Chapter 91: Magic Tower (9)

Intoxication doesn’t care about time.

“Ugh…!”

After finishing our meal, arm in arm, we carefully moved in one direction. The woman gestured through the air with her hand as if pointing to a house, wearing a pleasant smile. Holding her body, pretending to follow her wishes, I was actually deciding the path myself.

I was heading towards the lodging I was currently staying in. The woman, with her arms crossed tightly, said to me.

“Where are we going now?”

“We’re going to rest. You’re quite drunk. After resting a bit, we’ll move again.”

“Rest? I, I can still walk. Look.”

The woman said, then let go of my hand. Unconsciously, using magic, a strong force pushed me away. I felt the force with which she pushed me, confirming she was truly drunk. The woman swayed unsteadily, as if dancing, walked along the sidewalk, then leaned against a wall and gestured through the air.

“Look, like this…! Ah…!”

Seeing she was about to fall any second, I held her arm tightly and spoke kindly.

“See, you’re drunk, right? Just hold my hand.”

“Ah, no…! I’m not that drunk…!”

She said, then shook her head. When sober, her face was fierce, but now it had softened into a cuter, prettier expression than I expected. Perhaps the reason she hadn’t dated anyone so far was because of her personality, which was always on edge like a hedgehog?

“I’m not drunk…!”

Shaking her head, she kept trying to move on her own, so I scooped her up. If I let her move as she pleased, I feared she might break something. Like holding a princess, I slipped my hand under her knees and supported her back with the other.

“Ah…!”

With her hands clasped, she looked at me with wide eyes. The woman’s eyes sparkled, and her flushed cheeks didn’t seem entirely due to the alcohol. I looked at her and gave her a grin.

“Shall we go rest a bit?”

“…Yes.”

She nodded like a puppet, nestled obediently in my arms, and shyly fidgeted with her fingers. She didn’t even ask where I was taking her. She was simply walking willingly into her own doom, like a beast heading to the slaughterhouse, completely unaware of the future awaiting her.

The entrance was old but clean. The manager was dozing in the security office, and with the weekend here, the guests were enjoying their youth outside. Holding the woman, I started climbing the stairs.

“W-where are we going?”

The woman, slightly sobered, asked me in a slightly frightened tone. I stroked her hair and said this.

“To rest.”

“Ah…”

She knew what ‘resting’ meant. She was a desperate woman, whose body might be modest, but whose heart longed for a man to enter her embrace at any time. Her reason, clouded by alcohol, made her shake her head.

“You don’t want to?”

Right. This is the alcohol’s fault. Because of the intoxication, she was easily nodding her head to this simple temptation. Her dazed eyes and face holding subtle expectations brought out a feminine expression, and she gently shook her head. Then, the crude explanation that she would go up was unnecessary. I put her down, letting her use her own feet to climb the stairs.

As we headed towards the room, the woman’s arm tightly gripped mine, tightening like a noose. Fear of her first time. Breaking what she had kept until now-the deviation. Her movements contained much, and I couldn’t suppress my restless body.

When I reached for the doorknob, she hugged my arm incredibly tightly. As if she was trying to prevent me from opening this door. But the subtle anticipation appearing on her face assured me that she wouldn’t refuse.

Opening the door, a cozy yet neat lodging came into view. Inside the tidy room, the woman moved with a tense and stiff expression, more so than anyone.

“Ah…”

Taking off her shoes, she stepped onto the soft carpet. The woman seemed to be examining the room closely, turning her head this way and that. Looking around the room, traces of cohabitation were clearly visible. Women’s clothes hung on the coat rack, a woman’s scent lingered, impossible in a lodging for a single man, and there were three toothbrushes in the bathroom. Three sets of pajamas were also prepared.

Realizing a man has multiple women for the first time usually sobers one up. Sobriety instantly kicked in, coldly assessing the reality, and from then on, my chance to approach this woman would disappear.

“Hhng…! Hmm…! Nn…!”

So, I gently embraced her and kissed her. I didn’t kiss too hard, so she wouldn’t be startled, and even if she reflexively pushed me away, I wouldn’t be pursued. Our lips met, and the distinct scent of champagne tickled my nose.

“Mmm…! Ugh…! Nng…!”

With half-lidded eyes, she looked at me, seeming to push me away with her arms at first, but soon the hand gripping my clothes swayed like a pendulum before going limp, while the other arm wrapped around my waist, she closed her eyes. The signal for permission given, my hand gently caressed her breasts. Every time my fingers touched her, her body trembled and flinched as if electrocuted. To me, these familiar sensations passed one after another.

Cupping her breasts, I turned her body halfway around, naturally deepening the kiss and making her stumble backward. Throwing her onto the bed, I removed my shirt, then climbed on top of her, breathing heavily, and covered her mouth again. Irrational acts followed one after another.

My fingertips, caressing her chest, unfastened the buttons one by one, and as I removed her tight undergarments, her quite voluminous breasts were revealed before me. Whether she thought they were unsightly, or felt shy, she crossed her arms to cover her breasts, so I grabbed her arms and began to caress her nipples.

“Ah…! Aah…!”

To the sensation she was experiencing for the first time, sweet moans flowed from the woman’s lips. I watched her reaction as my lips, which had been exploring her breasts, moved downward. Moving from her chest to her lower abdomen, she grabbed my head as if tickled, so I covered her lips again and placed my hand on her buttocks.

“Nng…! Eup…!”

Shifting my fingertips from caressing her buttocks, I moved between her legs.

“Puh…! Aah…!”

Her underwear was getting wet. As my fingers lightly brushed against her skin, she writhed and made pitiful sounds. Simultaneously fearing what came next and anticipating what would happen, that contradictory look in her eyes. Full of moisture and pleasure, her eyes couldn’t predict what I was going to do at all. While clutching her breasts, with my other hand I pulled the bag that had fallen under the mattress. To keep her gaze from drifting downward, I continued caressing her lower body and found the bead.

A jet-black bead. The bead I had carried since our dates felt smooth in my hand as I grabbed it. With a flick of my wrist, I flicked the bead, letting it roll onto the mattress. Between the woman’s slightly parted legs, the bead rolled, and when it touched my other hand, I grabbed the bead and began infusing it with magic.

“Hmm…! Huh?”

The woman’s expression turned to puzzlement. Even through her intoxication, she had vaguely felt my magic. Looking at me strangely for a moment, the woman felt a strange vibration between her legs and tried to lift her head.

“Hey, what…”

I could feel her suspicion. I had to act fast.

“It’s going to feel good. Don’t worry.”

The vibrating bead trembled violently. I pulled her panties halfway down.

“Ah…!”

Startled, she hesitated, unsure whether to spread her legs or close them, so I pressed the vibrating bead down into the exposed cleft.

“Vvvvvuuuuuuummm-!”

“Haaahng! Aah…! Aah…! Wh-what is this…! Aaah…! I, I don’t like this…! Aaaang!”

The reaction was beyond expectation. Nestled tightly between her soft folds, the bead teased both her inner skin and clitoris simultaneously, delivering pleasure she had never felt before.

“Hhhuuuk! Hiiik! Ah, aaaak…! I, I don’t like it…! Aaeung…! I, I don’t like it…! Ah…!”

Biting into the mattress, she spread her legs wide. Between her spread legs, she sprayed love juice like a water gun, arching her back as if thrusting with an imaginary partner.

“Aahk…! Ah…! Aaaahk…! My, my magic is draining…! Aahk…! What the…!”

Even as her mind reeled from pleasure, she was acutely aware of the strange events happening to her body. But my tongue was teasing her breasts, and my fingers were busy moving the bead while also probing inside her cleft, so I couldn’t explain it to her.

“Hiaaaak! Ah…! Aaak…! Aahk…! My, my head feels strange…! Ah…! My, my magic is draining…! I, I shouldn’t be…!”

Arching her back higher, her cleft gaped open. Between her legs, she sprayed love juice again, trembled violently, pushed herself up onto her toes, then collapsed limply, gasping for breath. The bead was still vibrating energetically, and the woman, eyelids fluttering, looked at me.

“Ah…! Euk…! Wh-what…! is this…!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Since she seemed lucid enough to speak, I continued rubbing the bead between her folds. Along with the exhaustion, the pleasure dominating her body had completely overwhelmed her mind. Reaching its peak, the sensitive membranes were rubbed again by the bead, causing the woman to writhe and climax.

“I, I trusted you…..! Ah…! Aaaak…! Aaaaaaang!”

Her legs were spread. Her pussy, beckoning me seductively, pulsed. I rubbed my erect cock and climbed on top of her.

“Rest well.”

“Euk…! Uk…!”

“Starting tomorrow, you’ll have to work hard.”

I whispered in her ear.