Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 46

“I don’t know….”

After a brief hesitation, I ended up giving a completely random answer.

“Why do you always say you don’t know when you’re so smart?”

“When we’re doing this, I can’t think very well.”

“Really? Then leave it to me.”

“Ah…!”

One finger slid in, parting the entrance.

Inside was slick with love juice, easily accepting his finger, but my startled heart wouldn’t calm and kept pounding.

This was one of the reasons I disliked this position. With another position, I’d see what Nardi was trying to do and wouldn’t be startled, but here it was impossible to check, so I couldn’t mentally prepare myself.

He hooked his finger around my entrance, stirring lightly before pressing the pleasure point with the tip. A sharp jolt shot through me immediately, and a moan escaped. Nardi bent his finger like a hook, applying pressure right on the spot that made me feel good, over and over. His touch was gentle, but the pleasure was intense.

“Hngh, aaah….”

“You feel so well and get so wet. It’s beautiful.”

Unlike earlier, he sounded satisfied now that I was soaked.

My vagina, full of pooled love juice, coated his finger in the same heat and slickness. The fluids kept flowing, wetting his hand and running down the insides of my thighs.

With his middle finger buried inside me, his other hand tapped my butt. His hand traveled up my spine, then down my side, eventually settling on my left breast. As he kneaded the heavy mound hanging downward, milk dripped onto the sheet.

“Hh, this isn’t good….”

When I lowered my chin to look, I saw exactly what I’d expected.

Through Nardi’s fingers, the pink mound of my breast protruded, a milky droplet gathering at the tip before falling. On the white sheet, dark spots formed one after another.

“What’s not good?”

“…I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“You’re going to say I’m being distracted again. But I wasn’t.”

Even when I thought about sex during sex, he always called it a distraction, so I didn’t want to answer.

“I won’t say that. Tell me.”

His tone suddenly became serious, catching me off guard. It really wasn’t anything special.

“…The sheet’s getting soaked. You have to do the laundry.”

I didn’t want someone else, an employee, to wash it. They’d find the milk stains strange.

“Haha, all right. Then I’ll treasure this sheet.”

“I said wash it, not keep it…!”

“Don’t worry.”

The way he subtly avoided a clear answer was suspicious. I opened my mouth to demand one, but his finger slid out, then plunged back in. A wet squelch accompanied the thrust as his finger moved in a steady rhythm.

“Aaah….”

The timing was clearly intentional. I tried to speak, but only moans came out as all sensation focused between my legs. With his long, thick-knuckled fingers, he swept through my vagina. It scratched the itching spots in exactly the right way, sending sharp waves of pleasure through me.

At the same time, his other hand kneaded my left breast. The soft mound bulged and fell between his fingers while milk streamed out. The drenched sheet filled my lowered face with the strong scent of milk.

I’m going insane….

But the most overwhelming sensation was definitely from behind. His fingers plunged back and forth between my soaked folds, splashing love juice. It felt as if he controlled my entire body with just one finger: humiliating, yet impossible to stop. Instead, I arched my back to make the motion easier.

“Ah, you’re so beautiful.”

He loved when I became active during sex. As if rewarding me, another finger slipped in beside the first. Two fingers rotated, bending as they pressed firmly at 12 o’clock, 6 o’clock, and every other angle.

“Haa, that feels so good….”

Revealing my honest feelings while also trying to provoke Nardi.

It felt good, it already felt so good… and of course, I naturally wanted the next step. His fingers were much larger than the average person’s, proportional to his tall height and broad build, but even so, I knew something even bigger. Something that could reach the deep, itching spot with ease and stretch the passage wide as it filled me completely.

“Do you like it?”

Nardi smiled as he slid in another finger. My vagina stretched wider, the pressure intensifying, but it still wasn’t perfect. For someone usually so quick to notice things, he was being unusually slow. He’d told me to leave it to him, and yet….

Without answering, I pushed my hips back. Lifting my perineum to press myself against his hand, I tried to get his fingers as deep as possible. His laugh grew louder.

“Hahaha, you’re so cute, really.”

“Hold me…!”

Stop laughing.

Only when I finally said it aloud—told him to hold me—did all three fingers slip out.

“Hold you? Like this?”

He pretended to hug me from above.

“No, put it in….”

He was definitely doing this on purpose.

I had no idea why he was being so annoying today. Nardi kept laughing as if everything was amusing.

“I love it when Eloise asks me to put it in.”

At last, he positioned himself properly behind me.

Actual penetration came with no surprises. Unlike his fingers, he couldn’t enter in one smooth motion.

The hot, thick glans covered my entrance and pressed over my entire sex. Forcing its way into the softened, loosened gap, the glans alone made me gasp. The opening and the passage behind it stretched painfully tight as overwhelming pressure spread through me.

Bit by bit, he pushed inside, expanding the passage each second. His long, thick shaft entered gradually, packing my vagina full. It filled me so tightly, so impossibly full, that tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

“Hnn….”

“Ha… why are you this tight?”

Because you’re huge….

“Even doing it every day doesn’t help. Maybe after ten or twenty years it’ll get easier?”

Ten or twenty years….

It sounded like he intended to be with me for that long. And honestly, even if we did this for ten or twenty years, I doubted it would ever get easier. His size made every insertion feel new.

“It’d be faster for you to use a shrinking spell.”

“That’s too extreme.”

“Your size is what’s extreme.”

“And that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

“Ah….”

Nardi began to move slowly.

The thick column of flesh withdrew partway from the passage it had stretched open, then pushed back in from the opposite angle. My inner walls compressed tightly around him, and as he slid through, the overwhelming fullness was incomparable to his fingers. Every time he thrust, the mix of strain and pleasure made me feel like I was losing my mind. That was why I’d asked him to put it in.

He moved gently at first, then gradually pushed deeper. His heavy, massive length went in and out, claiming more space each time. My vagina molded itself around him like a cast, widening with each thrust, then clenching back down.

“Aah, aaah, ah….”

This position did have its advantages. Because of the angle, he could reach deeper than with other positions. In any other position, I struggled with even half of his length, but with this one, it felt like two‑thirds of him fit inside. Whenever Nardi slammed down diagonally, the tip struck the deepest part.

It felt good. It felt good that he went so deep, but now it was starting to feel too deep. Every time he crushed that very end inside me, my knees weakened and an urgent pressure rose, as if I were about to pee. My head blanked, and fear tinged the edge of pleasure as the sensations pushed dangerously close to the limit.

“Hh, wait just a moment….”

“Yes.”

As Nardi paused briefly, I crawled forward a little. When he’d used his fingers earlier, I’d pushed back to take more, but now it was the opposite. I shifted slightly forward and back, trying to find the right distance, then signaled that he could start again.

“Mm.”

With a short laugh, the thrusts resumed. At the same time, his hands slid smoothly over me from my hips to my waist, then to the flesh beside my breasts. His hands moved down from both sides of my chest and grasped the soft flesh, kneading it.

“They’re really soft.”

Hanging downward in this position, my breasts felt especially plump and tender.