Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 11

“Then should I not put it in?”

“…You’re loosening me well, so it’ll be fine. It’ll definitely be fine.”

So ridiculous….

Nardi was a master of changing his words today.

“Hngh….”

In the end, he inserted even his ring finger, and three fingers spread my vagina open like a triangle. As the number increased, the foreign sensation intensified proportionally. His fingers, filling me to the brim, slid out and went back in, tightly scraping my inner walls. It was uncomfortable, yet every place he passed sent sparks of dizzy pleasure.

My inner walls, almost untouched until now and practically immune to stimulation, were being scraped by three long, thick fingers. This state felt just right, enough to be a bit overwhelming but deeply satisfying, to the point where I almost wanted to change my mind.

Maybe instead of actual penetration, I should ask him to just keep doing this?

No matter how I looked at it, Nardi’s member didn’t seem insertable, and I was satisfied with things as they were.

Would it be wrong to be the one who suggested we sleep together, only to enjoy the foreplay and then run away?

“Aah, since you’re big, penetration might be impossible….”

I pushed the responsibility onto him. Nardi noticeably panicked as he kept both hands moving. It was rare to see him so flustered, his lips opening and closing as if unsure what to say, and I almost laughed.

“No, Senior. Of course it’s possible. And I don’t have experience, but I heard that the bigger a man is, the better it feels for the woman.”

“That only counts if it’s within a reasonable size.”

“…I’m not that big.”

Nardi shrank back, trying desperately to make himself look smaller.

That didn’t make him look small at all.

His expression looked pitiful on purpose, or at least he seemed to be pretending to be pitiful. With that huge body like a walking doorframe acting all meek, it was strangely funny.

Unlike myself, I suddenly wanted to tease someone else for once.

“Will you be able to do it….”

It wasn’t entirely teasing; there was some sincerity mixed in. Honestly, if he were within a normal big range, I would’ve agreed to penetration without hesitation. Nardi definitely held part of the responsibility.

“I can do it, Senior. I’ll do well.”

His attitude was extremely desperate and earnest.

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

“To the point I’d sell my soul to a devil.”

Why would you sell your soul to a devil?

Even in this situation, his hands kept moving. The pleasure kept rising without pause, and at this rate, I’d reach climax soon, and once I climaxed, I probably wouldn’t want to go further.

Still, since we started, we should see this through.

“Hngh, stop for a moment.”

Immediately, the two hands touching my pussy halted. Feeling the sudden loss, I quickly opened my mouth again.

“Next to the bedroom is my research room. In the brown drawer, there should be male birth control. The label’s on it, so it’ll be easy to find.”

“I’ll bring it right away.”

Nardi’s face lit up instantly as he carefully withdrew his hands. The finger on my clitoris lifted lightly, and the three fingers inside my vagina slowly slid out completely.

“Please wait just a moment.”

He left the bedroom like an arrow, and I heard the sound of him opening the door to the next room, my research room.

Since I needed to analyze and use various ingredients, I kept almost all kinds of magic potions on hand, and birth control was one of them. Since I couldn’t take other medications due to experiments, Nardi had to be the one to take it.

Even the brief pause in stimulation felt disappointing. I lay tense, waiting for the moment of actual penetration.

“Is this the right one?”

Soon, he returned with a sky-blue pill and a glass of water.

“Yes.”

After swallowing the pill with water, Nardi stared at me intensely as he approached the bed. I pressed my thighs together slightly and twisted them to hide my glistening pussy coated with clear fluids.

But once he sat on the bed again in front of me, he grabbed my thighs and spread them wide.

“….”

“I’ll do it, Senior.”

“…Don’t put all of it in.”

I’d known even before starting. If he inserted that entire length to the end, something terrible would happen.

“I won’t, don’t worry.”

Ah….

His bare penis touched my bare pussy. Even with only the tip touching, I felt the heat, the vividness, and the heavy, solid size. Holding his shaft with one hand, Nardi moved it up and down, rubbing the tip along my pussy. The soft flesh, like kneaded dough, was swept widely and pushed out of shape. Both my pussy and his tip were soaked, making it smooth yet tightly pressed together.

The tip, sliding vertically over my outer lips and the slit, stopped above my vaginal opening. Pressing down over the entrance and its surroundings, he spread the folds and pushed between them, prying open the passage.

“Hh….”

Trying to enter, he pulled the entrance in one direction, stretching it sharply.

As he tried to insert it, certain parts around my entrance were stretched in one direction, pulling tight and aching.

“It’s okay, relax.”

Easier said than done….

After several attempts, he finally managed to push the tip in, and all directions of the entrance stretched painfully open. His tip was wedged there, forcefully prying my entrance open.

My face twisted, and I brought my fingers to my mouth to bite them. I knew it was a childish gesture, but this wasn’t the time to care. Narrow but elastic, my entrance stretched long and wide around him.

“Haa….”

Nardi was struggling too, sweating hard. He kept checking me, and then once again pressed his finger to my clitoris, circling it. The stimulation and pleasure that had paused resumed, letting me breathe again. It felt like I was escaping into the safe pleasure spreading from my clitoris.

With my attention diverted, Nardi slowly began to push in. Following the entrance, all sides of my inner walls were pressed and shoved aside by his shaft. The passage, which had been barely wide enough for a finger or two, stretched as wide as a woman’s forearm. The pressure was immense. My inner walls expanded exactly to the size and shape of his member and felt pressed flat. Something felt like it might tear, and I couldn’t endure it without shouting my pain.

“It hurts, it hurts…!”

“Should I pull out?”

He looked ready to pull out immediately.

“Just stay still for a moment….”

“Yes.”

At the brink between success and failure, I postponed my decision. I couldn’t tell him to continue, but I couldn’t tell him to pull out either. I simply stayed still, waiting for the pain to settle. Nardi froze like a statue, keeping his shaft exactly where it was, occasionally rubbing my clitoris gently.

The image of a greedy snake swallowing prey much larger than itself came to mind, then pausing to digest it. A snake that couldn’t digest and couldn’t spit it back out, eventually bursting from its own greed.

No, I’d never been greedy, so thinking that way felt unfair. It wasn’t my vagina that was like a snake, but Nardi’s shaft. A serpent, a python, forcing itself into a hole far shorter and narrower than itself. So he suffered, and I suffered.

“Why are you even this big….”

“I’m sorry, Senior….”

You shouldn’t criticize someone for a physical trait they can’t change, but from the position of the one being penetrated, nice words wouldn’t come out. Nardi apologized again with a sad face.

“It must be hard for you. I’m sorry I’m big.”

“Forget it….”

I weakly waved my hand, telling him not to apologize.

Little by little, the pain subsided. After giving myself time to adjust, it was time to make the decision I’d put on hold.

Nardi should’ve been grateful for my personality. The type that had to finish anything once it started, and felt uncomfortable leaving things incomplete.

“It’s okay now, continue.”

“Yes.”

His shaft moved forward again, and it immediately stopped being okay. As he slowly pushed in, the narrow passage stretched to its limit, aching deeply. Passing the spot where only his fingers had reached before, the glans pressed against parts of my inner wall that nothing external had ever touched. The passage stretched wide, and my inner wall clung to his shaft without a single gap.

For what felt like an eternity, Nardi slowly thrust in tiny increments, pushing deeper and deeper. Only when the tip finally hit the end did the long advance come to a halt.

“Haa…!”

I let out the breath I’d been holding, relieved just a little. It still wasn’t safe to fully relax.

“It’s squeezing so much it feels like it’ll snap….”

Nardi looked like he felt good and miserable at the same time.