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The girl’s private cleft was so wet, glistening, that it was evident simply from the touch of the tip of a penis. You might think this is natural, considering Esher had licked and sucked it, but the plump flesh that created a small axe-like mark on the girl’s mound, and the cleft glistening with a sticky fluid, seemed to require more explanation than that alone. Esher, who had inserted a finger into the girl’s cleft, realized it was something that flowed from inside her and couldn’t bear it. He poked the girl’s cleft with the tip of his already swollen, about-to-burst penis.

“Ugh.”

Of course, the action was meant to insert his penis into the girl’s vagina, but his penis missed, as if blocked by the soft flesh encasing her cleft. Therefore, all he received was the girl’s groaning moan. Esher wondered if this was a different entrance, but recalling the sight of his friends with the village idiot, he was certain this was indeed the entrance. Given his size compared to the girl’s small cleft, it was only natural, but frustrated and impatient about it not going in easily, he rubbed his penis tip against the girl’s cleft several times.

“Haa!”

With the girl’s startled voice, a part of the plump flesh that had concealed the girl’s hidden hole from view slid open, not resisting Esher’s penis, smoothly parting to swallow the tip of his member entirely without resistance. As if to say that its previous resistance to his large, mushroom-like penis was a lie, the cleft made a ‘schloop’ sound, accepting his member. Esher thrilled at the pleasure he felt from the tip of his penis for the first time.

“Hng…”

Looking down, he saw the plump flesh that had created a small axe-like mark on the girl’s mound spread open, its lips embracing the tip of the boy’s member. Unable to wait any longer, driven by his impatience, he thrust his hips, pushing his penis completely into the girl’s hidden hole.

“Ugh!”

With Belka’s death rattle of a moan, their crotches pressed together, and soon the girl’s hidden hole swallowed Esher’s penis to its root.

“Ah, ah.”

Unable to notice the feeling as if something was tearing inside, or Belka’s pained moans, Esher, having finally shoved his member entirely into the girl’s vagina, was overwhelmed by a mind-blowing sensation; thinking was torture. The warm, wet, soft flesh gently wrapped and seemed to bite his penis; a strange sensation he had never experienced before, tightly gripping his member, stirring a thrill. He felt like he was about to urinate, even though he didn’t want to, but even that felt ecstatic.

Esher recalled the stories his older brothers had secretly shared. They had boasted about how pleasurable sex was, making the experience sound like an amazing feat, and everyone listening was envious. Esher himself hadn’t understood; he hadn’t known what it was back then, nor had he ever tried it. But now, he understood how they felt. It was this pleasurable, that they had bragged so. His friends had definitely felt this good, too. He immediately moved his hips.

“Aaack! Uhn.”

His attention focused on the strange sound of the sticky liquid clinging and detaching, to the point where Belka’s pained whimpers were completely inaudible to Esher. His body, rather than his mind, was driving him. This continued until the urge to urinate returned. His penis, acting like a separate being, moved independently of his will, convulsing wildly, squirting hot liquid into the girl. Esher found himself startled, but despite pulling his hips and thrusting his penis deep into the girl’s vagina, he didn’t pull out.

He stayed there for a long time, his body fused with hers, unable to move because of his release. And finally, when he had emptied himself completely, he came to his senses. He felt the refreshing cleanness of having washed away years of grime, yet his sweat-soaked clothes clung to him uncomfortably. His skin still touching hers, his penis still inside her, felt good, but lately he started to worry about Belka. Esher lifted himself, his weight shifting off the girl, allowing him to see Belka’s face, until then hidden by his body. The girl’s face was streaked with tears.

“Belka!?”

Having belatedly remembered Belka’s cries of pain from earlier when he was thrusting his hips, Esher called out in surprise. He gently encircled the girl’s waist with his arms and pulled her closer, her body collapsing against him. Her red hair and her labored panting – still seemingly enduring pain – touched his chest. As if to hide the tears welling up, Belka buried her face against him. Overcome with guilt at seeing her trying to bear the pain, Esher floundered, and he heard Belka’s strained voice.

“I’m…okay. Ugh, I’m fine.”

Lifting her head from his embrace, she smiled. She had tried to wipe away all her tears in his arms; only a single tear remained on the corner of her smiling eyes, as if to reassure him. Then, feeling the warm liquid flowing down her lower body, she moved slightly away from him. The sight of the crimson liquid flowing from the juncture of his penis and her vagina rendered him speechless. The scent of rain, grass, and girl mixed with the pungent smell of iron. It resembled the smell of blood he had briefly caught a whiff of at the village slaughterhouse where he’d once run an errand.

He couldn’t see the source of the crimson that had stained the slaughterhouse ground, but Esher still remembered the chilling revulsion. This wasn’t the soft color of Belka’s hair, like a brilliantly blossoming flower; it was a crimson that instilled inexplicable dread in the viewer. That crimson was now flowing from the girl’s genitals. It was a color he saw often after rough play, but the sight of the slender girl’s body bleeding made his heart ache.

“You should have told me if it hurt.”

He would have stopped, though he wasn’t sure if that was true. Esher spoke to Belka, overwhelmed with regret. Even while saying that, he felt his penis, still inside her, swelling again. Still, the girl shook her head lightly.

“Hmph, but it was wonderful. I could feel that Esher wanted me. And even now, like this.”

Belka said, placing her hand on her lower abdomen. Her stomach seemed slightly swollen because his penis was inside; stroking it lovingly, she muttered,

“I’m so happy to be one with you.”

The image of Belka’s strained smile, her attempt to reassure him, stirred his guilt and his penis swelled even further. Esher found his body rebelling against him and that was unmistakable to the girl, still accepting his penis. Belka, now flushed with a rush of blood from both pain and pleasure, looked up at him.

“Uhn, do you…want to do it again?”

Esher couldn’t deny it and turned his face away from her gaze. It would be a lie to say he didn’t want to, but to say it would be too much for Belka. How much time passed with them both flushed? The girl was the first to speak.

“Esher, could you lie down?”

And Belka pushed his upper body. It was impossible for him to be pushed by her little strength, yet he readily complied. This time, his back touched the hard trunk of the zelkova tree. His upper body wasn’t fully exposed as he was wearing a shirt, but he felt sorry for Belka, realizing her skin should be in direct contact with the tree’s hard, coldness. As he pondered her action, he noted that he could now see her entirely. Her nude body, from this perspective below, felt different than when he was on top.

Her soft thighs encasing his body, her hidden cleft still clinging to his member, her flat, unblemished belly where his penis had been pushed slightly outward, her slender waist. Belka rested one hand on her chest, the other on his belly to support her weight as she looked down at him with flushed cheeks. The ends of her delicate, red hair tickled his bare skin. And the moment the girl started moving her hips, an irresistible wave of pleasure washed over him.

“Ugh, haa.”

Every time Belka lifted and lowered her delicate hips, her warm, soft flesh brushed against his penis. The glistening stickiness of his penis threatened to escape, but each time it climbed and returned, swallowing his member into its entirety. She played with him as if teasing him, moving slowly, deliberately, tightly gripping his flesh rod within her secret cleft, never letting go. It felt different than the first time he made love with Belka. Before now, the subtle pleasure of this had been lost because of Esher’s frantic motions.

“Uh…”

The deeper pleasure held him for a long time as she moved slowly. He felt on the verge of release, constantly walking the razor’s edge of ejaculation, a feeling that made him feel hopelessly addicted.

“Ugh!”

Sometimes however, he heard Belka moan in pain; she wasn’t deliberately choosing to do this but was suppressing her pain, moving hips for his sake.

“Hng!”

Now, a hint of pleasure now mixed into Belka’s strained moans. Each time she moved her hips, her red hair swayed, tickling his skin while her wet hidden cleft swallowed his member, spitting it out, making a ‘tsuu-eup’, ‘jijik-jijik’ sound as the stickiness created a clinging sound. A dizzying succession of ecstatic sensations. Belka’s moans continued.

“Hng, haa!”

The girl, whose first experience was filled with pain, slowly, little by little, was getting used to the pleasure. As she moved, Belka seemed oblivious to her own sounds. But even as Esher enjoyed the intense sensations, watched, his penis, buried deep inside the girl, moved independently of its own accord for a second time. This time there was no intention on his part. The pleasure that had been building reached the point that he lost his equilibrium. As the balance broke, and he spewed his seed within her body.

“Ah!”

Having held onto his penis in her cleft until his release, the girl gave a small shriek as she took all of his cum. And as his penis finally emptied, Belka’s voice drifted across to him.

“Ha, did you…like it?”

Beads of sweat trickled down her flawless complexion; Belka breathed out exhausted gasps, that definitely held pleasure in their mixture. As always, her golden gaze reflecting affection, she asked. Above the girl on top of him, the tall zelkova tree towered. The sun’s rays, piercing the rain clouds, shone through the leaves, mirroring the girl; her golden light shone with affection towards the boy. While clearly opposites, they coexisted; a magical, loving scene.

Then, sensing the liquid flowing down him again, Esher sat upright, his face hardening, staring at the girl’s cleft still swallowing his member. Was it blood again? Had he hurt Belka too much? He watched with worry, only to realize that the liquid wasn’t a horrifying crimson, but a transparent white. It was viscous and sticky, and it looked like something from what he’d once witnessed some of his friends doing. He stared blankly, while pondering that, when Belka flushed, explaining,

“That’s semen. When it goes from a man’s penis to a woman’s vagina like this, it creates a baby.”

Belka persisted in educating him on what he’d seemed curious about. But Esher’s curiosity had veered in a different direction.

“Can Belka make a baby, too?”

“…Yes.”

The girl, her face blushing crimson, nodded cautiously in response to his question. Her faint voice rekindled the excitement he thought he’d extinguished.

“Hng?!”

And Belka’s moan. The feeling of warm, soft flesh holding his now hard penis brought back the pleasure. He felt it intensely throughout his body’s surface. This act of sex, even as he was still experiencing it, yielded an incomprehensible, intense thrill. He wondered if the act of creating a child could really feel this good. He wished the experience could continue unendingly without the need for making a child. As his waist pressed close to the girl’s, his member filled her completely.

“Uuu, too much.”

“M-my apologies!”

After that, Esher continued to thrust his member several times, provoking more strained moans, and finally ejaculated again. He could only apologize to Belka, who was struggling even to support herself. She leaned against the zelkova tree, golden eyes expressing anger at him, but she sighed, giving a helpless smile. The relentless torrent of rain had finally stopped. It was time to go home.

“It really was wonderful.”

Esher recalled the event, carefully descending the steep path. He felt uneasy about going home in wet clothes, but it couldn’t be helped. Surprisingly though, his steps felt light as he went back towards the village. At the house, he checked, as usual, to see if anyone had visited his house. As he noticed that nobody was behind his home, he went to check the front when…

“Huh? Mister Mac?”

He saw a man exiting his house. Although heavyset and not conventionally handsome, he was rather appealing with thick arms and a robust physique that spoke of an energetic personality. Esher looked surprised and called out his name. He was one of the many adults in the village who worked as lumberjacks; one of the few who were particularly kind to Esher. He wondered why he was leaving his house.

“Esher? Where have you been? Looks like you’ve gotten soaked in the rain.”

Just as surprised as Esher, Mr. Mac asked the question. Esher couldn’t speak. Mr. Mac continued,

“Actually, I had something I wanted to give you. But you weren’t home, and it was raining, so I waited for the rain to stop before coming. It seemed like a good thing,”

“What is it?”

Esher immediately asked with anticipation at Mr. Macs’ words. While he was usually suspicious when adults offered him gifts, Mr. Mac often gave him food – sometimes fruits or bread from Mrs. Kate – so his anticipation was even greater. Then, Mr. Mac laughed heartily as if he’d been waiting for this question to say,

“It would be no fun if I just told you!”

“Come on, what is it?”

“That’s for you to discover when you go back inside.”

When his senior walked up to him, and placed a large arm around him, ruffling his hair roughly, Esher didn’t mind at all, his curiosity about the gift he’d been left overruling any hesitation. However, he didn’t rashly open the door to enter his house; he escorted him to the door. Even though Mr Mac was kind, if he had been even a little more forward it might have been problematic.

“Goodbye!”

“Good work! Have fun and bring them back before nightfall tomorrow!”

From his last words, the gift seemed like something borrowed rather than given. This implied that the item should be treated with caution, and he silently grew dissatisfied.

“Ugh, borrowing them means it wouldn’t be food, perhaps its toys?”

That didn’t sound good. He’d rather have food or a useful tool. A toy would be fine if he could keep it, but it was different if it were just borrowed. Toys were easy to break, so that would only cause trouble. Thinking that he would likely incur the wrath of Mr. Mac, he put his hand on the door. He surely had to go back his home, but just what could possibly be so fascinating as to cause this reaction. He felt the need to find out. Without any expectations, opening the door, caused Esher to look on, completely dumbfounded.

After all, the item was nothing he had ever thought of. It hugely exceeded his wildest predictions. He even wasn’t sure if it should be called a present. He might have believed that the two loaves of bread next to it were the gift, but Mr. Mac said to return them tomorrow. That definitely excluded the bread, with only one thing, no, one *person* left.

“Yo-you! W-why are you here?!”

In his room was a girl. The girl with long black hair and quite a pretty face was that clearly village idiot that he and his group of friends had seen earlier that day. She gazed at him from inside the room, her eyes like empty pits.