Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 63

“Ha, why is it so tight? It got even tighter.”

“Because… it’s been a while….”

“You didn’t masturbate even once?”

“….”

The unexpected question made me freeze. It felt like he had peeked into my mind and caught me masturbating. When I stayed silent, Nardi met my eyes.

“Did you masturbate?”

“…A few times, hnn, I didn’t.”

“Haha, how did you do it? Did you insert something?”

He even asked for specifics. I frowned from the intense pleasure coursing through me and lifted one hand vaguely. Pressing my clitoris with my fingertips, inserting a finger. To show I had only used one finger, I folded every finger except my middle one.

“Ah, your finger… how was it? Did you like it?”

“It was… just okay, ah….”

“I’m better, right?”

There was no comparison. As I nodded, embarrassment rushed in at having talked about my masturbation. I parted my lips, wanting to defend myself somehow.

“I wasn’t doing it every night, and when I didn’t, it felt weird… and I didn’t do it much. I was busy making magic tools for my sister, ah, the self-defense ones.”

“Eloise only thinks about her sister. I thought about you the entire subjugation.”

Nardi looked disappointed.

If I had to be honest, my priority had always been Iella, and in the past few days, even more so. She was a non-wizard whose safety was being threatened. But that didn’t mean I never thought about Nardi.

“I also thought about you. A lot. When I did it alone, I thought of you.”

“…Really?”

“Aahk…!”

His thrusts, already strong and fast from the beginning, grew even rougher.

“Uh, uuh….”

“Eloise really plays with me.”

Pleasure and delight twisted together beautifully on his handsome face. I wondered if this was something to be that happy about.

Sex and Nardi were inseparable to me. My only experience was with him, and countless rounds of sex had bound the two together in my mind.

“Even when we were apart, I think we were connected. I did it alone countless times thinking of you.”

“This time, during the subjugation?”

“Yes.”

“How…?”

“I went out of the campsite at night and did it in the forest.”

Was he insane?

“What if a demonic beast appeared…?”

And what if someone else saw him?

“But I came back safely.”

“You didn’t come back completely safe.”

I had momentarily forgotten his injury. Doing this with someone hurt was wrong….

“It was just a small mistake on the last day.”

So he got distracted.

I wanted to ask how exactly he got injured, but Nardi didn’t seem interested in talking about it. He cared far more about the thrusting he was doing right now, and naturally, all my nerves focused on the friction too.

He held my knees, and through the wide M shape my legs made as I lay down, his massive pillar moved in and out. It felt like being impaled by a harpoon. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, and except for that, I couldn’t move at all. The thick, dense shaft pressed every part of my inner walls as it went back and forth, rubbing hard enough that it felt like my insides might bruise. It was definitely overwhelming, but at the same time, even more than that, it was electrifying. The heated fireball inside me was being struck directly by his moving flesh.

“Aaaah, hngh, aaang….”

Especially when he reached the deepest point and tapped against the flesh there, a sharp, cutting pleasure burst through me. One drawback was that the pressure near my bladder made me feel like I had to pee. But even that sensation was strangely addictive. Like the law of action and reaction, whenever the deep end was pressed hard, something inside me wanted to release.

His length plunged in deep, hit, then slid all the way out only to return again….

The rubbing of my inner walls and the pressure at the very end were both overwhelmingly sharp, every moment hitting me with pleasure without a single break. Within a single cycle, pleasure swelled like a wave.

“Huh, do you like me?”

Even though I’d already answered yes, Nardi wanted to hear it again.

“Yeah, I like you….”

“How much do you like me?”

Even in the middle of losing my mind, he kept asking questions. With my thoughts blurred by pleasure, I struggled to think, then asked something I’d been curious about.

“The rumors about Rocceni Ferretti… it was really fake?”

“Yes, completely made up on their side. Totally false…!”

I had more or less suspected it.

The rumor that Nardi and Rocceni were getting married had only flared briefly at the time before disappearing. Since he had warned the Ferretti side not to spread false rumors and corrected it as a lie to everyone else, the rumor had quickly died out. Things did quiet down, but I still wanted to hear a confirmation directly from him.

“It made me, hngh, a little uneasy.”

I’d said I wasn’t bothered, but that wasn’t true. Once I admitted my honest feelings, Nardi’s face brightened.

“Why? Why were you uneasy? Don’t tell me you were even a little jealous?”

Seeing the expectation all over his face made me almost laugh. And I wanted to meet that expectation.

“Yeah, I think… I was.”

I really was.

I hadn’t experienced it often, so I thought jealousy was a rare feeling for me, but maybe not. I didn’t like the feeling, but Nardi looked thrilled, almost overwhelmed. His face flushed as he moaned, then suddenly he straightened his expression and went blank.

“You’re driving me crazy, Eloise. I’m barely holding back, so why do you keep tempting me?”

“Holding back what?”

He looked like he was unleashing every desire he had, so what exactly was he holding back?

“Hnngh, Nardi…!”

But I learned the answer immediately.

He slid his hands from behind my knees down my calves, grabbed my ankles, and pressed them downward. My hips lifted, and the penetration angled deeper. It was already deep, but now it felt unbearably deep, and my mind blurred.

“Hah, it’s so deep… too deep….”

“Shh, don’t clench. Relax, Eloise.”

I wasn’t clenching, and relaxing was impossible. His solid pillar spread me to the limit, pressing my inner walls so intensely they throbbed. How was I supposed to relax like this?

To make things worse, he applied a light force to the hands restraining my ankles. As my ankles were pushed toward the sheets, my hips lifted even more and the penetration grew even deeper. My body was folded, my calves ending up on either side of my face as I took him in a humiliating position, my sex almost pointing at the ceiling.

Squish, squish, squish-

The place where his tip and the end of my passage met was pushed farther and farther back. It felt like he went one level deeper, burrowing into the very inside of the inside. My mind blanked, my body curled, and each time he pressed that deepest point, a tingling, violent pleasure and the urge to pee surged at once. The two sensations rose together in direct proportion, the urge reaching a dangerous level while the pleasure was stronger than anything.

Nardi shortened the distance of his thrusts and focused on the deep, narrow place. With relatively short strokes, he assaulted the end repeatedly, like pounding it. With arousal flowing nonstop, the friction felt like it might ignite.

“Aahk, aaah, aaah….”

It felt so good, too good, and wrong, and impossible, and too good….

Nardi thrust at the highest speed, powerful and relentless, and the pleasure shot up steeply. The urge to pee rose just as sharply, trembling on the verge of bursting. I wanted to let everything go, but with the last shred of reason, I barely whispered.

“Hah, Nardi….”

“Yes, Eloise.”

“I… I need to go to the bathroom.”

“….”

He paused for a brief moment, then resumed thrusting.

“You can go.”

“You have to let go, pull out, so I can….”

My ankles were pinned in his grip while his massive pillar stayed buried in my vagina.

“You can do it right here.”

“…Don’t joke around, ngh….”

“Of course I’m not joking. I can’t stop here. I’ll wash the sheets later, so just take care of what you need to comfortably.”

I wanted to tell him that was ridiculous, tell him to stop for just a moment, but all that came out of my mouth were moans.