The Damn Family Is Back Again

403. Proposition (2)

The threads of reason had long since snapped.

Harnier’s dazzling, flower-like beauty was already enough to bewitch, but to make matters worse, she wore clothing that brazenly displayed those wicked weapons, or pressed herself close enough to overwhelm with the simultaneous sensations of touch and intoxicating scent. There was no chance to hold on.

Still, Karsein wanted to preserve a last vestige of control.

At least, he mustn’t hurt her.

It couldn’t be rape. It couldn’t be a violation.

It was his first time, and Harnier’s as well.

He didn’t want the first experience he bestowed upon his precious girlfriend to be one of pain.

So he clung to that final thread of reason.

To keep from lunging like a beast.

And yet.

Hearing those words, that final thread began to fray.

-Riiip!

As he tore off the dress, the black lace brassiere beneath ripped away with it.

The two bare breasts, hidden beneath, were revealed in all their naked glory.

“Haa…”

A rough hand seized the alabaster mounds.

What was this texture?

It was skin, but why so soft, so yielding?

The breasts, too large to be encompassed by one hand, bulged between his fingers. Almost as if they would engulf them in flesh.

The thirst deepened.

The beast’s mouth turned, this time, towards the exquisitely raised tips of those peaks.

He stuck out his tongue, and began to lap at those pink buds.

“Aheuung…”

A soft moan escaped her lips as the warm tongue made contact.

Karsein paused momentarily at that sound, but Harnier pulled his head closer with both arms.

“Karsein. A bit… more.”

It’s not enough.

The inside of my chest is still filled with heat.

Heat that makes me feel like I’m going mad with itching.

I can’t be satisfied with this.

“Harder… do it harder.”

I craved a deeper stimulation.

Wanted to be bitten, sucked.

At that desperate plea, another string snapped somewhere inside me.

“Ah, aah…! Ah-hmph…!”

-Smooch. Smooch.

The protuberance that had only been licked with his tongue was now inside my mouth.

Forcibly pushed between my lips, ravaged, the tip of his tongue playing with it inside, teasing, tormenting.

My moist nipple gradually hardened.

As if savoring it, he sucked, making it stand erect, more sensitive each day it was toyed with.

My hips bucked, twitching.

Legs opening and closing, repeatedly.

To the tips of my toes, quivering.

The reaction spreading throughout my whole body made me want to curl up. As if electricity were flowing through me.

Amid such intense reactions,

Karsein lifted his head.

Harnie asked him with a dewy smile.

“Do you… like my breasts?”

And those words were endlessly alluring.

Even the eyes that gazed back were imbued with a subtle sensuality.

The voice… needless to say.

“…Haa.”

Hearing that, Karsein let out a soft sigh.

“Why…? You don’t… like them?”

I asked with concern, but such concern was unnecessary.

“This is your fault.”

“Hng…!”

Karsein grasped Harnie’s breasts even more violently than before.

“Ah, w-wait… Hng!”

As if the intensity increased slightly with each moan, Karsein squeezed my breasts harder, sucking at them.

Now, even nipping slightly with the edge of his teeth.

Only for a brief moment, but that short sensation made my body tingle.

Spreading like an electric current, it wasn’t a painful ache, but pleasure.

“Ah, d-don’t… if you keep nipping like thaat…!”

From my breasts, sucked as if delicious, bitten as if savoring the most delicate flesh, something seemed to be released, and it flowed down.

Saturated with moisture.

Enveloped in a flurry of titillating sensations.

It descended toward her lower abdomen.

“Aah… Karsein…!”

With a high-pitched moan, Harnier’s vision exploded in a flash of white.

Her lower body writhing like a freshly caught fish.

Her upper body trembled, clutching Karsein tightly.

And just like that, Harnier reached her climax.

*

Drenched and breathless, the heat and moisture that had possessed Harnier began to dissipate, leaving her adrift in the afterglow.

Within that afterglow,

Harnier, ironically, found satisfaction.

‘Karsein… he truly favors my breasts.’

Their size had always been a source of endless inconveniences.

In her daily life, they constantly got in the way, she would unknowingly bump into things, and on hot days, they would be perpetually damp with sweat.

When she tried to select decent clothes, she always had to upsize.

When she tried to test self-made clothes, sometimes they will tear apart.

Even the armor worn by the other knights was no exception. In many ways, they were a stressor.

And it wasn’t merely a physical matter, either.

If anything, they only attracted men, caused misunderstandings.

They stirred up all sorts of gossip in society, making her resent them all the more.

But Karsein cherished them.

He didn’t hesitate to touch, lick, suckle, and nibble.

And the look on her man’s face at those moments… sent another tremor through Harnier’s lower abdomen.

She was still thirsty.

That thirst remained unquenched.

She desired more.

Something deeper.

Harnier yearned.

“Karsein…”

“Ah, truly.”

Such a captivating face.

Just the expression she wore as she came was enough to sever another thread of his suppressed reason.

That signal was something no man could possibly resist.

His hand, which had been caressing her swollen, engorged breasts, moved downward.

Just then, a trickle of liquid.

Only then did Harnier realize.

‘Oh, what to do. My panties…’

Were soaked.

Completely and utterly drenched.

“Wait, just a moment. Karsein.”

I hastily caught his hand as he reached for my underwear.

“I, I’ll take them off… myself.”

I didn’t want him to see them wet.

For some reason, that felt… embarrassing.

But that ambiguous act severed yet another thread.

“No.”

“E-excuse me…?”

“If I see such a suggestive face, I won’t be able to allow it.”

“W-wait a se-cond…!”

I tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Karsein had already arrived between my legs.

My panties, clinging with dampness.

With this, the truth Harnie wanted to hide was laid bare.

The black lace was already saturated, pushed to its limit.

“So, that’s why you said you’d take them off?”

A nod.

“I’m… embarrassed. Showing you something like this…”

Harnie blushed, shyly.

Even so, showing something like this was, naturally, embarrassing.

“Ugh…! You saw it all! L-let me go now. I’m embarrassed…!”

“…You smell good.”

“Pardon…?”

“It’s you. From here. Such a wonderful scent.”

“What does that…”

– *Shwiiish.*

Already a suggestive design, the underwear slid down, even more provocative now, damp with moisture.

A viscous, silvery thread stretched from my mound.

The intimate crevice, hidden between my thighs, was brazenly revealed.

Plump flesh visible beneath the bare mound.

A crevice like moist, tightly pressed lips.

A flower of such beauty existed here.

“…How can you be this beautiful, even here?”

“What… are you saying…”

My already flushed face grew even redder.

Before I knew it, Karsein buried his face between my legs.

“W-wait, Karseih-umph…?!”

I tried to stop him, thinking ‘no way’, but it was already too late.

His tongue slipped into that narrow opening.

“Hah, ahh! T-tongue, the tongue…!”

Confined.

A pristine opening, untouched by anything before.

Yet, strangely alluring.

Moist with a slick dew, it exuded a scent altogether carnal.

“M-my scent. It’s because I haven’t washed… Ungh! St-Stop it…”

The viscous fluid that met his tongue was peculiar, indeed.

A taste both tart and sweet.

And… deeply addictive.

“Ah…! Ah…!”

*Chuup. Tss.*

He drank the sugary liquid as if drawing it out.

He swallowed this wanton water, relentlessly, into his mouth.

Truly, it was holy water, meant to quench a thirst.

*Fshooot!*

A second climax.

This time, a fountain of liquid erupted.

“Haa. Delicious. This, too.”

Having quenched his thirst to his heart’s content, Karsein wiped his mouth.

And yet, why was it?

Even having sated his thirst, his face wasn’t one of relief.

“Haa… Hnn… I don’t know anymore…”

Harnier, likewise.

Once more, her body, launched into the orbit of climax, became a raging inferno.

Even when the thirst had been slaked, the fluid still dripped, craving something else deep within, entering another kind of thirst.

The two faced each other.

The moment their eyes met, they kissed once more.

“I… I’m okay now, Karsein.”

“…”

They both knew what the other desired.

Harnier, facing Karsein, who had already removed his clothes, spoke with arms outstretched.

“You are the first person I have ever come to love.”

“…What?”

“Just looking at you makes my heart race, hearing your voice started making me tremble a while ago, and at some point, I had my heart stolen and I just ended up making a mistake. It’s because… it keeps beating here.”

*Thump. Thump.*

The sound of her heart echoed from behind her chest.

Beating with a slightly faster rhythm than usual, her heart was working diligently.

“We said we were lovers, but if we don’t do this, nothing will change, right? So… I wanted to become closer to you.”

“…”

So, that was why she was being so forward.

This was almost a confession.

“I want to be the most special person to you. I want to be someone who treasures you above all others. And… I want to be your woman.”

The hand that had rested on her chest rose to cup his face.

She kissed him lightly, then continued with a radiant smile.

“I like you so much. No, I love you. So… take me. As you desire.”

Her heart, which had begun with a confession, reached its end and desired one thing.

For their bodies to become one.

For him to enter her.

To quench her final thirst.

She pleaded with earnestness.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“Yes.”

Karsein gently stroked Harnie’s cheek, then slowly, carefully, inserted himself.

-Tsskuk!

“Aahk!”

No matter how slow, forcing open that narrow passage was bound to hurt.

And perhaps he hadn’t controlled his strength well enough.

With a soft tearing sound, a streak of crimson flowed.

Yet, a heat surged in his lower body.

The pleasure flooding from his member, now nestled within that tight space, was incredibly intense.

Combined with Harnie’s moans in his ear, he was consumed with the urge to thrust.

The thread of reason frayed.

The thread of reason tethering him to the girlfriend he had left as a last resort hung by a hair.

This was an adversary of immense power.

Submerged in instinct, something other than emotion, reason retreated.

Because of that, he felt he would become a beast if he faltered even for a moment.

“Haa… Karsein…”

-Thwack!

He desperately clung to the last remaining thread of his reason.

But then, dangerously, Harnie pressed herself tightly against him.

“We’re one now, aren’t we…?”

“…”

“You can do anything you want. I’m… yours now.”

She severed that thread completely.

Smiling with such a beautiful face.

And in the end, a beast awakened.

*

-Chik!

“Aahn…!”

There was no hesitation in his thrusting hips.

-Tssuk. Tssuk!

The resolve to not hurt her, not even a little, crumbled.

The determination to cherish his beloved girlfriend above all else collapsed.

His senses went numb.

Because of her.

Burning. His whole body was burning like a furnace.

And the hottest part of him was right there, cradling his loins.

There, where his pubic bone met hers.

“Agh… hng… Hng, haa-ahng…!”

Her moans had become far more provocative than before.

Her weeping timbre was an almost obscene sound.

– *Slosh. Slosh.*

Those maddeningly swaying breasts were impossibly soft.

So tender and springy, they drove him beyond reason.

– *Tsuub. Tsup.*

“Aiss. That, my breasts…!”

Delicious. Harnié’s body was delicious.

Not just from being sucked and kissed, but her very flesh itself was so delicious.

“Wai, wait… I feel strange. I, I’m getting… Kya-haa-ahng♥!”

…And.

The more he thrust, the stranger his body felt.

Something gathering, converging within him.

This odd urge to just… explode.

His mind, overwhelmed, released it all without restraint.

– *Glug. Glug.*

“Aiss… In, inside… Haahh.”

After the blissful release, his senses slowly returned.

‘Haa…’

…He had gone too far.

Too intense, too rough.

He had been so reckless, consumed only by her body, that he even felt a pang of worry.

But.

“Silly.”

– *Chup.*

Harnié lightly kissed his lips first.

“It didn’t hurt at all. You were so gentle.”

So lovely.

She was smiling.