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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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It had been about a month since Dorothea lost her virginity.
Initially awkward even with kissing, she had now become quite proficient in bed, always eager for a drunken romp.
Like a monk who had tasted meat, she couldn’t get enough.
“Kiss, slurp, smooch…”
She kissed me passionately, her short arms wrapped tightly around my neck.
Responding to her enthusiastic lead, I ran my hand along her slender waist, beneath the thin fabric of her black negligee.
“Mmm…”
Dorothea, her skin sensitive to my touch, moaned softly and squirmed.
While her small breasts might give the impression of a boyish figure, her lower body and hips were surprisingly well-developed.
Her plump thighs, peeking out from beneath her short shorts, had a captivating allure. And the way her flesh pressed against her stockings… she knew exactly how to arouse a man.
My hand trailed down her waist, past her hips, and along her smooth thighs.
She had clearly been preparing for my arrival. The lingerie beneath her negligee was already damp with arousal fluids.
As I lightly traced a finger along the wet fabric, Dorothea, still kissing me, gripped my shoulders and trembled, a wave of pleasure washing over her.
She pulled away, her face flushed, her lips wet with our combined saliva.
“Hey, that’s not fair.”
I chuckled and removed my hand from her thigh.
“That’s not unfair. You’re just overly sensitive.”
Dorothea’s face flushed with indignation, but as I began to caress her small breasts, she closed her eyes and moaned softly.
“Ahh… that feels good.”
It was often said that smaller breasts were more sensitive.
And Dorothea was a prime example. She was so sensitive that a simple breast massage was enough to make her forget everything else and lose herself in the pleasure.
I kneaded her small, bare breasts, then gently lifted the fabric of her negligee.
Her pink nipples, contrasting sharply with her tanned skin, stood erect.
I lowered my head and nibbled on one nipple while continuing to massage the other breast.
Her breasts had a firm, almost mochi-like texture, which was surprisingly pleasant to touch.
After teasing her breasts for a while, I moved back up and kissed her briefly.
A silver thread of saliva stretched between our lips before breaking.
I gently kissed Dorothea’s forehead as she gazed at me with passion-filled eyes and then untied the knot at the back of her neck, which held her negligee in place.
The garment slipped off her slender body like a cicada shedding its skin.
Dorothea, now completely naked, shyly tried to cover herself with her arms.
But I gently pulled her arms away, and she said, her face flushed,
“W-What are you looking at?”
I grinned and said what she wanted to hear.
“You’re beautiful.”
Bullseye.
Despite her attempts to appear mature, her inexperience showed as she blushed and lowered her head.
“I-Idiot! Flattery will get you nowhere!”
She tried to sound angry, but the corners of her lips curled upwards.
She normally spouted curses like a sailor, but in bed, she was easily swayed by compliments. It was endearing.
I gently pushed Dorothea, who was fidgeting with her hair and avoiding my gaze, onto the bed.
Her long, red hair spread across the white sheets like a curtain, contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin, creating a seductive image reminiscent of a Persian dancer.
Her attempts to cover her small breasts, her apparent insecurity, only made her more alluring.
She was incredibly arousing.
Was this really Dorothea?
Perhaps her usual braided hairstyle had been suppressing her beauty. Of course, I understood why she kept it tied up; long hair was cumbersome in everyday life.
I kissed her neck and then trailed my lips down her now completely exposed body, stopping at her navel.
Her toned abdomen, with its well-defined muscles, a testament to her active lifestyle, was a sight to behold.
I lightly licked her navel and then moved lower, licking the soft, red hair at the apex of her thighs.
“Hnn…”
Her most vulnerable part was now exposed.
I felt her thighs tense beneath my hands, but I didn’t relent. I gently nibbled on her swollen, red clitoris.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Her reaction was intense.
Dorothea, already aroused, squirted at the slightest touch.
I continued, licking and sucking her.
She tasted slightly sour.
Dorothea’s eyes widened in surprise, and she pushed my head away.
“That’s dirty!”
I ignored her protests and continued.
Dorothea always sucked my cock. It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t reciprocate.
Sex was about giving and receiving pleasure. A one-sided relationship couldn’t last.
Having thoroughly cleaned her with my tongue, I wiped my mouth with my arm and said the words she had been waiting for.
“There’s nothing dirty about your body, Dorothea. …Probably.”
“Probably?! You bastard!”
Dorothea’s indignant shout shattered the intimate atmosphere, and a brief silence filled the room.
“Pfft. Hehehe.”
But that was exactly what I had wanted.
While I enjoyed the slightly more innocent side of Dorothea, I preferred her usual sharp tongue.
Dorothea’s face flushed, realizing she had broken the mood, but unwilling to apologize, she pouted and glared at me.
I gently stroked her cheek.
“I was just kidding. Don’t be mad.”
“Hmph!”
But the mood was broken.
As I was wondering how to appease her, Camilla, who had been silently observing, finally spoke.
“Um…”
“Huh?”
I had completely forgotten about her. I turned my head.
Camilla was standing there, her face flushed, a puddle of clear fluid forming beneath her long skirt.
“If you’re not going to continue, may I… assist you?”
She asked Dorothea for permission.
“Huh? Oh, uh… sure.”
Dorothea, still lying on the bed, looked at Camilla with a dazed expression and nodded.
Camilla unbuttoned her maid skirt.
Slip
Her black skirt slid to the floor, and Camilla, now clad only in white pantyhose, walked over to the bed and sat down beside us.
Her eyes were unfocused and hazy, and a seductive aura emanated from her.
Recognizing her aroused state, I asked cautiously,
“What are you planning to do?”
Camilla formed a circle with her thumb and index finger, miming a sucking motion.
“While Lady Dorothea rests, I’ll… attend to Master Kaldrash.”
Her words, spoken with an expressionless face, her tongue darting out, were surprisingly lewd for a virgin.
Had I opened Pandora’s Box?
The succubus, who had lived a life devoid of sexual experience until now, was learning at a frightening pace, her newfound desire fueling her studies.
“…I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
Gulp
As those words left her lips, I found myself removing my pants, as if in a trance.
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