As he spoke, Enoch slowly leaned in, gradually letting his weight settle over the woman beneath him. The sensation of their navels touching was so embarrassing Sarah could hardly put it into words.
Even with the thin layer of fabric between them like a flimsy barrier, she could clearly feel Enoch’s hard, twitching presence.
“Uh, uh—uhhh…”
By this point, Sarah’s reason had completely ceased functioning, failing even to arrive at the obvious conclusion that she should push him away.
So when she finally came to her senses, Enoch was already between her legs, pressing his heavy lower body firmly against hers.
“W-when did…?”
When did we even end up like this?
Sarah had not even noticed her legs spreading. All she could do was stare in astonishment.
“Don’t rush me.”
Their conversation had gone badly off course from the very beginning, and by now it showed absolutely no intention of returning to anything resembling normal. Interpreting her unfinished sentence as impatience over when he was finally going to put it in, Enoch told her to calm down and gripped her hips.
Her small body fit perfectly into his hands, almost as though it had been made for them. Apparently pleased by the sensation, Enoch kneaded the soft flesh yielding beneath his fingertips.
“You need to be wet before I put it in.”
His voice was unbearably sweet as he casually spoke of penetration.
So sweet Sarah thought her ears might rot.
After uttering that obscene remark, he used his free hand to lift the hem of Sarah’s skirt, already flipped up so far it had ceased serving any purpose as clothing. At the same time, he slowly rubbed himself against her below.
“…!”
Sarah could unmistakably feel something hot between her legs. Beyond the thin fabric, his fully aroused cock twitched as though it might burst straight through at any moment.
Enoch caught Sarah’s slender waist in both hands. When he spread his hands wide, his thumbs nearly met across her body.
“You really are tiny.”
Muttering to himself with evident pleasure, Enoch thrust his hips upward as though he were already inside her.
“Ahhn…!”
That single movement tore a sensual moan from Sarah’s lips.
It had escaped without intention, born from pure instinct.
“…!”
Startled, Sarah hurriedly clapped both hands over her mouth. She could hardly believe such an embarrassing sound had come from her. Her brow furrowed in dismay as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Did he hear that…?
Of course he did! I was so loud!
Even to her own ears, the moan had been mortifyingly breathy and sweet. Sarah’s ears rapidly turned red.
This is humiliating…!
Clenching her teeth, Sarah braced herself for whatever nonsense Enoch was bound to say next.
“…?”
But no matter how long she waited, Enoch gave no particular reaction.
Surely by now he should have seized on that disgraceful moan as an excuse to throw a few vulgar jokes at her.
“…”
Why is he so quiet?
Puzzled by the uncharacteristic silence, Sarah cautiously glanced up at Enoch.
The instant she did—
“Mmph!”
The moment she turned her head, he devoured her lips.
“…!”
Sarah’s eyes flew wide.
Enoch bore down on her as though pouncing, completely pinning her beneath him. Once he had settled properly into position, he began thrusting his hips upward with even more weight than before.
Sometimes hard, sometimes maddeningly slow, he rolled his hips against her. The hand beneath Sarah’s clothes closed around her breast and kneaded it gently.
Every time he clenched and relaxed his fist, soft flesh bulged between his fingers, and he seemed so pleased by the sight and sensation that satisfied breaths kept spilling from him.
Unlike the leisurely movements of his body, the tongue invading her mouth was desperately impatient. Like a predator intent on plundering every last one of her moans, he did not hesitate to bare his teeth between kisses.
Slow, gentle, forceful, dizzying sensations awakened Sarah’s dormant pleasure all at once.
With unfamiliar sensations pouring over her before she had any chance to collect herself, Sarah was helplessly swept away.
What is this…? What the hell is this…?!
The sensation of sexual pleasure awakening in a body that had never had any use for it was nothing short of astonishing.
Every place Enoch had touched even once burned as though an undying flame had taken hold there.
Inexperienced though she was, Sarah certainly knew how such things between men and women worked. Yet in none of the stories she had heard secondhand had anyone ever said sex could feel this hot.
Most astonishing of all was that she did not feel disgusted despite the fact that her partner was Enoch Soser.
Saying that might make her sound like some shameless creature consumed by lust, but on this point, at least, she could speak with confidence.
Anyone placed in her position right now would learn exactly what it meant for something to be irresistible.
The enemy who killed her? The legendary hero? That insufferable bastard?
On the bed, he was so… provocative that every epithet Sarah had ever attached to Enoch Soser simply vanished from her mind.
So provocative that the word sexy practically came to her on its own.
So this is what people mean when they say someone is bewitching you, isn’t it?
Sarah had never dreamed she could feel this kind of attraction toward another person’s body.
Meanwhile, his lustful hands swept silently over Sarah’s entire body, like snakes slipping through undergrowth, yet moved with a smoothness that seemed almost fluid. The heat of his body was incomparably hotter than it had been at first. He tormented her relentlessly, as though determined to make her burn at the same temperature as him.
The winding heat gathered around her navel, following wherever Enoch’s hands led.
It swelled until it seemed almost tangible, leaving Sarah tormented by the constant sensation of her lower abdomen tightening.
And just as all the heat he had transferred into her body had gathered neatly in one place—
Enoch pressed firmly down just above Sarah’s navel, directly onto the point where that heat had collected.
“Ahhhn!”
At that exact moment, the flame at the end of the fuse erupted all at once.
With a sharp burst, an electric current struck between Sarah’s legs.
It raced down the line of her navel and plunged straight into a deep place inside her she had never even known existed. Between her slender legs—deeper still—the inner walls that had been trembling helplessly for some time finally shuddered beneath the pleasure that had reached them.
“Aaahhn!”
Sarah’s back arched sharply.
Hot moisture burst between her legs.
She felt it unmistakably as the space between her thighs grew wet. Her arched waist trembled uncontrollably, and her half-spread legs suddenly tensed.
“Ahhh…!”
Sarah curled her toes hard and let out a long, aching moan. Her entire legs convulsed wildly, as though caught in a raging current. Electricity seemed to run from her navel to the space between her legs and from there all the way to her toes, connecting everything into a single line.
Crackle. Crackle.
Sparks scattered erratically through her lower body. Each time they did, her vision flashed white.
Her first climax was that overwhelming.
“Wow.”
Enoch, who had shared that momentous first experience with her, sounded genuinely impressed.
He had stopped kissing her the instant Sarah’s hips bucked upward. Now he looked down at her thoroughly flushed body and raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.
“You came already?”
Sarah frowned at the expression, slang only someone experienced in bed would understand.
Where does he keep saying I went…?
Still unaware that she had climaxed, Sarah panted and clenched her teeth to keep herself from carelessly moaning again. She merely thought the lingering heat clinging to her waist in little spasms felt strangely ticklish.
“You’re incredibly sensitive.”
Enoch’s voice dropped so low it seemed to reverberate through Sarah’s body as his hand swept over her defenseless form. His fingers hovered barely above her skin before tracing upward from below.
The pleasure that had scattered throughout her body immediately gathered beneath Enoch’s fingertips again. As though searching for another outlet, the heat floated upward—to her solar plexus, between her ribs, then into her chest.
And when his slowly ascending fingertips finally brushed her raised chin—
“…!”
Another explosion burst through her.
Hot droplets suddenly splattered over the back of the hand covering her mouth.
What just came out?
Sarah forced her dazed eyes into focus and looked at her hand.
“…Hah…”
It was a nosebleed.
“Haha!”
At the sight of the bright blood dripping down, Enoch burst into delighted laughter.
“You really didn’t have to go that far…”
Seeing Sarah’s nosebleed, Enoch looked half proud and half embarrassed.
He leaned closer and tenderly wiped away the blood.
“I’ve had some cry because they were overwhelmed, but this is a new one.”
After carefully cleaning her face, Enoch casually brought his other experiences into bed with them.
He spoke about them as naturally as if he were discussing his daily routine, apparently without the slightest intention of concealing his promiscuous life.
“…!”
After wiping the blood onto a scrap of cloth lying nearby, he caught Sarah by the ankle and spread her leg wide to the side.
Cool air swept over her exposed sex.
At the same instant, something long slid into the still-throbbing opening.
It was Enoch’s middle finger.
“Huh?!”
Enoch pushed his finger in until the back of his hand nearly touched her, then flexed it experimentally as though testing something.
Wet, obscene sounds came almost immediately.
Regardless of Sarah’s will, the movement stirring inside her made the place that had only just begun to settle grow restless again.
“Ngh!”
Unable to endure the sensation, Sarah curled her toes sharply and clenched hard between her legs.
“Hah…”
Enoch let out a satisfied sigh, then withdrew his finger without warning.
“Look.”
Then he held it in front of her face and waved it like a trophy.
Bathed in the bright sunlight, the almost sacred-looking finger gleamed all over with moisture. Enoch waited long enough for Sarah to get a proper look before deliberately licking it clean.
Then he whispered,
“You’re wet. Soaked.”
“…!”
His voice seemed almost tangible as it washed over Sarah.
A shiver began beside her left ear and traveled down across her shoulder. While Sarah hunched her shoulders with a tremor, Enoch straightened his upper body, swept back his hair, and murmured,
“It’s a little tight. But I think it’ll fit.”
What will?
Before Sarah even had time to form the thought, he casually pulled down the front of his trousers.