Chapter 52: Flancia Alice (10)

The sound of a door opening.

And then, Alice’s distinctive footsteps could be heard.

I held Sylvia tightly around the waist and recited my prepared lines, while Sylvia offered her candid impressions. People uninterested in sex show differences in the subtlest movements. There was a clear difference between those who forced it and humans who genuinely enjoyed sex.

Smiling, I thrust my cock deep into Sylvia’s pussy.

“Aaaaaaang!”

Sylvia’s knees trembled violently as she writhed forward and collapsed. I helped the collapsed her back up, then brought her into the room.

“Eh…?”

Alice was there.

Sylvia, still gasping for breath, widened her eyes the moment she saw Alice, then hid behind my back and lowered her head. Alice watched the scene listlessly, let out a small chuckle, and lowered her head again.

Alice, who had come to the room meant only for sex, sat on the bed and looked down at the floor. Was she counting the patterns on the carpet? Or had she finally reached her limit?

The answer was obvious.

She silently gazed at the floor before lifting her head again. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she sniffled. As soon as her eyes met mine, she began to undress. A gesture of resignation, devoid of any remaining defiance.

It was the moment when one could tell who had won the bet.

I stroked her hair and sat beside her, and Alice took off her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her tight-fitting panties perfectly revealed the curve of her buttocks. I sat behind her and carefully kissed my way from the nape of her neck down to her buttocks.

“Ngh…!”

“We’re not using a condom today.”

Alice said nothing. She just nodded. Alice was now taking off her panties. Grabbing the waistband with both hands, she slowly pulled them down, naturally arching her back as her private parts were revealed.

I turned my head and kissed her private parts as well. I slid my tongue in, licking more gently than usual, making it clear whose she was.

“Ah…! Aah…!”

Even the slightest stimulation made Alice cry out easily. I sat her back down on the mattress and firmly grasped her shoulders. Tilting her face back, I opened her mouth and slid my tongue in.

“Ugh…! Nngh…!”

Alice’s hands twitched, trying to push me away. Her hands, which had clenched into fists on my chest, pressed down gently like a cat’s paws before spreading wide and pulling me into an embrace.

She lay naked on the bed, holding me tightly from behind.

When I kissed her, there was a unique scent of tea. She said she disliked tea, yet she always smelled of it. It was because she liked Sylvia that much. Even as I swirled my tongue and pushed saliva in, Alice silently accepted it. With my mouth covering hers, I began to gently roll her nipples as usual.

“Ugh…! Nnngh…! Nngh…!”

An immediate reaction followed. Her inexperienced teeth grazed my tongue as if trying to bite it, then pulled away, and saliva dripped between our lips as she exhaled. Her face flushed crimson from ragged breaths, and the hands wrapped around my back moved to my chest as if to stop me.

“Hoo…”

I rose, proudly displaying my hard, erect cock. My condomless cock. Alice trembled slightly as she looked at the grotesque sight. But she didn’t back down. She bit her lip, tears welling, and simply endured.

“Aaaah…!”

The tip, slick with precum, met the crevice wet with her love juice. With a heavy weight, my body pushed forward like a battering ram breaking down a castle gate.

“Aaaah…! Nnngh…! Ugh…!”

This firm pleasure, the vaginal walls clinging tightly, refusing to let me go. Alice’s eyes widened, her hands fumbled for my cheeks, found them, then dropped.

“Ah…! Haa…!”

And then she slumped again, breathing heavily. I pushed her legs up and lifted her hips higher. Completely pinned beneath me, she shuddered at the pleasure felt with every movement of my cock inside her, and feared what was to come.

“Ah…!”

Creak.

I pulled back hard, then thrust deep into her body, leaning my weight forward. My cock, tracing a gentle curve to meet Alice’s cervix, scraped against the upper wall to announce its presence before stopping in place.

“Ah…! Aah…! Ah…!”

It was like practicing a traditional dance. Repeating the same movements very slowly to become accustomed to them. Once accustomed to the rhythm of grinding hips in curves and the rough process of thrusting down, what remained on the woman’s face wasn’t surprise or a sense of foreignness, but pure pleasure that made her stick out her tongue and lose her mind.

Creak creak creak creak

“Ah! Aang! Aah! Aaa! Augh!”

Creak creak creak creak

“Nngh! Aah! Ah! Aaa! Hngh!”

I thrust down and shouted in her ear.

“What are you going to do now? Huh? What kind of life will you live? Since you gave up the bet. Are you just going to live watching me and Sylvia have sex?”

“Ah, no…! Th-that…! Aah…! Aang…!”

She shook her head at my question. Shaking her head vigorously, she made it clear she still had lingering attachments. I whispered over her shoulder, smiling so she couldn’t see.

“Then what will you do? Huh? What do you want to do? Why are you offering your body so obediently again today? Huh? What do you want?”

“Ah! Aang! Aah! Augh…! I, I…! Aaah…! Aah…!”

Creak creak creak creak

Sylvia was approaching cautiously. Sylvia, who had stealthily crawled over and attached herself to my side, whispered.

“Alice. I, if it’s Alice, I don’t mind sharing Evan-nim with you.”

“Aaaah…! Augh…! Nnngh…!”

“What will be left for you? I’m going to marry Isabel and make Sylvia mine too. You’re not really planning to cut ties and be completely isolated, are you? Right?”

“Ah, no…! Ah…! Aah…!”

Alice shook her head. Sylvia whispered, her face flushed.

“Let’s be happy together, Alice.”

“Aaaah…! Aang! Aah…! Augh!”

Alice tried to shake her head.

“Ah…! Aang! B-but…! Th-that…. But…!”

“Alice. Being alone is lonely.”

I whispered in her ear as well.

“Alice.”

Sylvia’s voice could be heard.

“Alice.”

I called her name over and over, helping her make the right choice. Moving my hips diligently, thrusting in the most pleasurable way possible-it was all for her.

“Ah…! Aaaah…! Ah…!”

Alice’s mouth fell open. Tears streamed down her face. She didn’t seem close to climax yet, but Alice had already experienced another orgasm. Trembling, she clung to me, gasping for breath, yet continuously trying to open her mouth to say some word.

“Ah…! Aaaah…! Ah…! Augh…! Ah…!”

A memory from childhood suddenly flashed through my mind.

When I was 12, there was a time when Carson suddenly left home and didn’t return for about two weeks. Mom and Elena both had happy expressions, and the house, which had been gloomy like a place haunted by ghosts, was filled with life.

I could sit at the living room table and draw. Since I was doing things I couldn’t do before, I felt more invigorated and hummed a tune without realizing it. Then, Mom placed her hand on my shoulder and looked at the picture I had drawn.

The picture I drew then was still so vivid in my memory that I could draw it exactly the same way now. There was a small house with a red roof in a wide meadow, and four people holding hands harmoniously.

Mom. Me. Elena. And my stepfather.

Creak creak creak

“Ah…! Ah…! Aah…!”

[It’s a picture of our family. Mom divorced Dad and is living happily after meeting someone better. That person doesn’t hit Mom or Elena, and doesn’t bully me. He doesn’t call me a freeloader who wastes money, and he takes us all on picnics.]

Creak creak creak

“Ah…! Ah…!”

[When that happens, we’ll all play together. We’ll eat delicious food, Dad will praise me for doing well, we’ll go on family trips, and do fun things. Other kids said their dads teach them things like horseback riding.]

“Daaad…!”

Facing fragments of memory is painful. Because the naive echoes crash against the wall of reality and tear at one’s heart.

How miserable innocence can sometimes make a person.

“Daaad…! Augh…! Ah…!”

“Alice. Yeah. I think I’m about to finish soon…!”

“Inside…! Please cum inside…!”

Beyond the lewd tale, there wasn’t a shred of justice. I, who thought I had become an adult, was still bound by the unfulfilled possessiveness of childhood, unable to let go of my lingering feelings for Sylvia, who had already become someone else’s woman.

“Nngh…!”

“Augh! Ugh! Eu… Ah…!”

A warm, fulfilling sensation filled my lower abdomen.

I wasn’t lonely.

Becoming someone’s family.

A warm satisfaction dominated me.

Today.

Father cum inside me for the first time.