“Yvonne… You’re cute.”
I hugged Yvonne, who was leaning against me, tightly.
Yvonne is a widow and is already at an age where people might call her “auntie,” but to me, she just seems like a wonderful older sister.
Yvonne’s mature body possesses a rich allure, a sensuality that the fresh, innocent bodies of the princesses in the “Princess Harem” lack.
As I held Yvonne, who had gone weak in the knees, and savored her body, she seemed to be calming down a bit.
Now would be the appropriate time, perhaps, to move on to the next step?
Then, with the hand I had placed on her back, I found the zipper of her mourning clothes and, with a “Zzzzzip,” pulled it all the way down.
Throughout this, Yvonne was passive, clinging to me tightly.
“Hal, you’re good at undressing women.”
Yvonne said something difficult to comment on, but I ignored it for now.
Yvonne didn’t smell of cheap, heavy makeup. A faint, sweet body odor emanated from her wavy blond hair, which had come loose, a scent that excited me.
Perhaps the mourning clothes had protected Yvonne.
She had a minimal amount of makeup, with just a touch of rouge on her lips, but she didn’t seem to be wearing any powder or perfume.
I have a rather keen sense of smell, so I can’t stand heavily made-up whores. It’s because when I get close to a woman who’s caked on makeup until she’s completely white, my nose starts to tickle, and I feel like I’m going to sneeze.
Fortunately, the beautiful girls around me now are beautiful and smell good even without makeup.
Furthermore, they are soft to the touch and let out delightful moans when caressed, making them perfect.
However, I can’t praise them to their faces to that extent, but my recent fulfilling days are thanks to them.
While holding Yvonne, I pulled her right arm out of her mourning clothes.
Her exposed right arm was slender, and it felt like it would break if I squeezed it too hard.
Looking at her chest, I saw she was wearing a black slip made of thin silk.
After I pulled out her left arm as well, the mourning clothes slid to the floor with a “Swish.”
“Yvonne, you… you’re beautiful.”
“… I’m happy.”
After whispering in her ear, I released her from my embrace and appraised her again.
Meanwhile, her cheeks were flushed, and she was looking away. Despite being older, her mannerisms were adorable.
Yvonne was now in her underwear.
The black slip was held up by thin shoulder straps, but the fabric was so thin that the outline of her breasts was visible.
As I had guessed, she was the type of person who looked thinner in clothes, and I could faintly make out the shape of her ample breasts and the nipples.
Her waist was well-defined, and her figure hadn’t fallen apart, suggesting she hadn’t given birth.
She was wearing black panties and, over them, black pantyhose, just as she had been in the living room.
Her legs were long and slender, and the black pantyhose made them look even more toned.
She was also wearing black, gleaming leather pumps on her feet.
“Take off your shoes and come here.”
“Yes! Master Hal!!”
When I called out to Yvonne, she joyfully kicked off her pumps and rushed into my embrace.
“Hal, Hal… I can’t hold back anymore.”
Yvonne hugged me tightly and initiated a deep kiss, her tongue entwining with mine.
“Don’t be so greedy. And let me see more of your body, Yvonne.”
I pulled Yvonne, who was clinging to me, away, gave her a light kiss, and spread the shoulder straps of her slip to the sides with both hands.
When the shoulder straps came down to her upper arms, more than half of Yvonne’s breasts were exposed.
As the shoulder straps passed her elbows, Yvonne’s breasts popped out with a “Plop.”
“What beautiful breasts.”
“Thank you, Hal.”
Yvonne’s breasts were a slightly drooping bowl shape, with small pink areolas and already erect nipples.
When I then pulled the shoulder straps completely off her arms, the black slip also slid to the floor with a “Swish.”
Yvonne’s body was slender overall, and her narrowed waist was reminiscent of a teenage girl.
“Well then, we’re going to start for real… Don’t regret it, okay?”
“Hal… I… when was the last time I was this excited?”
Yvonne leaped into my chest again, and the two of us, entwined, fell onto the bed.
Then, Yvonne quickly stripped off my pajamas, leaving me in just my underwear.
Yvonne’s breasts, crushed against my chest, felt indescribably good.
I adjusted the floating light orbs in the air, enveloping the bedroom in dim light.
Yvonne’s black panties, made from the silk of luminous spiders, glowed faintly, highlighting her secret place.
A slight protrusion revealed the slit of her secret crack, revealing Yvonne’s private garden in illuminated relief.
“Come here, Hal.”
Drawn by Yvonne’s voice in the dim light, I embraced her and took her left breast into my mouth, sucking firmly.
At the same time, I kneaded her right breast.
“…Ah… Ahhh… Good… It’s good… Ah…”
My intense caresses made Yvonne’s body glisten with sweat, making her skin feel sticky to the touch.
Muffled moans escaped Yvonne’s lips, and my penis became erect.
As expected, the mature body of a widow, honed by her late husband, could embrace rough caresses that a virgin would have cried out and wept in pain from.
“Th-that’s the spot. Hal, Hal… Ahhhhhh…”
“So that’s the spot, you bitch!”
I lowered my left hand, slipping my fingertips inside her black panties, over the black pantyhose.
Passing through the pubic hair, I felt a small protrusion.
This must be Yvonne’s clitoris glans.
I fumbled inside her panties and found the cute little bean, pinching it between my thumb and index finger, and rolling it with my fingertips, carefully controlling the pressure.
Yvonne let out an exceptionally loud moan and arched backward.
“Hal, I don’t want your fingers. I want your strong cock.”
“This is enough for a nymphomaniac bitch. Can you handle my caresses?!”
My fingertips moved beyond the clitoris glans to new territory, reaching the slit of her secret crack. I stroked her outer labia, then inserted my middle finger into her vagina opening.
Her vagina opening was narrower and tighter than I had expected.
It was almost like a virgin’s.
My finger technique, honed by Alicia and the princesses of “Princess Harem,” began to wet the vagina opening I had taken into my mouth after so long.
“Gah… Guuh… Guuuhhh!!”
My intense fingerwork caused Yvonne’s mouth to fall open carelessly, her saliva dripping as she drowned in pleasure.
This face, it seems, is what they call an “ahegao.”
I had never pushed Alicia and the others this far, but Yvonne’s face was distorted hideous.
Yvonne’s debauchery caused my penis to become erect to the limit, threatening to burst.
From Yvonne’s attitude, it seemed the foreplay was sufficient.
At this point, I didn’t have the leisure to slowly remove the black pantyhose.
Removing my left hand from Yvonne’s panties, I spread her legs apart and roughly tore away the black pantyhose covering her secret place.
The fabric of the thin black pantyhose tore easily, revealing her panties glowing in the dim light.
“Yvonne, here I come.”
“Ahhh… Yes… Hal. Ahhh… This moment… Ahhh… I’ve been waiting for this.”
With her legs spread wide, I parted the fabric of Yvonne’s panties as she gasped, exposing her secret crack. With my left index finger, I forcefully widened her wet vagina opening and immediately thrust my penis inside.
Despite being a widow, Yvonne’s vaginal canal was narrow, like a virgin’s.
Perhaps it was because it had been a year since her last sexual act, or perhaps her late husband had a small penis.
“I-it hurts, it hurts… Hal… It hurts… Ahhhhhh… Guuuh…”
Yvonne wailed in pain, yet seemed to be enjoying it. Without considering her condition, I plunged my penis deeper and began thrusting.
By then, Yvonne and I were both covered in sweat, and Yvonne’s moans responded to my vigorous movements.
“I’m… going to cum! Yvonne!”
“Give me… Ahhhh… Hal’s… Guuuh… Seed!!”
*Squelch*
I ejaculated semen deep inside Yvonne’s vagina and climaxed on top of her.
Yvonne then lovingly stroked my head.
This composure, perhaps, was characteristic of a widow.
Just moments ago, Yvonne had been wearing an ahegao face with my penis inside her vagina.
Yet, at this moment, Yvonne looked like a maternal Madonna. Women are truly strange creatures.
Exhausted from the day’s activities, I fell asleep.
Yvonne’s body evoked memories of my young days sleeping beside mother Shakura, and I drifted into a deep slumber.
And so, the secret night between the two deepened.
The next morning, when I woke up, Yvonne, who should have been sleeping beside me, was gone.
The morning sun streaming through the window indicated it was a clear day.
As I lay in a daze, thinking about the intense sexual act from the previous night, the door creaked open slightly with a “Click.”
“Master Hal, breakfast is ready. The dining hall is on the first floor, please come down.”
The voice belonged to Sibil, a maid in this mansion.
She explained that she had opened the door without hesitation because her voice and knocks couldn’t reach into this soundproof room.
After getting ready and heading to the dining hall, I was the last to arrive.
The dining table was laden with a lavish breakfast spread, including seasonal vegetable salads and grilled meat.
What surprised me even more was Yvonne’s attire.
Yesterday, she had been dressed in mourning clothes, but this morning, Yvonne was wearing an elegant pink dress, and she looked somehow younger and more radiant.
“Good morning, Yvonne, and Sibil. Thank you for breakfast.”
“Good morning, Hal. Please eat plenty.”
Yvonne greeted me with a light voice, and Sibil responded with a nod.
After exchanging morning greetings with the members of “Princess Harem,” we had breakfast in a pleasant atmosphere and prepared to leave the mansion.
As we walked down the corridor, Sibil thanked me.
She said that no matter how much she had persuaded Yvonne, she had always remained faithful to her deceased husband and refused to take off her mourning clothes. She was astonished that Yvonne now wanted to wear the dress she had worn in her youth.
She inferred that I must be the reason for this change.
Sibil revealed that there were several remarriage proposals for the beautiful Yvonne, but she had politely declined them as she had no interest. Sibil expressed her sincere wish that Yvonne would find new happiness through this opportunity.
It seemed Yvonne had an excellent maid.
“Hal, and everyone, I wish you a safe journey.”
“Thank you, Hal.”
“Thank you, Yvonne and Sibil.”
We departed the mansion after receiving fervent farewells from Yvonne and Sibil at the entrance.
Meanwhile, Shera had not yet awakened from her coma induced by the Resurrection Magic.
Thank you for reading.
episode18-5 “The Awakening of the Young Fox and Small Talk” was scheduled for automatic posting at midnight on July 6th.
