Learning from Aisha: How to Embrace a Woman — Foreplay Part 2
The girl called Miko—Aisha.
It had the character for “god” in it, after all. She must be a sacred existence.
I couldn’t stop my anticipation about what that woman’s secret part would be like.
Aisha slightly lifted her hips and took off her shorts.
At this rate, I could have taken them off for her, but she probably couldn’t wait either.
“Haa, haa, because my nipples were teased, I can’t hold back anymore...”
“You’re a real lewd woman.”
“It’s your fault. Your skillful teasing made me feel that way.”
Aisha, who had the upper hand just moments ago, was now being driven more and more by instinct.
When she took off her shorts, a clear string stretched from her slit.
That’s how wet she had become.
“You get wet easily, huh.”
“I didn’t realize it myself, but... thanks to you, it seems I’ve become the type who gets wet easily.”
“Do you masturbate?”
When I asked, Aisha blushed deeply, looking embarrassed.
That occasional girlish side of her was something that really turned me on.
“M-masturbate...? W-well, yeah. Just a little.”
“The way you said that—it’s the same kind of reaction as a virgin bitch pretending she’s experienced even though she hasn’t been with a guy.”
“B-Bitch...?”
“Whatever. Don’t worry about it.”
She probably didn’t quite get what I meant by “bitch.”
It’s a word from my world, after all.
“In short, I’m saying you masturbate way more than ‘just a little.’”
“...!”
Aisha’s cheeks turned even redder.
“I-I’m a woman too! Of course I’d do it that much!”
“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. In fact, I prefer women like that.”
We’re human—not having sexual desire would be strange.
It’s fun to expose the true nature of women who try to hide that, but seeing honest reactions like this is good too.
“Do you touch yourself every day?”
“Y-yeah. There are times when I just can’t hold it in... W-what are you making me say!?”
“Be honest. I’ll accept you no matter how lewd a person you are.”
“D-Don’t go assuming I’m lewd!”
Heh, what an amusing one.
“Well then, next time, let me see you masturbating.”
“If you're just going to watch, shouldn't you have something better to do!”
“Watching is what's fun.”
There's no fun in just easily putting it in or touching.
“H-Hey. Touch me already… soon…”
Looking at her sticky vagina, it seems Aisha is also having a hard time holding back. Just talking with me was making her love juices steadily drip out.
“What a helpless girl.”
I reached my hand down between her thighs and stroked along the vertical slit just like that.
There wasn’t a single pubic hair—smooth and beautiful, it was a perfect paipan. This clean look didn’t seem like it was from shaving or treatment; maybe she just naturally never had any hair there. A natural paipan.
(Tl/N:- Paipan means Shaved pubic area)
“Hah… nnh.”
“Are you feeling it?”
“How could I not feel it when you’re touching me?”
“Then I’ll give you even more.”
I ran my finger along the slit and rubbed firmly against her stiff, erect clitoris.
“Aah—you went straight for such a sensitive spot!?”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Hah… hah… No… I’m going crazy. Even though I’m called a Miko…”
“Do you always touch yourself here?”
“T-that’s not… true…”
“You shouldn’t lie.”
I tried pinching her clitoris.
“Aaahh!?”
Aisha jerked with a start, arching her back and tightly pressing her legs together.
“A girl who instinctively closes her legs like this is someone who touches herself regularly. It’s a reaction that happens because her body’s gotten used to pleasure.”
“Ku… aahn… Ryu, you see right through everything…”
So you finally confessed. Hmph… Aisha, you’ve been doing clitoris masturbation, haven’t you?
“I really can’t win against you, Ryu.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because you saw right through the fact that I masturbate… and you were able to target my sensitive spots instantly.”
Heh… Aisha’s usually so cool, but she really is still a woman, in that case, let’s see a bit more of that side of her.
I kept stimulating her clitoris, which had grown just as hard as her nipples.
Carefully peeling back the hood, I flicked it over and over with the pad of my finger.
“Hauhn! D-don’t peel it back like that!”
“Don’t care. I’ll just do whatever I want.”
I moved my fingers quickly up and down, rhythmically flicking her clitoris.
In response, Aisha arched her hips off the ground, trembling with intense pleasure.
“It’s good! So good! You’re amazing!”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“Come on, put your finger inside… down there…”
“Already?”
“Anh, I can’t hold back anymore! Are you really going to make me say something like that?”
The strong-willed Aisha looked at me with a frustrated, pleading gaze.
Seeing that expression made it hard for me to hold back, too.
“I’m going to put my finger in.”
“Yeah.”
I slipped my fingertips into Aisha’s honey pot.
It was already overflowing—she was soaked and dripping wet down there.
“You’re really wet.”
“It’s your fault. Everything you do is just too good.”
“Hearing you praise me makes me happy.”
I haven’t used any charm magic on Aisha. In other words, I was able to get this far without it. That in itself could become a powerful weapon.
“I’m going to start moving. Tell me if it hurts.”
“Yaahn!”
When I moved my fingers inside her, Aisha trembled with little jolts.
She twisted her hips, writhing lewdly in pleasure.
“Hah… kuh… haaaah! M-my voice… it’s coming out…!”
“Let me hear more of your voice.”
“Yaahn… i-it’s embarrassing…”
“Don’t act shy now—you’re such a damn pervert.”
With a “kuchiyu kuchiyu” sound echoing, I stirred inside her honey pot. I inserted deeper, repeatedly prodding lightly and even giving it a vibrating motion.
“Ahn, kuh! Aaah! Y-you’re so good…! How are you this amazing with your fingers?”
“Really?”
I'm just using a technique I once looked up online.
I curved my fingers slightly and moved them in a scooping motion toward the entrance. Apparently, doing it this way lets you hit the G-spot.
“Ah, hii! Kufuahhhnts! Wh-What is this place?”
“A place you don’t know?”
“I-I don’t know it! I didn’t know there was such a good-feeling place inside my pussy!”
“Then I’ll teach you. It’s called the G-spot.”
“G-G spot?”
“Yeah, it’s a place where the nerves are densely gathered. When you stimulate it, most women...”
“Yaaahh! Stop! Don’t stir it up like thaaaat!”
“...end up cumming easily.”
Aisha thrust her chin up toward the ceiling, drooling as she felt it.
“Ahhhhh! I'm gonna go crazy... I feel like I'm going craaazy!”
“You're gonna cum just from fingers?”
“Anh! Noo! I was the one who was supposed to be teaching...!”
“No, I’ve learned plenty.”
Aisha taught me not only how to hold someone but also the precautions for the charm magic.
Gaining such knowledge would be greatly meaningful moving forward.
And I also realized that Aisha was just an ordinary woman.
“I'm cumming! Stop, I’m gonna cum!”
“I won’t stop.”
“Nooo! Yaaahhh!”
Aisha, you have given me a wonderful power. So—
“With feelings of gratitude, I’ll make you cum... with my fingers!”
“Y-yaaahhh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming, so don’t do it so intensely, so intensely, nhooo! Stop it!”
“Cum!”
“I’m cuuuumming! I’m being made to cum just from fingers! Nhaaahhhhhh!”
Aisha’s pussy flooded with a large amount of love juice.
At the same time, spasms began inside her vagina. It was time for her to reach climax.
“Aisha, show me how you cum.”
“Nn, fuaaaaaaah! I-I’m cuuuummmmiiingggggggg!!”
Twitch, twitch-twitch, twitch!
Just as she twitched in small spasms, Aisha climaxed, spraying a massive amount of female ejaculation.
Her insides twitched and quivered, and she stuck her tongue out of her mouth in a dazed daze.
“Ah, hii…! Y-You’re amazing, Ryu…”
“I want to get along well with you.”
“Haa haa… That felt good. But you know this isn’t over here, right?”
Aisha slowly spread her slit open with her fingers.
“Now, Ryu. Inside me... please put your manly thing in.”
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