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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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If you were to compare a person’s process of maturing to a painting, we were only just now painting the night sky.
Sylvia, an immature human, had only taken a few steps towards becoming complete.
Today, Sylvia was getting used to a man’s body by rubbing my cock, and I sat leisurely, feeling her control improve little by little.
Sophia sat next to me with her arms crossed, wagging an invisible tail, and Sylvia, proud of her improving technique, moved her hands even more diligently.
In a way, it was a truly moving moment.
The sacrifice and devotion of touching another man’s cock was a sacred act comparable to the sacrifices of the mature women in old folktales.
Her soft and quick movements, which accurately grasped the shape of my cock and the spots where I felt pleasure, were now at the level of a professional handjob prostitute.
But a person can never become complete by being good at just one thing.
It was like a painting not being complete with just the night sky.
A beautiful field of reeds, a lake shining blue and a shining moon are needed to create a picture, and similarly, one must possess various charms to be truly complete.
“Wait a minute.”
When Sophia grabbed Sylvia’s hand, Sylvia was shaking my cock with a slightly bright face, as if she was impressed with her own talent.
Sophia let go of her hand and stood up.
Sylvia felt anxious at her silent movement and her eyes trembled.
“Wh-why? Did I do something wrong?”
“No. You didn’t do anything wrong. Now that you’re used to touching a man’s cock, shouldn’t you get used to a man touching you?”
“A-a man touching me…?”
Sylvia cautiously looked at me.
Touching my unresisting cock and being touched while unresisting were clearly different matters.
To me, there wasn’t much of a difference between the two, but to Sylvia, there seemed to be quite a difference.
She cautiously glanced at me and then looked at Sophia again.
Sophia was gesturing with her head, urging her to make the right choice.
“You have to practice. What’s the point of being good at just touching a cock? What if Orland tries to hug you tightly, are you going to scream? Are you going to comfort him while showing your displeasure? Orland would like it if you got used to men.”
“R-right?”
The excuse of Orland worked really well on Sylvia.
She nodded at Sophia’s words and stood up abruptly.
She was wearing comfortable clothes today instead of her uniform, which made the sway of her breasts feel even softer.
After I got up and cleared the space, Sophia had Sylvia sit down.
Sylvia, sitting in the spot where I had been sitting just a moment ago, rubbed her legs, which were covered by a thin cloth, and looked up at me with an anxious gaze.
With my cock right in front of her, she was more uncomfortable with me looking at her than with my cock touching her.
I knelt in front of her and met her eyes.
Her golden eyes blinked rapidly and then moved as if to escape to a place where I wasn’t.
I cautiously reached out and grabbed her leg.
“Ugh…!”
As soon as I touched her leg, she lightly twisted it as if she had been electrocuted.
Sophia patted her back and continued to reassure her.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Yes. It’s not scary. I’m right here next to you.”
“Y-yes…”
Sylvia nodded, listening to Sophia’s soothing words.
My hand, which had been rubbing her knee, cautiously moved up and wrapped around her waist.
“Hngh…!”
Every time I touched her, she tried to get used to the unfamiliar sensation.
She was clutching her clothes tightly, and her limbs were trembling, but she was enduring my caresses for her boyfriend.
Watching her expression, I became even more erect, and I felt like I could cum just by rubbing my cock against her body without doing anything else.
Sylvia’s face was flushed red, and she was biting her lip tightly.
I kneaded her waist, and brought my other hand to her breast.
Just before my fingers touched, she was startled by the shadow approaching her breast, pulled back, and covered her chest.
“Ah…!”
This was when Sophia had to step in.
She patted the back of the startled girl, who seemed about to run away, and whispered things in her ear that a friend shouldn’t say.
“Sylvia. We’re trying to help you like this, so why are you running away? Huh? You said you wanted to comfort Orland. So even though it hurts my heart, I’m lending you my boyfriend, but you’re going to act like this?”
“N-no… That’s not what I meant.”
Sylvia seemed flustered by Sophia’s low, sad voice.
When a person who is always cheerful makes an emotional appeal, people can’t help but be flustered.
Instead of relying on rational judgment, it pushes them into the realm of emotion.
Sophia continued to whisper in Sylvia’s ear.
“You have to get used to a man touching your breasts from now on. Men like to touch breasts. If you’re about to do this and that with Orland, and he tries to touch your breasts, are you going to act like this? Orland will be rougher and fiercer.”
“Th-that’s…”
“You have to get used to it. It’s practice. You have to practice to get good at it.”
“Ah, r-right. Practice… I have to.”
Sylvia nodded with a doubtful expression and offered her breasts to me.
The breasts I cautiously touched were larger and softer than any I had ever touched before.
Even just touching them over her clothes, she let out a moan and closed her eyes tightly, and Sophia held onto her hand, which was trying to cover her breasts, and continued to whisper that it was okay.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here next to you. Nothing will happen. Just feel it.”
“Ugh…! Hngh…!”
Sylvia’s fingers touched her lips as she let out a sobbing moan.
A drop of sweat trickled down her forehead, and I could feel her nipples, erect and hard even through her clothes.
I gently caressed them in circles, and when I lightly brushed her erect nipples with my thumb, she couldn’t come to her senses from the thrilling pleasure flowing from the sensitive area.
“Haaah!”
I stopped moving in time with her startled moan, and when she took a deep breath, I started moving again.
Leisurely, slowly.
Six months was a short time if you thought about it, but it could also be a long time.
It was a time when me touching her breasts would soon become me touching between her legs, and soon I would be pinning her down on the bed, and soon she would be lewdly grinding her hips on top of me.
I lightly kissed her over her clothes and teased her by flicking her nipples through the thin fabric.
“Hngh…! Hn…! Ugh…!”
Sophia held onto her as she kept trying to move her fidgeting legs, and I repeatedly caressed her breasts and made her touch my cock.
And when a few days had passed like that, I started to undress her.
Sylvia was startled when I undid her buttons and tried to pull back, and whenever that happened, Sophia would step in and whisper persuasion in her ear.
“You know, you should get used to touching bare breasts too, right?”
“B-but…”
Sylvia shook her head, silently expressing her common-sense rejection.
But it was the demon’s job to overturn that common sense, and it was the demon’s role to make her do foolish things.
When she refused and tried to pull her clothes together, I would rub her breasts, and Sophia would whisper like this.
“Touching bare breasts… feels better…”
“Hngh… Haa…”
“It feels much better than now, and Orland would like a woman who reacts well when he touches her bare breasts…”
“Ah… Ahh…!”
Her eyes wavered.
Her confused mind was filled with irrational thoughts.
My caresses, Sophia’s whispers, led her down the wrong path.
Sylvia’s hands trembled, and she brought them to her own breasts.
I took my hands away so she could easily undo her buttons.
Sylvia started to undo her clothes, muttering words to someone unknown.
“P-practice… I have to…”
Her unbuttoned top and the bra that fell to the floor.
Her disheveled hair and the sweat that flowed from her neck over her breasts, and my palm lightly gripped her pale breasts and kneaded them slowly like dough.
“Ah… Ah…!”
Sylvia was moaning, looking up at the ceiling with a faint smile on her face.
Of course, this was all just practice for Orland.
“Hngh… Ah…! I-if you suck there…!”
Though Orland would never get to taste it.
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Tags: corruption, hypnosis