Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 58

It had been so long since the last time I had sex that even this small touch felt like pleasure I hadn’t felt in a while. The neatly closed slit parted, exposing the inner flesh against the blanket. With obscene grinding motions, my clitoris and the area around it were rubbed tightly.

“Hah, haa….”

My breathing echoed in the dark, quiet air.

I pulled up the only piece of clothing I was still wearing, lifting my top above my chest. With one hand, I kneaded my breast and rubbed my nipple while grinding my pussy up and down, or side to side, against the blanket.

The addictive pleasure made me repeat the movement. Only the surface of my pussy was being stimulated; nothing was inserted inside, but I imagined something thrusting in and out of me as I moved my hips. I pictured my empty vagina being filled completely while I rubbed my clitoris.

“Haah….”

I felt hot slickness spill along the passage. My once cold body warmed and loosened. After grinding a little more, I lay flat on my back on the sheets to do it properly.

Gripping my left breast like I was holding a handle, I slid my right hand downward. With the pad of my middle finger, I pressed precisely on the clitoris and began to rub in slow circles.

“Uhh….”

The direct, concentrated stimulation made the pleasure intensify immediately. As I pressed and rolled it firmly, tension shot into my calves, stretching the tops of my feet. My legs opened and closed on their own as I continued rubbing my clitoris. At some point, the love juice had spread, coating the clitoris lightly, and a wet, sticky sound echoed as I rubbed it smoothly.

My head tilted back and my mouth fell open. Using the knuckle of my left hand, I rubbed my right nipple in a straight motion while my right finger circled my clitoris counterclockwise. Frictioning both sensitive spots in similar ways made the pleasure rise even higher.

Before I realized it, I was thinking of Nardi. It wasn’t intentional; his image just appeared on its own. Once he came to mind, I purposely focused on him.

I imagined all these touches as if Nardi were the one caressing me… his face, his body, his hands. His handsome, alluring face, his well-built muscular body, those large hands with long, straight fingers and thick veins running across the backs.

Because I’d touched him and had sex with him so many times, I could picture him easily. The way he touched me, the way he held me, the heat of his body and the firmness of his skin… Nardi had always been skilled and attentive when he touched me. I imagined that it was him doing all of this, not my own hands, and the pleasure stacked higher and higher.

“Aah, ahng, aaah….”

My imagination spiraled far beyond that. The aching emptiness inside me paired too well with the thoughts reaching his member. After enough foreplay, insertion had always come like a natural rule….

Still immersed in that thought, my hand moved automatically. I lowered my right middle finger from my clitoris along the wet line. Love juice had pooled thickly between the folds. I found the entrance and pushed my finger inside. The hot, soaked passage spread open and clung to my finger as it entered.

“Ah….”

My body accepted a single finger easily. But rather than pleasure, it hit me like cold water.

This isn’t it.

This isn’t what I want….

Even if insertion wasn’t always easy, I preferred something longer and thicker….

My finger was much shorter and thinner than Nardi’s member, and even smaller than his fingers. It wasn’t that it gave no pleasure, but compared to his, it was faint.

“….”

Since there was no helping it, I tried to fill the lacking parts with imagination and moved the inserted finger instinctively. I pushed it in and out, scraping the inner walls. The tightly packed horizontal folds inside the narrow passage were brushed vertically. The sensation of scratching the spots that had been itching all along sent cool waves of pleasure through me.

I bent my finger now and then to press the upper pleasure point, the twelve o’clock direction inside the vagina. I had learned about this point and how to stimulate it entirely from him, and my body remembered it. With my left hand, I pressed down hard on my erect nipple for friction while my right hand moved in and out, bending and working actively.

Only having two hands was frustrating because I couldn’t stimulate my clitoris at the same time. I pulled the inserted finger out completely, circled my clitoris several times, then reinserted my middle finger. With a hand soaked in love juice, I slid smoothly across the outer and inner parts. Wet sounds and slick, bubbling noises followed continuously.

“Aah, ah, aaah….”

I worked my hand hard, making the love juice splash with each contact between my soaked pussy and my fingers. I wiggled my middle finger buried in my vagina in various directions, then pressed the pleasure point again. Sometimes I thrust back and forth, then removed it entirely to rub the nearby clitoris. Sharp tingles spread again and again, and the arousal streamed down the groove, dripping below my perineum and pooling on the sheet.

The pleasure below was stronger, so with only two hands and having to give something up, I abandoned my breasts and moved my left hand down as well.

Both hands gathered between my legs in a rather embarrassing position. Using my left fingers, I rolled the soft mound while my right finger thrust in and out, stimulating both sides simultaneously. The more I stimulated myself, the sharper and more sensitive everything became instead of dulling. My flushed, swollen mound turned soft, squelching with clear love juice.

Even though I was doing my best to masturbate, the strange sense of insufficiency wouldn’t leave. No matter how hard I tried to imagine having sex with Nardi… the gap between imagination and reality was too wide, breaking my concentration.

Nardi used that huge pillar of flesh to pack me full and strike deep… it was sometimes painful at the beginning because he was excessively big and thick, but the pain always faded, and the pleasure never did.

With fingers, I didn’t even need to search for the sensitive spots. His thick length pressed everything at once. That elastic, fierce thrusting….

“Aah…!”

My fingers sped up and I climaxed.

In the blurred line between reality and imagination, the climax spread through my entire body. Heat tingled from the tips of my fingers and toes. I pulled both hands away and let them fall wherever as I gasped for air.

I somehow reached orgasm, but I felt empty. Not all climaxes were the same. Compared to the overwhelming peaks I felt with Nardi, this one was thin and shallow.

And after that came the affectionate kisses, his hands, his embrace. But now I was alone, sinking into a brief afterglow by myself. The unresolved feeling made me suddenly sad. I couldn’t tell if the weakness in my body was from the climax or the emptiness.

“Nardi….”

I whispered his name out loud for the first time in a while and curled my lonely body tightly.

Busy days continued.

As the day the queen summoned me approached, I dug deeper into poison research and, staying cautious, kept making self-defense magic tools.

And the day I would meet Nardi again was also drawing near.

“They say the Barzen Mountain Range subjugation ended successfully! They already started their return.”

Four days ago, Lupina returned from a meeting and told me the subjugation force had departed. I didn’t know the exact return date, but since it was about time, I found myself tensing without meaning to.

Especially on mornings like this, when I was about to head to work, the feeling intensified. Stepping down from the carriage, I couldn’t help wondering whether Nardi had returned today, whether he might be at work already or not. Part of me looked forward to it, and at the same time, I was nervous. I wanted to see him because it had been so long, yet I still didn’t know how to face him when the moment actually came.

Trying to act as naturally as possible, I opened the lab door.

“Eloise!”

“Good morning.”

Lupina was the only one in the lab, which should have been a relief, but the expression on her face as she ran toward me said otherwise.

“I have bad news.”

“What news?”

“I just heard it myself… Nardi was injured during the subjugation.”

My heart dropped.

“Injured? There was no news about that….”