Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 10

My pussy prickled under his gaze, and with my most intimate place exposed, my heart pounded wildly. Wanting to at least hide my face, I covered my eyes with one arm.

“…Why is it so pretty?”

“….”

“There really isn’t a single part of you that isn’t pretty, Senior.”

Was he serious….

I’d never once thought that place was pretty, not my face or any other part of my body.

Compared to my plump outer lips, the inner ones were thin and delicate, and though everything was pink overall… the structure itself didn’t seem particularly pretty. Maybe it only looked unfamiliar because I didn’t see it often.

“It’s really so beautiful….”

Nardi’s hands rubbed both my thighs and spread them wider. My fully exposed pussy met the cool air.

When I glanced down, he had lowered his head and was staring closely at my pussy. Like he was examining crucial research results, he studied it with intense focus. Inside, I let out a silent scream.

Stop looking….

But at the same time, it strangely aroused me. What on earth was wrong with me today? Had I been hit with some kind of magic?

At least I wasn’t the only one naked. Nardi had removed his clothes below the waist too. Compared to that grotesque, monstrous size of his, mine was aesthetically decent. He had clearly been in the middle of stroking himself earlier, but once he started caressing me, he’d abandoned himself completely. Even so, his erection hadn’t weakened; it twitched threateningly on its own.

“I’ll make you feel good.”

One hand naturally slipped between my thighs. His fingers touched my bare pussy directly, the wet, tender flesh.

“Hh….”

His fingertips glided over my slick surface. After tracing the smooth outer lips, free of any hair, he slid down the vertical crease. From my clitoris to my perineum, he stroked up and down, pressing the pleasure points, and the slit slowly parted.

“Ahhk…!”

Every time he pressed my clitoris, a flash of pleasure surged. Noticing my reaction, Nardi placed both thumbs at my outer lips and spread them wide. My inner lips naturally folded back, and the clitoris emerged fully, its hood pushed away, revealing the small round nub. His fingerprint pressed directly against it.

“Ah!”

At the firm circular motion, my waist jerked upward.

“It’s here, right?”

Brightening, Nardi continued. Just like how I touched my clitoris when masturbating, he pressed his finger against it and circled in one direction.

But the pleasure was incomparable. It wasn’t my own hand, but someone else’s. His fingers were large, his fingertips broad, and his prints were rough and firm with calluses. The steady, light pressure as he kept circling made me feel like I was going to lose my mind. My hips lifted on their own, and my head twisted side to side.

Slick, slick-

Fluids coated my entire vulva, and my clitoris as well. As he rubbed the soaked surface, lewd wet sounds filled the air. Nardi looked between my face and my pussy again and again, his thumb moving without pause. Every time his gaze fixed on my pussy, it felt like he was memorizing its exact shape.

“Aaah, aaah….”

“If there’s anything else you like, tell me. I’m clumsy since it’s my first time, but I’ll learn fast. You know, right? You said I’m good at picking things up.”

“Your first time?” I asked back in surprise.

“Yes, I’m a virgin.”

“….”

It was a little unexpected. Of course I was also a virgin, but we were different people.

Thinking back, I’d never seen Nardi with a woman while we were at the Academy. I’d never heard rumors about him dating anyone either.

Still, he was popular, so I assumed he’d have experience. And from breast play until now, he seemed quite skilled and knowledgeable.

“But this, hngh, how do you know how to do it?”

“I don’t have experience, but I’ve looked up all kinds of materials, so I know a lot.”

How much had he looked up?

“That definitely seems like it.”

“Does it feel good?”

I silently nodded.

It felt like more than just good. Overwhelmed by indescribable pleasure, I forgot my embarrassment and reacted openly. As the little bead full of sensation was pressed, my perineum, my backside, and both legs moved on their own. My hips lifted and lowered, my inner muscles tightening and releasing, trapping and releasing Nardi’s hand.

“I feel really good too. I didn’t know a woman’s body could be this pretty and soft.”

His other hand rubbed my chest, my belly, and the inside of my thigh. His hand was so large it swept over my body in an instant.

“No, it’s because it’s you, Senior, that it’s this beautiful.”

Senior.

Every time he used that title, my conscience pricked. I felt like a bad senior leading a junior down a wrong path. But the guilt rose only for a moment before fading again. The constant friction of his finger over my clitoris made the pleasure too overpowering. I’d already crossed the line; I’d think about the consequences later.

And right now, Nardi was the one leading the pace far more than I was. Even while saying it was his first time and asking how I felt, he kept moving forward on his own, even without me saying anything. The hand that had been stroking my inner thigh now reached the entrance of my vagina.

“Hngh….”

Nardi switched his hands, rubbing my clitoris with the thumb of his left hand while circling around my vaginal opening with the fingertips of his right. The way he explored made it clear he was about to insert something soon, and I felt a bit tense. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d done insertion during masturbation, so it had been a very long time since anything had gone inside.

“If it hurts, tell me.”

“Uh….”

His middle fingertip slid up and down along the slit like earlier. As if wanting to deepen the groove, it stroked a short distance below the clitoris, then slipped along the fold and pressed inward.

The entrance of my vagina, full of fluids.

His finger slowly entered, parting the walls that had been tightly clinging together. As it slid in, it brushed against my inner walls. Far longer than my own finger, it went deeper than I expected, spreading the passage from within. His fingertip settled at a deep spot, unfamiliar and strangely stimulating.

“Hhh….”

“It’s really warm and wet,” Nardi murmured in awe as he lightly moved his finger.

Every inch of his finger, especially the inside and outside of the knuckle, pressed against my inner walls. I felt his finger vividly as it spread and filled me. It didn’t feel too foreign, but having someone else’s finger inside me still felt unreal and hard to adjust to.

It soothed and scratched the spot that had felt empty and itchy.

“Mmh….”

He stirred his finger gently. My inner walls were pressed in long strokes from various angles. He stretched and loosened the narrow passage, then partially pulled his finger out. With only about one knuckle left inside, he pushed back in and spread the passage again. Going in and out, he began rubbing the surface of my inner wall.

“Ah, haa…!”

At the same time, he kept rubbing my clitoris. As he circled the exposed bead, I felt each stroke vividly inside, his finger traveling back and forth along the unseen inner wall. Both areas were stimulated at once, and I felt like I was going to lose my mind. A flood of love juice soaked my inner walls, dripping out.

“I’m going to put in more.”

One finger was more than enough for me, but Nardi didn’t stop. He added another finger, pushing his index finger in alongside his middle finger.

He spread the two fingers apart, then brought them together, then scissored them, then pressed inward horizontally as he thrust. My vagina stretched sideways, uncomfortably tight.

“Mmh….”

When I had barely grown accustomed to two fingers, he tried to insert another, even his ring finger. As the new fingertip pushed into the narrow space, my face twisted on its own.

“Why are you putting in so many…?”

“My size is a bit large, so I need to loosen you enough so it won’t hurt.”

“….”

I had no rebuttal. He wasn’t wrong.

So he knew it himself. That his length was abnormally enormous.

“With you being this tight… I don’t know if putting mine in will even be okay.”