Chapter 32 : Relax a bit. It looks like your fingers are about to break

“This should be enough.”

She turned her head and spat on her finger.

Yena was looking at me with a perfectly innocent smile.

“Maybe I’m crazy…”

If she looks cute, it’s over, they say.

Yena was unusually quiet today.

I thought she’d press her lips together and poke her finger again, or suddenly pull out a needle, saying she never promised anything.

“Then I’ll have no choice but to use hypnosis too…”

“Sigh… No piercing. Hmph…”

“Hmm. Fine, let’s not do it for now.”

“Not just for now—forever, hng!”

Her hand disappeared for a moment before reaching lower.

This time, two fingers.

Water trickled out as they rubbed against the slightly parted slit, slipping inside.

Every time her clit touched her palm, her hips jerked.

“Shhh… It’s okay.”

“N-No, it’s n-not…”

As if annoyed by her squirming hips, she pulled her hand away and shifted.

I missed the sudden emptiness between my legs.

Instinctively, I rubbed my thighs together before snapping out of it and relaxing again.

“Hup…”

For a moment, Yena’s secret place flashed before my eyes.

Her snow-white legs spread wide, the gray dolphin-print panties pushed aside, revealing soft skin.

‘No panties?!’

It passed too quickly to see clearly.

I resented my tear-blurred vision.

I raised a hand and roughly rubbed my eyes.

When I opened them, Yena was already straddling my stomach.

Her fingers, slick with sticky arousal, poked at the area below my chest.

Feeling uneasy, I grabbed her wrist, but the strength difference made her break free easily.

And she…

Had known exactly where my gaze had landed earlier.

“What? Turned on?”

“N-No?!”

Those were my own words from just minutes ago.

So she really was mad back then…

The sensation of her fingers prodding my chest faded.

As if demanding my attention, they hovered before my eyes before retreating—

A flesh-colored stick drifting away.

Then, she pressed her two fingers, soaked in my wetness, firmly against the spot beneath her dolphin panties where her pussy would be.

“Not… even… a little…”

From the crease of her thigh to the top of her pants.

The gray fabric absorbed my fluids greedily as her fingers pressed in.

The cloth darkened in the shape of her fingers.

The liquid from me left a mark on her pants.

If I exaggerated a little, it almost felt like the two parts were grinding together.

When Yena pulled her hand away, the imprint of her fingers was starkly visible.

“See?”

“Nngh…”

What even is this?

I stared blankly at the dark gray stain.

Yena sat on top of me, leaving the lewd mark untouched.

As if entranced, I reached up and placed a hand on her thigh.

No resistance.

The firm yet soft thigh filling my palm sent waves of satisfaction through me.

I kneaded the plush skin, lost in the sensation—

“So soft— Huh?!”

“Pfft.”

Yena rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against me.

Her slick pussy rubbed against my tense stomach, leaving sticky trails of arousal—whose, I couldn’t tell.

My head spun like I’d been punched.

“Gulp… Crazy, crazy. You’re insane…”

“Hmm. So you like this, huh?”

“Shut up…”

Yena wiped the remaining wetness off on a dry part of her pants.

Her now-clean fingers trailed upward, over the dolphin-print fabric.

Just below the thin white T-shirt.

She tugged the waistband down slightly.

The sharp line of her pelvis came into view.

Her spread legs kept it from going all the way down.

“Want me to show you the inside too?”

“Nngh… Y-Yeah… I wanna see…”

“Then… wait a sec.”

Still seated, Yena twisted her arm behind her.

Her fingers found the already-wet slit.

“W-Wait, hyahk…!”

Her body blocked the movement from view.

I had to feel her only through the touch below.

Just by blocking my vision, my sensitivity seemed to amplify two, threefold.

Firmly bound between my hips.

Her fingers briefly caressed near my entrance before suddenly pressing deep into the cleft.

“Mmh…! Ah, haah…”

As if that wasn’t enough, the speed of their back-and-forth movement grew faster.

My body writhed uncontrollably from the rougher sensation compared to before.

Since my body was already tightly restrained, all I could do was rub my stomach against her sex.

Each time my hips jerked, her pussy collided with my abdomen.

Only a thin layer of fabric separated our most intimate parts.

I focused all my nerves on my stomach, craving to feel that raw sensation vividly.

Her fingers, as if sensing my thoughts, tapped threateningly against the deepest part of my entrance.

The back of my neck tingled at the thought of them plunging in at any moment.

It felt like two snakes slithering over my pussy.

My body twisted restlessly.

Maybe actual snakes would’ve been easier—at least they wouldn’t retrace their path so precisely.

The frequency of my shudders increased.

My walls, ready to receive, gushed fluids uncontrollably, spilling past the entrance and coating Yena’s fingers.

But her fingers were already slick, so the excess dripped down, following their length.

The sticky trail down my ass finally joined the soaked sheets beneath me.

The snake-like fingers twisted slightly, now prodding at my hole.

I wanted to scream that penetration wasn’t allowed, but the fear of her withdrawing completely made me whimper and accept them instead.

For a moment, my brain whitened from the overwhelming pleasure.

“…Huh?”

The fingers that had been rubbing me raw suddenly vanished.

The satisfaction filling me disappeared in an instant, leaving only emptiness behind.

I collapsed right before the edge.

I’d lost count of how many times this had happened.

I tried rocking my hips, but her hand didn’t return.

“More, more… please… hurry… please….”

Shame forgotten, I begged her.

My rationality had long since faded.

She looked at me, then swung her arm forward.

Her sticky fingers appeared before my eyes, and I knew exactly what to do.

“If you want more—”

“Slurp! Mmm…!”

I took her slick fingers into my mouth, licking and sucking desperately.

I put on the most pitiful expression I could, working them eagerly to please her.

At this point, disgust couldn’t stand in the way of my pleasure.

Instead, the perverse thrill of willingly tasting my own fluids only heightened the ecstasy.

“Wow, eager.”

“Schlurp, mmm!”

Yena seemed flustered by my desperation.

Seeing her—always so dominant—wear such an awkward expression sent a surge of satisfaction through my chest.

Her hand touched my breast.

Displeased, I scowled and pulled her down beneath me.

Her fingers obediently returned to my pussy.

Anticipation flooded my mind.

The same fingers that had ravaged my mouth now approached a far more sensitive place.

Slowly, teasingly, as if pretending they weren’t the same wicked digits that had ruined me earlier.

“Heh… mmph!”

“Too much?”

“Mmm?!”

“No, it’s fine. Just relax, look at the ceiling. It might hurt a little.”

Annoyed by her cryptic words, I sucked her fingers harder.

Every flick of my tongue made her twitch—a sensation so addictive I couldn’t help but focus entirely on it.

“Schlurp, mmm…”

“Don’t bite, even if it hurts.”

“Nngh—ah?! Ah!”

A strange touch made me reflexively clamp down, but I barely held back from biting her.

Her fingertip pressed against the lowest part of my entrance—the tight ring of muscle beneath my folds.

“Nngh… wh-what…?”

Yena applied steady pressure until, with a soft click, the resistance gave way.

“Ghk…!”

“Okay?”

“Nn… ngh!”

“Maybe focus somewhere else.”

To distract me, she wriggled the fingers in my mouth.

They teased the root of my tongue before withdrawing, only to plunge back in deeper.

Her thumb and pinky pinned my cheeks, forcing my mouth wide as she fucked it relentlessly.

“Ghk, cough!”

It felt like being forced into a blowjob, though her slender fingers were nothing like a man’s.

No nausea—just a thrill from her possessiveness.

But soon, all my focus snapped back below.

Yena was prying open my tight ring of muscle.

My walls clung desperately, begging her to stop, but she didn’t listen.

“Nngh! Ah—ahh!”

“It’s okay. Be good.”

My body trembled from the unfamiliar sensation.

Even as I pleaded, she ignored me, ruthlessly fingering my mouth.

I thrashed, but it only drove her deeper.

Yena, watching me from above, looked terrifying.

I was about to lose my virginity in seconds.

Panic surged.

No matter how I struggled, she wouldn’t let go.

So I changed tactics.

I stopped resisting and tapped her arm weakly.

When she turned, her eyes dark with desire, I met her gaze pleadingly.

Finally, her grip loosened, and her saliva-slick fingers slipped free.

“Haah…! P-please, faster…!”

Yena leaned close, wrapping an arm around my neck.

Her sticky fingers brushed my shoulder.

I buried my face in her neck, breathing deeply.

The fear ebbed away.

Her other hand remained still inside me, pulsing with each breath.

I hugged her back, pressing our chests together.

I hated the T-shirt separating us.

“Not even one knuckle in yet.”

“J-just hold me tighter… ngh!”

She squeezed me so hard I thought I’d break.

Meanwhile, her fingers resumed their movements.

I already felt full—how was this not even halfway?

“I won’t go deeper, so relax. You’ll break my fingers.”

“Nngh… h-how…?”

“Look at me. Don’t hide.”

My face was a mess.

Embarrassment flooded back as her tone softened.

I didn’t want her to see my tear-streaked face.

“I want to see you.”

“Nngh… mm…”

Chu~

The moment I lowered my hands, Yena’s pink eyes met mine.

Then her warm lips covered mine, and my eyes fluttered shut.

Her tongue demanded entry.

I parted my lips slightly, and she eagerly rubbed against the seam, widening it.

The moment her tongue slid in, electricity shot through me.

My worries dissolved.

I finally understood what she meant by “relax.”

Her fingers began moving again.

They circled my entrance, teasing before lightly scratching—

My body shuddered violently.

Her palm pressed against my clit while her fingers painted torturous patterns around it.

My hips jerked, fluids leaking.

Inside, her fingertip grazed my upper walls.

Within seconds, that sensation built again.

“Nngh! Ah—ahh! Hyaaah…!”

Mind-shattering pleasure erupted from my core.

Her tongue tangled with mine, stealing my thoughts.

My vision whited out. The world floated away.

One by one, my thoughts vanished, replaced by Yena.

Her lips, her tongue, her fingers—branded into me.

“Ah! Nngh! Ah—ahh!”

The climax I’d been denied finally crashed over me.

My tongue went limp, twitching helplessly.

My hips convulsed, spraying the sheets.

Then—

Squelch.

“Ah—!”

Something tore.

Burning pain flared—

But it was quickly consumed by pleasure’s fire.

My vision flickered as consciousness faded.