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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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I gently pulled Camilla’s body closer.
It was unexpected. Her height was almost the same as mine, but her frame was smaller. Had I been mistaken because of her long limbs? Or had my own frame become more robust.
She took my hand and unhesitatingly brought it to her lower abdomen. She pressed down gently, as if telling me to touch and feel.
As the hard muscles relaxed, I felt a pulse and vibration that was hot and yet thumping. The heat from my palm was added. A feeling of digging deeper into warm mud.
She pressed her buttocks against my lower half, and just as I thought she was sliding up and down, she swayed slightly to the side. As if unsatisfied, as if unfulfilled. Or perhaps a little rest and the morning warmth had revitalized her.
I sat on the bed and stretched out my legs. I sat Camilla on my right thigh.
Words were unnecessary. We read each other through gestures, gazes, and movements. If not, we gently guided each other.
Before long, Camilla, on my thigh, moved her body, her waist, as if riding a horse. One arm was on my shoulder, and with the other arm and hand, she held the space between my legs.
It was a little uncomfortable and creaky, but as we pressed close to each other, it somehow fit. We changed our positions little by little, helping each other settle in better.
The problem was, I was hungry. Seeing her breasts swaying in front of me, my mouth filled with saliva.
Camilla supported one breast and held it out to me. I bit down on it without thinking. It was a little strong, to the point where I thought, oops.
“Ah.”
This was a scream from real pain. Camilla turned her head. It was morning, but it was dark, so I couldn’t see, but I think her eyes must have welled up with tears.
“Sorry.”
“…It’s okay.”
Camilla slid down my thigh. She quietly hugged me and patted me, then reached a hand down below and laughed.
“…But if you get this timid, it just makes me more embarrassed.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Camilla snuggled into me. She seemed to be gently rubbing her cheek against me, then she caressed my cheek and chin.
“Johan, you were a good boy, huh?”
“You have no idea how good a person I am.”
“Then, you were originally this good and gentle, but you were only mean to me.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Camilla was faster. She pushed my mouth open and thrust her tongue in. For a while, for a long while, we sank into each other, then rose up together to breathe.
Camilla moved her hips more strongly than before.
She pressed her groin against my thigh, like a massage, like stamping a seal. She wrapped her two arms around my shoulders and neck, touched my chest, and repeatedly bit and licked my shoulder and neck.
Her movements became more intense, but the amplitude narrowed.
A low howl that I couldn’t tell if it was crying or if she was possessed flowed from Camilla’s mouth. She could barely even hold her head up straight.
Only her hair, her long red hair, swayed and swayed back and forth in front of my eyes. It was still dark, but I could still see her face to some extent. Her eyes were shut tight, but her mouth was open, and she kept smiling.
I thought I knew what was going to happen. Yesterday was the first time, and I was flustered. It was similar now, but I would be a little more used to it than yesterday.
But perhaps Camilla was tired too. It felt like she was constantly slumping. My eager heart was urging me on, but my body felt like it was getting more and more sluggish. I lightly stroked Camilla’s back, her chest.
I knew where she was weak.
In one go, she arched her back greatly and covered her mouth. Her body, gaining momentum, moved on its own to find pleasure, closing her legs, arching her back, and pressing. Pressing. Pressing, until finally.
With a single, cut-off, short cry, she crumbled. The thigh she was on became sticky and damp. Camilla was still trying to force herself to stay upright, but this time I also accepted her.
Camilla, her body completely paralyzed by pleasure, trembled defenselessly in my embrace.
But it was different from yesterday. Today, she looked much more comfortable. She twitched, but it was just the afterglow, and she didn’t try to hide or conceal it.
No matter how much it was covered by the blackout curtains, she didn’t hide herself, soaked in color, but revealed it.
Because there was no need to.
“I like you.”
Because Camilla liked me and wanted me to know. That I could make her this flushed.
Quietly, I held her so she could calm down. Like a baby bird, Camilla shook her head and finally let out a long breath. She dropped her arm and nudged my groin. At some point, it had become spirited again.
“…Sorry, Johan.”
“For what?”
“It’s my first time, so I’m probably very clumsy.”
Camilla, who had pushed me away, swayed a little. At first, I thought it was because her stamina had dropped, or because she was dizzy from the afterglow.
But it wasn’t. She knelt on the thick blanket under the bed. And she signaled for me to sit on the edge of the bed.
She carefully swept back her hair, and ha, hoo, she caught her breath. She opened a bottle of water and gulped. gulp, she drank.
“Clumsy?”
Instead of answering my question, Camilla placed both her hands on my thighs.
“I have no intention of hurting you either.”
She slapped my thigh again. This time, she pressed the inside of both with her thumbs. Then, ahem, she cleared her throat. It seemed she couldn’t help but be nervous.
“I was the only one…. who felt good. So, I have to do it too. And I’m hungry. But your chest is smaller than mine, anyway.”
Slap.
Camilla slapped my thigh.
“Spread them. Quickly.”
In fact, if you just looked at that, it didn’t go so well. Well, if I were used to it, that would be a strange story in its own right.
“…I’m sorry. I was trying to make you feel good. I think I just scared you.”
I answered, burying my face between her breasts. Even now, her breasts were fully swollen. To the point where I worried they would be very sore just by touching her underwear because they were so sensitive.
“It was good. Really. I was just more surprised than it was good.”
“Really?”
“I couldn’t have imagined it.”
“…Actually, me too. But, I… it was a little disappointing, but I don’t think it was bad. My jaw aches a bit, though.”
“…It did?”
“Because I could see you were happy.”
In the middle of it all, kneeling between my legs, Camilla had looked up at me. Each time, my thighs had tensed and blood had rushed there.
At the last moment, I hastily waved my hand at Camilla. Camilla, who had taken her mouth off and stood up, held my groin with one hand and supported below with the other, then brought it close to her stomach. She held the tip to the slightly swollen area below her navel.
“Here.”
Camilla didn’t stop her hand play. Even when I finally collapsed on the bed, panting for breath. Until I was completely exhausted and limp as if my back would break. Camilla, who had roughly wiped herself with the blanket on the floor, climbed onto the bed and lay down next to me.
And now we were lying like this, diagonally, talking to each other.
Grumble.
Camilla playfully patted her stomach. An empty, resounding sound.
“It says it’s hungry.”
“Me too.”
“It must be morning now, right?”
“I think so.”
But both of us just said that and didn’t move an inch. Camilla turned over to the other side.
“…How was the game? I…. I really liked it.”
“I’m happy.”
It was sincere. Camilla’s body seemed to stiffen a little. I turned her back toward me. Now she couldn’t hide even with the darkness. As if she were now embarrassed, Camilla’s breathing became ragged.
But now, I thought I knew why she had insisted on calling it a game. She had wanted to open my heart. If I didn’t like it, or if I refused, we could just pass it off as a game, to make it easier for both of us.
“…It’s not a game. Really.”
Camilla’s eyes became wet. I could see the joy filling her face.
“…Did I, did I do it?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I guess we have to stop the hand game now?”
Startled, I reflexively grabbed her waist. Perhaps my posture was a more pleasing answer than my unseen expression, as Camilla let out a small laugh.
“…You, really.”
I was about to flick her, but instead, I gave her butt a light slap. I showed her my hand as if I was going to hit her, and lightly. Camilla flinched in surprise and closed her legs.
“I really shouldn’t do it.”
Slap. And again, slap. Gradually taking more strength out of it, but lightly on the fleshy parts. Camilla’s body grew hotter and hotter.
“Really not going to do it? You’re not?”
“N-noo. Nooo… I won’t, nnngh!”
“Even like this?”
Lightly, it seemed Camilla felt it. While trying hard to press her lower lip, she trembled, holding back a laugh, a moan, and the lingering heat. I wrapped my arms around her butt and patted her gently. Though it wasn’t a size that could be held in one hand.
“…What if, Johan.”
“Yeah.”
“If we share more, and exchange more…. The virus in your body will get stronger too, right?”
“I think so.”
“The pheromones your virus produces will get stronger too. It excites people, or opponents.”
“Cassandra said it was still weak. Mine, and yours too.”
Camilla’s hand reached out. She gently placed her hand on my face.
“The more I want you, the more I accept you…. The more those other girls who like you will be unable to hold back.”
“I guess so? Whether they like me or want to kill me.”
“Then I’m doing something that could be bad for you.”
“I don’t think so, Camilla.”
This time, I gently stroked and caressed her.
“Whatever it does to my body, I won’t care. If it’s a good thing, I’ll use it, and if it’s a bad thing, I’ll have to find a way to get rid of it. And I don’t want to let go of my relationship with you for just that reason. I wouldn’t have known if I didn’t know, but now I do.”
“But whenever that happens, you…”
Don’t you think of profit before your heart? It was true. In fact, if you had to pick one, that was it. But,
“I don’t calculate when it comes to something I really like. The act of calculating itself means it’s not what I like the most.”
Hearing my answer, Camilla was silent for a moment. She buried her face in my chest with her head bowed. It seemed to be getting a little wet.
“I like you. Camilla. I was scared to say it. And because I didn’t want to lose what I liked again, I tried not to like anything. So, I kept it all bottled up and lived.”
“…Even now?”
A low, echoing voice, as if her forehead were pressed against a door.
“…A little.”
I answered honestly. This couldn’t be helped. That’s how I had lived. The days I had lived wouldn’t change so easily overnight.
“But I want to change. Will you help me?”
Camilla didn’t answer. She sighed softly and pulled back.
She got off the bed. With her back turned, I couldn’t see her expression or her gestures.
“…I need to wash up.”
Camilla wrapped herself in the blanket that had fallen on the floor. With her slender hands, she took out a change of clothes and toiletries. She moved her feet and placed the LED lamp at the entrance of the tent on the floor and turned it on. A soft light spread across the floor.
“Johan?”
“Yeah.”
“On that wall over there, do you see the brown travel carrier? In the corner.”
It was the smallest one among the ones lined up in a row.
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