Senior, I've Come to Visit - Side Story 3

Startled by his shocked tone, I hurried to speak.

“No, I was just thirsty.”

“Drink water.”

He brought a clear glass of water to my lips. I accepted it for now, emptied the glass, and looked straight at Nardi.

“…I love you.”

It was sincere, but every time I said it out loud, it somehow felt embarrassing. Thanks to the alcohol, I managed to say it more easily, and his face broke into a smile.

“I love you too.”

“Mm.”

“It reassures me so much when you say it, even if it’s only because I asked. But sometimes… I really want you to say it first.”

“Even if you don’t say it first?”

“Yes.”

Now that I thought about it, I only said it back when he asked or when he said it first. It wasn’t intentional, just embarrassing. Maybe Nardi had been bothered by that.

After thinking briefly, I nodded willingly.

“Alright.”

“Thank you.”

His sincerity made me feel awkward. It wasn’t a big deal, really. He told me he loved me dozens of times a day, so maybe I had been too indifferent.

“That was your worry?”

“Yes. I feel reassured when you share your feelings on your own….”

“Why are you anxious?”

He let out a small laugh.

“Because feelings aren’t visible. Wanting to keep confirming your love probably makes me look clingy, doesn’t it?”

His embarrassed expression surprised me, and I shook my head.

“Not at all.”

Nardi was usually straightforward, but he seemed even more honest tonight. Maybe because he’d been drinking, or because I was drunk, he revealed his worries without filtering anything. It was cute how he still wanted to look good for me, and a bit pitiful how he seemed affection-starved. From worrying about hugs to asking me to say I love him, everything came from the same place.

I thought I expressed my affection plenty. Was it not enough?

“Don’t worry. To me, you’re the most attractive person in the world. I was just shy… and bad at saying things out loud. I’ll say it often from now on.”

“…That’s so moving I might cry.”

He covered the corner of his eyes with his large hand, pretending to cry. When I pulled his hand away, there wasn’t a single drop of tears.

“You’re not crying at all. Pour me another drink.”

“Stop drinking, you cute little drunk.”

“I solved all your worries, didn’t I? Just one more glass.”

“Fine.”

Whether my persuasion worked or he simply gave up, he gracefully tilted the bottle and poured the drink. Feeling good, I wiggled my hips lightly, took my glass, and drank a sip. As I savored it slowly, he placed his hand over mine, covering the glass, and guided it to his own lips.

Before I could blink, he drank every last drop, and I shouted in shock.

“That was mine, why’d you drink it?!”

“I can’t help it when you look like that. Your neck’s completely red.”

He soothed me with a gentle pat on my stomach, then quietly lifted the hem of my pajama top.

“See? Your stomach’s red too.”

When I looked down, my white stomach had indeed flushed pink.

I could definitely handle one more drink, though….

“Are your chest red too?”

He suddenly asked as if the thought had just occurred to him.

“…I don’t know.”

It was my own body, but I had to see it to be sure. My whole body felt hot, so my chest probably was too.

“….”

He lifted my pajama top higher, and sure enough, my flushed chest was exposed.

“It’s red.”

His hand gently cupped my breast and stroked it.

“Mmh….”

“It’s like when you had breast engorgement before.”

Breast engorgement. It had been a while since I’d heard that word. My breasts had flushed like this back then too.

“I’ll take care of it right away.”

“Ah…!”

In an instant, he lowered his head and took my breast fully into his mouth. He sealed his mouth around the swollen mound and sucked deeply, tongue and lips pressed tightly against me, and pleasure spread through me at once.

Even though I knew it wasn’t breast engorgement this time but simply because I’d been drinking, Nardi acted as if he were trying to heal me like before. Supporting my back with one arm, he bent his upper body and kept my breast in his mouth while his other hand gripped the soft flesh. He kneaded the fullness of my left breast and sucked the center as if trying to draw the entire mound into his mouth.

Of course no milk came out, but the sensation of something being pulled free made me moan.

“Ah, ahh….”

Sssch—

With a wet sound, his lips parted from me. But immediately afterward, his tongue slipped between them and circled my nipple. He sucked the pink, rounded mound so it jutted out, then pressed it back down with his tongue, licking firmly. He played with it in all sorts of ways, running the tip of his tongue straight from bottom to top, top to bottom, then in slow circles. Every time the sensitive nipple was pressed, my body jolted.

“Hn…”

My pajama top kept slipping down and brushing his face, so I grabbed the fabric with one hand. Even in the haze of pleasure, I held it up myself, baring my breasts to him.

After soaking my nipple and areola with his tongue, Nardi sucked deeply again. He drew the mouthful of flesh further into his mouth, as if he intended to claim it as his own.

And in turn, my body below felt ready to claim him—whether his tongue, fingers, or his length. My entrance tingled and ached with emptiness, the opening fluttering as if searching for something to bite down on. Without realizing it, I lifted my hips, trying to stimulate myself.

“Mm, the bedroom….”

The tiny whisper slipped from my lips on its own.

He shifted the hand that had been holding my breast, sliding it down to support under my thighs. He didn’t release my breast until the very last second, sucking hard as he lifted me. Staying in the same position with me clinging to his side, he stood and carried me effortlessly toward the bedroom.

In moments, my back met the bed.

“Eloise.”

“What?”

“Do you think here turned red too?”

I knew exactly what he meant. Just like with my pajama top, he grabbed the waistband of my pajama pants along with my underwear and pulled them down in one smooth motion. In seconds, he’d stripped me bare. Holding my thighs, he spread me wide open.

“….”

Haa….

His gaze fixed directly on my exposed pussy.

“It’s red here too.”

His quiet murmur made my face burn.

“There… it’s always…”

It was a place that flushed easily.

The pink mound stood out against the pale skin surrounding it, and whenever I was aroused or touched, it grew even redder. I was excited now, and though I hadn’t been stimulated enough to be fully satisfied yet, he touched me so often and for so long that it felt like I was always flushed there.

Embarrassed by how red I was, I closed my legs and then immediately reached for his arm.

“Sit.”

“Yes.”

He was much bigger and stronger than I was, yet he followed my lead without any resistance. I sat him down on the edge of the bed, then spread my legs and straddled one of his thighs. Pressing my pussy against his firm leg both hid me better and let me rub the way I wanted.

Earlier, when I’d been held like a mermaid with my legs together, the stimulation had been limited. But now, with my legs open to either side, I could press directly against one strong thigh.

“Mmh….”

Slowly, I rocked my hips forward and back, rubbing my pussy against him.

My sense of shame really had no consistent standards; after being embarrassed about showing myself, here I was grinding directly on his thigh.

“Hahaha.”

At his soft laugh, I lifted my head. His gaze met mine from close up.

“Why are you always so cute whenever you do this?”