

I
barely responded before Diana’s fingers slipped through my hair.

Her
delicate fingers gently rubbed through my thick scalp, leaving no
empty space.

It
was an ecstatic touch I’d never felt in any salon before, and then
the water splashed again.

“I
was going to wipe your back, too⋯”

-Tsk.
Bam!

A
sound like ice breaking came from somewhere.

“⋯Unfortunately,
I don’t have a towel.”

I
thought I saw a towel when I came into the shower earlier, but I was
wrong.

I
let it go since I didn’t want to think about it.

The
female pheromones in the shower made my head fuzzy.

It’s
a shame that she washed my hair, not my body.

After
a moment of deliberation, I asked Diana for a favor.

“Ms.
Diana.”

“Yes.”

“Could
you please wipe me with your body?”

For
a moment, Diana gasped as if she hadn’t expected me to ask her that.

Oh,
right. The old me would have just said, “I’ll clean it myself.”

-You’re
currently in a state of [very severe sexual frustration].

But
now, I’ve piled up a bit too much.

“⋯You
want me to wipe it with my body, everywhere⋯?”

“Yes.”

“⋯⋯”

For
a moment, a stunned silence descended on the shower.

As
I calmed my trembling body, I glanced in the mirror and saw Diana
pulling off the towel covering her body with a smile on her face.

-Wham!

The
sound of water broke the silence.

-Kwak.
Kwak.

She
splashed herself with hot water, squeezed out the body wash, and
lathered it up in her hands, just as she had done with my hair.

Then
she began to apply the lather to her own body.

Her
large breasts, areolas, nipples, between her breastbones, stomach,
and forearms.

Her
body, flushed red from the heat and excitement of the water, was
gradually coated in white foam.

Drrrr-

After
removing the bath chair, Diana knelt down on the bathroom floor.

The
distance between her and me, still sitting in the bath chair,
gradually narrowed.

-Koooooooowwww!

Immediately,
I felt a tremendous warmth on my back.

Diana’s
toned and shapely arms wrapped around my chest.

“If
I do it like this, hmph, will it work⋯?”

-Sigh.
Mmmm, mmmm.

Diana’s
breathing was synchronized with mine, her soft, curvy,
mating-optimized body pressed hard against my back.

Her
soft breasts crushed without mercy, brushing against my lower back
from the top of her broad belly, and her flat stomach clung to my
back, providing a steady stream of warmth.

The
forearms that hugged me very carefully stroked my pectoralis major
muscle, and my tightly glued hipbones rubbed against my hipbones.

“Hmph.”

As
Diana moved up and down my back, I felt something thick and hard
scraping my shoulder blades and tummy in an 11 shape.

Diana’s
obscenely erect nipple.

Her
erect nipples, which had grown hard from the mere act of wiping a
man’s body with hers, made her hips twitch and quiver with every
movement of her body.

“Heh,
heh, heh, heh.”

At
first, Diana moved slowly, gauging my reaction, but as time passed,
her movements became slower and slower.

“It’s
okay now.”

“⋯Whew,
huh⋯”

Diana’s
body stopped at the word that it was okay to stop.

Taking
a deep breath to calm her shaking body, Diana muttered, her voice
filled with regret.

“⋯Shouldn’t
I wipe you in front too⋯?”

“⋯⋯”

Tsk.

I
felt something snap in my head.

It
was probably the last string holding me to sanity.

I
splashed hot water over my body, rinsed the foam off, and carefully
pushed myself up.

I
spun around and looked down at Diana on the floor.

“⋯⋯a⋯♡”

Diana’s
eyes were now completely open.

Her
beautiful amber eyes were swollen with blood, grotesquely veined, and
her large, hard, painfully erect penis was in them.

A
thick, massive shadow fell over Diana’s face as she stared at the
cock, her nipples hard and erect, in pure admiration.

The
tip of my glans dangled in a large pool of pre-cum, which had leaked
unusually abundantly since I’d gotten the Nightmare Curse.

Diana,
who had stiffened as if her breath had been taken away by the sight
of my cock, carefully placed her lips on the glans.

-Tsk,
tsk, tsk, tsk.

The
most intuitive expression of submission a female can give to a male.

An
affectionate glans kiss, full of care, love, and joy.

It
was a different kind of pleasure than the one I received from the
Lieutenant Succubus.

“Balkaan♡⋯”

After
affectionately sucking all the sperm that had pooled between the
glans, Diana looked up at me with a smile as she held the thick cock
against her cheek.

“Huh,
huh, huh.”

Was
that a moan?

Diana’s
mouth is tightly closed, but I can hear a ragged gasp coming from
somewhere.

But
no matter how hard I tried to think about it, it wasn’t my voice.

Diana
and I both stopped breathing and turned toward the source of the
sound.

“Heh.”

Her
silhouette was reflected against the glass blinds, panting for
breath.

Her
long elfin ears pricked up impatiently, and she crouched on the
floor, naked and drenched in water, gingerly rubbing her lower half
with her hands.

Red
eyes peered through the crack in the tiny shower door.

It
was an unscrupulous daughter, secretly masturbating while watching
her adoptive mother’s affectionate behavior.

“⋯Hoohoo.”

Diana,
seeing Ellie’s masturbation, kissed the glans even more steamingly
and opened her mouth.

“Balkan.”

“⋯Yes.”

“Ellie,
she’s the same as me.”

“⋯⋯”

“I
don’t think anyone wants to see you here, right now, tormented by the
curse.”

“⋯⋯”

“Neither
me, nor Ellie, because I care about you so much.”

“⋯⋯”

“Like⋯
family.”

Family.

A
word that always meant something different to me.

A
man who was abandoned by faceless parents and raised his younger
sister as his responsibility.

A
girl whose parents died in one fell swoop and was taken in as a
foster daughter by a coworker of her parents.

And
the woman who raised the girl with a warm heart and even took care of
the man who was lost in an unfamiliar world under one roof with
kindness and warmth.

Can
these people, who have not a drop of blood or even a single
resemblance to each other, be united by the word family?

‘Not
really, I guess.’

Ellie
said.

‘It’s
the heart that counts.’

The
fact that we are bound together like this is more important than the
trivial matter of blood.

Gingerly,
Diana pushed herself to her feet and headed for the shower door.

She
opens it wide.

Ellie’s
blushing face was clearly visible as she gently pressed her clitoris
with her index finger while watching her adoptive mother passionately
kissing my glans.

“Huh,
uh, huh⋯?!”

Ellie,
who had been feeling safe thanks to the glass blinds, hurriedly
covered her body with a groan of embarrassment.

She
glared at me and Diana.

“Ah,
him. Oh, oppa. Foster mom ⋯
this ⋯
this ⋯
this ⋯
this ⋯
this ⋯
explain ⋯”

“Shhh.”

Diana
gently put a hand on Ellie’s flustered shoulder and smiled brightly
at me.

The
mother-daughter, naked and clinging to each other, looked at me and
asked.

“So,
will you stay with us⋯forever?”

Forever.
Forever, together.

Even
if we have nothing in common.

Even
if we don’t share a drop of blood.

Even
if the adoptive mother and father have sex, or the adoptive mother
and the daughter’s lover, or the father and the daughter, or the
daughter and the daughter’s lover have sex.

We
could be one family.

I
closed my eyes for a moment.

If
I told So-eun, my one and only sister, that her brother had started a
family in another world, she would be very surprised.

I
shook my head, shook off the delusion, and faced reality.

I
walked over to the mother and daughter, who were looking at me with
fiery faces.

No
more, I couldn’t stand it.