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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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I moved my hand from behind her head, and sat up, but our lips remained locked, our tongues intertwined. River, initially hesitant, now matched my passion, her tongue exploring my mouth with newfound confidence. She was a quick learner.
I moved my hand down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, my fingers reaching the zipper of her dress. I pulled it down.
-Ziiiip
The thin dress fell away, pooling on the bed.
“…!!”
She gasped, her body flinching, as the last barrier between us was removed.
“Hah… hah…”
Our lips parted. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving.
“You’re not backing out now, are you?”
She was wearing a blue silk bra and panties, a luxurious set with delicate lace. I traced my finger along the straps of her bra.
“You snuck into a guy’s room… wearing this?”
“…Don’t stare…”
She blushed, trying to turn away.
“You’re beautiful. Don’t hide it. You wore it for me, didn’t you?”
“B-beautiful…?”
I wouldn’t let her get away. I held her arm, preventing her from turning away. Her breasts, barely contained by the thin silk, pressed against my chest.
“Ahh… that tickles…”
I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent, a mixture of citrus and something… uniquely hers. I moved my hand up her waist, my fingers brushing against the clasp of her bra. I unhooked it.
Her breasts, freed from their constraints, spilled into my hands. Perfect teardrops, tipped with rosy nipples. Her toned abdomen, her smooth hips, the only remaining garment, a pair of blue silk panties. A sculpted masterpiece, but warm, alive, pulsating with heat.
She had always been beautiful, but this… this was intoxicating.
There was no turning back.
I wanted to mark her, claim her as mine.
She looked surprised, then narrowed her eyes. “…You’re good at this… unbuttoning a bra with one hand…”
“Don’t worry, it’s a basic skill.”
She seemed curious about my… expertise. I didn’t answer. It would ruin the mood.
“Mm…!”
My hands explored her body, caressing her thighs, her hips, cupping her breasts. Her skin was smooth, her body toned, her breasts surprisingly soft. I kissed her neck, then took a nipple into my mouth, suckling gently.
“Haah♡”
Her back arched. Her nipples hardened under my touch. I licked and nibbled, her body trembling with pleasure. I moved my hand lower, reaching the waistband of her panties. I slipped my fingers inside, tracing the delicate folds, her body jolting at my touch.
“N-no, not there…!”
“No?”
Her playful confidence had vanished. She looked flustered, embarrassed. She was trying to push me away, her lower body was moving, rejecting my touch. Was she scared?
“You started this.”
I pulled her closer, wrapping my arm around her waist. I looked up at her, her eyes filled with hesitation. But she had started this.
“…Mm…!”
My fingers returned to her core, her body trembling, and I felt… moisture. “Oh?”
She was wet. Very wet.
I remembered the words from the Clover Academy students.
“You remember what they said?”
“H-hah… what… are you talking about…? Mm…!”
My fingers stroked her, her words becoming incoherent. I spread her folds, my fingers exploring her wetness, her core pulsating around my fingers. I pushed a finger inside.
“H-?!”
Her body clenched around my finger, her weight pressing against me. I held her steady. She was trembling, her body tense, unfamiliar with this intrusion.
I kissed her again, our tongues meeting, the sounds of our shared breath filling the room. Her core pulsed around my finger.
“Hah… mm…”
I pushed deeper, feeling a slight resistance.
“H-!”
Her back arched, her body falling back onto the bed. I supported her, my hand still inside her.
“They called you… a whore… right?”
“Why… are you saying that… now…?”
My hand, slick with her arousal, glistened in the dim light. I knew what I had felt, that thin membrane. “They were half right. You’re beautiful… and…”
I climbed on top of her, admiring her naked body, her skin flushed, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. River, my friend, the Sword Saint’s fiancé(e), lying beneath me, naked and vulnerable. River, the dependable, cheerful friend, transformed into a seductive temptress.
And it was her choice.
“You’re so… sexy… did you know?”
I knew I couldn’t treat her like a friend anymore. Not after this. I wouldn’t be able to let her go.
“Don’t… say such things…”
“It’s true.”
She covered her eyes with her hands, embarrassed by her nakedness. I bent down, kissing her stomach, leaving a mark, then reached for her panties, pulling them off.
-Rip
Her core, wet and glistening, was revealed. Her legs were slightly parted, her folds hiding her entrance. She seemed hesitant to open herself fully. But I knew, from her wetness, that she was ready. I could almost feel her heat.
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This was, unexpected.