Saving My Childhood Friend Through... Questionable Means... - Chapter 15
When Lucas first pressed his lips to Seria’s body, he felt a tingling sensation radiating through him each time he sucked on her soft, sweet skin. Even though it was his first time exploring her in such an intimate way, even using his mouth between her legs, he didn’t find it off-putting. In fact, the more his tongue touched her, the stronger his desire to go deeper grew.
As expected, being inside her was nothing short of euphoric. It wasn’t unpleasant at all—on the contrary, he thought he could remain like this with her all day.
To think that being with Seria could feel so incredible… It was something he hadn’t even considered until now. Was it just a side effect of the curse? If so, he thought, maybe he should have been cursed sooner.
With that thought, Lucas gripped her pale thighs and thrust his hips forcefully. The vigorous motion of his thrusts sent shocks through Seria, as if he intended to reshape her insides entirely. Each deep push of his firm length against her inner walls left her vision swimming with flashes of white.
“Huff…”
“Ah! Wait—ahh! Ngh…”
Seria, unable to suppress herself any longer, let out her cries freely. Lucas’s hard length scraped along her slick walls with each movement, leaving her toes curling uncontrollably as her mind grew hazy. Their bodies, slick with sweat, glided against one another as all sense of shame disappeared. Lost in the heat of the moment, they held each other tightly, consumed entirely by the act.
Her entire body tingled as Lucas’s relentless movements pushed her closer and closer to a peak. Her skin flushed pink, like watercolors bleeding into paper.
Then, as his swollen tip struck a particular spot deep inside her, her waist arched sharply. It felt as though she was being lifted high into the air, only to be dropped down in a dizzying rush. The overwhelming pleasure of her first climax left her unable to think, her head falling back as her body trembled.
“Ahh, hnng, ahh—ohh…!”
As Seria reached her peak, Lucas also began losing control. He buried himself deeply, pressing into her slick, contracting walls with a low, guttural groan. His s***t swelled as he released, thick white seed spilling out in powerful bursts. The volume was so overwhelming that her inner walls were completely coated, sticky warmth spreading deep inside her.
“Ngh! Hah, haah…”
Sweat dripped down Lucas’s well-defined muscles, trailing over his golden hair and onto Seria’s pale skin. His body still trembled with the aftershocks, and he remained inside her, his hips making small, involuntary movements as if reluctant to stop.
Seria, still dazed from her climax, slowly came to her senses as she felt the sticky fluid begin to leak out of her. Lucas, seemingly unaware, continued moving gently, drawing out every last sensation.
“Wait, stop… ahh!”
“Huff… hah…”
Seria weakly hit Lucas’s back a few times, but he didn’t stop. His glassy eyes and lost expression made her realize he was still caught up in the moment. Fearing he might start again, she hastily moved her legs to push him out. Finally, his length slid free, leaving her with a strange emptiness as the mixture of his seed and her fluids dripped from her entrance onto the sheets.
Lucas let out a soft, regretful sound as she separated from him, but Seria simply pulled back, sitting up in silence. She glanced at the mess between her legs, a conflicted expression on her face.
They both knew the conditions for breaking the curse required him to release, so there was no need to say it aloud. But seeing the result of what had just happened—her childhood friend’s seed dripping from her body—left her feeling low.
Determined to focus on practical matters, Seria grabbed a dry cloth from the bedside table to clean herself and slipped on her robe. Lucas, who had been staring blankly at the bed, suddenly looked up and spoke.
“Seria… Are you okay?”
“Huh? Oh… yeah, I’m fine.”
“I, uh… thanks. I mean it. Thanks to you, um…” He trailed off, the awkwardness evident in his voice. “It feels weird saying it like this, but… thank you.”
Not knowing how to respond, Seria fidgeted with her hair, avoiding his gaze. Forcing a neutral expression, she turned to look at him.
“No need to thank me. We’re friends… right? How’s the mark?”
“Oh, the mark… Yeah, it looks a little fainter than before.”
Lucas showed her his left forearm, where the curse’s symbol was indeed slightly less pronounced, though still visible. One time clearly wasn’t enough to completely break it.
Shrugging lightly, Seria slipped her feet into her slippers. “Looks like we’ll need to do it a few more times. Don’t worry about me—I’m fine. Get some rest.”
“A…A few more times? Right. Yeah. Sleep well, Seria.”
Lucas’s ears turned bright red as he ran a hand through his messy hair. As Seria reached for the door, he called out to her again.
“Good night, Seria.”
“Yeah. You, too.”
