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A tingling sensation spread through my entire body.
A lazy, hazy pleasure rippled beneath my skin, coiling a heavy weight in my stomach.
By the time my breath turned ragged, my mind went blank.
The first climax arrived swiftly.
My release spilled over Ateol’s hand and onto the sheets.
Ah, now that I think about it… the attendants will see these sheets later…
The sudden embarrassment didn’t last long, though—Ateol didn’t even bother wiping his hand before straightening up.
My gaze instinctively followed him.
He was still fully dressed in the robes he had worn to my chambers.
Kneeling on the bed, he slowly removed each layer—his robe, the sash at his waist, and the thin garment beneath.
With every discarded piece of fabric, more of his elegant yet powerful body was revealed.
When only a single layer of his sleepwear remained, he met my gaze and wordlessly undid the sash.
I couldn’t look away.
His body, bathed in the dim candlelight, was a masterpiece of tightly woven muscle, shifting fluidly with every movement.
As he slid his arms free of his robe, the muscles of his forearm tensed in a long, sculpted line.
Then, as he removed the last of his clothing and set it aside, his hands—large, firm, and veined with defined tendons—came into view.
His thighs, thick and strong like a warhorse’s.
His calves, sharply defined down to his ankles.
A body that left nothing to be desired.
I gasped, realizing I had been staring too long.
Quickly, I turned my head away. Had I been drooling?
Ateol chuckled softly and spoke.
“Have you finished admiring me? Because I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”
“…What? What do you mean?”
When I turned back, he motioned with his chin.
His gaze was fixed on me.
Confused, I looked down at myself—and immediately froze.
My chest was exposed, my robe haphazardly pushed up along the lines of my legs, my undergarments long gone.
My stomach and thighs were slick, leaving me in a state somehow more indecent than being fully undressed.
For a moment, I debated diving under the blankets, but that would only make things worse.
Instead, I forced myself to act unaffected and shrugged off my sleepwear.
My hands trembled slightly.
Ateol, watching me with quiet amusement, reached into the pile of clothes he had discarded.
From within, he pulled out a small glass bottle, no bigger than his palm.
“…What’s that?”
“Something good.”
I instinctively frowned.
Given the atmosphere and his teasing tone, the words felt far too suggestive.
He popped the cap off the bottle, ran his fingertip around the rim, then held it out to me.
At first, I thought he wanted me to smell it—but instead, he pressed his finger against my lips.
A faint, rosy scent filled the air as a slick sensation coated my lips.
Oil.
There was no mistaking its purpose. I had been foolish to even hesitate.
Ateol poured a small amount into his palm.
The subtle fragrance of the oil lingered around us.
Despite already reaching release once, my body throbbed with anticipation.
Had it been that good last time?
So good that my body remembered even when my mind didn’t?
Before I could get lost in my thoughts, Ateol moved closer.
Spreading my legs apart, he positioned himself between them.
One by one, my thighs were lifted onto his firm lap.
The pose was humiliating.
Tilting the bottle, he let the oil drip slowly onto me.
The thick, transparent liquid trickled down my arousal, over my perineum.
A strange sensation.
A soft, involuntary sound escaped me.
Would he do it the same way as last time, between my thighs…?
No. He wouldn’t have prepared oil just for that.
As expected, his fingers drifted lower, toward the tightly closed entrance between my cheeks.
A fresh trickle of oil ran down as his fingertips explored the area.
My thighs trembled.
He spread the oil carefully, then began applying gentle pressure, coaxing me open.
It wasn’t as stretched as when he had spilled inside last time, but I could feel him pressing deeper, steadily working his way in.
One finger, just the first knuckle, slipped inside along with the oil.
“Nnnh… ah… ngh….”
Just a single fingertip, and it already felt tight.
Patiently, Ateol continued to coat his hand in oil, massaging deeper bit by bit.
The unfamiliar muscles inside me twitched, alternately trying to push him out and clenching around him.
“Haa… aah…!”
With a final push, his finger sank in completely.
Thick and knotted at the joints, just one of his fingers was enough to make me feel completely filled.
Sweat beaded on my forehead as tension gripped my thighs and lower half.
Ateol traced his palm over my stomach and hips.
ꔚ
“You’re small, so I expected it to be tight, but… it’s even more constricted than I thought.”
“……”
“Your mouth is tight, and now here too….”
His casual remark sent heat rushing to my face.
Lifting one of my legs, he pressed a soft kiss to my knee before he started moving his finger.
The slick glide in and out of my entrance, combined with the pressure against my sensitive inner walls, sent shivers through me.
Ateol was meticulous, pressing and rubbing against every inch inside me.
“Haa… ah… ngh….”
I was already leaking again, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch it.
Somehow, focusing on the sensation of his fingers inside me felt more important.
Even as I tried to keep my mouth shut, soft moans slipped through my parted lips.
As my walls relaxed, he added another finger.
I whimpered, shifting uncomfortably.
Just two fingers, yet the stretch felt overwhelming.
But with the added fullness came an even deeper pleasure.
Ateol worked the digits inside me, alternating between gentle scissoring and slow thrusts, stretching me open at a careful but deliberate pace.
The oil-slicked friction, the heat curling deep in my stomach, the way my body responded to his every touch—everything blurred into an intoxicating haze.
As he spread his fingers wider, I could feel myself unraveling, surrendering completely to his touch.
“Ahk…!”
The entrance, which had been tightly clinging around his fingers, loosened slightly.
Ateol brought the mouth of the oil bottle to the spot.
The slick, cool liquid trickled down, seeping into the narrow space that had been tightly closed.
As I trembled, the number of fingers inside increased to three.
They moved together like thick serpents, pressing and exploring deep within.
It was as if they were searching for something—delving in deeper, probing.
I had been letting out small whimpers when, suddenly, a bolt of sensation shot through me, making my entire body jolt as if struck by lightning.
“Hiiik…! Ah, ah, j-just now…!”
“It’s closer to the surface than I expected.”
“What…? Ugh, ngh, ha, don’t—don’t…!”
The moment Ateol’s fingers brushed against something inside, an intense heat erupted deep in my stomach, engulfing my entire body.
It was overwhelming—so powerful that I couldn’t even comprehend it as pleasure.
Without mercy, Ateol pressed and rubbed that spot persistently with three fingers.
A shudder ran through my stomach before waves of convulsions spread through my whole body.
“Haa, ah, ahh! S-stop, ah, ngh…!”
The sensation heightened rapidly, as if I were being pushed to the edge.
Sweat seeped from my entire body, and I trembled uncontrollably.
My head spun, leaving me dazed and groaning—there was nothing I could do but twist my body in response.
It felt as though all my senses, every nerve in my body, had converged on that one place.
Ateol continued to rub against it.
By now, the pain of penetration had completely faded.
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