Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 9

Inside, I was certain Nardi wouldn’t refuse.

Was it confidence born from the confessions I’d received from men before, even if not from Nardi? Or was it because of how he reacted earlier?

“More importantly, who’s the father? Senior, did you have a lover?”

“So you really didn’t have a baby. Then a lover too….”

His reactions—shocked too much, then relieved—made me think he might have some feelings for me.

And he definitely seemed aroused enough now.

“…No.”

But unexpectedly, what came back was rejection.

“….”

“You’re sick right now, Senior. Let me keep that offer safe, and in three days- no, in two days, can we sleep together then?”

…Why would I sleep with you in two days?

“It has to be now. Either we do it now or forget it.”

“! But you’re sick right now….”

“You drained it for me, so I’m almost completely fine.”

Nardi stopped touching himself and stared at me in a panic.

I was genuinely fine now, but I never thought he’d agonize over something like this. So… he was willing to sleep with me?

His hand left my breast, then touched my cheek and forehead.

“It really does feel like your fever’s gone.”

“I told you.”

“If you’re not sick anymore….”

He seemed to change his mind in less than a minute. Both his hands moved to the edge of the blanket covering my lower half. My heart pounded wildly.

“Should we have sex?”

“…Yeah.”

At my short answer, both his hands pulled the blanket away, revealing my rumpled nightgown skirt and bare white legs. I felt exposed, as if a protective barrier had vanished. After moving the blanket aside, Nardi, who had been sitting sideways, climbed fully onto the bed and settled in front of me.

His massively erect member twitched right in front of me, and the weight of what I’d said finally hit me.

“Come here.”

He gently held my waist, helped me lie down comfortably, and placed a pillow beneath the back of my head. Kneeling between my naturally parted legs, Nardi leaned his upper body forward and placed both hands on my breasts.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Hngh….”

Unlike before, he pinched my nipples with his fingertips and rolled them as if twisting them. Both nipples, stretched long from earlier sucking, were stimulated along their sides. They hardened even more, and tiny drops of milk beaded on the tips. Ssak- Nardi licked one breast mound from bottom to top.

“Mm….”

In a room filled with the sweet scent of my milk, Nardi kneaded my breasts and rubbed my nipples with his knuckles. The flesh warped beneath his large hands, and my nipples were pressed and scraped as pleasure spread through me. Just like earlier, my nipple sank briefly into my areola, then sprang up like a spring the moment his knuckles lifted. His fingers pinched and twisted it, stretching it effectively.

“Ahk….”

My stomach tightened as my face twisted. Even with my eyes closed, I felt Nardi watching my expression.

“Does it feel good?”

“Uh….”

A clear laugh followed, and he spread his fingers to cup my breast, making the mound stand out even more.

Smooch, smooch-

Soft kisses landed repeatedly on the plump flesh and the breast mound.

Like someone kissing a beloved partner, Nardi showered my breasts with kisses, then licked both nipples one after the other. He licked them briefly and alternately before settling on my right nipple, pressing his tongue firmly against it and rolling it. At the same time, his thumb rubbed my left nipple in slow circles.

“Ah….”

As he licked the right side, milk flowed into his mouth, and on the left, his fingertips pressed the milk out, wetting the nipple. Both nipples were pressed and stimulated without rest by his tongue and fingers as pleasure spread through me.

He was deliberately showering me with endless caresses, and I was helplessly sinking into them. On top of that, I reflexively closed and opened my legs, then hesitated. My vulva tingled so much that I unconsciously moved like that, wanting stimulation somehow.

What would Nardi think of me?

Would he think I was an incredibly lewd woman once he realized?

Proposing sex first even when we weren’t lovers, moaning under his relentless touching, closing and opening my legs…. Even to myself, I felt extremely indecent. I’d thought I was sexually normal, but maybe I wasn’t. It felt like this whole series of actions, like Nardi had turned me into this.

He changed direction and this time licked my left nipple while rubbing my right nipple with his fingertips. He never once lifted his tongue, licking upward from bottom to top, then sweeping downward beneath his tongue, repeating again and again, drawing small circles with the tip. Then he took the stiffened nipple along with the breast mound into his mouth and sucked out the milk.

“Mmgh….”

Overwhelmed by pleasure, I tilted my head back, then lowered my chin to look forward. His golden hair, pure like melted refined gold, looked soft, and I wanted to touch it. When I raised my hand and gently stroked it, it was just as soft as I expected. Nardi lifted his gaze and met mine.

“You must be full.”

I couldn’t guess the exact amount, but if we measured my milk in cups, he would’ve already drunk several. At least five cups.

He parted his lips and released my breast mound.

“I’m nowhere near full. I usually eat a lot.”

Well, yes.

We ate together almost every day at the Magic Tower cafeteria. Nardi always ate with perfect table manners, elegant and graceful, but the amount he ate was truly something. Maybe he needed that much food to maintain that physique.

“And the sweeter it is, the thirstier it makes me.”

He took my breast mound into his mouth again and sucked out the milk.

I thought about telling him that if sweet things made him thirsty, he should drink some water, but decided to skip the boring remark.

Nardi brought both my breasts together with his hands, narrowing the distance between the nipples, and quickly alternated sucking from both sides. Then he squeezed them even closer, deepening my cleavage, and in one motion took both nipples into his mouth and sucked them at the same time.

“Hngh….”

I felt excited and electrified both physically and mentally. So this was why people sometimes chased after reckless impulses. No, more precisely, why people had sex.

When he let go of my breasts, the breast flesh bounced. As the mound settled back in place, he licked and sucked it again, and one of his hands lowered to touch the inside of my thigh.

Ah….

Lifting my nightgown skirt with his arm, his soft, slow caress made my mind blur. His warm palm stroked the sensitive inside of my thigh. It was a spot unusually vulnerable to stimulation, so even a light touch felt intense, and my body flinched.

As his hand went deeper, I held my breath for a moment. Slowly, gradually, it moved inward, and finally, his fingertips touched my underwear.

“…!”

Nardi calmly sucked my breast mound while touching my underwear with one hand. Feeling someone else’s hand there, I could tell just how wet I was.

Ha, my face burned with embarrassment.

His fingertips moved up and down, making the fabric roll inward and cling to my bare flesh.

With only the thin, wet cloth between us, he was touching my vulva. He rubbed both outer lips and the crease between them, making pleasure bloom everywhere.

Chuup-

Nardi straightened his upper body and looked down at me, licking his lips with his rosy tongue. He grabbed my lavender nightgown skirt along with the thin cloth barely covering my lower belly and part of my thighs, pulling them downward. Before I noticed, I was naked except for the white underwear on my body.

“Your underwear… it’s soaked completely.”

No. The part Nardi was looking at was definitely deeply stained.

“Don’t talk about things like that.”

“Should I not talk about it?”

“Uh….”

“Haha, are you embarrassed?”

“No, I’m not embarrassed,” I answered firmly.

I was a fully grown adult, and there was no reason to be embarrassed about something adults did.

“…!”

Nardi grabbed both sides of my underwear and pulled them down. The sticky fabric peeled away and quickly slid down my legs before falling completely off my body. His gaze locked directly onto my pussy.

Hh….

Because of what I’d said, I couldn’t show even a trace of embarrassment. But in reality, I was unbelievably embarrassed.

My vulva, wetter than it had ever been, rose and fell as if it were breathing. It seemed to follow the contractions and relaxations of my aroused vagina.