Chapter 293 – A Cat

“Marronnier.”
“…”

An erection on the verge of bursting through the underwear.

Placing her nose next to the shaft, she gently inhales the scent.

“…Ah.”

Unable to calm herself at the scent of a man filling her nostrils, the cock hidden within the underwear has monstrously grown.

Towering.

Marronnier stares at the penis resting on her nose.

-Gulp.

The soft yet hot sensation pressing against her lower abdomen, even through the underwear. Her fangs graze the glans, and with a stinging pain, Blanche’s saliva-filled tongue gently sweeps up the underside of the shaft. It’s a sensation that makes her entire body tremble.

“Hey. Hey!”

Her delicate arms wrap around my waist. Marronnier, having taken the penis out of her mouth, buries her nose in the saliva-soaked underwear, enjoying the scent, and licks it, savoring the taste with her tongue.

“Pfuh, chug, pheh….”

Saliva dripping from her open mouth.

Her sultry gaze, filled with intense lust, locked on me.

The once pure, deep blue eyes now tainted and darkened with corruption.
Swish. Swish. The sound of her thighs rubbing together, encased in white stockings.

– Thud.

Maronie collapses to her knees, her legs seemingly weakened.

“Haa… Hah… Haa… Haa….”

Her mind appears to be gone, and I can’t see her expression.

The darkness limits my vision.
Thus, Maronie’s provocative gasps resonate more potently and enthrallingly in my ears.

– Huff, huff.

Crude, shallow breaths echo throughout the restroom.
I wanted to dispel this haze, but now my own thoughts are clouded.

Maronie, the girl with a petite and adorable frame, easily carried in both hands, is sampling my scent beneath me.

“…Ah.”

A translucent fluid clings to the edge of her underwear.

I felt the gentle touch of soft lips on the tip of my glans.

-Slurp.

Even the saliva was licked and savored.
As if it were sweet coconut juice. Lovingly, she caressed my shaft with both hands, soothing me.

“…This.”

Marronnier’s voice, steeped in lust.
Originally, her tone was like the resonating bell of a tower at noon on a bright day.

Yet now, it was different.

“…Nice.”

Her voice, like a sweet handful of chocolate, grew increasingly thick with excitement.

“Good, good…”

Her voice tickled my ear like melted chocolate left at room temperature.
A voice incomparable to any other, unique to Marronnier alone.

“How long, how long have I waited?”

Merely listening to it felt as if my entire body’s lust surged powerfully.
The scent of sweaty flesh emanating from her petite body was intense, yet it was not at all off-putting – instead, it made me yearn to embrace her all day long.

Marronnier delicately pulled down the underwear.
A grotesque, vein-lined penis.
It resisted coming down, and after some struggle, it sprang free and touched my cheek.
The soft sensation alone felt as if it would drive me mad.

I retreated momentarily to escape the pleasure.
Then, as my elbow pressed the switch, the light on the ceiling flickered on.

– Flash.

The sight of Marronnier on her knees entered my view.
Her white panties, sandwiched between her skirt, were soaked straight through.
Though she knelt, her thighs were splayed open defenselessly, revealing a taut line beneath.

Above that, a flushed red face met my gaze.
A face that could drive someone mad.

“Get up.”
“Mmm…”

She obeys me.
Marronnier’s body, rising from her position, was drenched in sweat.

Perhaps it was because she sweats profusely when nervous, but various places were damp and glistening.
I slightly lowered my head.
Marronnier, now in my field of vision, swallowed a hollow breath.

– Thump, thump.

It’s possible for a person’s heart to beat like this.
It’s not thumping, but lovingly beating in rhythm. Just like Marronnier, who adores singing, the heart seems to revive its emotions.

I placed my hands in Marronnier’s armpits.

…Unconsciously.
I nestled my face into her body.

Marronnier embraced my face with delight.

*Thump.*

Marronnier’s back bumps against the toilet’s water tank.
I licked each bead of sweat with my tongue.
A slightly sweet scent vibrated upon my tongue.

When I lifted her wet short-sleeved shirt, her nipples stood erect atop her protruding breasts.

“…us.”

Marronnier cautiously spoke.

“…If we do it this time, we can’t pretend it never happened. It’s different from before. The temperament remains the same…”
“You said you wanted to.”
“……”

Marronnier, with her arms slightly open.

“Yes.”

Love is entwined in her eyes.

“…Embrace Blanche, please.”

He wrapped his arms around Marronnier, holding her close to his chest to keep her warm, pressing her tightly against him.

“…Ah, uh, ugh, oh…”

She seemed to struggle with the sensation of being restrained, as the tightness of the embrace must have been somewhat painful. Even in the moments when she could hardly breathe, Marronnier’s body continued to tremble.

Had her body somehow remembered the brief day they had spent together? Arousal welled up from beneath her underwear.

“You’re like a cat.”

A cat that purrs and shows affection while nestled in one’s arms. That was Marronnier’s nature.

“…A cat.”
“You don’t like it?”
“Turn me into a cat….”

Once the line is crossed, words become unfiltered. She seemed willing to permit anything. Whether he asked her to be his girlfriend in this state, or proposed any position, she appeared ready to consent. Yet, he could not go as far as penetration.

That must be what Marronnier desires most, but ultimately, even this might be nothing more than a mere layer of fabricated emotions.

“…Lay everything aside… I want to live as your cat.”

Yet, even so, the sorrowful voice that escapes from Marronnier’s lips reveals an unexpected amount of stress.

“Away from the national tree, and the family…”

Gently pressing and caressing the raised strands of Marronnier’s hair, as if to shield them.

“Simply.”

Tired eyes. Familiar gazes.

The eyes of someone exhausted by daily work, without reprieve from the repetitive grind or weekend breaks. Marronnier, burdened with the responsibilities of nobility and duties of the national tree, must have been unable to bear the stress.

And now that Marronnier is in this state, her life entangled, she seeks me out as her refuge.

“…Do you dislike me?”
“Why would I dislike you? I wouldn’t know if you dislike me.”
“Am I not good enough?”
“You’re pretty enough.”
“…Am I not cute?”
“Overflowing with charm.”

“…Do you dislike being with me? Because my breasts are small…?”

The sudden question caught me off guard, leaving me at a loss for words.
What should I say?

Instead of answering, I moved my face closer and pressed my lips against Marronnier’s.

“Mmm…”

As I slipped my tongue inside, her lips parted ever so slightly to welcome it. My tongue was greeted with hers, licking the base, grazing the roof of her mouth, and exchanging saliva. The pure, untainted body of a wood nymph was now defiled by the vulgar fluids of a human.

“Mmm… Cold. Hah…”

As we broke the kiss and gazed into each other’s eyes, I lowered my hand, slipping my fingers through Marronnier’s stockings and underwear. I gently parted the soft, downy hair hiding her most intimate place.

– Squelch.

Before long, a heated moan escaped Marronnier’s lips.

“If the brainwashing is undone…”

“Mmm, yes… Ahh…”

“Even if our feelings remain the same, I’ll take responsibility in some way.”

After all, it’s not difficult.

I might get taken advantage of by the women in the house, but… that’s already a fact.

Marronnier’s waist buckles, and she embraces me tightly.

“But the situation is already out of control, isn’t it?”

I gradually extend my fingers.
Inside her tight, coiled vagina, I bend my hand like a hook to stimulate her sensitive areas.
Marronnier’s pussy is already quite narrow.

“…Huh, huh, huh, oh… ah.”

A vulgar voice echoes.

“Heh, heh… hic, huh.”

Love juices flow abundantly, and urine spurts out.

“If you so desire.”

If Marronnier wishes for it, once everything is over.
Considering I’m a wanderer during that time anyway,
I could manage to extract Marronnier, putting on a poker face.

I don’t say anything more.

“…Uh, ah… ah.”

I hug Marronnier, who lets out a cat-like sound.

“It’s so… different from when I do it alone… You haven’t even put it in yet… huh.”

Marronnier purses her lips and pleads for a kiss.
I couldn’t help but intertwine our tongues once more.

At that moment, my exposed cock slipped between Marronnier’s thighs.
Feeling her soft touch, she began to whimper as she gently rocked her hips.

“…Ah, oh, ah…haah.”
“Blanche.”

As I grazed the damp folds of her pussy, her swollen clitoris twitched.
Her slick arousal entwined around her thighs.
The coarse texture of her stockings generated heat from the persistent friction.

Pressing down harder, I rubbed my cock against Marronnier’s thighs.

-Jipuuuu.

Before long, my pearly white semen splattered onto her white stockings.

“…Haah, haah.”
“Are you satisfied?”

Unconsciously, Marronnier swiped her hand through the semen on her thigh and brought it to her lips.
I grabbed her hand.

“Don’t eat it. You’ll just feel sick.”
“…Okay.”

-Shuaaaa!

I hastily wiped my body with my clothes at a nearby sink.

We returned to the room.

Inevitably, we had to shower separately.

Following a brief, awkward silence, Marronnier spoke up, and I ended up showering first. After coming back to the room and changing my clothes, it was Marronnier’s turn to enter the shower.

My mind felt clear after releasing my sexual desire.

The sensation of the pure white stockings still sends a thrill through me whenever I recall it.

I sat down haphazardly on Sansuyu’s bed, waiting for Marronnier. Unable to wait any longer, I lay down on the bed.

– Drip, drip.

The door soon opened.

– Tap, tap.

The sound of small footsteps. Marronnier, who had walked over briskly, looked down at me on the bed.

– Swish.

She carefully lifted the blanket.

“…Why?”

“I want to sleep together…”

“What if we get caught?”

“Before that happens, I’ll move… Can’t we stay together just until then?”

Numerous thoughts raced through my mind.

What if we get caught? That was a concern as well.

My concerns deepened, fearing that indulging in these playful whims might lead to irreversible consequences.

“…Just this once.”

Reluctantly giving in, Marronnier slipped into my bed, clad in her thin nightgown. Observing her, she climbed atop my stomach and crouched down. Her buttocks protruded behind her, thighs resting on my waist, and her arms wrapped around my chest.

“Can’t you just sleep comfortably beside me, Blanche?”
“Tonight… I’m a cat…”

As if she’d been holding onto those words, Marronnier rubbed her cheek against my chest.

“…I’ll sleep.”

Completely self-indulgent. With no other choice, I tightly embraced Marronnier beneath the covers. Seemingly content, she rubbed her cheeks against me several times. When I patted her soft buttocks, she inched forward, bestowed a gentle kiss upon my lips, and closed her eyes once more.

*Sigh*.

I was deeply regretful.

* * * * * * *

Sleeping.

Marronnier awoke partway through the night and checked the time.

5 o’clock. Surprisingly, Sansuyu tends to wake up rather late.

The first ones to rise are Hyunja and Lee Si-heon, as they have their morning routines to attend to. That means there’s at least until 7 o’clock before things get busy.

“…”

– If the brainwashing wears off.
– If your feelings remain the same, I’ll take responsibility.

She recalls those words, not knowing what the outcome might be for herself. Yet, she had uttered them and accepted the responsibility.

What about Sansuyu, then? Considering how she drives women mad, it’s evident that she must have hidden other women somewhere. Even though it’s legal to marry multiple women…

A woman’s desires are not that easily satiated.

“…Ah.”

Lee Si-heon stirs in his sleep, his head moving slightly as if catching his breath. Marronnier crawls onto Lee Si-heon’s stomach and steals a kiss from his lips.

– Smooch.

Sweet.

I find myself under such an illusion.

‘One more time…’

-Smooch.

I licked my lower lip.
I slipped my tongue into the slightly parted crevice and licked the seam.

I cupped my cheeks with both hands.
This is the face I memorized yesterday.

-Smooch.

He seems to be sound asleep, showing no signs of waking.
There was still plenty of time.
Marronnier stretched her tongue as far as possible and penetrated Lee Si-heon’s mouth.

The scent fills her every breath.

‘…Lovely.’

-Slurp.

‘Amazing…’

-Slurp. Suck. Swoosh. Swish.

‘Amazing…’

A face that embodies the word “adorable” perfectly.
It was once a thoughtless expression, but now he has become her captive.
Marronnier, pressing down on Lee Si-heon as if to smother him, embraced his face and held him with her perky breasts.

Although small, they were ample enough to cradle a man.

Just a little more like this.
By the time she thought she should hold this man even tighter.

Immediately, I sensed a presence just behind me.

“Blanche?”