Otis took a deep breath through his nose. When Lyselia realized that she had been sniffed, her face turned red with shame and anger, and she glared sharply at Otis.
From Otis’s point of view, even that angry expression was just the spice of excitement. Otis turned his attention to Lyselia while smiling.
“I don’t like your gazing eyes; can we stop here?”
Realizing the intention contained in that gaze, Lyselia lowered her eyes, bit her lip, and, as a sign of her intention, pulled the stockings she had just taken off from her legs and threw them on the floor.
Lyselia is now wearing only pink lace underwear.
“Those are cute underwear. I wonder if you wear them just for me. Did you purposely wear such an erotic thing?”
“Yes, Otis-sama.”
No, it isn’t like that! She wanted to shout.
It’s true that I wore the cutest underwear I own. However, this was definitely not to please the wealthy man in front of her!
I didn’t want him to see me wearing the unsexy underwear that I usually wear, or the ones that have been worn so many times that they’ve gotten tattered. I didn’t want people to criticize me for smelling like potatoes or being from the countryside.
At the very least, if this man in front of me were excited to see me in my underwear and started panting miserably, I would be able to satisfy some sense of self-respect.
“Since you came all the way to wear cute underwear, why don’t you keep it on? Come on, sit here.”
Otis patted the place next to where he was sitting. Lyselia glared at Otis once more as a form of resistance, then sat down on the bed with a thud. Otis can’t help but love her like this.
(Just thinking about how I’m about to pleasure her makes me feel like my hot blood is pooling in a spot in my crotch.)
Otis hid his animalistic desire, smiled, and stroked the breasts of the girl sitting next to him.
“Hiu”
I hugged Lyselia from behind and caressed her shoulders as she let out a surprised gasp. It’s so warm and comforting, making me feel secure even through my clothes. Otis enjoyed the gentle touch for a while, then moved his hand from her shoulder to the small of her back. Lyselia twisted her body and tried to break free, but she couldn’t escape from the strong arms that held her. I enjoy the sensation of my fingers sinking into the soft material. It’s plush and resilient, pushing back against my fingers. And most of all, Lyselia looks adorable as she bites her lip to stifle any noise.
“Can’t you insert it already ?”
Lyselia implicitly asks him to insert it quickly and finish it off.
“It’s your first time; it’ll hurt if you don’t loosen up properly.”
He traced the secret fissure in her shorts.
“Tsu”
Unlike the first time her breasts were touched, Lyselia didn’t make a sound this time. This is Lyselia’s own resistance.
I feel proud that I have worked harder than anyone else at the school for a year, and I feel angry and frustrated at having my grades unreasonably dropped. Sex isn’t what I do. She just let Otis have sex with her body to earn money. That’s why I won’t raise my voice. I wonder if I’m going to make Otis, who is so foolish and effortlessly fondling my breasts, have any more fun than this? (I worked hard, so I thought it was okay to take advantage of him.)
Otis’s touch was gentle throughout. She thought he would be more rough with her, but he never touched her with any force and instead caressed her carefully, as if he were handling a treasure.
My body is hot. I can’t help it; my breasts are being touched all the time. Feeling a little weird is just a physiological phenomenon.
I don’t feel anything.
Lyselia herself didn’t know when her bra was taken off.
Before I knew it, the hook on the front had been removed, and the pink protrusion was exposed to the outside air.
(It’s kind of cool.)
As the sensation of warmth subsided in my chest, the previously unseen mountaintop gradually came into view.
(Ah, my nipples are erect.)
She reflexively tries to cover it with her arms, but it stops her.
“You can’t hide it.”
Lyselia became aware of the words spoken to her and noticed the heat of his gaze directed at a certain point.
(He noticed that my nipples were erect.)
“…don’t look.”
Lyselia’s tightly closed lips mumbled weak words that seemed hoarse.
“Hey, Lyselia, shall I kiss you?”
Lyselia closed her lips and turned away.
Due to her position, she could not refuse if he forced her to do so, so she did her best to resist.
Otis spoke gently into Lyselia’s ear.
“Okay, I won’t kiss you; I promise, I won’t do it until Lyselia says she wants to.”
“…You promise?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
Lyselia was happy that Otis respected Lyselia’s feelings more than his own desires.
After all, a hard, hot rod has been hitting my leg for a long time now.
Even Lyselia isn’t ignorant. She knows what kind of physiological phenomenon this is in men.
In such a situation, he prioritized Lyseria’s feelings.
And along with Ottis’s gentle caress, it penetrated Lyselia’s body like an aphrodisiac.
What Lyselia was feeling now was frustration. When Lyselia masturbates, she almost always plays with her nipples.
However, although Otis fondles her lower breasts and traces her areola, he never touches the peaks of the twin hills.
(I want you to touch my nipples; I want you to touch them; no, please touch them.)
It’s just one more step.
Lyseria knows that she can get pleasure just by touching the sharp peak of the hill.
It would be like a lewd thing to touch myself, and I would never be able to do that. That’s why I want you to touch it. But I don’t want you to touch me.
I don’t want to feel that way with Otis.
Touching or not touching, two conflicting wishes are spinning around in Lyselia’s head.
Knyyuu.
That wish has come true—no, it has really come true.
“An♡”
Suddenly, her nipples were being pinched. It was a sensation that she had never experienced before, and it took her by surprise. She let out a breath that was a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed with color as she tried to compose herself.
After that, it was completely different from before.
“Hmm, fuuu, fuuu.”
Lyselia tries desperately to suppress her voice but fails.
Still, I desperately tell myself that I’m not feeling any good.
Endure, endure, endure…
“Liselia, don’t you feel good?”
“I don’t feel good.”
Otis, completely consumed by his sexual desire, leaned over Lyselia, his hot breath teasing her neck. As he caressed her body with his hands, his fingers found their way to her breasts. He cupped them in his palms, feeling the weight of them, before gently teasing her nipples with his thumbs.
Otis dribbles saliva on her aroused nipples and firmly kneads them between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Ya! Aah!!….nnn, hiu!”
I held my breath as he slowly ran his tongue around the tip, then worked his way up to its end while lightly massaging it with his fingertips. My breathing became heavier, and I tried desperately not to move or make a sound.
Lyselia had closed her eyes and was enduring the stimulation.
Admiring her anguished face and thinking it was lovely, he put her right nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, causing Lyselia to go, “Kuuu!!”
As she moaned with pleasure, Otis couldn’t resist the urge to take things further. He leaned down and began to kiss and nibble at her sensitive nipples, his tongue flicking back and forth over them. Otis traces her areola with the tip of his tongue before sucking on the nipple again.
“You taste so sweet.”
Otis placed his right hand on Lyselia’s crotch. When he got to the crotch part of her pants, it was moist. It wasn’t wet, but it was still pleasantly damp.
With his hands on either side of her thighs, he gently spread her legs apart, making sure to keep his gaze locked on hers. As he positioned himself between her legs, he could feel the heat emanating from her core, and he couldn’t resist the urge to get a closer look.
With a sense of anticipation, Otis leaned in closer and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Lyselia’s wet panties. The aroma was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but feel himself getting aroused. He savored the musky scent as he continued to tease her, running his nose up and down the length of her pants, enjoying every moment of her pleasure.
“Ahaa, why are you smelling it?”
“Why? …..Because it smells good.”
“There is no way that place smells good.”
“It’s a good smell. It’s Lyselia’s sweet fragrance.”
Otis pushes his nose against her clitoris over her pants and smells it again.
*sunsun*
“Stop it!! Stop it, pervert!! Is that why you were looking at my crotch?” She asks in a voice not much louder than a whisper. She feels so turned on and lightheaded that she might just faint if she doesn’t get some relief soon.
Lyselia is embarrassed at her own reaction but is also embarrassed at being smelled.
“You like it, don’t you?”
As he explored every inch of her, he could feel Lyselia’s body begin to tremble with anticipation, and he knew that he was driving her wild.
“I’ll unclothe you.”
After enjoying her smell a bit more, otis lowers lyselia pants quickly.
Lyselia felt like a cheap woman, having her pants taken down so quick, and felt a bit sad.
Otis brings his face close to Lyselia’s crotch again. He could smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of her arousal, and it made his mouth water with anticipation. Her slightly wet pussy gave off a honey-like fragrance and seemed to be waiting for Otis’s caress.
Her delicate folds seemed to be inviting him in, and he eagerly obliged. Slowly, he began to caress her with his tongue, savoring the taste of her honey-like fragrance. He licked around the edge of her pussycat, teasing her with his gentle touch.
“Fuaaaa!!”
Otis doesn’t spread her with his hands. He licks around her labia and kisses it with a *chyuchyu* sound.
“What!! What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing Lyselia pussy,” Otis says honestly.
“Moron!! Idiot!!”
Lyselia tries to kick Otis, so he holds her legs down with his arms and continues using his tongue while peeling her slightly large clitoris with his thumb.
“Ukyaa!!”
Lyselia grasps the sheet while biting her lip as Otis sucks on her revealed clitoris. After getting her clitoral area wet, he spreads her pussy with his right hand and starts licking her revealed hole. Pussy juice stimulates his tongue as he uses his left hand to play with Lyselia’s clitoral.
Then his right hand joins in the fun and rubs the head of her tight, little asshole while he continues his feast on her twat. She can feel his warm tongue licking at her labia as he makes her moan in pleasure, and she feels herself building to an orgasm that she cannot wait to experience.
Pretty soon, Otis starts jabbing his tongue in as far as it can go.
“Fuhaa!! Yaa!! Aaaaaah!! Nnnnnnnnn!!”
Lyselia’s body was pleased with the pleasant feeling. Her body wanted to entrust itself to it completely, but her heart resisted.
“Feels good,” she would never say. “I want more,” she would rather die than say. She would never give her heart to Otis. She held onto this feeling and endured.
Of course, Otis noticed this.
“Lyselia is wonderfully wet.”
Otis deliberately wiped his mouth, which was wet from pussy juice, so Lyselia could see it.
“You…that’s your saliva! I know it is!!”
“Heeee. I hadn’t realized my saliva was so sweet.”
“Hii!!”
“Is saliva flowing from my finger?”
Otis rummaged around in Lyselia’s soft and wet vagina, wiggling his two middle fingers.
“Lyselia insides seem to be wishing for a penis to quickly thrust in.
“Wrong!! Nauuu!! Wrooooong!! It’s not wet!! It’s not twitching!! It doesn’t want it!! Ukyuuuuuuu!!”
Lyselia’s vagina tightens on his fingers as he plays with her clitoral area.
“Na!? Don’t touch them both!! Don’t touch there!!”
“There? Wheres that?”
“There!! I know you understand!! Nuaaaaa!!!”
“Eeeeeeeeh? I don’t understand, though.”
Finally, he stuck out a finger and pressed it deep into her love hole. He immediately started to fuck her cunt with his finger, pushing in and out of her tiny pussycat.
“Ohhhh, I think you like this, don’t you, baby.”
Otis continued thrusting his fingers in and out and pinched her clitoris harder.
His left hand slid down to her left breast.
He began to squeeze the soft, tender flesh with one of his big hands.
“Fugyuuuu!! Naaaaa!! Don’t!! Stop it!! Strong!!”
“I still don’t know where you mean.”
“Cli…clitoris!! Clitoris!! Clitoris is no good!! Strong!! Nhaa!!”
“Clitoris? Aah, you mean this?”
Otis played with it harder.
“Uuuuu! Ua…..AAAAAAAH!!”
Lyselia’s pussy meat repeatedly tightened and became thick and gooey.
“Did you cum?”
Lyselia panted as she covered her face with her arm again while her shoulders trembled.
“U…..uuu…why…I don’t want it…I don’t want to feel good…why…iis my body so strange…”
As Lyselia starts crying, Otis puts on an evil smile.
“Was it pleasant?”
“Uuuh…*sniff*… Shut up, shut up!! Sex maniac!! Pervert!! You’ve made my body strange!! You’ve probably given me some strange medicine!!”
“Oh? You’ve figured it out.”
“…Eh?”
While laughing, Otis licks his fingers wet from Lyselia’s pussy juice.
It’s next words were good news for Lyselia.
“It’s about time for the effects to start showing.”
“What do you mean by this?”
“Huh? You drank tea, right?”
(What?…Tea)
The dots connected in Lyselia’s head, which was fluffy with pleasure.
That’s right, as soon as I entered this room, I was served tea, and I took a sip.
Was there something in the tea? For example, aphrodisiacs.
Of course, the black tea is just regular black tea, and it doesn’t mix any aphrodisiacs into it.
Still, in Lyselia’s mind, she had taken an aphrodisiac.
(Medicine; it’s because of the medicine, so it can’t be helped that it feels better, right? It’s okay to feel better.
A smile came to Lyselia’s face, and she didn’t even know it.
“Really? Is that the truth?”
“I worked hard to make sure Lyselia felt good.”
Lyselia’s chest throbbed. I’m not bad. This is all that lowlife’s plan. I’m not a lewd woman.
From there, the voice leaking out from Lyseria gradually became louder.
“Ah, ah, ah.”
“Nfuu!! Nnnn!! Fuwaaaaaa…..”
A voice escaped from Lyselia’s throat. It felt good. But it couldn’t be helped due to the aphrodisiac.
“N…..ah! Ooh, Lyselia, your pussy is amazing. It’s twitching.”
“Aah, fuaaa, nn!”
“It’s moving.”
“Niiiiiiiiiii!!”
Lyselia moaned as she surrendered to the pleasure. Otis could feel the heat building between them, and he knew he needed to take things further.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
