A round hole had opened in the center of the inner flower petals. The small flower petals were lined up like creases and he could see inside her body.
He had known a woman had two holes down there, but he immediately knew which one was the important one even though he had never seen one before. The urethra would never open that wide.
The hidden hole in the center of her garden reacted harshly, as if it were another creature altogether. It twitched while opening and closing, it wriggled as if biting at the air, and finally spat it back out as a nectar-filled mist. It was such an intense sight that he might have been afraid if he had had no prior knowledge.
This was a clear reaction of longing.
“Your eye has closed, but the effects are really sticking with me. …The ether resonance is just too powerful. It really is like you’ve stolen my body and my heart.”
“What?”
“I’m saying my pussy is going to drive me insane if you don’t fuck it.”
She grabbed the boy’s hand and guided it to her breasts.
He had thought he was used to the sensation of a woman’s bust since his sister liked to cling to him, but the sensation in his palm was completely new. His forearm stiffened at the unexpected softness. He unintentionally filled his fingers with strength.
He could have sworn he was not squeezing that hard, but his fingertips tore right through the material of her black shirt.
“Ah… S-sorry.”
“Hm? Oh, no, no. That’s just how my clothes work.”
Mutsuki let go in surprise, but Micha smiled and pinched the torn part of her shirt.
It had felt like cotton when he had touched it, but that turned out to be inaccurate. When she pinched it together and massaged it, it reconnected and was as good as new.
“It works fine when it’s dry, but it gets like this when it absorbs salt water. Like seawater. Or sweat.”
She pulled on it herself and tore it again.
It seemed to become something like gelatin when it absorbed sweat. At any rate, Mutsuki breathed a sigh of relief that he had not ruined her shirt.
A lightbulb seemed to go off in the woman’s head and she brought his hand to her chest again.
“Feel free to tear it as much as you want?”
“…”
She claimed to be an angel, but she tempted him like a demon.
Tearing her clothing was somewhat removed from sexuality and that slight shift of guilt opened a hole in his resistance. His fingers reflexively tensed and peeled away her gel clothing.
With the cup removed from one of her breasts, it tumbled free with a lovely bounce. Despite its weight, the tip not only did not sag but actually pointed somewhat upwards. Her beautiful, large breast almost seemed to stick out from her wild-colored body.
(I-I can’t do this when I only just met her today. …It’s, um, rude.)
He did think that for a moment, but at the same time…
(But she’s the one telling me to do it. …Her breast is so beautiful. It looks so soft.)
A crack had formed in the dam set up by the reasonable half of his mind, so he could no longer control his instincts. He gulped as he looked up at the perfect curves of that melon that was trembling ever-so-slightly.
When she saw him breathing more heavily, the beautiful woman laughed lewdly and guided his hand to her other breast.
“Go ahead. Have your way with my tits.”
“…”
It did not take him long to grab that cup in his hand too.
The second kiss of Mutsuki’s life lasted long enough to burn deep, deep down into his brain.
Not only were Micha’s lips nice and plump, but an abundant supply of sticky saliva was hidden behind them. He could hardly remain polite when offered such a luscious fruit, so he sucked on them and jammed his tongue in from the moment they reached his own lips.
He licked through her sticky mouth and slurped along the base of the sweet tongue that gently responded in kind.
(Micha-san’s tongue… It’s so slippery and feels so good. And it smells amazing.)
Mutsuki attacked with his youth on full display, but the woman responded with the composure of an adult. She stroked his hair while softly receiving his lips and providing him with the wet nectar of her saliva.
When he occasionally needed to take a breath, he inhaled an intensely fragrant floral aroma. She had taken over his lungs as well as his mouth.
The boy lost himself in the angel’s kiss and his hands crawled along her soft cocoa-colored flesh.
“Nkh… Nfh. Mfh. C-c’mon, Mutsuki-kun.”
She had retained the composure of an adult with just his lips, but she too began to melt when he began roughly attacking her bust.
The great hills of her breasts were large enough to bulge out between his fingers as he squeezed and fondled them from below.
(I never knew boobs were so soft. My fingers feel like they’re going limp. Ah ha ha. But this part is nice and hard.)
He continued his persistent attack, waited for her to moan directly into his mouth, and pinched her nipples.
Unlike the pink he had seen below, these stiff points were darker colored like her skin. That made them look incredibly obscene, so he could not help but tease them. Not satisfied by only pinching them, he tickled her trembling areolae too. He also poked at the depressions at the very ends of the tip meant for lactation.
“Nfh… S-stop that. Don’t tease my breasts.”
Even though it was his first time, his persistent petting made Micha’s limbs twist around.
“Hyah! D-don’t tug on them like- ah! I mean it…”
“But your boobs are so sexy.”
“You’re such a naughty boy. Your Serpent’s Eye has only just awoken and you’re already trying to make a woman your slave?”
Heat had entirely filled her eyes, so she moved her hand from his hair, slid it down his back, and pulled down his boxers.
She had been touching it quite a bit already, but removing the boxers exposed his sweaty hips to the cool air. The boy shuddered.
“Heh heh. You might know your way around a pair of tits, but I see you’re still a kid down here.”
With her lips still ready to kiss his, she wrapped her fingers around what she had pulled from his boxers.
Mutsuki was a picture of adolescence with how hard and full of life he was, but he could not argue when she called him a kid. As his short stature suggested, the wrinkly balls she gently stroked were still nearly pink and there was barely any pubic hair to speak of. Most of all, the tip was still covered by the foreskin even though the penis bent upwards like a scimitar.
The woman gave a satisfied grin when she saw that youthfulness that belied the boy’s lustful attitude.
“Not to worry. I’ll make a man out of you.”
“~~Ahh!”
She began mercilessly stroking the base.
As her fingers pulled up and down, the cover at the top was peeled back.
This was not the very first time, but he had only rarely peeled it back even when pleasuring himself. He had generally moved the foreskin to stimulate the contents until he ejaculated. That was all he would do. And yet…
“Nhaaah!”
The woman’s slender fingers mercilessly wrapped around the sensitive head.
It felt like jolts electricity surged from the surface of contact and his spine bent backwards.
“Did that hurt?”
“It…did.”
Her fingers were still wrapped around it, so his entire body trembled as he answered. Technically, it was not pain he was feeling. The base of his thighs seemed to itch and the pure boy did not know how to explain it.
But Micha seemed to know exactly what words would affect him.
“Bear with it. A cock this lewd is sure to be feeling good in no time?”
“Ah…ahhh…ahhhh. Micha-san, wait, wait!”
She rhythmically squeezed and relaxed her fingers.
She had only wrapped her fingers around the head of his penis, but an electric storm of shocking pink filled his vision. He lifted the muscles of his lower stomach and writhed about from the sharp, prickling sensation.
Micha’s smile grew.
“How very strange. You claim this hurts, but your cock is only getting bigger.”