Surviving In An Adult-Rated Romance Game - Chapter 7.3
Seona laughed softly and wrapped her arms around Raiden’s shoulders. Up close, Raiden’s cheeks were slightly flushed. He seemed embarrassed and couldn’t meet Seona’s eyes. He mumbled in a low voice, subtly avoiding her gaze.
“Tch, at this rate, I’m no different from that prince.”
Raiden buried his face in Seona’s neck and embraced her.
“Is this what they call the ‘marriage blues’ I’ve only heard about?”
“Um, hmm… I don’t think that’s quite it.”
Raiden having marriage blues? It was truly the most ill-fitting thing she had ever heard.
“Anyway… don’t feel too hurt. I’m looking forward to it plenty too.”
Seona said this as she carefully placed her hand on Raiden’s head. She belatedly wondered if it was okay to touch Raiden’s hair like this, as he wasn’t Shiron, but it was already too late.
Raiden’s soft hair slipped through the gaps between Seona’s fingers. Surprisingly, Raiden didn’t seem to mind. He just lay still in her arms, feeling her touch.
“…Well, if that’s the case, then I’m glad.”
Raiden whispered softly, tightening his arms around Seona. Lying alone with Raiden on the large bed felt strange.
Raiden, who she thought would leave soon, fell asleep by Seona’s side. He didn’t leave the room until after the morning sun had risen.
***
Time flew by quickly. In the blink of an eye, Seona and Raiden’s wedding day had arrived.
“Hah, hnn… Sh-Shiron, wait. What if you tear the dress…”
“Don’t worry, sister. Even if I don’t approve of this marriage, I have no intention of causing you trouble.”
Saying that Shiron lifted the hem of Seona’s dress. The voluminous lace-trimmed skirt was caught in Shiron’s hands, revealing Seona’s bare legs.
“Today, even your panties are white lace. Did you match them with the dress?”
Shiron asked while caressing her panties with his other hand. The underwear was made of a sheer material, like a wedding veil.
Thanks to this, Seona’s plump, white p*ssy mound was clearly visible despite wearing underwear.
“Is the top the same underwear? Then your t*ts must be visible too.”
Shiron, with an innocent face as if curious, pulled down the bodice of the dress. The ample br*asts contained within bounced out, revealing themselves.
“Hick, Sh-Shiron!”
At this rate, she had ended up half-undressed. She couldn’t ask the maids to dress her again… Seona tried to push him away with a troubled expression.
“Wow, it’s true. Where did you get such lewd underwear? Do brides usually wear such e****c underwear?”
Like the panties, the white bra made of thin, see-through material did nothing to hide her n*pples and ar*olas.
The n*pples, hanging like raspberries at the tips of her plump br*asts, were poking through the white fabric. Seeing this, Shiron immediately began to tease her n*****s with his fingertips.
“Hnn, mmm…”
He kneaded her ample b*****s, squeezing them like toys. His other hand was still fondling Seona’s p***y.
Every time Shiron pinched her n*****s, transparent juices gushed from Seona’s hole.
“Oh my, sister, your panties are all wet.”
“Haa, hnn, ahh…”
“The fabric is so thin that the fl*id is dripping down.”
Shiron said as he glanced down at the soaked panties. As he said, the panties, drenched in love juices, were clinging to her p***y flesh. As a result, the contours of her p***y were even more clearly visible.
“Sister, can you really marry the Grand Duke like this?”
Shiron’s hand delved between her split l*bia. Even though he hadn’t removed her panties, she could vividly feel his fingertips. It was because the fabric was so thin.
He opened her plump p***y lips and began to gently rub the cl*toris that protruded between them. An even deeper pl*asure began to tickle up from below.
“Ah, no…”
“You’re lying. You’re this wet already.”
“Hnn, the, the dress… I need to put it back on…”
“I’ll help you put it back on. Don’t worry.”
Shiron murmured, nuzzling his lips against Seona’s neck. At the same time, he hurriedly unfastened the front of his pants.
A thick c*ck sprang out from between the opened fly. It was so e***t that translucent fluid had gathered at the tip.
Realizing time was short, Shiron immediately pushed his e***t c**k between Seona’s legs.
“Haah…”
Their g*nitals began to rub against each other with just a soaked pair of panties between them. The bumpy, hot flesh of his c**k rubbed against her sensitive area.
“Hnn, re-really… we shouldn’t…”
“Really? Is it really not okay? Should I stop then?”
Shiron asked as he slightly pulled aside the panties that were clinging to her p***y. This revealed her soaking wet bare p***y. Shiron poked around the entrance with his blunt gl*ns.
“If it’s really not okay, I’ll stop. I didn’t mean to trouble you, sister.”
Contrary to his words about stopping, Shiron’s m*mber looked ready to pierce her v*ginal opening at any moment.
Seona, already highly ar*used, was also panting and swaying her hips with a dazed mind.
“Hnn, n-no… then hurry…”
She wanted Shiron’s thing to roughly stir up her slick, tingling inner walls. Seona trembled with excitement, anticipating what was about to happen.
But contrary to Seona’s urgency, Shiron calmly asked again.
“Hurry? Hurry what? Hurry and stop? Hurry and put your dress back on?”
He even pretended not to understand Seona’s words.
“Y-you know that’s not what I mean.”
“Sister, I really don’t know. You’ve been saying we shouldn’t since earlier…”
Shiron’s eyes gazed at Seona innocently. They were clear and pure like those of an innocent child. As if there was no lust at all.
It was hard to believe these eyes belonged to the owner of the menacingly e***t c**k.
“Hnn…”
Seona couldn’t bring herself to speak. Then Shiron began to subtly rub her cl*toris with his fingers.
“Haah, ah!”
“Mmh? Sister, please tell me quickly.”
Shiron urged, further stoking Seona’s excitement. Finally unable to resist, Seona panted and told him.
“Qu-quickly… hnn, quickly d-do it and finish.”
Shiron smiled brightly at Seona’s words. He seemed satisfied.
“Alright, don’t worry. I’ll make you finish quickly. We don’t have much time before the wedding after all.”
With those words, his hard and bumpy c**k plunged into Seona’s legs in one go. The c**k that was stuffed into the tight hole had considerable volume.
“Hngh, hah, ah!”
The c**k that had thrust into the root in one go immediately began to move without giving her a moment’s respite. The long p*nis poked at her c*rvix and pulled back, thrusting rapidly.
Squelch, squelch, her p***y hole, a mess with love juices, had turned bright red from Shiron’s wild hip movements. His protruding glans scraped against her dense v*ginal walls, moving obsc*nely.
“Haa, hick, nng, t-too rough…”
Unlike usual, Shiron’s movements were hurried and savage. He was driving into her rapidly without regard for Seona’s condition.
“I’m sorry, sister. Nng, we don’t have much time, so I can’t help it.”
Shiron clicked his tongue softly as he looked at Seona’s flushed face as if he truly regretted it. Then he gently placed a kiss on her neck.
“Hngh, mmm!”
His long, curved c**k stirred her vaginal walls relentlessly. As he thrust in and out, stirring her insides as he pleased, Seona’s mind went blank.
She couldn’t form coherent thoughts. Concerns like what if the dress gets ruined had long since flown away.
“Haah, ah!”
All she felt was the ecstasy of Shiron’s thing lewdly stirring between her widely spread p***y lips.
“Haa, nng, hnn…”
Only obscene noises filled the bridal waiting room. Seona’s moans and wet squelching sounds echoed in succession.
Was it at that moment?
Suddenly, the door flung open and someone entered.
“Hah, huu, ah!”
Seona hurriedly turned her blurry gaze towards the door. A familiar figure stood there.
It was Balteo.
“What’s this, Prince? Secretly f*cking the new bride all alone?”
“Tch.”
