Volume 3 Chapter 134-3 Overlapping Figures With The Younger Brother II
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Linca felt her first peaks under another’s hands, her body going limp, drained of all strength.
It wasn’t like when she do it herself. When alone, she would slow down as pleasure rose, stretching the feeling out. But now, with someone else in control, she was pushed hard toward an overwhelming release.
”Such incredible sensitivity.”
Beside her, gasping for breath, the man’s voice was full of satisfaction. Or rather, his presence filled the air.
He had moved closer, looming over her flushed, spent body, his gaze holding hers.
Her eyes fell on the rigid shape before her, and a strange stirring woke low inside her belly.
”…Hnn♡”
(N-no. I don’t want this…)
”You says you’re a virgin. Maybe I should loosen you up more?”
”…I really am a virgin…”
”But what’s this feeling? Another woman said the same. Esther, was she really—?”
”I don’t know! Who’s Esther?”
”Doesn’t matter now. Linca, sit on my lap.”
”────”
The man sat cross-legged, his solid thing clear and firm. Did he expect her to sit back against him?
Before she could say no, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down. Her smooth black hair, carrying a faint sweetness, brushed his chest covered in coarse brown hair. The smell of sweat should have turned her away, but instead, her instincts stirred, making her uneasy.
”You smell so good.”
”D-don’t smell me!”
”Don’t be so tense.”
”S-stop it!”
”Beautiful young lady. Give me your body.”
”…Hnn”
His rough hand grasped her chest, firm and unyielding. Linca tried to resist, thinking of Jibril, but her body—still alive from before—seemed to betray her.
(This isn’t how it should be…)
Before her, her pale chests were handled roughly, shame biting her lips.
* * *
”Haa…, uuu…, ahh, hnn…!”
His brown fingers traced her skin.
A few strands of black hair clung to her mouth’s corner. Her tongue darted out slightly as his fingers teased her nipples, pressing into her chest.
Right under her chin, her full chests were in his rough grasp. His four fingers stroked beneath her peaks, where soft pink met pale skin, while his thumb pressed down, squeezing.
Exhausted from her climax, she had no strength to fight. Linca leaned back, her body loose, her face softening under his steady touch.
She shouldn’t be feeling this—but her senses were overwhelmed by his hands.
His fingers shifted beneath her nipples, his thumb pressing harder, sandwiching the hardened peaks. Kneading them, he made her thighs press tight, knees rubbing nervously.
A low chuckle whispered close, like Jibril’s voice.
Imagining it was Jibril teasing her, Linca’s arousal grew stronger.
”Ah… I… I…”
”To think you’d react so strongly just from that—you’re full of surprises.”
”No!”
”I never would have guessed this from your usual calm self.”
”…!”
Both her most sensitive places were gently held between his fingers.
Linca bit her lip, took a deep breath through her nose, and held it.
A soft sound came from her mouth.
She raised her knees, which she had been pressing tightly together, and turned her chin away. Her glossy black hair brushed against the man’s neck—and she shuddered.
”────, ────!”
Before she could catch her breath, his touch started again.
This time, it was the place between her legs that she had been nervously keeping closed.
She didn’t want this.
Feeling more than she should felt like a betrayal.
Yet her body seemed to have its own mind, her legs parting just a little.
”…Stop, please… I beg you…”
Linca closed her eyes and shook her head, leaning against his chest, pleading.
His firm fingers traced her smooth lower belly and gently pressed on her outer folds.
After a moment, one calloused finger—so different from her own—slowly moved in.
”No, ah… Please forgive this body of mine. Sir Jibril, uh, mmm♡.”
His finger moved inside her, pressing gently on her most sensitive spot.
The slow, careful motion, and the warmth of his touch sent waves through her.
Her body began to respond, muscles refusing to listen.
His skin, his smell—they should have felt strange, but somehow felt soft and soothing.
Tears filled Linca’s eyes as her lower body was gently guided by his legs.
His tanned, strong calves slipped between her long, slender thighs, slowly pushing them apart.
Linca’s knees still tried to close, but with her ankles spread, she could only resist weakly.
A soft, natural scent rose, mixing with Linca’s gentle fragrance and the smell of her hair, making a unique, almost comforting smell.
His fingers moved gently, parting her most private area, now flushed a soft pink, with a quiet, damp sound.
”No…♡”
Splash, drip…
It sounded like the place was softly giving in, almost like it wanted to.
”This isn’t… it’s not like that. This is just… a natural reaction.”
”Well, there’s nothing we can do about that, is there?”
”…Yes…”
”You’re so interesting. I never thought someone so calm could be so… responsive. They say you shouldn’t judge until you’ve experienced it.”
”Haaah! Huuuuh♡.”
Her senses sharpened as feelings took over.
Linca, her most private place shining, looked down at the strong form rising before her.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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