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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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“Camilla…?”
Camilla tilted her head. Her slightly damp hair hung limp.
“This is a game.”
“…What are you talking about, Camilla?”
“I said it’s a game. You’re more delicate and tender than you look, so if I’m too rough, I feel like you’ll run away or escape. I don’t want things between us to get too heavy either.
So this is a game. A light… hand game.”
Camilla put one hand on the band of her dolphin shorts, and with the other, she held the condom wrapper. She bit the edge lightly and looked at me provocatively.
I had no idea what she wanted me to do. This was the first time I was in a situation like this. The buzz of alcohol vanished, and I was suddenly sober.
First, I crawled back into the tent. I tore open the wrapper with my hands.
“…You cut your nails well, right?”
“Why have you been talking about nails since earlier?”
Camilla got a little annoyed. A slightly different kind of annoyance than before.
“I thought so, and you really are. It’s a hand game, you idiot. You don’t know what a ‘hand game’ is?”
“…Ah.”
I understood. I awkwardly put it on my right index finger. It felt like if I opened my mouth again, I would ruin the mood.
First, I had to get her out of the tent. The floor seemed like it would be hard. The bed was better. I kissed her and gently pulled her, leading her out of the tent.
On the way out, I bumped the LED lamp and the light went out, but it wasn’t a problem. My eyes were already more than used to the dark, and we were very close to each other.
I gently pulled Camilla’s hand to my clothes. At the careful movement of her hand, my clothes fell away one by one. I pulled down the dolphin shorts that were still hanging on her body.
They fell to the floor with a thud, but Camilla didn’t take them off completely. She sat down on the bed with them caught on one ankle.
The mattress was queen size. It was a bit narrow for two, but not impossible to lie down on.
Perhaps because she was emboldened by the darkness, Camilla provocatively stuck out her chest and extended the leg with the shorts on it. When I tried to grab it with my hand, she said no.
“Hey. Camil…”
“Let’s just not talk.”
“You’re talking right now.”
“Are you a kid, really? You read zombies so well, but people…”
It’s because I’m extremely flustered and at a loss. I’m already past my limit.
“Uh. Um…”
“…Kek.”
She chided me and then laughed to herself. She was drunk. Definitely drunk.
“Still, it’s a relief.”
“What is?”
“That you, and I. Are both clumsy. And, that the reason you hesitate is because of that.”
Camilla let the shorts drop with a thud. She covered the underwear that was barely covering her with her palm. She just covered it, but it looked as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
“Still, you don’t get it?”
Camilla’s voice was now getting dry. It was gradually cooling down. And I could no longer hide it.
“I get it.”
“I won’t ask you to be brave. I don’t know what you’ve been through. But… I don’t want to just watch you like that. Because of that…”
Camilla’s leg touched me. She curled her toes, and as they traveled up my leg, she gave a slight pinch.
“Because of that, I like you too much.”
Following my heart, I approached Camilla without hesitation. Her face looked a bit drained, but also relieved.
“You know you’re in the negative until now, right?”
“Sorry.”
I kissed her quietly and carefully laid her down on the bed. I was confident in this, as I had done it often. I knew how Camilla liked to be held, where and how to touch her to make her arch her back slightly. When she twisted her body, where she wanted to be touched.
Camilla twisted her body more than usual. It was like soothing a cat acting cute. But it didn’t last long.
“…Still, today, since I’ve made up my mind. Really, let’s not talk now. We always seem to mess up when we talk at times like these.”
“I think so too.”
“So I’m saying this for the last time, make me feel good. Then.”
“Then?”
Camilla pulled down even the last of my remaining clothes. She quietly entangled me with her arms and legs, laid me on the floor, and then, slithering like a snake, she climbed on top.
“…Maybe I’ll allow, around the thighs?”
We set the mood, but to put it nicely, it was a mess. First of all, it was too dark. In my head, a lot of things came to mind, try this, try that, but in reality, none of them seemed to be helpful.
At least, it was a relief that we didn’t talk.
We focused on each other’s gestures, on the moans. What hurt, what she didn’t like, we twisted and moved and pulled quite actively.
Camilla subtly pulled my hand with hers, and I held her wrist and moved it gently.
Camilla covered her mouth with her other hand and tilted her head back. Just in case, I slightly bent my finger. The feeling, the reaction that was transmitted was different. held her as if to soothe her and kissed her.
I felt a subtle electric current that I hadn’t felt before.
Excitement? Arousal? Anticipation? Camilla let out a thick breath and pressed her lower body closer to mine.
From then on, at least, little by little… it changed.
If my hand play was too rough, Camilla would pull her waist back. I didn’t take my finger away, but I followed her, gently and persistently. On the contrary, if Camilla felt too strong, this time I would be the one to twist my body.
The game, little by little, started to match up. A game of only watching and enjoying the other’s reaction. Even if it was a little less enjoyable for oneself. But in the end, pleasure is something that can’t help but be selfish.
“Ah. Un. Nnngh…”
Gradually, our breaths became ragged, and thick sweat flowed on our skin, but on the contrary, our bodies became more sensitive, and heated up.
“Haaah…”
To the point where a sigh couldn’t possibly cool it down.
At some point, Camilla no longer avoided my hand. The place she had pushed away before, perhaps because it was too stimulating, she now even subtly pushed against. What had been a slight covering at some point, had now slightly begun to invade.
Because of that, she almost completely let go of her hand that was comforting me. It seemed she was struggling just to hold back her moans, to block the thrilling pleasure with her mouth.
Then, just pressing and touching over her underwear was no longer enough. Her. And me.
“…Jo, Johan.”
Camilla, who had been trying hard to hold back, suddenly flipped her body over. And then, she even pulled down the underwear that was already just a string. She thrust her hips, toned and beautifully shaped from long exercise, upwards.
“…Sh-showered, so. Not dirty, so…”
“Ca-Camilla?”
“J-just me…. I’m just too…”
I’m sorry for leaving you alone. She lifted her hips up and even swayed them from side to side. It was a sign of ‘what are you doing, not coming over here.’
A curve that was firm and raised from consistent exercise, one that always made it impossible to take my eyes off.
Below it, her thighs slightly parted, then closed.
Slap.
A sensual sound of skin parting and coming together. The inside of her thighs was already slick and wet.
It was still on my finger. All I had to do was simply move it. Camilla defenselessly offered her entire body to me. Perhaps Camilla herself…
No. No. I didn’t want to. It wasn’t because it was a ‘game.’ Camilla had trusted me and reached out her hand. I didn’t want to give pain to the person who had offered me candy.
We had decided not to do things that we both didn’t want. Going too far here was definitely not what she wanted.
So I just buried it gently in the crevice of her buttocks. As if she had been waiting, Camilla tensed her buttocks and slightly thrust her hips up.
Slap, slap.
A pleasant rhythm touched the top of my thighs.
At first, the rhythm didn’t match well. Sometimes we moved too much in sync, and sometimes we were too far apart. But soon, we found a certain offbeat rhythm.
When I pushed, she would receive. When I pulled, she would follow.
Her movements slowed down. I held her from behind and gently flipped her body over.
Instead of moving her hips, Camilla slowly slid up and down on top of my body. If I had to say, she was rubbing, crushing, and releasing slightly before fitting back again.
Now, it was her turn to have fun. I wrapped my left hand around her waist, and with my right, I gently caressed her lower abdomen before placing my finger in between. Camilla straightened her back. I lightly squeezed with my legs so she couldn’t escape and played with my finger teasingly.
Camilla let out a short, strong breath. She twisted her hips here and there as if trying to escape, trying to pull her lower body away. But this time, I didn’t want to let go.
Remembering the things she had taught me earlier, the reactions she had shown, one by one, I made changes little by little so that it wouldn’t hurt.
“Ah, ahh… ahh… ah… euh….”
In the end, Camilla pulled her waist all the way back. She squeezed her thighs tightly. With my finger still inside her. Then at some point, she suddenly stopped. As if she had no idea what to do.
“Jo-Johan, w-wai-wait…”
I kissed her neck and slowly traced down her shoulder. With my other hand, I released her chest, and lightly, lightly touched the sensitive spots.
And little by little, holding Camilla’s body firmly, I touched, pushed, pulled, and rolled with my finger and tongue.
“I. Wa-wait, agh…!”
Something, a completely different vibration, a trembling was felt. I stopped my hand in surprise. Then Camilla pressed down on my hand firmly.
“Ah. No. No.”
Was she saying that wasn’t the place? Or was she telling me not to stop? It seemed like the latter. I bent it more like a hook, and more strongly…
“Ah, ah! Ah! Ah!”
She trembled like before. As if trying to get away, as if trying to run out. But her body said something completely different.
Deeper, deeper. She wanted to feel more.
I tightened my hold on her body and made the hand movements that had elicited a strong reaction. Camilla sucked in a breath and didn’t let it out. For a very brief moment. It seemed as if she had frozen like someone whose heart had stopped.
And then, as if to bloom, she opened her body wide.
From her mouth, fragments that I couldn’t tell if they were words or moans, or if she was calling my name. Her body, to which I had given no stimulation, trembled violently on its own, as if it would break.
Something sticky flowed down between my fingers. Camilla seemed to be trying to stop it somehow, but it had the opposite effect. My hand was still there. In the end, I pushed my finger in even deeper.
Camilla’s body trembled again, as if it would break. Like someone struck by lightning, she trembled on top of my body. Not a conscious act, but a reflexive spasm, her body following its own desires, seeking only its own pleasure.
“Ha. O-one… I… I…. I, just, I… I, just… n-no… n-no…”
Was this the first time she had been this intense? I soothed her so she wouldn’t be surprised and pulled her body up onto mine, holding her tightly with my arms and legs. Each time the pleasure that hadn’t yet escaped her body hit, Camilla would tremble and let out a moan. The sweat that had only lightly dampened her body before was now slick as if she had taken a shower.
A good while later, Camilla fumbled and kissed me. It was a very brief timing as she let out a moan, and she was still trembling, but she seemed a little better than before.
“I li…. I like you…”
It seemed she was pulling my neck, but then she went down a little. She was still trembling. Even my finger came out. I wondered how far down she would go, but at some point, she stopped. Her thighs. She put me between her lower body and thighs and rubbed quickly.
Now it was my turn to let out moans and my mind to go blank. Camilla must have been tired too, but as if that had never happened, she steadily, yet strongly, hit and tightened, as if swimming.
It didn’t hurt. The sweat and saliva served as sufficient lubricant. Even when our skin slid against each other, it wasn’t raw, and I didn’t even feel any heat. On top of that, Camilla, who had started to have fun, consciously pushed against me and blocked me.
It’s frustrating. I want to do something. I move around here and there, trying to break free. But, Camilla is persistent. She’s still trembling, letting out moans, and getting soaked, yet she won’t let me go.
In the end, unable to hold back, I grabbed her. Then Camilla opened her legs. A sudden release. But I was left hanging, too soon.
“Do it.”
“Uh, huh?”
“Do it, as much as you want.”
As she spoke, she closed her legs again. Squeezing tighter, blocking, rubbing. Even the strength in her legs was at her command. Then she suddenly let go. A feeling of frustration.
“…Why aren’t you doing it? You don’t want to?”
Before the words were even finished, she squeezed again. Blocked. Rubbed, ground. Released again. Repeated. “Do it. You don’t want to?” Repeated again. I felt like I was going crazy. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this.
Suddenly.
Camilla positioned herself below me and sat up. As if she were about to do a sit-up, she spread my legs and held them gently with both hands. Her right hand swept quickly, while her left palm pressed down as if to crush it.
It was frustrating. Camilla held the base tightly and wouldn’t let go. Yet with her palm, she blocked and pressed down here and there. Then at some point, the tight grip was released.
The pent-up things that had been blocked kept flowing out. It felt like I was sinking endlessly downward, but it seemed to have no awareness of that. Even when I thought, that’s enough now, isn’t it, it kept coming out.
Barely, somehow, I bowed my head. It filled and overflowed from Camilla’s two hands.
Camilla wiped her hands on her own body. Her completely exposed chest, her firmly muscled stomach, and her thighs. I heard a squelching, wet sound.
She was just spreading it widely on her stomach. Her thighs. Her chest.
“Camilla.”
Her legs stretched out. It felt like I could finally breathe. The completely exhausted Camilla collapsed on top of my body again. No, had she regained her strength again? She deliberately aligned the tips of her breasts, rubbed, and pressed down to flick them.
But that too was only for a moment, and in the end, she collapsed on top of me. I heard a wet, sensual sound of skin on skin.
“…Kek.”
Camilla laughed out loud. I was the same. As if we had played a naughty prank and run away, and were only now seeing each other’s faces.
“Camilla. I like you.”
“…Then, from now on, express it. Don’t just… keep it to yourself like a fool.”
Camilla’s hand once again gently wrapped around me.
“Johan. Still, you don’t know? Your feelings?”
“No. I know now.”
“Then, you must also know… how long I’ve been waiting, and waiting for you. I waited.”
I hugged her tightly, to the point of pain. For a long while, we held each other, and when our sweat had cooled a little.
“…Want to go again?”
To my question, Camilla nodded her head.
“This time, I’ll be on the bottom.”
The hand game was fun, and a good way to pass the time.
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Morning came.
It wasn’t that I realized because the sunlight came in. We had shielded ourselves thoroughly.
It was just that the awareness ‘I should get up now’ came to me, I heard the birds singing, and the window felt a little warmer.
Naturally, the surroundings were a mess.
I couldn’t even remember when we had fallen asleep. We had just fallen asleep after getting each other thoroughly dirty, so it felt quite unpleasant.
I unconsciously glanced over my body and hers. They were filled with traces of me and her. Instead of dolphin shorts, her panties were hanging on her ankle like an anklet. I couldn’t even see where her bra had gone.
…Had the grueling exercise been effective? I was sure I had barely slept. But neither of us was tired, and we had played with our hands all night.
By the way, now, how am I supposed to look at Camilla when we exercise? I’m sure… I’ll think of it.
Camilla said, ‘Mmm,’ and opened her eyes. She too looked up and down my body, and then poked that place.
“Ow!”
“Isn’t this swollen? It’s amazing. It looks angry. Wow.”
“It’s because you keep poking it like that! And all men are like that in the morning.”
“Ah, so it gets swollen every morning?”
“No, it’s not!”
Camilla’s face had long since turned red. But with a face showing no signs of fatigue, she rubbed her body against me and then suddenly turned her back. With her back turned, she pressed her butt against my lower body again. I wanted to see her face, so I tried to flip her over again, but she shook her head slightly.
“…Now it’s Johan’s turn.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Always, every time, I’ve watched your back. Now you watch my back.”
I thought I knew what she meant. Quietly, I held her from behind. I pulled her waist in deeper, but she didn’t resist. Rather, as if she had been waiting, she even tensed her butt slightly.
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