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Reincarnation Fetish V1 Ch 6

06 Under the black hair... 

"Smooch, smooch, smooch..."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm..."

I pushed Lucia... Lu-chan down onto the bed and kissed her sweet lips.

The sensation of her long, silky black hair brushing against my skin as we kissed filled me with an intoxicating pleasure.

Lu-chan cupped my cheeks with both hands, moaning softly in delight. Her touch was cool and soothing.

"Nn, nnnh, nn... slurp, slurp, slurp..."

Lu-chan's tongue slipped into my mouth, intertwining with mine.

"Mmm... lick, lick, lick... slurp, slurp, slurp... haah... Lu-chan..."

I held Lu-chan's body and sat her down on the bed. The way she sat with her legs tucked beneath her, like a proper lady, reminded me of when she was little and looked so adorable.

Her eyes, marked with a faint, alluring pattern, stared intently at me. Her cherry-colored lips were glistening with saliva.

"Ma-kun... take it off..."

Lu-chan brushed her black hair back, letting it cascade down her front. The sight of her glossy hair flowing over her sensual body made my breath quicken.

"Oh..."

I moved behind Lu-chan and let out a sigh of admiration.

There, revealed beneath her black hair, was the nape of her neck. I must confess, I have a thing for hair, but I also have a deep love for a girl's nape.

"Ahhh?!"

I unconsciously, instinctively, and obediently let my fingers glide over the glossy white nape. Lu-chan shivered and let out a sweet voice.

"Not there, I told you to untie the string."

Lu-chan turned slightly and looked at me resentfully. Even that gaze excited me.

"String?"

So focused on her nape, I hadn’t noticed—but Lu-chan’s bodysuit-like outfit was tied at the back with a red string.

There are no such things as zippers in this world. But more than that, the white skin peeking through the evenly spaced gaps in the laces was beautiful.

Lu-chan… could it be that you’re not wearing anything underneath?

With trembling hands, I began untying the string, slowly, one by one from the top… It felt as if I were doing something terribly wrong… The sense of guilt was intoxicating…

“Mm… mm…”

Was she holding back her embarrassment? The occasional small sounds she let slip were endearing.

Once all the strings were undone, Lu-chan started taking off her bodysuit. She slipped her arms out of the suit, which was a single-piece outfit.

It seemed she truly wasn’t wearing anything underneath, as her upper body became completely bare. Her white back spread out before my eyes… and then, she suddenly stopped moving.

“Lu-chan?”

"……"

No matter how much I called out to her, she wouldn't respond. She hugged herself, trembling slightly.

The sight of the renowned swordswoman of the royal capital in such a fragile state sent shivers down my spine. This was a side of her only I could see, only I knew.

"Ah..."

I took off my shirt and embraced Lu-chan from behind. Her skin was smooth and fine-textured.

I'm not particularly into scents, but the sweet, intoxicating fragrance coming from Lu-chan's neck made it impossible to hide my excitement.

Lu-chan truly is my ideal girl.

"Lu-chan, you're so cute. Mwah..."

I kissed her exposed neck, the faintly growing hair there exciting me even more.

The rough texture that met the tip of my tongue was irresistible. I couldn't help but lick it over and over.

"Nn, ah, nn... uu... this is embarrassing... stop..."

Perhaps I had gone too far, as Lu-chan twisted her body away.

As she tried to pull away, I quickly pressed a "handkerchief" against her mouth.

"Nnn?! Nn... nn... suu... haa..."

Lu-chan's body went limp, collapsing weakly into my arms.

"Look at me."

I turned her body, which had no strength left, toward me, making her face my direction. She was sniffing my scent, her expression becoming utterly disheveled.

Her beautiful naked body was illuMinated by the lamp. Her straight black hair cascaded over her ample chest, hiding her nipples.

"You're so beautiful..."

I muttered almost unconsciously. She truly was as beautiful as a sculpture.

Lu-chan smiled happily, her lovely face flushed red under the faint light.

As I brushed her black hair behind her back, the beautiful cherry-colored areolas came into view.

"Nnn..."

Lu-chan made a shy, scrunched-up face, and even that expression was endearing to me.

When I gently placed my hand on her beautifully shaped chest, she lowered her arms limply, as if giving up. Her submissive demeanor burned away the last of my rationality.

I cupped her large breast in my palm. It was the first time I had touched a girl's breast, and it was soft and warm.

Lu-chan's swaying chest was smooth, and it seemed to cling to my hand.

"Ah?! Ah, ah, no..."

I couldn't help but squeeze it—maybe a little too hard.

"Ah, sorry, did it hurt?"

As I instinctively tried to pull my hand away, Lu-chan grabbed it.

"Don't stop... it was just my first time, so I was surprised... touch me more."

Her eyes, now glistening with heart-shaped allure, pleaded with me. There was no way a beauty like Lu-chan had never been approached by a man before... Could it be that she was saving herself for me?

I would never say it out loud, but just the thought of it made my affection for her overflow.

Being careful with my strength, I touched her chest again.

"Nn... ah... ah... aahn"

Every time I squeezed her breast, Lu-chan would let out a little moan and react. It was getting more and more enjoyable.

The shivers wouldn't stop; I wanted to hear more of her voice.

I traced my fingers around her beautiful areola, deliberately avoiding her nipple, teasing her with the faintest touch, barely grazing her breast.

"Ah, ah, ah... ah, ah!"

Gradually, her moans grew louder. Perhaps her body and mind were beginning to relax.

Summoning my courage, I cupped her breast in my palm and brought my face closer.

Our eyes met, but I saw no sign of rejection. If anything, she seemed to be expecting it.

I ran my tongue around the edge of her areola. It tasted slightly salty, perhaps from sweat.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah... ah"

Lu-chan let out sweet moans as she tilted her head to the left, her black hair cascading like a clear waterfall.

I let my tongue wander over both of her breasts, her areolas growing wet with my saliva.

I began to rub the saliva onto her, this time using my fingertips to gently stroke around the areola.

"Nn! Ah, nn, nn..."

Perhaps because she had become more sensitive, even the slightest touch made her let out sounds of pleasure.

I continue to stimulate around the nipple with my fingertips in circular motions.

"Ah, mm, ah, ah, ahn, ah..."

The moans escaping from her slightly parted lips please my ears, it was so enjoyable I could keep touching forever.

I gently touched the nipple that had swollen up.

"Mmm!"

Her sensual body trembled, it seems her sensitivity has increased enough.

I gently caress the side of the erect nipple as if placing my finger alongside it, it's a strange sensation of both softness and hardness.

For me, who had been a virgin for 36 years, the stimulation was a bit intense.

"Ah, ahn... mmm"

It seems to be quite intense for Lu-chan too, she's trying to arch her back but can't escape the pleasure, she's twitching and convulsing.

I decided to touch the tip of the nipple, here I really need to touch gently.

Poke...

"Aahn?!"

Lu-chan's body shook greatly, her head jerked back forcefully, showing me her beautiful white neck.

"Ah, ah... ah..."

The reaction was so intense it made me a bit worried, but I myself was already at my limit of endurance.

"Mmmm..."

"Ahn..."

I took her left nipple in my mouth, a sweet taste spread in my mouth.

"Slurp..."

I ended up sucking it with an audible sound...


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