Bridal Lessons - Chapter 22
This time, thankfully, it wasn’t as rough as the first kiss. Instead, it was a deep, lingering kiss that made it impossible for her to lift her head. As his hand moved along her back and waist, he gently lifted the hem of the dress she had desperately tried to pull down and naturally slid his hand inside.
As his large hand grasped her brxxst as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Rosen’s innocent and tender body stiffened. He alternated between her brxxsts, as if assessing their size, and then gently brushed his fingers over her hardened nxxples, as if to confirm their firmness.
When his fingers pinched and stimulated the sensitive peaks, Rosen’s shoulders twitched involuntarily. Instead of releasing her, he pressed his body closer, pushing his firm knee between her legs to press against her delicate center.
“Breathe through your nose. This is going to take a while.”
“Br, other…! Hupp, ha, uhh…”
He blew air into her small mouth and then sucked on the lower lip he had bitten earlier. Holding her nape firmly to prevent her escape, Iscarion traced circles around her areola with his fingertips. When Rosen struggled to pull away, he harshly tugged on her e***t nxxple towards him.
“Ahh, oh…! If you, pull there, nnng!”
“Why, isn’t this what you wanted when you made them stand up so straight?”
“No! Absolutely not, uhn, mmph!”
Though he spoke in a casual tone, Iscarion’s hand continued to torment her small, protruding nxxples. Twisting the base and flicking the sensitive tips relentlessly, Rosen’s heated body responded sensitively, causing her to twist her waist. At the same time, his firm knee rubbed back and forth against her intimate area, pressing against her clxxxris. The lewd sensation made Rosen unconsciously breathe heavily.
As his knee continued to press between her legs, a strange warmth spread below her navel, her hips tightened, and a moist feeling grew deep inside. Without underwear, Iscarion’s firm knee was separated from her most private part by only a thin layer of his pants. Experiencing this strange sensation for the first time, Rosen panted and whimpered, instinctively calling him by a childhood name.
“Ah, anngh! N-No, brother…!”
“…Brother, you say.”
His lips parted slowly at her plaintive call. With a lewd, ticklish sound, their saliva and breath mixed and lingered between them. For a moment, their eyes met, but Iscarion did not withdraw his knee from between her legs or his hand from her nxxple.
“You.”
He increased the pressure on her right nxxple, ensuring she couldn’t look away as he asked calmly,
“Are you doing this with your brother?”
His eyes, filled with raw, blatant lust, left Rosen bewildered by this unfamiliar side of him. Feeling like prey about to be devoured, she recoiled instinctively.
“What do you think? Staying here until I’m fully satisfied, repaying me with your body for raising you all this time.”
“D-Don’t say such nonsense!”
Understanding the meaning behind his words, Rosen’s face turned bright red. She struggled to push him away and escape his hold, but to no avail. Holding her jaw, he pressed and rubbed her wet lips with his thumb, his calm gaze fixed on her chest.
“As if I- as if I could do such, hnngh, such a thing!”
“Do you know why you’re like this, Rosen?”
Desperately trying to push him away, Rosen’s small fists hit him repeatedly, but Iscarion, catching her blows, gently questioned her in his usual tone. Looking down at her chest as he did, Rosen was shocked to see her small nxxples clearly protruding through the nightgown.
“…!”
His firm fingers flicked her e***t nxxple through the fabric like a punishment.
“Ah!”
“Didn’t they teach you that during your coming-of-age ceremony at the temple?”
Rosen shook her head vigorously, tears welling up in her eyes. The s-x education she received from the elderly priestess focused on modesty and wifely duties. Although it included how men and women physically unite, it was purely theoretical and neither interesting nor well understood. In other words, it was entirely unhelpful in this situation. Despite her female instincts making her blush, Iscarion kindly explained.
“If your n*****s go erxct, it means you really enjoy this.”
“L-Lies…”
“Judging by how these little tips are standing up just from a little touch, you seem to have quite a talent for lewd things.”
“It’s not like that! Ahh, nng!”
The room’s air felt hot. Rosen struggled to escape, but he pushed her back. She fell onto the bed, trying to get up, but Iscarion grabbed her arms and pulled them above her head.
Finally, he tied her wrists with a long curtain tie from the bed, securing the knot to the bedpost, leaving her lying there, unable to move. He then rolled up her nightgown, which had been the only thing covering her, exposing her up to her collarbone.
“Suck it.”
