Chapter 533 – Teacher Marronnier (1)

Behold me as one would a child.
The kindergarten teacher, Marronnier, was even more extraordinary than I had envisioned.

– The sound of water flowing.

“It’s about washing between the crevices. You understand?”
“Yes. Hehe.”
“…I won’t do it.”
“Oh, sorry. It’s just that you’re so adorable.”

Such behavior towards a lover might seem embarrassing, but even a little jesting promptly results in a pouting expression, with her lips protruding in protest.
Yet, despite meeting after quite a while, she doesn’t seem to intend to deny my request. The ears of Marronnier, who is diligently washing my hands, have turned as vividly red as strawberries in December.

‘I always think of this when our hands touch….’

Marronnier’s hands are far softer than the gentle undulation of water.
Small, endearing, and devoid of any rough edges. The size seems overwhelming, as if even holding a single utensil would be a challenge, as precious as a child’s, and nearly half the size of my own hand when compared. It’s astonishing how much affection one can feel just from observing someone’s hand.

“Miss Blanche.”
“What’s with the formalities… Why?”
“Your hands are incredibly small.”

Marronnier, who has paused momentarily, soap bubbles clinging to the back of her hand.
With her head lowered, she carefully aligns our hands, whispering softly.

“Considering how enormous Monsieur is…”
“Ahem, let’s stick to the premise.”

A light-hearted tease.
Could this be the sensation of one’s heart melting?
Despite the clamor outside due to the record-breaking low temperatures, this vicinity is particularly warm, thanks to Marronnier’s warmth.

“Really… Monsieur, aren’t you a fool?”

– Splish-splash!

Marronnier, after playfully splashing water on my hand, dries it with a towel, admonishing me not to utter nonsense.
There’s a subtle feeling of loss as my hand leaves the warmth of the hot water.

“Now, let’s move to the dining table.”

Nonetheless, seeing her sticking to the premise, it appears that the embarrassment is somewhat stimulating.
Though she denies it herself, Marronnier seems to secretly relish the teasing.

I return to the room and take a seat at the dining table.
Marronnier, who dries the water droplets splattered on her body with the towel used to wipe my hands, heaves a long sigh upon seeing me seated at the table. The blue apron of Bam, the night kitty, sways near her thighs.

“What should I do here, Miss?”
“…It’s time for the meal. Siheon, stay put.”

Blanche, drawing closer with a sigh at my question.
She seizes a hefty sandwich, nestles close to me, and proffers it.

“Now, say Ah~ Make sure to chew thoroughly.”

It feels like a return to childhood.
No, even kindergarteners tend to manage their meals well.
Perhaps this situation is more akin to that of an infant. I’m slightly disconcerted, but at Marronnier’s insistence, I unwittingly open my mouth.

“Open wider, Ah~~”

Marronnier opens her mouth wide, as if imitating me.
A glimpse of her soft tongue and even teeth inadvertently makes my mouth water.

– Crunch.

The sandwich, taking a bite, exudes an unfamiliar yet subtle sweetness. Whether she prepared the seasoning herself or not, I can’t help but break into a smile.

“It’s delightful, Professor.”

With genuine praise and habitual honorifics that had taken root over time, Marronnier caused a slight stiffening in his face.

“… Indeed.”

My amused smile caused Marronnier to pause, her cheeks flushing a warm hue. She reached for a tissue from the table, tenderly dabbing at my mouth. An inexplicable sense of joy welled within me.

I recalled people who enjoyed this sort of play. I realized, people’s preferences aren’t always strange as they seem. Everyone is simply shy. Indeed, if the angelic Blanche were to engage, everyone would surely revel in it.

After concluding our meal, I found myself seated on the bed, spending time in close proximity to Marronnier. Our shared hobbies were scarce, and the hastily prepared setting left me unable to think of a suitable activity.

Perhaps it was time to conclude. Having sufficiently rejuvenated, I considered returning to a more focused state.

“Engaging in this manner, it feels as though we’re stepping into the role of the villain.”

As I casually raised this point, Marronnier’s hand firmly latched onto my wrist.

“Having eaten, it’s time for a bit of ‘Chika Chika’, wouldn’t you say?”
“?”

A playful twitch danced at the corners of Marronnier’s mouth. She was coaxing me into extending our playtime, despite being at least 40 centimeters shorter than the disheveled giant that I am. Blanche, her gaze whirling, had a firm hold on my waist.

“Hmm… Blanche?”
“Hurry up. Let’s go!”
“I think we can cease.”

At my words, Marronnier’s brow furrowed.

“Tsk. What will you do if you develop cavities?”

I was immediately scolded.

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“Delicious, Professor.”

A single exclamation sent ripples through Marronnier’s heart. The sight of her large, dependable boyfriend acting childlike was, in its own way, endearing.

‘… How cute.’

Upon our first meeting, Lee Si-heon had a rather intimidating expression. He was in pain, under heavy stress, managing his powers, all while the world around us grew increasingly chaotic. Marronnier was aware that he had wrestled with the devil of trials. While it worried her internally, it was Lee Si-heon after all. His strength was something she genuinely admired.

As time passed, the sternness in Lee Si-heon’s visage gradually softened, akin to witnessing his tender demeanor from three years ago.

‘What to do!’

With his heart thoroughly ensnared, Lee Si-heon appeared even more adorable than the young Sephirot. At least, that’s how it seemed in Marronnier’s eyes.

“Blanche? I can do this too. Brushing teeth and all…”
“Ah~ Let’s!”
“Maybe we should stop-“
“Ah ah!”
“… Ah ah.”

Si-heon, who had yet to grasp the situation, obediently opened his mouth to accept the toothbrush.

Indeed, Sephirot holds the knowledge to brush her own teeth, yet what of it? A French maiden smitten by love is bound to pay no heed to caution.
Marronnier, by now, is thoroughly engrossed in the narrative.

She devotes careful attention to each tooth, with a brush as white as fresh snow.
Guiding Lee Si-heon, who unexpectedly ended up receiving dental care, Marronnier escorts him to the bed.
The more his countenance, brimming with candid joy, is beheld, the lovelier it appears, compelling a desire to embrace him ardently.

Resting his head on her tender thighs, she gently caresses him.
When Si-heon’s bristly hair, ensnared by the tights, grazes the inner side of her thigh, Marronnier releases a silent scream of delight.

“Ah, is it time for a siesta now?”

The sight of a towering man finding solace in the arms of a diminutive woman,
Had they not been alone, might have been cause for considerable self-consciousness.

Lee Si-heon, having accepted all with a declaration of unsurprise, didn’t show any displeasure. Marronnier’s heart fluttered with anticipation.

“It’s time for slumber.”

Marronnier strokes Lee Si-heon’s cool cheek. A game of deep engagement.
Si-heon, with a hollow chuckle, shuts his eyes, yet sleep eludes him even though he feigns its pursuit.

“Heh.”

Marronnier, unable to suppress her giggles.
She savors the feel of his face while he pretends to sleep. Si-heon, with his eyes just barely open, observes her in silent amusement.

‘How long has it been?’

Since Eden is forbidden to those without Sephirot’s permission, Marronnier seldom meets other people.
Though she occasionally ventures into the world, she spends the majority of her time within these confines.
Thus, she often reminisces about the past. Primarily, her first encounter with Lee Si-heon preceding the selection of the forest keeper, and the tumultuous journey of their love coming to fruition.

This time… the stimulation is somewhat significant, which might keep her heart ablaze for a considerable duration.
Marronnier, who initially showed disdain, was now becoming petulant, a sight that, from a man’s perspective, was endearingly amusing.

‘Is he sleeping?’

Marronnier gazes at Lee Si-heon’s face. She takes in the sight of his eyelashes and listens to the rhythm of his breath. Then, his rosy cheeks, revealed against the backdrop of healthy skin, catch her eye.
Marronnier lowers her head very gently. Is it not commonplace to show affection to a child?

Gradually lowering her head, she brushes her lips against his cheek.

“Sleep well. You’re a good boy.”

The act continues.
Perhaps deeming it time to awaken, Lee Si-heon’s eyes slowly open.

“Marronnier.”
“Hmm…?”

As she blinks in surprise, he pulls her towards him.

“Ah!”

His rough lips seize Marronnier’s, pressing against them fervently.
Startled, Blanche’s eyes widen. The overpowering force leaves her with no room for defiance. The immersion shatters in a situation that could never have occurred while dealing with a child.

“Ah, umm…”

An intruding tongue, the brush against her jawline, their cheeks, and even the exchange of their heated breaths.

The potent scent of mint, tinged with a heated undertone, lingered as Marronnier accepted the man’s viscous saliva, swallowing it down with an audible gulp.

It took less than a minute for Marronnier, a kindergarten teacher, to transition into a more assertive stance.

Si-heon’s hand forcefully pressed against Marronnier’s form, pushing her onto the bed. Her apron was hastily stripped off, a hand venturing into her slightly damp tights. Her pliant thighs undulated in response to his touch.

His exploration was deliberate, his hands and mouth meticulously tracing every inch of her body. Marronnier, her eyes squeezed shut, let out a faint cry as she tried to push away his face, probing at her mouth.

“Stop…”

The kiss deepened, becoming even more intense.

Was the size of a man’s tongue inherently different? In contrast to Marronnier’s own soft, yielding tongue, his was coarser, more abrasive. The size was substantial enough that her small mouth was filled to capacity when his tongue entered.

Her petite mouth, barely able to accommodate even a fifth of a rice cake, felt overwhelmed by his tongue – even his fingers felt imposing.

“Churp, Paha….”
“Marronnier.”
“Mon Chéri… I said stop…! Stop! Ahh…”

In the face of affectionate gestures that were both long overdue and fervent, Marronnier was at a loss, her hands instinctively pushing against his chest.

However, it wasn’t long before she yielded to his rough demeanor, becoming compliant. The size of his erection, barely grazing her lower abdomen, reminded Marronnier of a night from the distant past, spent in a dungeon.

– Huh, huh.

His breaths were harsh and primal. Sweat trailed down, pooling at his collarbone, glinting in the light. Her disheveled clothes lay discarded, revealing her exposed shoulders and nape.

Her flushed face was hidden behind her own hands. Si-heon, who had been intently watching Marronnier, voiced his appreciation in an admiring tone.

“Marronnier.”
“Huh… Huh… ? Mon Chéri, what is it?”
“Really, why are you so adorable?”
“Eek.”

Even the simplest declarations of love left her utterly drenched in affection.

“Mon Chéri, you’re… incredibly endearing too.”

A single sentence that eased the tension. Marronnier’s face, flushed with embarrassment at her own words, radiated warmth. It was then that Lee Si-heon’s hand began to defile the inside of Marronnier’s skirt.

The moment his fingers traced the tender flesh nestled between her thighs, Marronnier let out a startled yelp of surprise, her cry endearingly sweet.

“Haa…”

Her breath hitched, a soft sigh escaping her lips. His hand sought her trembling breasts, lifting her shirt to reveal the rosy peaks perched atop her full mounds.

Marronnier’s body responded eagerly, her nipples stiffening at the gentle roll of his fingers.

– Click-click.

When he flicked his index finger up and down, her petite nipples jingled shyly, akin to tiny bells. The pale pink of her areolas was reminiscent of the color of her bashful cheeks.

“Ah… Heh…!”

When it came to their intimate moments, Marronnier always seemed to be at a loss. She was perpetually on the receiving end, unable to do anything that might stoke the man’s sexual desire.

Although a part of him was worried, the truth was that Marronnier didn’t need to resort to such actions.

“Heh… Ah! Heh!”

Simply by clinging to a man and whimpering, she possessed a voice both pure and adorable, one that could arouse all of one’s sexual desires.

“…Mon Chéri…”

From her breasts, down to her abdomen, and thighs, she had a touch that one could never tire of, no matter how long they lingered.

As Marronnier, with her eyes obscured, started to act coy, Lee Si-heon gently spread her thighs. Underwear, transparent, revealed a timidly swollen clitoris. Naturally, it was damp, to the point of embarrassment.

-Zip.

He unzipped, and raised her skirt. As she spread her thighs wide, without any resistance, her most intimate place was revealed.

His face neared Marronnier’s soaked pussy. Even though a startled Marronnier grabbed Lee Si-heon’s head, he didn’t stop.

“…Ah, Hmm… Don’t lick… Mon Chéri. That place…”

As he removed her underwear, a steamy aroma wafted from her crotch. He licked her pussy, as smooth as a peeled hard-boiled egg, causing Marronnier to let out a startled and ecstatic scream.

“It’s a dirty place…”

As she received his tongue, droplets splashed out.

“Hmm! Hmm!”

Her soft thighs clamped around his face. Marronnier’s petite sole struck Lee Si-heon’s shoulder.

Her scent was rich with fruit. Sweet and full of moisture.

The thighs coiling around his head offered a sensation akin to paradise.