■ Watching Half Succubus □
Dorothea lost her virginity about a month ago.
At first, she felt awkward even with kissing, but then she started grabbing every chance to drink and cuddle, and now she has begun to show quite a proficient skill in sex.
As the saying goes, “Once a monk tastes meat, no fleas remain in the temple,” it was exactly that situation.
“K- Chuup- Chuwip-”
She aggressively flicked her tongue and wrapped her short arms around my neck.
Responding to her enthusiastic lead, I began to grope her slender waist covered by the black negligee.
“U-”
At this, Dorothea, whose skin is sensitive, let out a soft moan and twisted her body.
At first glance, one might mistake her small chest for a stick figure, but compared to her frail upper body, Dorothea’s lower half and pelvis area were quite impressive.
The plump thighs bulging under her always-worn hot pants had an intriguing charm that captivated anyone who looked.
Moreover, the thick thigh flesh protruding above her stockings clearly showed she knew exactly what attracted men.
My hand traveled down from her waist over her hips, caressing her oily thighs.
It seemed she had already prepared before I arrived; the lingerie panties underneath her negligee were damp with a transparent liquid.
When I lightly stroked them with my fingers, Dorothea, who was in the middle of a kiss, grabbed my shoulders with both hands and trembled.
It appeared she experienced a mild orgasm from the sudden stimulation.
Finally, after a long kiss that left our lips soaked with saliva, she spoke with a flushed face.
“That’s cheating.”
I smirked and withdrew my hand from her thigh.
“There’s no such thing as cheating. You’re just overly sensitive.”
At this, Dorothea momentarily showed a hurt expression, but as I began earnestly touching her small breasts, she closed her eyes and began to savor the subtle pleasure.
“Haa… That feels good.”
There’s a common belief that smaller breasts are more sensitive.
And as if proving that belief, Dorothea had a very high sensitivity around her breasts, and whenever I fondled them like this, she would forget everything and focus solely on the act.
I thoroughly massaged her bare breasts under the negligee and gently lifted her chest.
The pink nipples on her dark brown skin strongly asserted their presence.
I leaned down to nibble on Dorothea’s nipple while kneading the opposite breast with my free hand.
Her breasts had a chewy texture, like glutinous rice cake, which made them feel very pleasant to touch.
After tormenting Dorothea’s small breasts for some time, I moved back up to share a brief kiss.
A silver thread formed and disappeared between our lips.
With a fervent expression, I kissed her forehead and then untied the knot at the back of her neck that held the black negligee in place.
Like a cicada shedding its shell, the negligee that covered her delicate body slid off.
Returning to her original state, Dorothea tried to cover herself with her arms, seemingly feeling slightly embarrassed.
But when I grabbed her arms and forcibly spread them apart, she hid her shyness with a haughty expression and said to me,
“What, what are you looking at?”
I grinned and said something she liked to hear.
“No, you’re beautiful.”
“!”
It was nothing short of effective.
No matter how much she tries to act mature, her red face and shrinking head betrayed her lack of dating experience.
“B-Baka! Saying that doesn’t make anything come out!”
Though she pretended to be angry, she couldn’t hide the upward curl of her lips.
While she usually swears like anything with that mouth, she becomes weak with compliments in bed, which is rather cute.
I pushed Dorothea onto the bed while she played with her hair and avoided eye contact.
Her red hair, reaching down to her waist, flowed like a curtain over the white sheets.
Combined with her dark brown skin, it created a seductive image reminiscent of a Persian dancer.
Perhaps because she considered her small chest a complex, she desperately tried to cover it with her palms, which only heightened my excitement.
To be honest, I found her extremely alluring.
Is this really the Dorothea I know?
Maybe the long braids she always wore were some kind of beauty seal.
Of course, long hair can be cumbersome in daily life, so I fully understood why she styled it that way.
Carried away by the mood, I sucked on Dorothea’s neck and then moved down her uncovered torso to her navel.
Maybe because she uses her body a lot normally, her low body fat percentage highlighted her sleek 11-shaped abs.
I licked her navel with my tongue and continued further down to lightly lick the mound covered in red hair.
“Whoop!”
The most precious part of a woman was exposed without any defense.
I could feel the strength in her thighs gripping with both hands, but instead of easing her tension, I bit her swollen clitoris gently with my teeth.
“Haaaaang!”
The reaction was intense.
Already heated up, Dorothea reached the point where she was dripping clear vaginal fluid from just that level of caress.
Ignoring this, I proceeded to suck on her vagina.
It had a slight sour taste.
Surprised, Dorothea pushed my head away.
“That’s dirty!”
Without heeding her protests, I silently continued my ministrations.
Dorothea always sucks my cock, so it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t reciprocate by sucking her pussy.
Sex is, after all, an act of giving and receiving love mutually.
It’s impossible to maintain such a relationship for long if it’s one-sided.
Eventually, after thoroughly licking up the vaginal fluid that had gushed out, I wiped my wet mouth with my forearm and delivered the expected line.
“Dorothea, there’s no dirty place on your body. …Probably.”
“Take out ‘probably’! Bastard!”
The atmosphere was broken by Dorothea’s roar, leaving a momentary silence in the room.
“K. Fhhehe K.”
But since this was exactly what I wanted, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
The slightly innocent Dorothea, unlike her usual self, was nice, but the real her I know has a sharp wit that makes her all the more interesting.
Dorothea, having sworn earlier, now showed a belatedly regretful expression, but perhaps unwilling to apologize for her previous words, she pouted and glared at me with a dissatisfied look.
I gently stroked her cheek with my palm and said,
“It was just a joke. Cheer up.”
“…Hmph!”
However, once shattered, the mood isn’t easily restored.
As I pondered how to console her wounded feelings, Camilla, who had remained completely silent until now, finally spoke up.
“Um…”
“Eh?”
Only then did I realize I’d forgotten about Camilla’s presence and turned my head.
There she was, her long skirt drenched with clear vaginal fluid creating puddles, her face flushed red as she watched us.
“If you’re not going to do it right away, can I help a little?”
Camilla asked for Dorothea’s permission as she spoke.
“Eh? Uh. Sure.”
Even Dorothea, lying on the bed, looked bewildered at her for a moment before nodding.
Upon receiving the go-ahead, Camilla unbuttoned the fastener that held her maid outfit skirt in place.
Swish-
Her usual black skirt slipped off like silk onto the floor, leaving Camilla standing there in only white pantyhose.
Her eyes, unlike their usual demeanor, were hazy and unfocused.
And an eerie aura emanated from her entire body.
Knowing that this indicated she was in heat, I cautiously asked,
“What are you planning to do?”
In response, Camilla naturally formed a circle with her index finger and thumb, mimicking the action of sucking something.
“While Lady Dorothea rests, I will serve Lord Caldlasth.”
Saying this, her expressionless face flicked her red tongue in a manner that was shockingly lewd for someone still a virgin.
Perhaps I had opened Pandora’s box.
A succubus who lived her whole life unaware of sexual matters, upon discovering her own libido, studies it with frightening intensity.
“…Certainly, you’ll enjoy it.”
Gulp-
At those words, I was inexplicably drawn to start removing my pants in front of her.
