Chapter 683 Noriss Larbach’s Dangerous Adventure ★
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
(Noriss’ POV)
Outside the window, the deep night covered the balcony in stillness. I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the scene unfolding before me—Ms. Martina and Mr. Hiroya, now in his full-grown form, entangled in a moment that crackled with heat.
(Mr. Hiroya in his adult form… he’s tall, built strong, and more than that—he’s unbelievably cool…)
Or maybe… beautiful is the better word. His face had a graceful sharpness, almost too perfect for a man. There was elegance in his every move.
The sight before me made my heart pound painfully in my chest. My breathing grew shallow, heat rising up my throat like steam.
(I shouldn’t be watching this…!)
I knew it. I knew that. But my body wouldn’t listen. Worse, my instincts had kicked in—I was using my Thief skills without thinking: my presence vanished, my night vision sharp, my hearing clearer than it should’ve been.
Moonlight filtered through the window, mixing with the faint glow of the magic lantern. Ms. Martina’s pale skin glistened faintly, her figure bathed in soft light. Her body shifted under Mr. Hiroya, every motion delicate and tense. Her quiet sighs stirred something raw inside me.
My hand clenched tightly at my side, fingers trembling. The heat inside me surged, crawling deep into my chest like a rising wave.
”Martina… you really know how to drive a man crazy,” Mr. Hiroya said, his voice low, the edge rougher than usual.
He looked down at her, his eyes intense, as one hand trailed along her waist, moving with a slowness that made every second stretch.
Ms. Martina’s breath caught. Her back arched slightly, her body responding before words ever left her lips.
(Ms. Martina… she’s so… captivating…)
I swallowed hard, unable to tear my eyes away. Mr. Hiroya’s fingertips moved up, brushing over her chest. Her body jolted at the touch, just a twitch—but I saw it.
”Hmm… Big Brother Hiroya, please… that’s embarrassing…” Ms. Martina whispered, her voice shaky, her cheeks flushed.
”They were showing a moment ago,” Mr. Hiroya said with a small smirk, “but now they’re hiding again?”
His fingers moved gently, teasing the curve of her body, and her lips parted in a soft breath.
”Ah… Big Brother Hiroya, it tickles… it’s sensitive there…” she murmured, gripping the sheets tightly.
His movements didn’t stop. With each pass, her body responded—tense, flushed, breathy. She trembled beneath him, her reactions honest and unfiltered.
”Mm… no… don’t do that… Big Brother Hiroya… it feels too good…” she whispered again, her voice trembling with warmth.
The room was filled with only their sounds—her short breaths, his calm voice, and the faint creak of the bed. I couldn’t look away. My fingers curled tighter.
Mr. Hiroya leaned down, brushing his lips across her collarbone, then lower. Ms. Martina gasped, her hands sliding up his back.
”Ah… that spot… no… it’s too much…” she breathed, her voice faint and strained.
Watching her like that—eyes glazed, skin glistening—I felt my chest burn with heat. My breath grew unsteady, my body tight with tension.
”It’s fine,” Mr. Hiroya said, his hand lifting her chin as he gazed into her eyes. “You’re mine, right?”
He kissed her. Deeply. Fiercely. Their lips pressed together in a way that felt more like a claim than affection. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and her moan melted into the kiss.
”Mmm… yes… all of me… Big Brother Hiroya…” Ms. Martina whispered, her voice soft, dreamy.
Mr. Hiroya’s hands didn’t stop, gliding along her curves, making her shiver again and again. Her hands clung to him like she couldn’t let go. As he moved to her neck and left a faint red mark behind, she trembled.
”Nnn… my neck… Big Brother Hiroya… it tingles… I can’t take it…” she whispered, breath catching.
Mr. Hiroya leaned over her completely now, his arms on either side of her. She lay beneath him, body trembling in anticipation.
”Martina, you’re already shaking. You’re ready, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice rough.
He gently pressed his body against hers. She gasped, her arms tightening around him.
(Mr. Hiroya… he’s so intense… just how much more… can she handle…?)
Even I, who always thought I was well-off, felt a sting of comparison. What I held now in my hand suddenly felt small.
”Nnn… Big Brother Hiroya… I can feel it… it’s so big… it’s pushing inside… slowly… but so full…” Ms. Martina whispered, voice thin and breathless.
Mr. Hiroya moved slowly, careful at first. But little by little, his rhythm grew stronger. The bed creaked under them, matching the heat in their breaths.
”Ahh… Big Brother Hiroya… you’re incredible… I can feel everything… you’re filling me up…” Ms. Martina moaned, her fingers digging into his back.
Their bodies moved in sync, close and hot. Her voice rose with each motion, filled with something close to breaking.
”Feel it more, Martina! You can tell how deep I am, can’t you?” Mr. Hiroya whispered, pressing close as he kissed her neck again, leaving behind a new mark.
”Ah… Big Brother Hiroya,” Martina murmured, her voice trembling. “You’re moving too much… it’s so strong… so full…”
Hiroya shifted her into a new position, gently turning her onto all fours.
”I’m going to enjoy you from behind now,” he said, his hands gliding over her hips with care.
He moved slowly at first, touching her lower back as her body arched with the rhythm. Sweat glistened on her skin, her breaths growing heavier with each moment.
”Hmm… Big Brother Hiroya,” Martina gasped, clinging to the sheets. “It’s deep… I feel everything… it’s reaching so far… I can’t take it…”
Her voice cracked with longing and confusion. Hiroya leaned forward, one hand slipping to her front. He touched her gently, drawing out a sudden shiver from her.
”Ah… not there… please,” Martina begged, her face flushed. “It feels too good… Big Brother Hiroya, I feel so full… like you’re all the way inside me… filling me up completely…”
Her body tensed as the pleasure rippled through her, her voice leaking out between short breaths.
I watched from the shadowed corner, unable to look away. Martina’s hair clung to her back, damp with sweat. Her body shook, not from pain, but from overwhelming sensations. I knew I should turn away—but I couldn’t. My hands moved on their own again.
Mr. Hiroya guided Martina onto her back, raising her legs gently onto his shoulders. He leaned closer, holding her hips as he moved deeper.
”You’re mine, Martina. All of you belongs to me,” Hiroya whispered, then caught her lips in another kiss, firm and claiming.
Their mouths pressed together, and the air filled with the sound of wet kisses. Martina’s hips bucked against him, her fingers curling into the sheets.
”Nnn… Big Brother Hiroya,” she moaned, her voice barely audible. “So deep… I can feel you touching everything inside me… I’m going to… I’m really going to…!”
Her words melted into the kiss as her body arched again. Her hands clung to his shoulders as waves of pleasure overtook her, her legs trembling where they rested against him.
”Ahh… Big Brother Hiroya,” she cried out, breathless. “I’m still… I’m still not done… It’s too much like this… I’ll break… I’ll really break…”
Hiroya’s breaths turned ragged, his movements quickening.
”Martina,” he groaned, voice shaking. “I can’t stop now… I’m going to show you how much I want you…!”
He let her legs down slowly, pulling away just slightly. His hands lingered on her chest, holding her gently as if trying to memorize every curve.
”These are mine too,” he said, tracing her skin with care.
Then he reached his limit. A deep exhale escaped him, and his body tensed as he released his feelings. Martina gasped, her eyes fluttering open.
”Nn… Big Brother Hiroya,” she said, voice small and dazed. “It’s warm… all over me… so much… it’s amazing…”
She lay there, still catching her breath. Her chest rose and fell, her body shining in the dim light. Her expression was distant, lost somewhere between exhaustion and something deeper.
And I—I could barely breathe. My body responded on its own, and before I realized it, everything reached its limit again. Heat surged through me, and I nearly collapsed where I stood, hidden by the darkness.
”It’s not over yet, Martina,” Hiroya said, his voice low. “I’m going to love you until you can’t take anymore.”
He slid his fingers across her chest, brushing against her again. Martina flinched and let out another soft cry.
”Ah… not again…” she whispered, squirming as his touch lingered. “Big Brother Hiroya… not the same spot again… it feels… too good…”
Her voice echoed gently through the room. I blinked hard, trying to keep my vision steady. Martina’s flushed skin, her disheveled hair, the curve of her figure as she lay against the bed—it was burned into my mind like a brand.
I couldn’t stop watching.
Martina’s expression was hazy, but peaceful. Her lips curved faintly as she looked toward the window—toward me.
For a moment, I froze. Did she see me?
But then she smiled.
”Noriss… watch me…” her voice whispered in my head, soft and sweet like a hallucination.
My heart jumped. That one smile made my breath catch. It was as if she had called out to me—not with words, but with something deeper.
I pressed myself deeper into the shadows, trying to calm my heart. Guilt wrapped tight around my chest, and Lotta’s face floated up in my mind.
(What have I done…?)
I bit my lip. Ever since Lotta got pregnant, I swore I’d keep my distance from all temptation. I promised myself I’d never act on the urges that clawed at my thoughts. But now…
The woman in front of me wasn’t just the skilled Thief senior I looked up to. She was something else entirely.
Her back was damp with sweat. Her chest, her body, all of it pulled me in like a storm I couldn’t resist. Every movement from Hiroya, every sigh from her lips, all of it burned into my mind. I couldn’t stop the way it twisted my thoughts.
(…This is bad… really bad…)
My breathing turned shallow. My heart pounded, out of sync with my body. Guilt stabbed through me like a blade, but Martina’s image was too strong to shake.
Mr. Hiroya moved again, adjusting his posture. Martina followed his lead with a soft breath, her hand rising to meet his.
Her voice came again, soft like a thread being pulled.
”Hmm… Big Brother Hiroya… gentle, okay? It still feels strange…”
Her words melted into the quiet room. I backed deeper into the darkness, but the heat in my chest wouldn’t fade.
Martina’s body, her voice, her flushed expression—all of it played again and again in my head, like a loop I couldn’t escape.
Even now, my body trembled. Even now, I didn’t want to look away.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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