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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Whoosh—
Rain poured down, accompanied by flashes of lightning.
A cold autumn rain.
Beatrice shivered and clung to Johan as the downpour intensified.
“…Cold.”
“Yeah. This isn’t as warm as I thought it would be.”
Beatrice realized that even books could be wrong.
She had followed the book’s instructions, embracing him naked, but instead of getting warmer, she felt colder.
She stared blankly ahead, then realized the problem.
“Johan, take yours off too.”
“Hm?”
“It said… that if we both take our clothes off, it creates… synergy… and makes us warmer. But only I took my clothes off, so… I’m getting colder…”
Johan frowned, looking at her with a troubled expression.
“That’s… not a good idea right now…”
“Whyyy?”
“Because… you’re naked…”
“…What does that have to do with anything?”
Beatrice tilted her head, confused, and Johan sighed, explaining.
“Men and women… shouldn’t be naked together.”
“But we’re friends.”
“That’s why. This kind of thing… is for people who are… closer.”
“Closer? I want to be closer to Johan.”
Saying those words made her feel warm. Beatrice thought it must be the effect of grinding against him earlier.
She should have done it more. Well, it wasn’t too late. Beatrice started moving her hips again.
She felt warmer, faster this time. And something in her lower abdomen twitched, releasing more vaginal fluids…
“…Sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“I don’t know why… but it keeps coming out… You must be cold too, with me getting your underwear all wet…”
Beatrice apologized to Johan. Sorry for leaking, sorry for soiling his underwear… Johan, hearing this, let out a shaky breath.
He stared at the ceiling of the cave, then, seemingly having made up his mind, lifted Beatrice and removed his underwear.
His penis, freed from its confinement, sprang forth, slapping against Beatrice’s navel. Hot and hard.
“Warm…”
“Yes…”
Beatrice, looking at Johan, who seemed to have given up on resisting, continued moving her hips.
Then she realized something was wrong. She looked down.
Johan’s penis, previously hidden beneath their underwear, was now between them, creating distance, preventing her from properly grinding against him.
Beatrice, frowning at this obstacle, grabbed his penis and placed it beneath her.
“B-Beatrice!? What are you—”
“It’s… in the way.”
“But… why there…?”
“It was already here, wasn’t it? Why? Is this wrong?”
Beatrice looked at Johan, who was staring at her, dumbfounded, and moved her hips experimentally.
Her flesh, pressing against his erect penis, moved back and forth. Friction created heat.
It was the same motion as before, just without the underwear. Johan, realizing this, closed his mouth. Beatrice, no longer obstructed, continued moving her hips.
“Hah… mnh—hng…”
Large, hard, throbbing, veiny—her flesh rubbed against it, creating waves of pleasure.
Especially when the small bud between her folds brushed against the tip of his penis, a jolt of electricity shot through her.
“What is this… it feels… good…”
A melting sensation spread through her body. Like soaking in a warm bath, but more intense.
She felt like this pleasure would consume her, burn her from the inside out, yet she couldn’t stop.
She craved it, moving her hips faster.
“Hah—mnh, hng! Hah, haaah—hnnn…!”
She clung to Johan, her arms wrapped around him for support, as she continued grinding against him.
She was becoming quite skilled at this, keeping their bodies connected. The slickness of her arousal only increased the speed and intensity.
“Ugh, hng—mmn… Haah, hnnn—hah, hnnn—hng! Hk—hnnn—!?”
And then—it happened.
Beatrice’s eyes rolled back as she felt something… invade her.
Something thick, blunt, like a knife, pushing inside her. Something she had never experienced before, something she couldn’t comprehend.
It was his penis. And surprisingly, it could go inside her.
“J-Johan… I… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“…Why are you apologizing?”
“I… swallowed… the thing that makes you feel good… now you… can’t… feel good anymore…”
Beatrice, tears welling up in her eyes, apologized to Johan. Sorry for eating his penis, sorry for ruining his fun…
Johan, who had remained silent even when she’d been grinding against him, even when he’d accidentally entered her, couldn’t hold back any longer.
He couldn’t bear to hear this young witch apologizing for taking his penis inside her.
“Beatrice.”
“Sniff, hm?”
“It’s okay. I can still… feel good.”
“Really…? How…?”
“Like this.”
Smack—!
Johan lifted her hips and thrust.
His penis, already slick with her fluids, slid easily inside. A trickle of blood mixed with her arousal, and a moan echoed through the cave.
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Evangeline emerged into the living room and tilted her head, seeing it empty. She found a note on the kitchen table and read it.
“Gone to gather materials with Beatrice…?”
It was getting late. Evangeline then noticed the torrential downpour outside.
The rain was so heavy she worried they might be in trouble.
‘Well, they have a witch with them…’
Dismissing the thought of them being stranded, Evangeline then considered the implications of a man and a woman, alone together, seeking shelter from the rain.
It was a recipe for… something, but she wasn’t particularly concerned. It was Beatrice, after all.
A young witch who probably still believed babies were delivered by storks. Evangeline didn’t expect anything to happen between her and Johan.
“They wouldn’t…”
She chuckled and began preparing breakfast for her disciple, who was probably having a miserable time in the rain.
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“Johan, Johaaan…!”
Squish, squelch—!
The sound of his penis stretching and entering her echoed through the cave. Beatrice, her legs wrapped tightly around Johan’s waist, moaned with pleasure.
Small and newly deflowered, her vagina was tighter than any Johan had experienced.
Even Hecaterina, with a similar build, wasn’t this tight.
“Hng, haaah—! Mmn, hnnn…!”
“Beatrice, stick out your tongue.”
“Tongue…? Hng— Okay…!”
Following Johan’s command, Beatrice obediently stuck out her tongue. Johan, seeing her pink flesh, took it into his mouth without hesitation.
Sweet, almost milky—the scent of innocence clung to Beatrice.
The scent fueled his guilt, making his already large penis swell even more.
“Hnnn—!”
Beatrice moaned, feeling his penis growing inside her. She was instinctively learning how to control her muscles, how to tighten and relax them.
And she was learning what pleased Johan… despite her young age, perhaps because she was a witch, she was a quick study, her curiosity and innate talent guiding her.
Johan, feeling her tightening around him, felt a surge of pleasure.
“Bea… trice…!”
“Hng, mm!”
“I’m going to cum! Take it!”
Beatrice didn’t understand what he meant.
But her body, her primal instincts, responded, squeezing him tightly. Johan ejaculated.
Spurt, spurt—! He came again and again, filling her small vagina until it overflowed, spilling out.
Pinkish semen, mixed with her blood, trickled down her thighs… Beatrice, her tongue lolling out, looked at Johan with dazed eyes.
“More…?”
“…Honestly…”
Johan, looking at the young witch instinctively trying to seduce him, resumed his thrusts.
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on bro id rather have beatrice just be a little sister character but this is alright