Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 13

“No, I’m… I’m not crying.”

I shook my head and rubbed the back of it against the pillow. He was still thrusting at full speed. The continuous friction kept the pleasure high. Nardi lifted his hand from my clitoris and leaned forward. Caging me between his arms, he watched me closely as he thrust with focused intensity.

“Does it hurt now?”

I didn’t know whether he meant my chest or my pussy, but neither hurt anymore.

“Yeah, I’m fine….”

“That’s a relief. Ha….”

My vagina didn’t hurt, but it was throbbing wildly like something broken. It contracted fast and irregularly, squeezing the connected organ. Whenever it tightened especially deep, he’d wince and let out a strained groan. Feeling him react instantly to what was happening inside me made the sense of being connected through an intimate place all too real.

“Ha, Senior….”

Watching Nardi struggle made me feel awkward too. Even if I wanted to stop, my vagina was out of control, contracting and relaxing on its own.

“I’m not doing it on purpose. It just does this by itself. I’m not tightening on purpose.”

“I know. You did well.”

What did I do well….

Even though he seemed to be struggling, Nardi continued thrusting without faltering. No matter how strong my vaginal contractions were, they were nothing compared to the strength in his hips. His shaft pushed through the squeezing and pulled out, and sometimes he even timed it to push in deeper.

“Agh….”

Even after climaxing, the rush of stimulation didn’t let me escape the trap of pleasure. Fortunately or unfortunately, Nardi was putting in his final burst of speed. Reducing the length of his thrusts, he mercilessly rubbed the deepest passage and struck the end repeatedly. Each impact spread through me like a wave, shaking my whole body.

“Aah, aaah, ah…!”

Just when I felt like I’d lose consciousness, he shoved his shaft all the way in.

Like a dragon thrashing, his thick length twitched violently and released liquid in forceful bursts. Hot, molten metal-like semen poured inside me.

“Haa….”

Breathing heavily, Nardi kept moving his hips. Holding me close, he continued thrusting at a slower pace, releasing and spreading the liquid. The hot fluid seeped into my inner walls naturally, and some was pushed deeper by the contractions.

This is exhausting….

After waiting a moment, I gently pushed his shoulder.

“Take it out now.”

“Yes.”

He answered obediently and pulled his member out. Even after being pulled once, a large portion of him was still inside. It made me wonder how deep it had gone. In two or three long motions, Nardi fully removed his shaft.

“Agh…!”

From the very deepest point to the outermost edge, the longest distance scraped through me, making it sting as if pieces of my flesh were being peeled away. Losing the massive organ I’d held for so long left me feeling hollow inside.

“Does it hurt?!”

He hurriedly checked my pussy.

I could feel my emptied vagina tightening sharply as liquid flowed out. It ran down the groove and pooled beneath my perineum.

“There’s blood… not a lot, but a little came out.”

Nardi panicked, not knowing what to do.

“Senior, are you on your period?”

“No.”

“Then it’s bleeding because of me? What should I do?”

I didn’t want to check for blood, nor did I have the strength to look. I was simply too drained, so I answered half-heartedly.

“It’s probably because it was my first time.”

“…Senior, it was your first time?”

“Yeah.”

“It was your first time… your first time.”

He muttered faintly. He sounded strangely pleased, which made me want to be petty, but my body and mind were too exhausted. Drowsiness washed over me, and I lay down comfortably on my side.

“If it weren’t for the experiment, I’d use healing magic on you, but… we can’t, right?”

The idea of healing magic on my pussy was ridiculous.

“Yeah, don’t. Forget it. I’m sleeping, I’m tired.”

“Sleep well.”

Soft cloth brushed between my damp thighs. Feeling him gently wipe me, I drifted off to sleep. Overwhelming exhaustion blurred my consciousness.

“…Eloise.”

It felt like Nardi whispered my name.

When I opened my eyes, the dim bedroom came into view.

“….”

I blinked blankly as I lay there. My bare body touched the sheets and blanket directly. Through the quarter-open door, faint light filtered in from outside. From the kitchen came distant sounds that seemed like someone was cooking.

It felt like I’d gone back to childhood.

When I woke from a nap around this hour, Iella would be preparing dinner.

Half-asleep, I recalled the blurry memories and stretched lightly.

“Ah…!”

The moment I tried to move my lower body, pain shot through me.

Both thighs felt sore and cramped, and worst of all, between them… my vulva and vagina throbbed and ached. Even my stomach hurt, as if the center of my whole body was in pain.

“Are you awake?”

Footsteps approached, and then the door opened wide. Nardi stood there, wearing comfortable clothes with what looked like my apron over them. The brown apron, slightly large on me, looked almost small on him.

“….”

I stared at him, dumbfounded, and he approached me with a bright smile.

“Did you sleep well?”

“…Yeah.”

The drowsiness lifted, and I tried to sit up. Putting strength into my lower body made a groan escape me.

“Ugh….”

“Oh no, does something hurt?”

“Just everywhere… can you bring me my pajamas and underwear, from the second drawer of the dresser…?”

“Yes.”

Without realizing it, I’d pulled the blanket over myself. Memories from before I fell asleep resurfaced clearly.

I had sex with Nardi.

My body felt clean, as if I’d washed before sleeping, but the nakedness and unfamiliar aches were unmistakable proof. It wasn’t a dream.

“Here you go, Senior.”

Through the dim, hazy air, I lifted my eyes.

“You picked this on purpose?”

The pajamas he brought were the most revealing ones I owned.

A pajama I only wore during the height of summer. How did he even find it?

“No, I just grabbed whatever my hand touched. Should I bring something else?”

“It’s fine.”

I put on the white sleeveless nightdress from the top down. The short hem reached halfway down my thighs, and I slipped on new underwear underneath. Moving slowly, I got out of bed and barely managed to stand.

Ha….

My legs ached and trembled. I hardly exercised, and after holding them wide apart in tension for so long, my thighs felt like they were screaming. The inside hurt especially, and lifting my foot to take a step was difficult.

“…!”

As I staggered, Nardi quickly grabbed me.

“Hold on to me.”

“Oh, thanks.”

Instinctively, I grabbed his collar.

“No, I’m the one who made you hurt.”

“Are you okay?”

“Of course. There’s no reason I wouldn’t be.”

Well, that made sense.

He was the one who inserted the giant shaft; of course I was the one who hurt. Nardi looked worried about me, yet his face was bright and his body perfectly fine, which made me feel irrationally annoyed. Limping embarrassingly, I leaned on him as we walked.

“Why haven’t you gone home yet?”

“Sorry? There’s no way I’d leave while you were asleep, Senior. I wanted to be here when you woke up. And we still have a lot to talk about.”

“….”

The aftermath I’d been avoiding. Was it time to face reality now? I suddenly didn’t want to talk at all.

“You must be hungry. You only had fruit all day, right? Let’s eat first and talk slowly.”

“…You cooked this?”

Even before entering the kitchen, something smelled delicious. On the stove, a pot of cream stew simmered with bubbling sounds. Beside it, a large piece of meat was roasting to a golden brown.

“Yes, please sit and wait a moment. It’s almost done.”

Nardi helped me sit and move in a busy yet relaxed way. He ladled a full bowl of stew into a prepared dish and set it before me. The cream stew, filled with vegetables, meat, and potatoes, sent up rising steam. He moved the roasted meat to a large plate and began cutting it into bite-sized portions.

“I went out to buy ingredients. It’s hot, so eat slowly.”