Judging you as pitiful because you don’t know love chapter 43- MATURE

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My c*ck, painfully hard for a while now, pressed against his lower body.

The still-loosened opening seemed inviting, like it would easily take me in.

The bead’s fluids had left everything slick, and the damp heat inside would surely feel amazing…

But, but.

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t possibly do this to him after all he’d been through.

“Hah…”

Zerbin let out a sigh, his tired voice startling me into pulling away.

What was I thinking, pressing against him like that?

He must be furious with me!

Instead, his strong, muscular arms wrapped around my back, pulling me against his chest.

“It’s ticklish.”

“W-What?”

“Back there…”

“Maybe the effect hasn’t worn off yet… It should go away soon,” I stammered.

But then, he wrapped his legs around my waist.

His gray eyes, hazy with exhaustion, now clearly reflected desire.

“We’ll talk about the rest later.”

This time, I really thought I might die.

Was this his way of saying, “Don’t stop”? Was he telling me to go ahead?

I’d wanted this so badly, but now that he’d given permission, my throat went dry, and my heart raced so fast my whole body felt overheated.

I couldn’t calm down.

Still, I couldn’t refuse a hero’s command.

“Y-Yeah.”

Even as I stammered out a response, my voice trembled with nervousness.

It sounded pathetic, but I couldn’t help it.

Heat clouded my mind as much as my body.

So, I did as he asked.

The still-parted opening easily welcomed the tip.

The bead had already stretched it once, so it wasn’t as difficult as I’d expected.

The hot, wet walls clung tightly as I slid in.

Even with just a little inside, the pleasure was overwhelming.

Zerbin’s thighs trembled as they encircled my hips, and his usual stoic expression twisted in reaction, stoking my excitement further.

“Hah…”

His soft moans, filled with heat, sounded incredibly sensual.

My head felt foggy.

Everything about this was intoxicating—the heat, the sensation, the way his body responded.

“It feels good… Ugh.”

I bit off the words, realizing how ridiculous I sounded.

As I pushed deeper, the narrow passage grew tighter.

Each thrust seemed to surprise his body, causing the walls to quiver and grip me.

Damn, this feels too good.

“Zerbin.”

I couldn’t stop myself from calling his name.

“Isn’t this clearly an order to keep going without further complaints? You’re telling me to put it in, aren’t you?”

Although it was something I had desperately wanted just moments ago, now that I had permission, my mouth went dry.

My heart was racing so fast that all the blood in my body felt boiling hot.

I couldn’t calm down.

That said, I couldn’t refuse the hero’s order.

“Y-yeah.”

Even while barely managing to answer, my voice trembled noticeably.

It probably sounded pathetic, but I couldn’t help it.

The heat had filled not just my body but my mind as well.

So, I did as I was told.

The slightly open ass easily accepted the c*ck.

Thanks to having been stretched once before by the balls, it wasn’t as difficult to slide in as I had feared.

The hot, wet inner walls clung to and tightened around me.

Even with just a little inside, it already felt amazing.

Watching Zerbin’s thighs tremble and his usually indifferent expression twist was unbelievably exciting.

“Haa…”

The low, heat-laden moan was so seductive that it was almost unbearable.

My mind remained hazy, utterly consumed by pleasure.

The shared warmth was intoxicating.

“This feels… ah…”

I started to say something, but quickly shut my mouth.

There was no point in letting out distracted sounds of pleasure.

Unlike the beginning, the deeper I went, the tighter the inner walls became.

As I pressed further, the narrow passage trembled and squeezed around me as if startled.

Damn, this feels so good.

“Zerbin.”

It’s so good.

Now that I think about it, it’s been ages since I last had s*x.

There was no way to enjoy intimacy during the war; survival obviously took precedence over satisfying urges.

Maybe that’s why.

Zerbin looked up at me with eyes hazy from pleasure, unusually relaxed and languid.

The way he seemed to crave the sensations I was giving him made my heart race even more.

“No, ah… no.”

There was no way I could say something as presumptuous as, “Your ass feels so good I’m losing my mind.”

But even so, the overwhelming sensations made my chest feel tight.

Zerbin gave me a curious glance, but as I continued to push deeper, he gripped the sheets tightly and gasped.

That sensitive reaction alone was enough to make my rationality crumble.

I had finally gotten more than halfway in.

It must have been overwhelming because Zerbin trembled violently.

I wanted to ask if he was okay, but I was afraid my own panting would sound pathetic, so I simply intertwined my hand with his.

Zerbin clasped his fingers with mine, gripping tightly.

Even just holding his hand, his heat burned against me.

Getting the rest of the way in was more challenging.

Just as his hands clung to mine, the inner walls tensed, refusing to yield.

As I tried to press forward, the inside shuddered and tightened further.

“Ah, ngh…”

The soft moan made it clear that it was too much for him.

Rationally, I should have stopped there.

But—

“Ah, haa…”

The sweet sound of his moans slipping through parted lips was too much to resist.

The fact that I was driving the hero, Zerbin Batista, to such pleasure was intoxicating.

I soothed his trembling body, pressing in gently but persistently.

I kissed his cheek repeatedly and pressed our bodies closer to share warmth.

The moment his tension eased and the pressure inside lessened, I pushed all the way in.

I was fully inside.

His c*ck trembled in surprise at the intrusion, and his fingers gripped mine desperately.

Guilt mingled with the overwhelming pleasure, making my head spin.

My hips trembled, and a rush of heat surged through me.

By the time I regained my senses, I had already c*m.

Breathing heavily, I realized belatedly what had happened.

“Damn it.”

Am I insane?

How could I c*m inside him without consent?

And with Zerbin, of all people!

Fortunately, Zerbin’s expression wasn’t as bad as I feared.

His tear-filled eyes, dazed from pleasure, weren’t glaring at me.

His broad chest rose and fell rapidly with his ragged breaths, even that looking enticing.

I lowered my gaze awkwardly.

Not that it helped—his perfectly sculpted abs were all I could see.

Why does Zerbin have to be so perfect?

Is it because he’s a hero?

No, this isn’t the time for such thoughts.

“I’m sorry!”

Even though it felt good, not realizing I was cmmng was a stupid mistake.

It wasn’t my first time, so how could I make such a foolish error?

Thinking back on it, my face burned with shame.

Did I seriously c*m immediately after starting?

That never even happened when I was a virgin.

It’s definitely because it’s Zerbin.

The one I admire and respect the most, the hero.

“I didn’t mean to… I got carried away because it felt so good! You must be upset. Let me clean it up—”

“Ugh!”

Zerbin didn’t let go of my hand.

When I tried to sit up, I collapsed awkwardly onto his chest.

And because I hadn’t pulled out yet, the inside tightened around me.

The hole, now slick with cm, clung to me, causing me to cm again.

My head spun.

“Ah, ah… Do I not need to pull out?”

He had taken my c*m without warning.

Surely, he must be upset.

I asked anxiously, desperate for reassurance.

“Do you think it’s fine as long as you’re the only one feeling good?”

Ah, no.

Of course, that’s not okay.

I mean, I did c*m, but Zerbin hasn’t yet.

So, does that mean we’re continuing like this?

“Sh-should I keep going?”

Zerbin raised an eyebrow.

The message in his dark brows was clear: stop talking and keep going.

I understood, but it was terrifying.

Does that mean I’m really going to continue without pulling out?

From the start, this felt sacrilegious, but my stupidity was making it worse.

“Ah, no, no. Of course, we have to. How could I just finish alone and stop there?”

No, but what I meant was not to just finish on my own, but to clean up and then keep going… Never mind.

The one in the wrong should keep their mouth shut.

The hero is always right.

Still, seeing as Zerbin wants to continue, it’s a relief that he’s clearly feeling it too.

Since he’s naturally sensitive, if he gets a proper taste of pleasure, maybe he’ll make an effort to relieve his l*st regularly?

I slowly withdrew my c*ck.

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