375 – 375. Feelings (3)
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When Lucien Grayhound evaluated herself, she probably wouldn’t consider herself particularly formidable compared to Yuria when it came to her sexual fortitude.
She believed that experiencing something gentle and moderate suited her nature far better than the crazed words of her younger sibling demanding to be choked on their first encounter.
“…I was thinking that, for sure…!”
So, the tears welling up in her eyes right now were most likely not her own will, but an attempt to express that in the current situation.
Of course, whether that was the case or not.
“It wouldn’t be fun otherwise.”
“Why are you so concerned about someone else’s first experience…!”
“Oh, didn’t you once tell me you wanted to be ravaged like an animal?”
“When did I ever…!”
Though her voice quivered, the mischief in the face of Phainol hanging beneath her showed no sign of leaving.
“He clearly wanted it so much. It was almost as if he was speaking.”
“…”
Of course, in proportion to that, Lucien’s face was not just turning red but reaching a level where one could even feel a relative paleness compared to a tomato.
“At least look at the details…!”
“…Fine. Honestly, even I feel a bit embarrassed about this.”
Even Dowd himself was honest enough to admit that the position they were in right now was somewhat bizarre.
With Lucien’s legs held up in the air, exposing his rear prominently, in a position that made it seem as if he was about to be entered. Dowd briefly recalled the knowledge of thrusting in.
“Well, even if you feel embarrassed…”
However, despite the mutual outcry, Phainol continued to gaze intently at Dowd’s firm manhood.
“…Seems like you’re not thinking the same way here.”
“…”
As Phainol pointed that out, Dowd quietly averted his gaze.
Well, regardless of feeling embarrassed or not, the fact remains that if one were a believer of the whole continent, they couldn’t help but get excited at the thought of inserting the chosen virgin like an object.
“And-“
“Huh?!”
Continuing, Phainol slyly slipped his finger through the exposed space between Lucien’s rear.
As Lucien, taken aback, wriggled his body, Phainol deftly unfolded the sticky thread between his fingers in front of Dowd.
“-This side seems to be honest as well, doesn’t it?”
“…”
This time, Lucien blushed deeply, averting his gaze.
If he got any redder, he might actually explode.
Maybe it would be best to act quickly, even for the sake of Lucien’s dignity…
“Hey.”
Phainol’s subsequent actions probably stemmed from such a noble intention.
The woman holding Dowd’s manhood promptly inserted it into Lucien.
“Wait a moment…!”
“-! ….–!!!”
Various reactions erupted from the two startled individuals, but Lucien’s was by far the most intense.
Though his mouth moved, no words came out. It was a much more profound reaction than that of a sibling who could at least speak after losing their virginity for the first time.
“…Wow.”
This, well.
That’s it?
Phainol chuckled and brushed his head, feigning laughter.
“Saint, did you leave after just the tip was inserted?”
“You said it was the first time, so…!”
“…I heard it’s supposed to hurt if it’s the first time.”
Perhaps she’s not a saint but a novice.
How can a virgin be so incredibly sensitive…
Squinting his eyes and muttering in between, wondering if breaking the start was all in vain, the intimacy before his eyes was intensifying rapidly.
Having gone through numerous experiences, Daud, who was now showing off his well-controlled tactics, skillfully exploited Lucien’s weaknesses. Lucien, on the other hand, with a body so sensitive to such skilled attacks, was reaching his peak almost every minute.
“…Unfair, ah, hah…!”
To the extent that Lucien, who had been consistently led, voiced such complaints.
“It’s my first time, why are you so good at this…!”
– Even saying those words would be amusing if he were to climax again.
“…How many times do you go in that short time, Lady?”
“Don’t, don’t watch, ah, huff…!”
Ah, there he went again.
With a faint smile, Phainol gazed intently at Lucien, whose mind was absent as he was dripping with sweat from the effort.
Each round trip movement resulted in a gradual erosion of reason from the lady’s face, which was quite a sight to behold.
‘-This person can make such an expression too.’
Suddenly, such thoughts arose involuntarily, instinctively tainted with such.
Flying away- wouldn’t be an exaggeration at all.
The problem is.
‘…He seems too weak here, unable to find satisfaction.’
Compared to Lucien, who clearly felt an almost overwhelming pleasure, what could be said about Daud?
It feels more like one-sided service.
This would inevitably lead to an imbalance of happiness. She must take responsibility for creating such a situation.
If she were a fairy, she would help the man in this situation.
Phainol’s solution was a bit more complex.
“-“
Sticking out her tongue, she provocatively poked Lucien’s sensitive spot.
Without any special skills, this simple action had a dramatic effect on a relentlessly pressed opponent.
“Ah, ah, heh, ugh-!”
Sounds of moans that seemed like beasts should not come out of a lady’s mouth were escaping.
Her fair body, drawing very alluring curves compared to her sister, contorted as if on a spring.
Phainol whistled at the sight of her neatly shaped chest violently trembling.
“-…Ugh.”
And due to this intense stimulation, her body naturally emitted a stronger response. Low moans also escaped from Daud’s side.
“I, I, I’m going to break, it feels so good…!”
She seemed unaware of what she was saying.
Phainol chuckled and this time, she licked Lucien’s sensitive spot a bit deeper.
Once again, she writhed vigorously.
“I, I don’t want to go on any longer-!”
“-Your body seems to think otherwise, doesn’t it?”
Saying so, Phainol alternated between the two areas, delicately stimulating with her tongue.
And as they continued this back and forth, Lucien climaxed again. And again. And once more.
Now, with a nearly deranged expression, he was only writhing in response to the intense stimulation coursing through his body.
…Just how sensitive is this person, really.
“-Me, now, slowly-“
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“…!”
And even in a situation where only instincts remained clear, it was evident that Dowd knew very well what he wanted to do when he spoke like that.
Lucien, raising his arms, extended them back and tightly embraced Dowd’s neck.
As if wanting to get even closer, as if determined not to spill this man’s seed.
It was a gesture as if pleading, “Please, enclose me.”
And the subsequent result did not disappoint her expectations.
“…! —–!!!!!!!!”
Feeling the semen hitting straight into her uterus, Lucien gasped, exhaling empty air and shuddering.
Lucien’s body instantly relaxed.
It was clearly a sight that would leave a lasting impression even among the peaks she had experienced so far.
“-…phew.”
Gently laying that body on the floor, Dowd wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sigh.
No matter how surreal the world may be, doing this much in succession would inevitably tire anyone out…
“Excuse me.”
Thinking this, a water bottle was handed to Dowd.
Penol, smiling faintly, was the one extending it.
…How did he make this again?
“Are you alright? Even though it’s surreal, all senses are still alive.”
“…Me too, but I feel like I should do something about her first.”
“…Huh? Me…?”
In confusion, a red demon, who had been watching all this from a distance, pointed at himself in surprise.
“Then who else is there besides you?”
“Me, I’m done…!”
“Stop talking nonsense and come here.”
Watching Penol grab the other’s wrist and pull them along, Dowd let out a deep sigh.
“If I have to deal with you two, it’ll be a first for me to handle four at once.”
At his words, Penol scratched his chin thoughtfully.
“I shouldn’t say this after bringing you here, but I can’t say I’m not worried at all.”
“What?”
“Even though it’s surreal, in the end, you use up mental resources to mimic the real world.”
“…Is that so?”
“Even here, if you’re squeezed too tightly, your mental resources could be depleted, making it as difficult as the real world.”
“…”
“Well, but it’s not like that would happen, right?”
“…”
“As long as you don’t sense any signs of ‘other people’ coming over…”
…Don’t make ominous sounds.
Dowd desperately tried to think that.
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