Chapter 72 – 72 – Villena Falls
The rock crevice with an arch-shaped hole is a large and cozy space large enough for two people to sit inside.
It looks like a bench that was intentionally carved by nature. It was out of consideration for the men and women who became enthralled while enjoying the atmosphere of the sea.
I’m a little concerned about Morgan not being able to see where he’s gone, but it seems presumptuous to worry about a pirate’s daughter in a sea without sharks.
I like the rough rock surface, but I don’t have a blanket to lie on.
I sat on the cushion first. Then he took Villena’s hand and pulled her onto the rock.
She seemed to have expected only support, but when Villena lifted her up on her own, she looked a little surprised.
“···You’re strong.”
“Because I have the aptitude to be a porter.”
Billena made her snort softly. But her mouth was not smiling at all.
As if she wasn’t able to borrow enough courage from her alcohol and atmosphere, her nervousness was revealed on the outside. When I brush her hair, which has grown quite long by now, she trembles and flinches every time her fingers touch her skin.
It’s like an herbivore that approaches first in desperation for help, but then freezes as soon as a person’s hand approaches. As I get closer to her face, even the sound of my breathing becomes fainter.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“···Finish it quickly. I don’t want others to find out.”
Villena answers curtly and swallows her dry saliva.
I can’t wait to finish it. She took her hand and dragged her away.
If she didn’t want to get caught in the first place, she’d better not even start. You never know when dragons with good eyes and ears might pass nearby.
Still, there is no need to rush. I feel like I might get hurt if I force my tense body.
Even setting aside the fact that my lifting strength was 10 times that of others, the weight she felt in her hands was extremely light.
A meager contrast to the other party members who are accustomed to walking and fighting. Limbs as slender as reed leaves that will break if you push them.
Unlike Eshen or Nidroga, who can accept anything I do, I’m scared to hold onto something for fear of getting hurt or bruised.
So, the groundwork begins delicately. I grabbed Villena by the back of her head, pulled her in, and kissed her.
Her face was red, and I avoided her eyes and pursed her lips in protest. Even though she repeatedly pressed her lips together, she did not open them easily.
She gently bites her upper lip, and only then does the scholar begin to react subtly. The first breath that escapes from her open mouth is heated and hot.
What makes the vapor in her breath boil is the suppressed anticipation and trepidation that Villena tried to hide.
Naturally, her affection blooms and she keeps kissing her. She keeps her lips pressed together for several minutes, and as if her body is sweet, she carefully sticks out her tongue first, either from Billena or from her side.
When he accepts her into her mouth without rejecting her and their tongues intertwine with hers, Villena’s breathing begins to become labored, as if she is drowning in water.
The redness of her face began to spread to her ears and neck and throughout her body. Because the skin is pure white, it is easy to notice.
I’m somehow satisfied. I felt like I was leaving my own traces on pure white drawing paper.
Saliva mixed as if rubbing a wet brush against one another. I can feel her fluids drawing me inside of Vilena.
Just from her little kiss, I started to feel a little hungry. He wrapped his arms around her waist, which seemed to be in her hands, and gently pressed his body close to hers…
The moment her navel touched her navel, her Villena’s body began to tremble. Her back arches and a suppressed moan flows through her nose. Her two thighs squeeze and wriggle around mine, barely keeping her waist from rising above her.
Her unexpected sensitivity is surprising, but Villena seems unwilling to show it. I asked vaguely, hiding my embarrassment.
“Are you okay?”
“···It’s so squishy it’s disgusting.”
She answered in a voice that seemed to be straining.
And perhaps she felt the need to supplement it with a more plausible excuse, so she added something that didn’t seem very believable.
“And it’s cold. My body is covered in sea water, so I feel like I’m losing all my heat.”
“···I see. That’s why I was nervous.”
Villena herself knew better that the lie didn’t work at all. She kissed my cheek, biting my lip, and sat down on my legs and hugged me tightly.
“How about this?”
“Don’t be so disgusting. I told you to finish it quickly.”
“Why? It’s warm. I feel safe.”
After struggling with her body a few times, Villena finally gave up and accepted her hug.
“You’re annoying.”
“When was the last time you hugged someone like this?”
“You.”
“···Right.”
Although I flinch at her barbed words, Villena calmly leans her weight against me.
The sound of her heart is heard closely through her meager frame. There is no feeling of rejection in her pounding pulsation.
“Are you going to keep doing this? Until someone comes looking?”
“I’ll finish it before someone comes, but not quickly.”
I move my hand around her back and untie the straps of her pretty swimsuit.
She freaks out and stops herself from covering her breasts. When she removes her trembling hands, what is revealed is her nipples standing firm and appealing over the curves of her pale breasts.
She rolls that bold part with her fingers. In response to her unfamiliar flirtation, Villena closed her eyes tightly and endured it.
“···Her breasts are small, so don’t touch them.”
“Why.”
“It feels like you have to confirm that it’s pathetic. It’s like you have to press a short person’s head with your hand – ugh.”
I don’t like the harsh evaluation of her attractive enough body. She also hates defeatism, calling herself a defeated heroine.
It looks so appetizing. As if to show off, I clung to her like a baby and started licking and sucking Villena’s breasts.
“As I said last time, breasts are breasts regardless of volume. What if they are big? What if they are small?”
“···How do you compare my breasts to Monica’s? If you had to choose, you would choose Monica.”
I even feel a little dizzy from the scathing criticism. It is said that there are men in the world who prefer small breasts to large breasts, but at least I am not one of those people.
It’s true. Although it is true…
“If you ask me which breast I like, the one right in front of me is better.”
“What is he saying now.”
“Both of them are not reluctant.”
What are the advantages of small milk? It seems like I’m learning at least one thing from Villena.
The expression on the face of the person who was complaining about what he could see in her breasts slowly melted and changed under her gentle caress.
When the part of your body that used to be a complex that made you feel weak starts to heat up your body, and you begin to shyly cover your mouth, like someone who has received an unexpected compliment.
Villena’s fingers are increasingly squeezing my back harder. The scholar was completely convinced that what was on her chest was a nice breast.
“Ugh…Stop…!”
There is a reward in persevering and exploring. I decided to change the topic.
She slowly put her hand into Villena’s swimsuit bottoms. The liquid, which had already become very sticky, became entangled in her hands like honey.
Even a few strands of white hair that were barely distinguishable from skin were barely visible.
“···Perverted bastard…”
“It doesn’t matter what you say now. You’re really wet like this.”
As he lightly bit her collarbone and gently brushed her mound, Villena could not hold back and her body completely relaxed.
Her body is completely draped over me as she sobs, pressing her silence followed against my hand. Stopping playing with her hands, she directly wriggles her waist and even rubs her crotch against her hand.
“···Don’t tease me···.”
“If you say you’ve learned enough, I’ll stop worrying.”
“What···?”
“What you said about being a defeated heroine and all that is nonsense.”
Villena made a blank expression. I gently wiped away my reddened eyes with my thumb.
“How can I reject you?”
“···Did you listen to those complaints seriously?”
“You said it seriously. I don’t know if it’s because you don’t want me to go away or if you’re just proud, but one thing is for sure.”
Inserting her fingers one by one into her gently loosened crack. Villena, with her eyes wide open, freaked out and tried to pull her back, but was stopped by a firm grip on her hips.
“Like Eshen, Sister Monica, and Nidroga, you too are too beautiful for Tan Bantai.”
“Now, wait a minute…Huh. If you touch me like that-“
“To the point where I feel guilty for torturing and desecrating him with such foolish play.”
Unlike her breasts, her panties are left intact. She instead pulls it to the side and rolls it up, exposing her torso. A sight that multiplies the strangeness of being indistinguishable from underwear.
As I slowly rub and moisten her glans against her slit, a question comes out of her faltering voice.
“Mo, your body is poor and your hair is thin.”
“I’m saying this again in a self-mocking way. I’m saying there’s no need for that.”
“What could be the reason for a person who failed and has such a distorted personality… Huh?”
I also don’t want to hold back any longer. He slowly lowered her waist and inserted it.
The inside, which is as wet as the area around her eyes, is still tight, but unlike the first time, she seems to have learned how to accept the feeling of a foreign body. Even though it continued to tremble, it patiently endured the insertion instead of pushing it out.
“Ah. Ahhh…”
“What am I good at? It’s not that I’m tall. It’s not that I’m good at aptitude.”
Billena, who was pushing my breasts with her forehead, slowly moved her body and began her actions.
Even though she didn’t ask him to, it was amazing how she found pleasure on her own and did it. I patted her buttocks gently to encourage her.
Ki Seung-wi, whose rhythm is not constant. The tightness that I have become accustomed to this pleasure is also amazing in its own way. I lazily sucked on Villana’s neck, enjoying the feel of her up and down.
She chewed the dick with all her might, but she couldn’t maintain that momentum for long.
Soon, her legs lost strength and she collapsed, unable to overcome her weight. In the same position as inserted.
Thanks to this, the insertion goes deeper than expected. Villena suffered as her body trembled.
“···Ugh. Damn, it’s deep…”
Just by swimming alone, you could actually see that she was nearing the limit of her physical strength.
Villena, who was suffering from difficulty breathing due to her tight pressure, looked a little relieved when I held her waist as if to support her.
It seems that Villena misunderstood my intentions. It was just that it was difficult to endure her tantalizing pleasure any longer.
“Hold on a little.”
“···To?”
When I bumped her waist up from underneath her, her body was lifted, and Villena flinched greatly and made a dazed expression.
“Ah.”
“If it hurts, say it hurts.”
A cock that has lost its self-control slams its desire into the soft flesh. Unlike when Villena was struggling to move, she began to make the sound of her flesh sticking together in earnest.
“It will be over soon.”
Gritting my teeth, I began to shake her head and make painful noises. She didn’t know if it was from her pain or her pleasure, and it leaked out through her nose and clenched teeth because she was suppressing it so that no one would hear.
But she doesn’t tell him to stop. While stroking Villena’s hair and her back as if praising her, I gradually gained momentum.
On his white forehead and fairly long white hair, sweat is now dripping down instead of the dried sea water.
The smell of alcohol and the smell of skin. Synesthesia heightens pleasure. One Sangavillena was floundering away, losing her focus.
“Uh…Tsk…”
The pressure of being completely taken over, mercilessly urging her cock that had lost its self-control.
A surging orgasm. Eventually, Villena flinched and trembled several more times due to the unrestrained ejaculation hitting her vagina beyond the condom.
I hugged Villena tightly, leisurely pouring out the complete reconciliation with her partner that she had been consciously avoiding. So tight that she couldn’t even move.
Circumstances. Skin to skin, mucous membrane to mucous membrane, heart to heart. Where there was once a thick wall of rejection between us, now the only obstacles standing between us are thin skin and contraceptives.
Something like static electricity collides at emotional contact points. Tickling pleasure swims within her lower abdomen.
Villena, who was struggling for breath as if she had fainted, eventually bit her collarbone and whined.
“Hug me a little tighter.”
“At some point, I told you not to cling to me.”
“···Do more. There’s still time left to rent.”
“What time do we have left? There’s an hour left until departure, gloomy lady?”
I was startled and looked at her. Morgan was glaring at us with only her face exposed, like a mermaid.
“You looked at the fish for a while and had some trouble while coming back. They were very sticky, like two slugs stacked on top of each other.”
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“I’m relieved. Now I don’t feel like I was embarrassed by being run over by a guy I don’t know very well. I don’t even think about a guy who doesn’t have any feelings for me forcibly taking my virginity as a favor. But…”
“···However?”
“My body definitely feels a little sore.”
The drawing paper was definitely stained. The problem is that I feel guilty because I feel like I just drew on her paper without consideration.
The stone scraped against her delicate skin, leaving lines streaked across her, and her bony ankles and knees were mangled.
There were visible bruises wherever her lips had touched, and her handprints were etched into her clenched hips and thighs.
I apologized repeatedly while sweating to Villena, who was completely exhausted and helpless.
“Well… I should have been a little more careful…”
“Good.”
“···Good.”
“Good.”
Bile I rubbed her cheek against my back and made her nod. I decided not to add to her foolish apology.
As the sun sets, the night lights in the dragon’s nest begin to shine. The sea is also slowly changing its clothes to become more colorful.
It’s not just the islands and sea that have changed color. I walked with Villena, dyed in my colors, on my back.
“It couldn’t have been better.”
