Can Someone (Anyone!) Please Turn Off the Auto-Skill Setting?! - Chapter 32
Aaron urged Nancy, who seemed to be out of it, to respond. If she didn’t give him permission soon, it felt like either his member or his head would explode.
“Hurry and answer.”
He tickled her cheek with his lips, annoying her enough to make her wrinkle her brow slightly and let out a small moan.
“That’s a yes, right?”
Taking her moan as consent, Aaron immediately laid her flat on the bed. When he pushed her slender legs apart, they fell open limply.
Breathing heavily through his nose with excitement and anticipation, Aaron positioned himself between her legs and finally pulled out his member, which was already damp at the tip from his anticipation.
Swallowing hard, he aligned himself with her entrance. Although three fingers had fit inside her, he wasn’t sure if his full size would go in so easily.
But he couldn’t wait any longer. Grabbing her waist, he began to push in.
“Hnggh!”
Nancy groaned as her once-relaxed walls stretched to accommodate him. The lingering haze from her climax started to clear, and she regained her senses.
“This…!”
She hadn’t intended for it to go this far. What was happening while she had been too dazed to stop it? She shot him a sharp glare.
Misunderstanding her look, Aaron took her hand and kissed the back of it.
“Does it hurt?”
“It hurts, you idiot. A lot… ah!”
Just as she complained, his c*ck suddenly slid in deeper.
Is it even possible for me to stretch this much? Could something go wrong?
For a moment, Nancy was frightened. As if to soothe her, a window popped up in front of her:
Though it was somewhat of a relief, Nancy glared at the notification. Out of 144 skills, of course, there had to be one for everything. She had long suspected that the system had a will of its own, mocking her at every turn.
“Should I go slower?”
Aaron asked, pressing into her more firmly. It seemed that pulling out wasn’t an option for him.
Nancy exhaled, glaring at the shameless man. If the pain had been unbearable, she would have cursed at him, telling him to stop and put his weapon away immediately.
But oddly enough, it wasn’t just painful. The deeper he went, the more it felt like a tickling sensation inside her belly. It was painful, but also somewhat pleasant at the same time.
I’m not in my right mind. If I keep going like this, I’ll definitely hurt myself.
Nancy calmly assessed her situation.
“Don’t keep going in, wait… pull out for a second.”
Instead of cursing at him, she pleaded gently. Aaron obediently paused, pulling back slightly. However, he didn’t withdraw completely, just waited for a moment before pushing in again.
Soon, Aaron began to thrust slowly, making small, bouncing motions.
“Ah, no… nngh…!”
That wasn’t what she meant by “pull out”.
Nancy tried to push him away, but Aaron laced his fingers with hers and pulled her body toward him, continuing to move his hips.
“Your pxssy is clinging to my c*ck every time I pull back,” Aaron said, describing how her walls gripped him with each thrust.
Panting, Nancy begged him to wait. But every time his c*ck rubbed against her inner walls, she couldn’t stop the moans that escaped her. Her body was heating up so quickly that she felt like she was already close to climaxing again.
She had never felt this good during penetrative s-x before. In fact, whenever a man entered her, she usually lost all excitement, as if she’d been doused with cold water.
It wasn’t like Aaron had some amazing skill. This was the first time he had been with a woman, and all he was doing was thrusting that massive thing into her.
“Your pxssy is leaking,” Aaron said, looking down at her increasingly soaked lower half.
Her reddened, swollen entrance clung to his c*ck, eagerly taking him in, and the sight was so lewd that it almost drove him crazy.
He couldn’t stop his hips from moving. The sensation of her tight walls gripping him was so addictive.
The only frustration he had was the overwhelming urge to thrust all the way in, to fill her completely in one powerful movement.
But seeing Nancy’s face, already twisted in discomfort, pleading for him to go slowly, he couldn’t bring himself to be that cruel.
To resist the temptation, Aaron gritted his teeth and looked up at the ceiling. If he kept staring at Nancy, he feared he would lose control and take her roughly, ignoring her pleas.
“Haa…”
But looking at the ceiling created another problem.
Though the sky wasn’t visible, the very act of looking upward made him think of God.
How dare I break my vow like this!
