episode_0096
by fnovelpia
96. Confession
Luna kissed me.
A cute tongue bravely pushing through the gap between lips. A stiffened tongue, as if frozen from tension. Yet it trembled anxiously, moving diligently in its craving for affection.
“Haa… haa….”
After some time fervently wrestling tongues, she parted her lips. Perhaps too nervous to even breathe properly, Luna gasped for air. Forgetting to withdraw her tongue, she panted cutely like a puppy with it still out.
The atmosphere was different from the other sisters.
With Vivian, it felt like an excited clash—each striving to devour the other in a fierce contest. Adel, meanwhile, made me feel like she was using her authority and power to toy with me. Though the tables always turned until the situation devolved into a ‘disciplinary lesson,’ anyway….
But with Luna… it was as if…
She waited for me—like a puppy longing to be loved. That fragile demeanor, hoping I would yearn for her, just like women from my original world. The figure of a female desiring to be desired by a male.
Still, I gripped Luna’s shoulders as she gasped. Both of us were too worked up, so I gently eased her back and calmly asked:
“Was that… a confession?”
I couldn’t help but ask seriously.
In medieval times, the notion of a noble and a commoner dating was unthinkable. Putting it in extreme terms, it was akin to a human harboring romantic feelings for a chimpanzee. For commoners, the best they could hope for was becoming a concubine or a sex slave…
But a **confession**?
Was this genuinely about love and romance? My heart thundered so loudly from anticipation that it almost frightened me.
Luna smiled faintly and whispered to me:
“Yeah… I want to stay with you forever.”
Unable to resist, I pulled her waist tightly against me as she wished. Lifting her light frame effortlessly, I gently laid her down on a nearby bed. By this point, Luna had already guessed what came next.
Sprawled on the bed, she reached out her arms as if silently pleading to be held.
“Take all of me… every last bit of my embarrassing first time.”
She drove me mad.
Eventually, our lips met again, and our navels pressed together. Luna—Grace’s mightiest general, lauded for her prowess—clung to me helplessly, as though surrendering to her femininity.
Her face melted at my kiss, her expression dissolving into bliss.
As I slowly peeled off her robes and traced my lips down to her breasts, she clenched her eyes shut, suppressing soft gasps. When I moved toward her navel, even that proved sensitive—her fists twisted the sheets as sensations overwhelmed her. And when I reached her most sacred place, the moans she had been holding back finally spilled out.
“Haa…♡ I-I’m ready….”
Was she just naturally sensitive?
Or was it the mood amplifying everything? I couldn’t tell, but I undid my pants and pulled out my weapon.
A towering **21cm** monstrosity.
For anyone else, its sheer size might’ve been terrifying…
“I love **everything** about you… so I’m not scared.”
Spurred by her sweet words, I nudged it against her dripping entrance.
Her hairless mound was likely a trait of the Grace bloodline.
Unlike Vivian or Adel’s, Luna’s petals shyly parted—her delicate inner lips asserting themselves in an adorable way.
My patience had run out. Firmly pressing the tip inside, I pushed deeper.
“Nngh…!!”
Luna’s delicate brow wrinkled as she squeezed her eyes shut.
It looked like a reaction to pain.
But I hadn’t even reached her hymen yet…
With a nagging suspicion, I voiced my question:
“Don’t tell me… you’ve never even fingered yourself?”
“Virginity is a noble’s virtue, after all….”
So then—
No hands had ever touched her.
Not even her **own**.
That untouched fortress was now pried open by **me**.
The satisfaction was incomparable.
I didn’t **want** to hurt her, but—
“It’s okay…♡”
With her reassurance, I sheathed myself completely inside her.
Not slowly or gently—but in **one swift thrust**.
Deep enough to tear her maidenhood and bruise her cervix in the coldest way possible.
Tears prickled at the corners of Luna’s eyes.
Her first time wasn’t with playful teasing or timid exploration—but a **21cm** monstrosity barging in uninvited.
Yet despite the pain, she comforted **me**.
“I-I-I’m fine… really…!”
I already knew what to do from my experiences with Vivian.
After the initial plunge, I had to wait—let her adjust.
Luna’s walls clenched around me **painfully**, as if shocked by the invasion.
To soothe her, I pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Uu… ngh….”
As I held her, Luna flung her arms around my neck.
Through tearful eyes, she whispered:
“It… it actually really hurts….”
This was the first time since becoming Grand Marshal that Luna revealed her emotions.
She had always strived to meet Erica’s expectations.
But beneath the armor of duty and power, **human Luna** was just a noble family’s youngest daughter.
Now, for the first time, she honestly admitted her pain.
And then, she made a request.
“If you… just kiss me… it’ll feel better….”
Was she sincere, or just being coy?
I couldn’t tell.
But if my girlfriend asked, I couldn’t refuse.
With that thought, our lips met again.
This time, I took the lead, swirling my tongue inside her mouth.
My technique, honed from Vivian and Adel, slowly melted Luna’s expression.
Her pussy, which had clamped down in painful resistance, gradually relaxed—even twitching with pleasure.
Sticky arousal seeped out as her walls subtly loosened, silently urging me to move.
Once we broke the kiss, she steadied her breath and gazed into my eyes.
“Nh… now move…♡”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Just **move** already…♡”
Luna demanded I start thrusting—then buried her face against my chest and whined.
“I-I don’t want my boyfriend to think I’m some… perverted slut…!”
My heart raced.
In my original world, I’d already held two stunning women—beautiful enough to rival celebrities.
Vivian was like wild animals coupling—pleasure-seeking sex partners.
Adel treated me as a toy until discipline flipped the script.
But Luna was different.
Unlike them, she made this a **confirmed relationship**.
Calling me **boyfriend**, laying bare her unfiltered self.
And so, matching her honesty, I told her:
“I love you, Luna. Whether you’re a Grand Marshal… or a pervert.”
Still nestled in my arms, Luna nodded without showing her face.
Like a shy cat, she was unbearably adorable.
“Me too….”
Muffled into my chest, her whisper was barely audible.
Determined to return her love, I slowly began moving my hips.
Each thrust elicited musical moans from Luna.
Resorting to pleasure instinctively, she raked her nails against my back like a cat clinging for dear life.
Though it stung somewhat, I barely noticed—
My recovery was too good for mere scratches to matter.
All I cared about was connecting with her.
“Ahhk!♡ Hng, haah…♡”
With every plunge, the sweetest symphony spilled from her lips.
I pistoned faster, ravaging her depths mercilessly.
Grace’s mightiest general lay beneath me, her pussy **malfunctioning**—gushing clear fluids with each thrust.
Eventually, she snarled like an animal, clamping her teeth around her own tongue.
Her sopping-wet muscle kept flicking out, as if begging for another kiss.
Instead, I pressed my thumb against her lips—which she obediently licked, crying out between slurps.
The sight pushed me to the edge.
“Luna… I’m cumming…!”
Just as I tried pulling out—
Luna **locked** her legs around my waist, refusing to let go.
She even **reinforced** her grip with **mana**, unleashing her full strength.
“W-Wait, not **inside**—!”
Flustered, I stared at her—
But Luna just gazed back with those deep blue eyes.
“It’s okay….”
She squeezed me tighter, ensuring I couldn’t escape.
Then, pulling me close, she whispered a husky request into my ear:
“I **want** a baby…♡”
And with that—
My sanity **shattered**.
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The next morning.
After an unforgettable night.
A ticklish, pleasant sensation radiated from my lower half.
When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw…
“Eheunaheo? (You awake?)”
Luna, already sucking my cock first thing in the morning.
Half-asleep and dazed from pleasure, I mumbled:
“Starting this early?”
“No… It just looked too delicious.”
She popped my shaft from her mouth and answered shamelessly.
Taking **morning head** purely because it ‘looked tasty’—what a brat.
Soon, her skilled sucking mixed with my own handwork drew out my cum—which she swallowed whole.
Once done, she leaned in for her favorite thing—kissing.
But then—
“Wait….”
She suddenly pulled away and scurried to the bathroom.
After meticulously freshening up with toothpaste and mint—
She returned, puckering her lips for a kiss.
What an **amazing** girlfriend.
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