<Episode 25>
It is repeatedly kissed by the mouth as if pecking.
He stroked my earlobe and the back of my neck, repeating “chu, chu, chu.”
I was glad that each of his lips, fingers, and eyes seemed to convey love to me.
“Hmmm, Open your mouth.”
With my head beginning to go fuzzy from lack of acidity, I can’t think too deeply about the meaning of the words. I did as I was told and opened my mouth, and Solomon-sama relaxed his eyes in delight.
“Yeah, good.”
With a voice like a prodigal, Solomon-sama kissed me on the mouth. A thick tongue strokes the inside of my mouth and twirls around my tongue.
“Mmm.”
His tongue trailed carefully down the rows of teeth. He tickled the underside of my upper jaw, and my body shivered of its own accord. Because of my inability to close my mouth, saliva was building up and threatening to drip.
I thrust my arms into Solomon-sama’s chest to complain that I was in discomfort. But he doesn’t pull away. He sucks the tip of my tongue with every saliva, making a sizzling sound.
I was too embarrassed to watch Solomon-sama’s throat gurgling.
“Ah!”
Solomon-sama’s hand gently touches my chest. He scooped it up from below in a movement that was more like checking the shape than a caress.
“I can’t believe ……. I’m touching Chelsea’s boobs.”
“Oh ……”
Boobs. I exclaimed, not expecting to hear such words from his noble and elegant mouth. But he is staring at my chest and doesn’t realize I am confused.
“I can look, can’t I? I’m glad you’re alive.”
I don’t want you to chew the raw joy out of such things. Solomon-sama put his finger on the center of the bra. When he pushed it up, the breast spilled out, swaying with a plop.
“Huh …….”
I’m too embarrassed to look at it. I had never shown it to a man before, of course, so I was worried that something might be wrong.
“You’re kidding, Chelsea.”
“Eh, something’s not right ……?”
“You’re cute, kind, and even has boobs that are so beautiful and eh ……? How much more do you have to make me fall in love with you?”
“Huh, huh?”
I’m not sure, but apparently he liked it. The waitresses, chambermaids, and the Duchess of Beardsley complimented me on the shape of my breasts, so perhaps she had a little reason to be proud.
“It is just the right size to fit in your palm, and her areola and nipples are a beautiful pink color. Can I do whatever I want with such delicious-looking breasts ……? I wonder what good deeds I did in my previous life. ……Saving one country doesn’t seem to balance it out.”
Staring at the tip of her chest at zero distance, Solomon-sama is mumbling something. Frankly, I’m afraid of his eyes. I looked up at Solomon-sama, squeezing my chest with his arm, thinking that if he liked my breasts, he could touch them as he liked.
“Um, can you touch me quickly…?”
“I’ll be at ……!”
Holding my chest as if he had been shot, Solomon-sama grunts.
“Solomon-sama?”
When I hurriedly peeked in, I saw that Solomon-sama was bright red. He was breathing harder than before and his eyes were bloodshot.
(Perhaps the aphrodisiac was too effective? I heard it wasn’t very effective, but maybe it doesn’t suit Mr. Solomon’s constitution.)
According to the Duchess of Beardsley, the aphrodisiac’s effect was weak and short-lived. She said there is nothing to worry about, as it is formulated with herbs that are not harmful to the body.
She also said, ‘Solomon is surprisingly simple, so the mere fact that Chelsea-chan served him an aphrodisiac will have an effect’ but I haven’t talked about aphrodisiacs yet.
“Um…… Solomon-sama, nosebleed!”
When I looked up to confide in him about the aphrodisiac, I saw that a trickle of blood was about to fall from Solomon-sama’s shapely nose.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put an aphrodisiac on you.”
“……What?”
Solomon-sama mutters petrified, holding his nose. I looked around the area with a sense of apology. I looked for a hand towel or something under the pillow.
“You drugged me with an aphrodisiac ……?”
“Yes, I’m sorry ……. I really wanted you to hold me.”
“…… God.”
Solomon-sama looks up to the heavens as if in despair.
(I knew I was despised ……. I’ve just gotten through to you, and now you hate me.)
“My sweet Chelsea was drugged with an aphrodisiac ……? She was coming on to me in this naughty underwear, and she said, ‘I really want you to hold me’. Is this a fantasy? Dreaming? Is there such a thing as an assortment of rewards? Didn’t I save the world in a previous life ……?”
He is saying something very fast.
I can’t hear it but it’s not abusive, I think. As I watched on in suspense, his gaze turned his gaze toward me. Solomon-sama looked at me with glistening eyes.
He wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, a masculine gesture that made my heart flutter, though I don’t know why.
“Lord Solomon.”
“Bon appétit.”
“Eh, ah!”
Solomon-sama lifted my breasts as if to push them up from below and took them in his mouth as if to show them off.
He pressed the tip with his tongue and sucked it up tight. The sweet stimulation made my hips lift up on their own.
“Yah!”
“Haha, Chelsea’s boobs are delicious ……!”
I flicked the tip of his tongue. His face is beautiful as he murmurs with his eyes narrowed in fascination, but the sight of him sucking on her breasts like a baby is perverse.
I look away to see a slightly darkened peach-colored nipple caught between his teeth. I’m too embarrassed to look directly at them.
“It’s getting hard.”
“Hee!”
“Oh, she’s so cute. Chelsea, I love it. I want to eat her up, she’s so cute.”
“Mmm.”
Squeeze the other breast, pick the tip with your thumb and forefinger, and crush them together so that they rub against each other. Solomon-sama looked at me happily as I jumped at the stimulus.
His gaze was too strong to be called the eyes of a lovely thing. I felt a rush of pleasure at the burning gaze. We’ve only just begun.
It must be early days, but I’m already losing my mind. I had heard it was painful, so I was prepared to endure that side. But I never heard of being at the mercy of such an unknown sensation.
I don’t know anything like this.
“Solomo, come on.”
“Yeah? What, Chelsea?”
The question is asked back in a tone of voice that sounds like it is about to be prodigal.
“I don’t care anymore.”
“??!”
“It’s okay even if it hurts.”
“……Why are you being so mean?”
Solomon-sama scrutinizes his eyes and says sultry.
“Because you don’t have to go through all this trouble.”
“Trouble? Can’t you see that I really enjoy doing this?”
“It’s …….”
Somehow, I understood. I don’t think he is being troublesome because he has a glowing smile on his face the whole time.
(But I’d go crazy if they kept this up all the time. ……)
Ever since a moment ago, my lower abdomen has been tingling. Even though he only touched my breasts, between my legs they were already moist and making wet noises.
At this rate, one day I’m going to say something crazy. It’s better to be in pain than to be appalled by a petulant begging.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But he said it hurts the first time……”
“That may be true, but wouldn’t it be worse if it only hurt?”
“If it’s Solomon-sama who gives it to me, I don’t care if it hurts.”
“Ugh……. Really, Chelsea is a little devil, isn’t she? She’s not enjoying playing with me, is she?”
Solomon-sama looked a little angry with a blush on his cheeks. He looked at me with resentful eyes, then let out a sigh. Then he grabbed my left ankle and lifted me up.
“Huh?”
“I can’t promise that I’ll make you feel good because it’s my first time, too, but I’ll do my best.”
I was speechless as my legs were opened wide. He turns up the corners of his mouth as I open and close my mouth with a bright red face.
“If I do well, will you give me a reward?”
He laughed lustily, with a colorful fragrance that was poisonous to the eyes.
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