Volume 2 Chapter 23 Takumi-kun’s First Experience ★
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After our passionate embrace, I looked into Ms. Rusty’s eyes, still clouded with the flush of desire. With a breathless smile, she knelt before me, hands offered behind her back—not out of helplessness, but in a wordless promise of trust.
”To measure the depth of one’s devotion…” she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of reverence and anticipation, “there’s no better way than complete surrender. I offer myself to you, freely and without hesitation. Please… take me as yours.”
Her golden hair shimmered as she bowed her head. Despite the raw hunger in her expression, a pure and noble light lingered behind her eyes. As I gently placed a hand on her crown, she looked up at me with quiet confidence.
What followed was not an act of dominance, but one of closeness. The room fell into silence, broken only by her soft breaths and the occasional hitch in her throat as she struggled to hold back emotion. She was graceful, never faltering—even as her eyes shimmered with unshed tears and the corners of her mouth glistened.
I withdrew slightly, brushing my hand across her cheek. Her smile, though faint, held mischief.
”This is our secret moment,” I whispered, my voice husky. “While the others are hard at work, here I am, utterly entranced by an elf whose elegance I dared to sully with my longing.”
Rusty’s laughter was light and musical. “You haven’t sullied me,” she said. “You’ve awakened something I never allowed myself to feel.”
”I’m close,” I murmured, the tension building between us almost unbearable. “Can you accept all of me?”
”I wouldn’t be here otherwise,” she whispered.
What came next was wordless—a soft sigh, a catch in her breath, a tremble in her throat. Her devotion was clear not in moans or cries, but in the gentle way she pressed her lips to me afterward, reverent and slow.
”That… was more intense than I imagined,” she said when we finally drew apart. “To be seen not as a woman, but something entirely yours. I loved it. And now, I want to offer you something even deeper.”
With calm resolve, Rusty lay back, her pale skin flushed. She spread her legs—but instead of exposing herself, she reached back and shyly parted her cheeks. There was no vulgarity in the gesture. Only vulnerability.
”I’ve prepared for this,” she said, not looking away. “If you haven’t tried this before… allow me to be your first.”
The air thickened. The sight, the trust—it made my throat dry. I moved closer.
”No,” I confessed softly. “Not like this. Never.”
”Then it’s my honor,” she replied, voice barely above a whisper. “Take what you want of me. All of me.”
I pressed forward carefully. Her body resisted slightly, but she steadied her breath and nodded.
”Relax,” I murmured. “If anything hurts, I’ll stop.”
”It won’t,” she said with a smile. “I trust you.”
And so, we began. Not roughly or urgently, but with care. The feeling was strange, new—more emotional than physical. Her hands gripped the sheets, and though she winced once, her smile never left.
”Thank you,” she whispered. “This kind of closeness… it’s different. It makes me feel seen.”
”I won’t move unless you’re ready.”
”I’m ready,” she said. “Move as you please. I’ll match you.”
And we did. The room filled with soft, rhythmic sounds—the shifting of sheets, the creak of the bed, our mingled breaths.
Rusty gasped, her voice catching. “It’s strange… but good. Keep going. You don’t have to hold back.”
I reached for her hand, entwining our fingers. Her body moved with mine, tension building slowly, like a rising tide.
She touched her breasts lightly, almost shyly, as if to ease the tension. I leaned down to kiss her neck, the taste of her skin warm and sweet. Her earlobe trembled under my breath.
”More,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop.”
The moment crested—then surged. When it passed, we lay breathless and still. I slowly pulled away and watched her close her legs, her face aglow with warmth and fatigue.
”I’m a mess,” I said, chuckling softly.
”I don’t mind,” she replied. “Because I’m yours.”
She looked up, then shifted closer and kissed me—slowly, deeply.
Then, in a voice filled with quiet certainty, she said, “I quit the shop. I’ve come to serve you, not as a worker… but as your woman.”
Notes:
• Rusty – She is an enigmatic elf and the oldest sister at ‘Night Butterfly,’ a high-class brothel. Her charming, forward approach surprises the narrator, offering him a unique connection.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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