A few days have passed since Lena’s maiden graduation.

    In the meantime, there was no success in finding the bastard who sent the letter. I asked the inn’s employees and guests if they had seen anyone suspicious, but they all just shook their heads.

    Fortunately, the opponent has not made any significant moves yet. I wondered if he had left a threatening letter to Catherine, so I asked him around, but he seemed completely unaware.

    ‘It won’t end like this.’

    It was clear that he was thinking about what kind of dastardly trick he would pull this time. It would be easier to deal with it if you just knew what you want. Such a cowardly bastard who doesn’t even reveal his identity.

    If the opponent had been a knight, he would have fought me fair and square, but like a petty wizard, he used a cruel trick.

    I don’t know if she’s a bitch or a bastard, but if I catch her, I’ll cut her in half.

    “What are you thinking like that?”

    “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought about something else for a moment.”

    Karen smiled softly.

    “It’s okay. Ethan, who is thinking about something else, is also handsome.”

    “Ahaha… I’m embarrassed.”

    Today is a holiday. Karen and I are having lunch.

    We met in the morning, had some quality time in my room, and then went to a restaurant near the inn.

    Today too, it ended with just caressing without any sex. Karen’s body was still sensitive and she quickly reached climax. Of course, it didn’t end in just one time.

    I made Karen go away a few times and I also got caught in Karen’s hands and mouth.

    It’s a shame there’s no sex, but the happiness of emotional connection fulfilled me in a different way than physical pleasure. Just being skin-to-skin with Karen filled something in my heart.

    After all, a relationship with someone you love is different from an action without love. Rather than volatilizing right away, the warmth seeped deep inside.

    Even though it was the same kiss, unlike the kiss with Catherine, the kiss with Karen was more affectionate and conveyed each other’s feelings intact, giving the ecstasy of the spirit beyond the body.

    Only she could embrace me with pure and beautiful love. This was something other women could not do.

    … Still, I still want to have proper sex with Karen as soon as possible.

    You can’t be sexless forever. I also feel guilty.

    “Karen.”

    Karen munched on her food and looked at me. It looked just like a squirrel.

    “Shall we do skinship more often?”

    “Yes?”

    Misaligned pitch. Karen giggled with a red face as if she had heard the news.

    “Here, drink some water.”

    He quickly handed me a cup of water. It’s true that I brought this up a bit out of the blue, but I didn’t expect it to be that embarrassing. Even though he is constantly doing dirty things while dating me, does he still lack immunity?

    Of course, I liked that look because it was cute and pure.

    Karen took the cup and drank it down. Fortunately, the color returned quickly and the coughing subsided.

    “That… Was it too sudden?”

    “Jo, a little bit. I was a little surprised.”

    “I’m sorry. I said what was on my mind too quickly.”

    Karen waved her hand.

    “No, no! You don’t have to apologize. Rather, skinship… .”

    “Oh, the only skinship we do in our daily lives involves holding hands or lightly kissing, but I thought why not try something a little different?”

    “For example?”

    “Well, it would be okay for Karen to wrap her arms around my waist, touch my butt, or put her arm around my shoulder.”

    “Everything else is the same, but touching the butt… .”

    Karen trailed off with an embarrassed look on her face. Sure, touching the buttocks didn’t feel a bit obscene, but it was okay for Karen to touch as much as she wanted.

    “It’s okay if it’s Karen. I’m showing others that I’m Karen’s man, right? There’s no way you wouldn’t like it.”

    I leaned over the table. He looked into Karen’s eyes and whispered with a subtle smile.

    “My body and mind are all Karen’s, so what’s the problem? Every time Karen’s hand touches me, I feel better because I feel whose man I am.”

    Karen’s face turned bright red. In her blue eyes, shame and joy as a woman coexisted. Making a man hers was like a medal for a woman, and Karen seemed to be no exception.

    I loosened the front buckle slightly. Her clothes were low-cut and her nipples were barely visible.

    “Now, wait a minute, Ethan… !”

    Karen stretched her arms forward and shouted softly. However, the outstretched arm could not reach me and only vaguely flicked in the air.

    This was possible because we were in a corner seat and my back was to another table. If it had been an exposed position, this wouldn’t have happened. Who would do this to please someone?

    I held Karen’s outstretched hand as if shaking her hand and tickled the back of her hand with my thumb.

    “It’s better to eat good things while watching good things, right? Don’t worry, it won’t be visible to other people. Only Karen can see it. It’s a privilege unique to Karen, whom I love.”

    As soon as I let go of her hand, Karen slowly retreats. He didn’t say anything, but he looked at me with a mixture of love and desire.

    However, it was not muddy and damp. Although it was a desire, he still retained the freshness and shyness befitting a 21-year-old.

    Karen had a meal that was pleasing to both her eyes and tongue. I didn’t look at him openly, but he kept glancing at me, to the point where I was more concerned.

    I found it cute when he looked at me with a heated gaze and pulled down his collar with his hand to show me his nipples, making me blush in embarrassment. Even though we’ve seen each other naked, it’s surprising to this degree.

    If it was Karen-like, it was Karen-like. In a word, it means good.

    When I got up after eating, I opened my front door again. Karen looked at my chest with regretful eyes, but didn’t say anything.

    I didn’t want others to see me like this, and Karen wouldn’t want other women to see her boyfriend’s skimpy outfit.

    We left the restaurant and walked down the street.

    Wiggle, wiggle.

    Karen, who was walking next to me, kept wiggling her fingers. It seemed like he was aware of what I said in the restaurant.

    I asked him to touch my butt, but I thought it was too much to not even hold his hand.

    I took her hand and made her wrap her arms around my waist.

    “Ah… !”

    Karen was embarrassed but did not resist. They were guided obediently by my guidance.

    A hand passed by my waist and grabbed my side.

    Karen wasn’t used to this kind of thing, so I felt a little awkward, but I was satisfied because it felt like I was being confirmed whose man I was.

    My arms, which were stiff at first, became more natural over time. It wrapped around my waist tightly without applying too much force.

    When we walked around holding each other’s hands, I walked confidently, but now that I was here with Karen, I started to act like a man of dignity.

    His gait became slower than usual and his gaze was slightly directed downward. His overall demeanor had a masculine tone.

    ‘If this is enough… .’

    Maybe more than this is possible.

    When we entered a quiet alley, I whispered in Karen’s ear that this was the time.

    “Butt… Please hold me… .”

    I felt strength going into my hands. A look of hesitation. I felt hesitation.

    Is this still too much?

    I felt a little disappointed. I tried my best to seduce myself, but it was disappointing that it ended with just my waist.

    ‘But it’s still making steady progress.’

    Just having it naturally wrap around her waist was a remarkable growth for her.

    That’s when your butt thinks you should make a promise for the next time.

    “… … !”

    I felt a hand cautiously but clearly placed on my hip.

    It’s only a little bit, but Karen is touching my butt. It was my first time touching someone outside of a motel room.

    When I glanced at Karen’s face, she turned her head slightly and avoided eye contact. I couldn’t see his expression clearly, but his ears were bright red. It seemed like she had made a big decision.

    I felt like teasing him a little because of his cute appearance. I spoke in a low voice that others could not hear.

    “If other people see us, they will know for sure that I am Karen’s man.”

    The hand on my hip trembled.

    “You can squeeze harder and tighter. You can touch Karen anytime, anywhere. This ass belongs to Karen.”

    When I said that, my hands became stronger. It wasn’t strong, but it was thrilling enough.

    “How do you feel? This isn’t bad, right?”

    Karen nodded gently. Although she couldn’t face me yet, the hand on her hip represented her sincerity.

    I laughed to myself and enjoyed the feel of his hands. It was successful.

    We enjoyed the walk with our hands and hips connected. Karen felt even more shy in places where there were a lot of passers-by, but even though she fidgeted a bit, she didn’t let go of her hands.

    For me, it was actually nice to keep fidgeting with my hands because it stimulated my buttocks.

    Every time people looked at Karen and me, it felt like they were making a declaration about whose man I was and whose woman I was.

    I am Karen’s man. I wanted other women to know that I was a man who didn’t resist when Karen touched his butt, and was willing to accept even worse things.

    Desire as a man. As a person, you can shine in many different ways, but as a man, you can only shine by the side of a woman.

    At least that was the case for me.

    It was very valuable to be by my beloved Karen’s side and show that I was her man.

    Likewise, I was glad that Karen treated me like her man.

    To be honest, as a man, the act of casually putting his hand on my butt (not that it really was anything) on the street like now was something I would be proud of.

    I felt sorry for those who could not enjoy this joy. I thought that if I died without fully experiencing the joy that can be felt as a man, it would be like losing more than half of my life.

    I said it with all my sincerity.

    “I love you Karen.”

    Karen, who had not been able to look at my face for a while, looked straight at me and responded.

    “I love you too.”

    Although she still feels shy, Karen massages her buttocks with a playful expression and whispers love… .

    Really… .

    Oh, I’m embarrassed.

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