“C-Claire, what is this…?”
Why was she undressing me?
I had no idea what was going on.
In my past life, I’d never been in an intimate relationship with a girl. I’d never even dated, let alone held hands. Of course, I was inexperienced with kissing and sex.
So, this situation only made me think, ‘What kind of eroge is this?’ I was utterly bewildered.
“It’s fine. I decided this myself—”
Claire gave an answer that I understood, yet didn’t. She gulped, her gaze fixed hotly on my crotch.
To have my most embarrassing part stared at so intently by such a stunning beauty.
There was a strange pleasure, a mixture of a sweet, tingling shame and a clear, refreshing exhilaration. Was this the thrill of exposure?
My Penis, with its rising excitement, became hard to a degree that was embarrassing even to myself. It curved forward nearly ninety degrees, throbbing with masculine vigor.
“You’re really… big…”
Claire murmured fervently.
“I’ve never seen a man’sPenis before, but this is the shape they are… You look so strong.”
As I sighed, her sweet breath tickled my Glans. My Penis twitched energetically.
“You’re not weak, Abel.”
Claire told me, looking up at me with a sidelong glance. I realized she was following up on what was said at the banquet earlier. Thank you, Claire.
“Ah, no—!?”
Suddenly, her fingertips touched the tip of my Dick. With the soft pads of her fingers, she traced around the curve of my Glans. It was as if she were confirming its feel and shape.
“You’re twitching, aren’t you…”
“Because… I’m aroused… by you looking at me and touching me, Claire…”
I whispered in a dry voice. Pre-ejaculate leaked from the tip, releasing a faint, fishy smell that stung my nostrils.
“I believe… I just need to lick it… right…?”
Claire whispered, sounding nervous. She leaned closer to my crotch again.
“Eh, you’re going to lick—”
No way, is she going to give me a blowjob…?
I became even more dumbfounded, my eyes fixed on Claire’s face as she approached my Penis. Her sweet breath wafted over my Glans, tickling it. That tickle, in turn, evoked a pleasure that sent a dull throbbing deep into my Dick.
“M-mm, smooch.”
Claire lightly kissed the tip of my Penis. Her soft tongue traced the curve of my Glans.
“Ugh!”
I moaned, frowning. A cloyingly sweet pleasure shot through the tip of my manhood. I had never experienced such a sweet, numbing sensation before.
(This isn’t a dream, is it…?)
In my current life, I had no experience with women. I’d barely even spoken to girls. Me, who was unpopular and lived a solitary life, was receiving fellatio from such a beautiful girl. It was truly like a dream—but the softness of her lips, the heat, the melting sweetness I felt on my Dick all possessed an overwhelming sense of reality.
“M-mm, smooch… L-like this…?”
Claire asked, a worried expression on her face, looking up at me. I hadn’t noticed in the dim light, but now that I saw better, she was wearing something shiny. Was it silver Knight armor…? It was smeared with soot and mud in places, looking like it had been through a battle. At the banquet earlier, she was wearing a simple villager’s tunic, but when did she change?
And then,
“I-it’s my first time… so I’m not good at it, I’m sorry.”
Claire’s worried expression deepened. The contrast between her normally spirited personality and this earnest act of service was irresistible. My chest ached with a bittersweet pang.
“That’s not true… Ugh, it f-feels good.”
“It feels… good?”
She looked flustered, yet also somewhat happy, her expression one of pure innocence.
“I’m glad…”
“K-keep going.”
I said, my voice cracking with excitement.
“…It’s my thanks for saving the village, right?”
Claire continued the fellatio, as if reassuring herself. Saved the village? What was she talking about? Just as I wondered,
“Kuh, ahhhh…”
Her hot, melting tongue wrapped around my Glans. With sounds of lapping saliva, a sweet sensation permeated my tip. My engorged Glans twitched of its own accord. I could feel the pre-ejaculate leaking, thick and viscous. The cloying, green scent mingled with the surroundings. That scent, mixing with Claire’s sweet and sour saliva, quickly turned into a potent, musky odor.
“Ah,… uh, fa…”
“Smooch, *puu*… n, lero.”
My gasps and the sound of Claire’s tongue writhing intertwined, creating a lewd harmony. As her hot tongue moved like waves, entwining around me, currents of pleasure shot through my Dick. Her soft, melting lips enveloped my Glans. Just that was enough to send a rush of hot blood to my Penis, as if I were about to climax.
