Volume 3 Chapter 134-4 Overlapping Figures With The Younger Brother II
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It belonged to the man behind her—the one holding her so close.
His body felt strong and firm, the kind that made Linca’s chest tighten when she looked at it.
She could see the shape resting heavily under him, and her throat moved as she swallowed hard.
”This is wrong… It shouldn’t be like this…”
”What’s wrong? It’s already happening.”
”…I’ll take it. I can handle it.”
”Alright. Then I’ll begin.”
”────!”
His hands held her waist tightly.
The way he touched her was rougher than before, but not in a harsh way—just strong enough to make her heart pound.
He lifted her body like she weighed nothing. Then something warm and solid touched below.
”────, ah…, uh…”
He entered her slowly, gently, as if he had always known how.
At first there was a pause—some resistance—but then her body opened to him. It accepted his shape naturally, like it had been waiting for this moment.
A soft heat spread inside her, gentle but deep, and a strange tickle settled low in her belly.
He moved slowly, careful, as if he wanted her to feel everything. The warmth of his skin against hers only made the feeling stronger.
”Your body… it’s soft, and you smell nice. Very nice.”
Linca’s thoughts became slow, hazy. She could feel him fully now, and the way their bodies touched made her dizzy.
She had felt pleasure before, by herself, but this was different. This was full and close, like being surrounded by warmth.
Even though she didn’t want to want it—her body leaned toward him without thinking.
Her legs were parted gently. There was no pulling or forcing. It just happened that way.
”Ha… nghh…♡”
”What? Only sounds now? You’re focused on me more than you realize.”
”……♡”
”It won’t stop until we finish, alright?”
”Mnghh!”
He lifted her hips softly, guiding her into a rhythm.
She leaned forward in his lap, her back against his chest. Their connection felt steady now—firm, yet still warm.
When she tried to move, his arms stopped her. “Stay with me,” he said, not unkindly.
”No, wait, don’t, no, aaaah!”
”It’s alright. Just stay. Don’t worry. I’ll keep going until it’s done.”
A soft gasp escaped her lips, followed by a series of gentle exhales, each one growing more tender as the sensation built.
Her body began to move with his, soft and slow, like gentle waves.
His arms stayed around her the whole time, not letting her go. He held her like something precious.
”Please, I’m sorry… I beg you, please… Nooo♡!”
”I told you, no running.”
She squirmed in his arms, trying to move away—just a little.
But he was warm against her back. His rhythm didn’t stop. It stayed steady and close.
She say soft, voice shaky. “Please, sorry, sorry, please!” she beg, sound small, like need help.
”You teasing me? You think I’m someone else?”
”I-I’m not! I didn’t mean it like that!”
She wanted to say she was sorry—for the way her body was reacting—but the man behind her seemed to hear something else entirely.
The movements grew stronger, but for Linca—who had long learned how to move with such rhythm—it felt just right.
She lay curled up, her cheek pressed against the young man’s black robe, now tossed aside. It was soft beneath her skin, still warm from him. Her thoughts of Jibril, the one she once clung to, faded like mist.
Being held by this man brought a heat she didn’t expect.
Something deep inside her stirred, answering without thought. Her pretty face was pink, her eyes soft.
She mumbled, “No, no,” but her body said otherwise. The full feeling inside her, and the quiet relief that followed, made her forget the rest.
His strength met her softness. Each time he moved, his presence pressed deeper, steady and firm. A quiet warmth flowed where they touched, dampening the cloth beneath her hips.
”Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah… ahhh…”
Linca’s eyes went wide. Her lips parted. Small, broken sounds slipped from her mouth. Her breath came faster now. He was moving with more care, but the rhythm stayed strong.
”Nnnghh…”
A quiet bloom of warmth grew inside her. It was unlike anything she’d known. The gentle motion deep within brought out a response she couldn’t stop. From her center, a soft, warm flow started again. Her body reacted in quiet pulses, like it knew what he needed to feel.
”You’re so warm… So soft… I’m almost there, Linca.”
”――――~!”
The sound of their closeness filled the space around them.
A hush.
A wet press.
A glide.
A pause.
Then more.
Warmth spread again. Linca’s thoughts drifted, her grip on anything but this moment slipping. She forgot Jibril, forgot the cave, forgot her name. All that remained was the steady motion and the weight around her.
Her legs trembled. Her thighs were slick. Something dripped slowly down her skin.
”This feels even better than I thought it would.”
”――――.”
None of it made sense anymore.
The words.
The moment.
The reason why.
Linca, eyes shiny with tears she didn’t remember crying, stared ahead at the rock wall. Her gaze was soft, far away, as waves of warmth kept washing over her.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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