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Asher thought the patterned ridge beneath Velka’s soaked undergarments, visible through the hem she had lifted, was beautiful. The girl had always been beautiful, but this was a different, almost illicit kind of admiration.

“Do you know how humans are born, Asher?”

“Well, uh…”

Asher had once believed the old tale about some animal bringing babies, but after eavesdropping on the village boys and adults, it hadn’t taken long to realize that wasn’t the truth.

“Do you remember what those kids were doing?”

He did. The first time he saw it, the act was so intense it was impossible to forget. Maybe… perhaps…

“It’s called intercourse.”

Though he tried to focus on Velka’s words, Asher’s gaze kept drifting to the girl’s hidden valley. There wasn’t anything hanging there like what boys had, but if his memory was right, that hole was down there. The one only girls had. Maybe his gaze was too persistent—Velka, already flushed, turned even redder as she placed a hand over her mound. For a moment, Asher mourned the obscured sight, but then his attention was stolen by the sight of her slender fingers tracing over it.

“Hnn… And these parts, the ones men and women have, are called genitals.”

There was something indecent about the way Velka showed and touched herself to explain it to him. Asher finally felt like he understood what the older boys had meant in their jokes—about wanting to stick their dicks into some girl’s pussy. If those guys were male, then a ‘dick’ must refer to a man’s genitals, and ‘pussy’ to a woman’s. Recalling those words, his own member twitched, pressing insistently against the thin fabric separating them.

“Ah—!?”

It was an accident, but the way Velka gasped in surprise was unbearably adorable. The thin clothes blocking him from her made him desperate enough that this time, he deliberately flexed against her.

“Nnh—!”

He watched in detail as the outline of his hardness visibly pressed against the fabric of her dress, distorting the soft shape beneath. Velka jolted but, sensing his impatience, only glared at him half-heartedly, her eyes shimmering with embarrassment.

“Mmm, quit being mean… I’ll teach you quickly, okay?”

Velka’s voice wavered as she gently scolded him, pushing herself up from his lap. The rainwater had plastered her dress to her skin, rendering her body nearly translucent. Then, slipping a hand beneath the fabric, she tugged something down. He didn’t need to ask what—there was only a thin undergarment beneath, and soon, that scrap of fabric slid down her porcelain legs. But Asher wanted more.

“Ah!”

When he lifted her skirt and ducked underneath, Velka’s startled cry reached him, but distractions were the furthest thing from his mind. Right before his eyes was the girl’s secret crevice—small, plump, and flushed pink, now fully exposed without even that flimsy fabric to shield it. Inside her dress was a sweetness he couldn’t explain earlier, heady and thick, unlike her usual scent. His breath roughened. His exhales must have brushed against her—each breath made her thighs quiver around him.

Slowly, he reached down and parted her with a finger. A stifled moan escaped her, and the faint musk intensified into something unmistakable. This—this was one of the things that had been driving him wild. Swallowing hard, he pushed a finger inside.

“Nnh—ah!”

He didn’t quite know why he did this. Maybe remembering how his friends had shoved themselves into the village idiot made him want to do the same. Ideally, with his own. Her inner walls were warm, wet, and snug—strangely satisfying. And then Velka’s shaky voice:

“Hah… that place is… nngh… where babies come from…”

Even as he tormented her, Velka still struggled to explain. But Asher was less interested in the reason than in doing it for real. His finger withdrew, and Velka slumped onto his thighs, utterly limp. His head emerged from beneath her skirt just in time to see her tearful face.

Given how rarely Velka showed emotion, this expression was rare enough that he stared greedily—until her aggrieved golden eyes flickered up at him. Her legs, trembling like a newborn fawn’s, made him snicker despite himself.

“Hnn… Why do you keep interrupting?”

“Sorry. I just couldn’t help it.”

“You’re awful.”

Velka balled her hands into tiny fists and pummeled his chest—though her strength meant it was more like cotton punches. Then, unable to hold back, he grabbed her wrists. She froze.

“Velka, can’t we just do it? I really can’t take it anymore.”

He flexed his hips, nudging insistently beneath her. Velka shivered but remained firm.

“No. You still don’t understand what this means for your kind.”

But Asher already knew what she was going to say.

“It’s about making babies, right?”

Between the village elders’ words and his friends’ actions, it wasn’t hard to piece together. He just wanted her to stop dragging it out.

“Well… in the simplest sense, yes. It’s something close to instinct.”

“Instinct?”

Instinct, Velka explained, was something all living beings naturally possessed. Not something that appeared out of nowhere, but always there—an undeniable urge.

“Then there’s no problem, right?”

But Velka shook her head.

“It’s not that simple.”

You exist within vessels yet apart from them. You pursue something divine yet are bound to flesh. No matter how close you are, the loneliness remains—because that’s the nature of your existence.

“For beings like you, doing this just for one aspect isn’t right.”

You don’t see this act as mere reproduction—but as pleasure, as love. Sometimes for physical satisfaction, others for emotional connection. Those two may seem separate, but they’re always intertwined.

“This is a serious matter.”

Forcing it one-sidedly is just violence. You must think about how much you truly want each other. If a child is born, the concerns multiply.

“So please, think carefully one more time.”

Her golden eyes, filled with affection, held his entirely. Though his mind was muddled, Asher tried to consider her words. Amid the sticky desire he’d never felt before, something else swelled—the thought of him and Velka having a child. His chest fluttered. Imagining himself and Velka among the village’s happiest couples felt… different. Less clumsy, more overwhelming.

“Velka.”

“Yeah?”

Her expectant reply told him what he needed to say.

“I like you.”

He whispered it into her ear. A phrase he’d said often, but this time, it dredged up the vulnerable feeling almost drowned out by raw hunger—the deeper reason he wanted this with her. Velka’s face burned crimson again.

“Ah—mm…”

She floundered, covering her face with both hands, forgetting that her soaked dress left nothing to the imagination. Afraid she’d refuse once she regained composure, he cupped her chin, forcing her to face him—lest his bashful secret friend flee.

“I really like you. Do you dislike me?”

Her shimmering gold wavered. Their breaths mingled between them, warm and ticklish. Velka’s lips quivered hesitantly. A mischievous urge surged—to tease her further.

“So you do hate me…”

He cut her off just as she opened her mouth.

“Ah, Asher—?”

Her flustered voice called his name, but he deliberately turned away, pretending to be colder than he was.

“I really like you, Velka. Was it just me?”

“Nngh—! That’s not it!”

“You said this is something people do when they like each other.”

“That’s exactly why—”

Then, sensing something amiss, she froze mid-reach.

“Hnn, you’re so mean.”

Her trembling, tearful voice made him whip around in panic—finding her golden eyes pooled with tears, ready to spill. Just as he rushed to apologize, her gaze flooded his vision. Then something soft and damp pressed against his lips, leaving him dazed. Velka’s voice followed:

“I like you too. More than anything in this world. These feelings feel too precious… I don’t know what to do with them.”

Her tear-salted kiss was as sweet as her scent—grass and rain. And when they parted, her lips resembled the faint pink of spider lilies. Staring blankly, a thought struck him:

“So… we can do it?”

“……”

Velka’s crimson face stayed silent, but he didn’t miss her tiny nod. Permission secured, he first asked her to undress. Though flustered, she shed her wine-red dress, leaving nothing but pale skin. Even soaked, the fabric was useless now—but he wanted to see all of her.

“Ah… don’t stare so much…”

Her shrinking form tried to cover herself, but he caught her wrists. Though startled, she didn’t resist. Soon, his hands found her small, pert breasts.

“Ngh—”

Maybe his cold, damp touch startled her—she moaned softly. Their softness fit perfectly in his palms. Was this how all girls felt? Or just Velka? He rubbed and kneaded until the urge to taste overwhelmed him.

“Ah! Mmn—”

Like his appetite had spiraled out of control, he latched onto her breast, sucking hungrily. It wasn’t just her chest—everywhere he touched or licked was soft, fragrant, intoxicating. Pushing her against the cool bark of the oak, he loomed over her like a predator.

“Asher?”

Her confused call went unanswered—too fixated on the glistening slit before him. Her thighs, spread from being pressed down, left her utterly exposed. Drawn in, he lowered his mouth to it.

“Ah! W-wait, how long are you gonna—Hyaah?!”

Her startled cry cut off as his face buried between her legs. Her velvety thighs pressed against his cheeks, her plump folds against his nose. The sweet scent flooded his senses as he licked inside.

“Nhh! Asher—!”

Her walls clenched weakly around his tongue, her moans pitched with pleasure. Like a bee drunk on nectar, he lapped greedily.

“Ngh… hah…?”

Unable to resist, Velka could only whimper beneath him, taking whatever he gave. His tongue plunged deeper, relentless.

“Hah… nngh…”

Overhead, her breathy cries spurred him on. Her sweetness wasn’t literal, but it felt like honey. How long had he been lost in her?

“Asher… please, answer me…”

Her pleading sob snapped him back. Lifting his head, he found her golden eyes brimming with tears—fearful of the unfamiliar sensations.

“Sorry! I got carried away!”

Guilt flooded him. Had he gone too far? Velka wiped her tears hastily.

“It’s not that. It’s just… too strange.”

“Strange?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded.

“I’ve never felt like this before.”

Strangely, he thought he understood. He was feeling something new too. But Velka seemed frightened by it.

“Do you… like it?”

Her face burned, eyes darting away. That shyness made mischief bubble up again.

“Velka, don’t hide.”

“Mmm…”

When he whispered it like a complaint, she shuddered but obeyed. Though still afraid, curiosity shimmered in her tearful gaze. Grinning, he stripped off his pants.

His cock, swollen stiff and flushed dark, jutted out, glistening. It was the first time he’d seen it like this—and Velka’s trembling, anxious stare made him snap.

“Ah—”

He crushed her into a hug. Though still half-dressed, their bare lower bodies pressed together seamlessly. The throbbing heat wedged between their stomachs made him shudder—just the feeling of her untouched skin against him was transgressive.

“Hih—?!”

Velka’s sharp inhale sent a thrill through him. Even though this was his first time, seeing her so flustered filled him with strange confidence.

Her wide-eyed, dazed expression—mouth slightly open, breath uneven—told him she was beyond answering anything now.

—Mmh.

Rather than think, he just acted, capturing her lips. Not their usual light pecks, but the deep, messy kind adults exchanged in hidden corners. Fortunately, Velka didn’t refuse—or maybe she couldn’t. Her stifled moans muffled against his tongue. Her mouth was as sweet as her core, like an everlasting candy.

As he explored, his cock ached maddeningly between them. The urge to grind was overwhelming—his friends would’ve shoved in by now. But was Velka ready? Even if she’d agreed…

Then, just as he hesitated, her slender hand touched his cheek.

Dazed as she was, Velka’s gaze held boundless affection.

“Come here, Asher.”

Guilt warred with excitement. Gripping himself, he aligned his tip with her entrance.

This is it.