Callion lay Erna down on the bed and spread his arms to place his hands beside her. Climbing on top of her as if to trap her inside himself, he spoke to Erna.
“I don’t want to get slapped like last time, so I’ll ask for your permission in advance. May I touch your body?”
Erna, who was about to tell him to stop, remembered that the books she had read stated that insertion without any foreplay could be accompanied by great pain. She hated being in pain. So, if Callion could touch her body to make it less painful, it wouldn't be a bad thing. Then, suddenly, Erna remembered what had happened before. So, glaring at Callion, she spoke.
"It's okay if you promise not to touch it too hard."
“Hard?”
“Right. It was bad the first time you grabbed my leg, but do you even know how much it hurt when you grabbed my chest a week ago? Men say it hurts when you kick them between their legs, right? Women feel pain too if you get hit hard here!"
“I didn’t think I grabbed it that tightly...”
“I’ve been sick for days because of you, you know? The handprints are still there, and I can’t believe you didn’t realize you grabbed me so hard...”
Erna's face hardened. It seemed that Callion did not fully understand the extent of his power. It was clear that he would once again grope her as he pleased, leaving handprints on her body.
As if he had read Erna's thoughts, Callion spoke hurriedly.
“I’ll be careful. I will make sure absolutely no marks are left.”
“Good. You promised. Don’t forget to take your hand away immediately if it hurts.”
Callion nodded vigorously, as if his head were about to fall off.
In fact, he had been plagued by an unusually strong desire to touch her for quite some time. However, both times, he hadn't been able to squeeze her enough to satisfy him. But today, he was in his right mind, and since they had established their own rules, it was clear that he would be able to satisfy his desires as much as he wanted with her permission.
Erna lay down on the bed and covered her face with both arms, as if to say she had nothing more to say and was telling him to do as he pleased. Callion didn't like that, but he couldn't say anything. He felt that if he asked her to lower her arms and show him her face, she would get angry and tell him to stop.
Callion's hand touched Erna's leg. At that, the tense Erna flinched. However, since she only bit her lip tightly and did not push him away, his hand began to move more boldly.
The hand, having slowly climbed up her leg, slowly lifted the nightgown that was near her knee. Sweeping her leg unhesitatingly along its soft curve, the hand moved further upward. Although all the buttons were torn off, the nightgown covering her chest had parted to the side because Erna had fastened it once. And at the sight of the exposed underwear, Callion fell into a moment of contemplation.
'How do I take it off?'
The underwear, consisting of fabric in the middle and thin straps over the shoulders, clung to her body much tighter than he had expected. Since he couldn't just tear this off, he would have to carefully take it off, but he had absolutely no idea where to start or how to remove it.
His hand wandered over Erna's chest, but ultimately, unable to remove it, he carefully grasped her breasts through her underwear.
“Ugh.”
Since Callion's hand was so big, Erna's chest, which was by no means small, was completely held in his hand.
"Ha..."
It was Erna who was caught, and a sigh escaped from Callion's mouth.
In fact, half-heartedly, the softness he had felt in his dream was so unbelievable that he wondered if actually holding her would make a difference and make this desire, which he found strangely obsessive even to himself, disappear. However, the moment he raised his hand, he could not think of anything. Erna's body beneath his palm was softer and warmer than he remembered.
He felt the urge to grip it tighter, but he desperately summoned his patience and suppressed the desire. He knew that if he did, Erna would tell him to let go immediately if he said it hurt like last time.
“Hmph...!”
As Callion slowly held her chest in his hand and rubbed it gently, Erna felt as if stars were flashing before her eyes.
Last time, she was not only flustered but also in pain. That is why Erna steeled herself this time and allowed him to touch her. She also gave him permission because he had honestly explained his condition and asked for her understanding today. If he had just lunged at her and knocked her down like last time, she would have cast a spell on his head—regardless of whether he had just woken up—to keep him in bed even longer.
It just needs to hurt less than last time.
She was willing to endure a little pain if it could just reduce the severe pain said to occur during intercourse. But this...
Is it pain? No, it doesn't hurt. But why am I so helpless, unable to do anything, and unable to breathe? Thick, long fingers moved slowly, tracing the sensitive, tender flesh. The chest, gently pressed beneath the palm, moved in a slow circle. Then, when his fingers moved again, the peak rising at the edge of the chest was scraped.
“Haaah!”
At that moment, a groan loud enough to surprise even Erna herself burst out. The hand that had been covering her face was now covering her mouth. Was Callion also startled by the groan? His hand, which had been moving continuously, stopped. With a flushed face, Callion stared intently at her chest.
Just as Erna was about to breathe a sigh of relief at his hand that had paused for a moment, the tips of Callion's fingernails pressed firmly against her breast.
“Ah!”
Erna's body shook violently at the unexpected, surprise-like stimulation. Then, Callion burrowed his knee between Erna's legs and lightly pressed her thighs apart with his knee. It seemed as though he was pressing down just enough not to be too heavy, but that alone rendered Erna unable to move any further.
He held her body against his own and rubbed the tips of her breasts, which were plumply exposed through the fabric, with his fingertips again.
“Ha, uh, uhh!”
As he pressed the part protruding from beneath the soft cloth, Erna's body flopped like a fish out of water. Faced with a sensation she had never experienced before, Erna did not know what to do or how to react. Consequently, she could do nothing but writhe while clutching the bed sheets she could find. Meanwhile, Callion toyed with her breasts to his heart's content.
He hadn't done anything to cause pain. All he had done was press, rub, and gently squeeze. The more he did so, the harder the protruding part became. Callion felt like he was going crazy at the tender flesh revealing its presence more and more clearly beneath the cloth.
“I wish I could see it.”
“I don’t want to get slapped like last time, so I’ll ask for your permission in advance. May I touch your body?”
Erna, who was about to tell him to stop, remembered that the books she had read stated that insertion without any foreplay could be accompanied by great pain. She hated being in pain. So, if Callion could touch her body to make it less painful, it wouldn't be a bad thing. Then, suddenly, Erna remembered what had happened before. So, glaring at Callion, she spoke.
"It's okay if you promise not to touch it too hard."
“Hard?”
“Right. It was bad the first time you grabbed my leg, but do you even know how much it hurt when you grabbed my chest a week ago? Men say it hurts when you kick them between their legs, right? Women feel pain too if you get hit hard here!"
“I didn’t think I grabbed it that tightly...”
“I’ve been sick for days because of you, you know? The handprints are still there, and I can’t believe you didn’t realize you grabbed me so hard...”
Erna's face hardened. It seemed that Callion did not fully understand the extent of his power. It was clear that he would once again grope her as he pleased, leaving handprints on her body.
As if he had read Erna's thoughts, Callion spoke hurriedly.
“I’ll be careful. I will make sure absolutely no marks are left.”
“Good. You promised. Don’t forget to take your hand away immediately if it hurts.”
Callion nodded vigorously, as if his head were about to fall off.
In fact, he had been plagued by an unusually strong desire to touch her for quite some time. However, both times, he hadn't been able to squeeze her enough to satisfy him. But today, he was in his right mind, and since they had established their own rules, it was clear that he would be able to satisfy his desires as much as he wanted with her permission.
Erna lay down on the bed and covered her face with both arms, as if to say she had nothing more to say and was telling him to do as he pleased. Callion didn't like that, but he couldn't say anything. He felt that if he asked her to lower her arms and show him her face, she would get angry and tell him to stop.
Callion's hand touched Erna's leg. At that, the tense Erna flinched. However, since she only bit her lip tightly and did not push him away, his hand began to move more boldly.
The hand, having slowly climbed up her leg, slowly lifted the nightgown that was near her knee. Sweeping her leg unhesitatingly along its soft curve, the hand moved further upward. Although all the buttons were torn off, the nightgown covering her chest had parted to the side because Erna had fastened it once. And at the sight of the exposed underwear, Callion fell into a moment of contemplation.
'How do I take it off?'
The underwear, consisting of fabric in the middle and thin straps over the shoulders, clung to her body much tighter than he had expected. Since he couldn't just tear this off, he would have to carefully take it off, but he had absolutely no idea where to start or how to remove it.
His hand wandered over Erna's chest, but ultimately, unable to remove it, he carefully grasped her breasts through her underwear.
“Ugh.”
Since Callion's hand was so big, Erna's chest, which was by no means small, was completely held in his hand.
"Ha..."
It was Erna who was caught, and a sigh escaped from Callion's mouth.
In fact, half-heartedly, the softness he had felt in his dream was so unbelievable that he wondered if actually holding her would make a difference and make this desire, which he found strangely obsessive even to himself, disappear. However, the moment he raised his hand, he could not think of anything. Erna's body beneath his palm was softer and warmer than he remembered.
He felt the urge to grip it tighter, but he desperately summoned his patience and suppressed the desire. He knew that if he did, Erna would tell him to let go immediately if he said it hurt like last time.
“Hmph...!”
As Callion slowly held her chest in his hand and rubbed it gently, Erna felt as if stars were flashing before her eyes.
Last time, she was not only flustered but also in pain. That is why Erna steeled herself this time and allowed him to touch her. She also gave him permission because he had honestly explained his condition and asked for her understanding today. If he had just lunged at her and knocked her down like last time, she would have cast a spell on his head—regardless of whether he had just woken up—to keep him in bed even longer.
It just needs to hurt less than last time.
She was willing to endure a little pain if it could just reduce the severe pain said to occur during intercourse. But this...
Is it pain? No, it doesn't hurt. But why am I so helpless, unable to do anything, and unable to breathe? Thick, long fingers moved slowly, tracing the sensitive, tender flesh. The chest, gently pressed beneath the palm, moved in a slow circle. Then, when his fingers moved again, the peak rising at the edge of the chest was scraped.
“Haaah!”
At that moment, a groan loud enough to surprise even Erna herself burst out. The hand that had been covering her face was now covering her mouth. Was Callion also startled by the groan? His hand, which had been moving continuously, stopped. With a flushed face, Callion stared intently at her chest.
Just as Erna was about to breathe a sigh of relief at his hand that had paused for a moment, the tips of Callion's fingernails pressed firmly against her breast.
“Ah!”
Erna's body shook violently at the unexpected, surprise-like stimulation. Then, Callion burrowed his knee between Erna's legs and lightly pressed her thighs apart with his knee. It seemed as though he was pressing down just enough not to be too heavy, but that alone rendered Erna unable to move any further.
He held her body against his own and rubbed the tips of her breasts, which were plumply exposed through the fabric, with his fingertips again.
“Ha, uh, uhh!”
As he pressed the part protruding from beneath the soft cloth, Erna's body flopped like a fish out of water. Faced with a sensation she had never experienced before, Erna did not know what to do or how to react. Consequently, she could do nothing but writhe while clutching the bed sheets she could find. Meanwhile, Callion toyed with her breasts to his heart's content.
He hadn't done anything to cause pain. All he had done was press, rub, and gently squeeze. The more he did so, the harder the protruding part became. Callion felt like he was going crazy at the tender flesh revealing its presence more and more clearly beneath the cloth.
“I wish I could see it.”
Eventually, he couldn't hold back and slipped his hand under Erna's underwear.
“Hey! Like that... Ah!”
Erna, who was about to shout how dare he put his hand in when she hadn't even properly taken it off, froze like someone struck by lightning the moment the tips of his calloused fingers grabbed and rubbed her nipple.
"Ugh..."
She tried to scream, but even that vanished before it could pass through her throat. A tingling sensation spread from head to toe. When her trembling body finally went limp, Erna realized that the space between her legs was getting wet.
“Erna?”
Erna, who had momentarily lost her senses at Callion's voice, blinked. Erna?
It is her name. A name that others call countless times. But right now, that name sounded stranger than any other word in the world. Erna soon realized why.
Did he just call me by my name?
Callion didn't call her by her name. The word "Hey, you" always took her name. She wasn't resentful about it. After all, she called Callion the same way. But why was that guy suddenly calling her by her name? Her fingertips tingled, and she didn't know what to do. It was strange how she felt so awkward and embarrassed just from being called by her name.
"Are you okay?"
A voice full of genuine worry, without any pretense, came from above her head. Erna, taking a deep breath she had been holding, slowly nodded.
“I-I’m okay...”
Although her voice was far from fine, Erna answered desperately. What on earth had happened just moments ago? She lowered her hand and fumbled around her lower body. She could feel that the area between her legs, where her pajamas had ridden up, and her underwear was clearly exposed, was soaking wet. Her face turned pale, wondering if she had made a mistake because of the strange sensation from a moment ago.
That can't be true.
If so...
Erna resolved to escape this place, even if it meant knocking Callion unconscious with magic. Just then, his other hand slipped in next to the one still gripping her breast. Unable to withstand the hand forcing its way in, her underwear was pushed up, revealing Erna's white breasts clearly under the light.
Callion, who was about to grasp it again, briefly raised his hand and watched Erna's chest slowly rising and falling.
It is not that he did not know what a woman's breasts looked like. After all, he could see them in paintings and sculptures. Very occasionally, he even looked at them when he did not want to. However, he had never once felt any special emotion toward them.
However, Erna's chest, which his hands were now cupping, snatched away his entire senses in an instant. What had been intoxicating from the moment he touched it through the fabric was now revealing everything without anything to conceal.
Her full breasts, spreading slightly to the sides, were pure white without a single blemish, as if milk had been poured out. In the center of her breasts, a pretty pale pink peak, like a fallen spring petal, had hardened and become furious at his touch.
Gulp.
Upon seeing it, which appeared unusually red against his white skin, Callion involuntarily swallowed hard. The inexplicable thirst he had felt upon waking from the monster's poison had once again dried up his mouth. Callion realized more clearly than anyone that this would not be resolved with water.
He gently lifted her breast with the edge of his hand and gathered it fully back into his grasp. The swaying, voluptuous flesh and the even harder nipples slipped slightly between his fingers.
“Erna.”
A terribly low and cracked voice called her name. With eyes flashing more terrifyingly than ever, Callion spoke again.
“I guess I can suck on it.”
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