Volume 3 Chapter 134-2 Overlapping Figures With The Younger Brother II
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The tip of his tongue gently teased the softest place, while the rest moved slowly over the folds that shivered under his touch. When his tongue brushed a spot especially tender, she couldn’t stop a quiet gasp. Soon, the strokes grew softer, focusing on that very place—as if making up for a careless first touch. Linca’s tight face slowly relaxed.
”Hmm… hah, haa… ah.”
Her hips pressed into the cold stone, lifting just enough to shift her weight. Her lower back arched, the curve of her body speaking quietly of strength—and something deeper, raw and ancient.
Though her clothes hid it, her body was not soft. Years of hard training showed in every curve. At first, her thighs clenched like they wanted to fight it off, but as the feeling grew stronger, her legs parted just a bit, almost like she was giving in. Then, her hips twitched, moving without her meaning to.
(No feelings.)
”Hmm, ah, ah…”
Still, this was serious. Some reaction was bound to come. To fight every bit of pleasure would be unnatural. But to give in fully? That would feel like betraying Jibril.
”Damn…, ugh, …aaaah…”
But then, there was no way to balance it.
Linca opened her eyes and looked down at the man’s face, still fixed on her most secret place. The skin there, already flushed, was now redder, swollen with need.
He pulled back, his tongue shiny with her essence—a sight that burned her cheeks with shame.
(No. I won’t admit it.)
”……”
”That face of yours… it says a lot.”
”Yeah…”
”Your body and your spirit. Now I see why you’re so hard to forget.”
”Yeah, guess I’m not so easy to replace!”
”No one could take your place. I’m risking it all just to be with you.”
”Ri-risking? Rejection? —Ah.”
His mouth moved back, tongue exploring every inch again. At the same time, his rough, calloused hand slid up to her chest, fingers brushing her pale skin like weighing something precious.
”Kuh, uuu, ah… ah… fu, u…!”
The feeling hit her hard—a natural rush, but shame crept in for enjoying it. His fingers traced beneath her chests, then moved upward, circling her most tender spots with slow, growing pressure. When his fingers brushed her peak, a soft gasp slipped out.
His dark eyes shone as he caught her reaction. His thick fingers started to play with her peaks—circling, rolling, teasing with care.
Linca pulled her hand from her mouth and took a deep breath.
”No. Stop. Not there.”
”Hmm… So your those are sensitive, huh?”
”I-I’m not sensitive at all!”
”Don’t lie. I can tell when you’re hiding the truth.”
”Uah, aaaaaah!?”
His fingers pinched them firmly between thumb and finger, and she couldn’t help but react sharply.
She felt sweat break out over her skin, damp and slick. Linca’s pale, round hips lifted just a little, trembling softly before the man’s face.
She clenched her teeth as his fingers kept teasing the places that made her skin burn. A thin thread of saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth, trailing down her cheek.
The man smirked, dark and knowing, then turned back to her most hidden place. Her hips jerked, stiffened by the sudden strong touch. His tongue moved with careful skill—finding the most tender spots and pressing right there.
”Gi…!?”
That spot had once made her ache in pain when she first learned her own body, but now it was different. Back then, she’d touch it carefully, ready. But now, his tongue rough and bold brought a sharpness she wasn’t ready for.
Her vision flickered with flashes of light. Sweat dripped from her arms. A deep, restless ache grew low in her back, spreading numbness through her waist and hips, making her muscles heavy in a way she’d never known.
”No! S-stop! Don’t—don’t touch there!”
She tried to pull away, using all she had learned to hold control. But she was trapped. His hands left her chest and gripped her thighs tight, keeping her still. The pressure on her most tender place only grew stronger.
It hit deep at the base and tip, like the quick rush you feel when falling from a great height. Her body jerked, betraying her will, and a sharp gasp escaped.
She pushed weakly at his head, but his strength held firm.
The feeling built fast now. Her back arched, her pale skin trembling with each wave.
”Haa, haa, haa—h, aah—ah, ha…”
There was no way out. The pressure only climbed.
Her lips parted, saliva shining there, as she begged, voice shaking:
”No, s-stop, stop, stop! Please, just stop! P-please, don’t—don’t do this to me anymore!”
The touch grew harder, never letting up. Her most tender place, already swollen, was bare now, the rubbing washing away all her fight. Her cry was soft, “Ooh—,” her jaw snapping shut, body tight.
And then,
”Ooh… ahh…”
She gave in, and everything went white.
Her round hips twitched, floating above the ground. She balanced on her heels, toes stretched up.
The man pulled back, breath heavy.
”Phew. Nn, haa…”
She shivered, her body still shaking from the storm that passed.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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