Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 38

“If we don’t get caught, it’s fine.”

Nardi was excessively carefree. He was the heir of a ducal house and the next chairman of the Wizards’ Association, meaning the future master of the Magic Tower, yet he didn’t seem the least bit worried about doing something like this inside the tower. Or maybe that boldness was precisely because of his position.

“If you want to, just let go of my hand.”

One of his hands stayed quietly caught in mine while his other hand, tongue, and lips moved busily.

“Haa….”

In my heart, of course I wanted to do it. By the time the feeding reached its peak, I wanted sex just as much as Nardi did. I was simply refraining right now because I was a normal, sensible person.

Chuup, slurp-

My right breast was being sucked, my left breast was being touched, pleasure spreading repeatedly, and below, love juice flowed out. Pale milk filled the area and the scent of milk was so strong it felt like I might get drunk on my own scent.

After being sucked for a long while, my emptied breast felt light and soft yet still large. It was already big to begin with, but ever since my first time, Nardi had touched and sucked it so much that it seemed to have gotten even bigger. While he kneaded the plump flesh firmly with one hand, he pressed his thumb against my nipple and rubbed. My toes curled on their own as a moan escaped me.

“Aah, aahng….”

Sshaa-

Nardi let go of my breast and, in an instant, lifted his upper body to kiss me. I reflexively parted my lips and accepted the kiss. As our moist, soft tongues tangled lightly, I faintly tasted my own milk.

A taste like milk diluted with water with a touch of sweetness.

Objectively, it wasn’t a bad taste, but tasting a liquid that came from my own body was unpleasant in itself. I considered avoiding the kiss, but after he had drunk so much of my milk, I didn’t want to make things awkward. Fortunately, the taste of milk faded quickly.

“Mmh….”

As we kissed deeply, Nardi’s hand caressed my breast.

A sweet, indecent feeling… and at the same time, my heart beat anxiously. With one hand, I braced myself against the table for support, and with the other, I held his hand that rested between my thighs. My fingers twitched from the pleasure, loosening and tightening around his hand over and over. I both wanted to hold his hand and to let it go.

Our warm tongues intertwined deeply. I closed my eyes, breathing through my nose, then pulled away first when I ran out of breath. I turned my head aside to breathe and immediately checked the door. Peck- he kissed my cheek.

“If you let my hand go, I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“Why do you keep tempting me?”

I was barely holding myself back as it was.

“Because I want to hold you, Eloise.”

At a distance where his breath touched me, I met his gaze. His voice was calm, but in his violet eyes lingered excitement and thirst. My fickle heart wavered wildly. Was I weak to Nardi, or was I weak to sex? It was probably both.

I glanced at the door again, listening carefully for any sound outside. The hallway seemed empty and quiet. I hesitated, then loosened my grip on his hand.

“…But seriously, really, let’s finish fast.”

“Leave it to me.”

The hand I released and the hand that had been on my breast both slipped under my skirt. He quickly hooked his fingers into the elastic on both sides of my underwear and pulled it down. I lifted my hips to help.

He slid my underwear down along my legs, then held it open and stared down at it. The area that touched my sex was drenched in clear love juice.

“….”

“Why were you trying not to do it when you were this wet?”

He acted either deliberately or genuinely upset.

I hadn’t refused because I wasn’t wet, I’d refused because we were in the lab…

Shaking my head, I covered his mouth with one hand, telling him to hurry and deal with the underwear. Nardi snickered, neatly folded my underwear, and slipped that too into his pocket.

“Don’t say things like that?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re actually really shy, Eloise.”

“You’re the one who made me embarrassed.”

“Haha, I only did it because I liked it. Was it embarrassing to that extent?”

‘I’ll make you feel good,’ he added, lifting my skirt and spreading my thighs left and right.

Under the lab lights, my pink pussy, glistening with love juice, was revealed blatantly. Between the symmetrical, plump folds, at the top where delicate wings gathered, was the clitoris, and Nardi’s fingertips touched that exact point.

“Aahk!”

Pleasure spread immediately at the subtle pressure and the circular motion.

Just like my breasts, my clitoris had swelled from frequent contact and its sensitivity had developed even more. The foreskin had slid back just enough for the little red bead to protrude, glossy and plump. He pressed his thumbprint flush to it and rolled it clockwise.

“Aah, aaah….”

My eyes closed on their own as my head tipped back. Squeak, squeak- a sound like rubbing wet rubber came from my clitoris.

At the same time, Nardi kneaded my breasts alternately with his left hand, rubbing the breast mounds. Naturally, droplets formed at the tips of my nipples and trailed down over my breasts to my stomach. He traced circles over my belly, spreading the milk.

For some reason, Nardi liked touching my stomach. He always did, and especially during sex, he touched my breasts and belly as if they were a set. Maybe I’d eaten too much tart at lunch, or maybe it was my posture sitting on the table, but my belly looked a little rounded. He tapped the slight curve, then stroked it gently. Bringing his milk-wet hand to his mouth, he extended his rosy tongue and licked it.

His hand returned to my breasts, and with both hands he moved busily, stimulating my breasts and clitoris up and down at the same time.

“Hnn….”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah, it feels good….”

A clear, refreshing laugh echoed.

“Doing it in the lab is kind of exciting, isn’t it?”

“…Easy for you to say.”

Overwhelmed by the strong pleasure, I had momentarily forgotten we were in the lab. His words brought me back to reality, and urgency twisted in my stomach.

“Hhng, hurry….”

“You want it fast?”

Still rubbing my clitoris with one hand, he tried to insert the fingers of his right hand. Considering the time, that seemed unnecessary, so I shook my head.

“Just put it in right away.”

The hand at my entrance paused.

“Are you sure it’s okay without loosening you first?”

“Yeah, we don’t have time, hurry.”

At my urging, Nardi said okay and pushed aside his pure white lab coat.

I was nearly naked except for my skirt, yet he was still almost fully dressed. Without needing to remove much, he unfastened his pants, and something enormous sprang out.

“….”

He stroked the stiff, long, thick shaft a few times with one hand, then angled it forward. As he took the insertion position, I tensed and swallowed hard. The thick mushroom-shaped tip approached, touched my pussy, and pressed into the wet, tender flesh.

“Haah….”

He brushed the tip up and down the vertical slit as if stroking with a paintbrush. The hot, swollen glans touched not only the parted slit but the flesh on both sides, rubbing my entire pussy. The center groove received the strongest friction, making it spread open, and the clitoris, the vaginal opening, and the countless pleasure points along that straight line were pressed. With friction, arousal coated the tip like paint, and my pussy was smoothed and crushed softly.

The blunt glans swept along the slit and stopped at the radius just above the vaginal opening. Reflexively, every movement in my body froze. Nardi held his firm shaft, pushed forward, and the tip pressed hard against my vaginal opening and its surroundings, uncomfortable and aching.

“Hng….”

“It’s okay.”

Reassuring me, he shifted the angle little by little as he moved the shaft. To fit a glans as big as a baby’s fist into the narrow opening, he adjusted it this way and that, finding the most workable angle and applying pressure. The tip pressed firmly against the entrance, then pop- it barely managed to wedge itself inside.

Aaah….

Once the front part slipped in, it steadily continued to enter. As if feeding something into me, his thick shaft pushed from bottom to top and at the same time on a diagonal…