I Want To Be Your First – R19 - Chapter 85

Berthwald carefully raised the corners of his mouth to not be seen through by her. Ariel’s so absent minded that he can’t help but tease her.

“Are you sorry?”

“Yes…”

“Should I forgive you?”

At her nod, Berthwald opened his arms and spoke.

“Then, hug me. Very strongly.”

Ariel hesitated for a moment, before reaching her hands underneath his arms to give Berthwald an embrace. His upper body was too large for her hands to connect with each other. When she gave him a hug, Berthwald’s shoulders shook as he laughed.

“It’s a little weak.”

“S–Should I hug you more strongly?”

Although she mustered up her courage to reply, Berthwald merely chuckled and shook his head.

“Never mind. Here, give me a kiss on the cheek.”

Ariel did as she was told to obediently, pressing her lips onto his cheek.

Muah, along with the sound of her lips detaching from his cheek, the skin of his cheek became taut, perhaps due to a smile forming on his face. Ariel smiled with her lips still hovering close to his cheek.

A large hand came up and brushed against the nape of Ariel’s neck. He carefully brushed against her skin like he was engraving the feeling of her skin in his mind, before holding her cheek firmly. Without missing a beat, her head was turned and dry lips touched moist ones.

Connecting and disconnecting repeatedly, the period of time spent with their lips connected increased. The moment she opened her lips as she was running out of air, as if he had been waiting for this moment, Berthwald began to devour the insides of her mouth.

Unlike the kiss that had always started gently, a deep and indulgent kiss followed. Ariel struggled to push him away, but his breathing would always become rougher. The sight of Berthwald greedily pouncing was both frightening and exciting…

“It’s driving me crazy,”

Berthwald’s laughing tone flowed through the gap between his lips that was barely touching hers. The hands that brushed against her waist, pelvis and her inner thigh was endlessly seductive.

“I’m saying this because I promised to be honest.”

The tone of his husky voice was filled with impatience. Berthwald continued calmly, while his brows were furrowed.

“May I hold you?”

Ariel held her breath and blinked. Berthwald snorted and continued.

“If you’re unwilling, I won’t. Of course…”

When their lips connected again, he gently bit on Ariel’s lower lip. After sucking on her swollen lower lip slightly, he whispered in an even lower voice.

“It will be hard for you to say no.”

His whisper that passed by Ariel made her shudder momentarily. Ariel looked at Berthwald with a flushed face, and nodded in reply instead. A flash of laughter passed by along with a breath, before sharp fangs bit the lobe of Ariel’s ear.

The hand that slowly brushed away her ebony locks gently touched her earlobes, before going past her jawline, neck and collarbone, before reaching her shoulders and drawing circles on her shoulders. He then gently caressed her exposed arms and wrists lightly, before naturally moving on to her waist.

The ticklish hands that were on her sides grabbed the ribbon on her back quickly, and as if the previous slow movements were a lie, peeled off her clothes quickly.

The chemise dress, which had been wrapped loosely around her, came off instantly. When the hand that was slowly sliding along her exposed curves reached her underwear, Ariel closed her eyes and lifted her waist slowly. Then, a voice with an amused lilt breathed out on her face.

“Don’t rush me too much.”

“…I–It’s not like that…!”

In spite of her shrill protest, Berthwald had only undressed himself silently. Although Ariel continued to say, “It’s really not like that,” panickedly, Berthwald didn’t reply and let out a barely discernible laugh. Unlike his unhurried laughter, Berthwald’s face was actually stiff. In truth, he wasn’t that relaxed.

Ariel’s face, which was looking back at him with a disarranged expression, and her naked body that glowed white underneath the midday sunlight. Just looking at it made it hard for him to control his excitement, and even the skin that his hands were brushing against was soft, causing his blood to constantly rush downwards. Berthwald bit hard on his lips to abate his excitement.

“You seem to have lost more weight…”

He continued while his lips were buried against her milk coloured neck.

“If your intention was to make me worried, then it was a success.”

Berthwald grumbled, saying, “You had finally managed to put on some weight, but it was all for naught.”

“It wasn’t intentional,” Ariel protested, before hurriedly covering his mouth as if she was telling him to be quiet.

Unlike her expectations that he would pounce on her wildly, Berthwald brought to her climax in a calm and orderly manner. The lips that left marks all over her body, the hand that gently rubbed her skin and the rough breathing out of excitement. Whenever his traces brushed past her body, a ticklish feeling arose from deep within Ariel’s body. The lips that sucking her nape trailed upwards to lick at the corner of her lips. All of a sudden, a certain conviction arose from Ariel’s thoughts.

“Be… Berry.”

Strongly resisting the urge to moan, Ariel called Berthwald. She raised her head and met the gaze of the man with a red silhouette. He was different from others. Amongst the crowd that were gray, he was the sole person that possessed a different colour.

Ariel had been wondering all this while, but she now knew why he looked red to her. She had thought that it was such a deep red due to a strong hostility towards her, but… it didn’t seem to be the case.

“I think I know… the reason why Berry looks different from others.”

Berthwald kissed her affectionately, while combing out Ariel’s tangled black hair with his fingers. At his question of why is that so, Ariel nodded slightly and spoke, “Pink… If it was painted with many layers. It will look redder with a larger number of layers. Perhaps, perhaps it’s because of that…”

Pink, the colour that people who liked her would display. If it was because of the accumulation of layers that it became a red that couldn’t be any redder… Ariel understood now. That colour must have had that meaning. But Berthwald only laughed and flatly rejected Ariel’s words.

“I don’t think so.”

After he trailed off, Ariel’s waist flinched when he bit her chest. Looking downwards at her with a lust-filled gaze, Berthwald licked her lower lip.

‘Ha, it smells good. If only I can lick it all.’

His murmur gave off a strange atmosphere. He grabbed the small hand that was clutching the sheets and brought it back towards him. As he spread her fingers one by one and buried his lips in her palm, he watched Ariel’s facial expressions.

When the face that entered his view was red to the point of bursting, he tightened his grip in between her fingers contentedly.

“The reason why I look different is because….”

When he raised their hands with their fingers intertwined, Ariel raised her head awkwardly. As if Berthwald was waiting for that moment, he slowly dug into Ariel’s body.

“Like this.”

“Heok!”

“If it was red, it must have been a warning sign. It must have been such a signal…to not be caught and eaten.”

If you wanted to escape, you should have run away quickly. There’s no turning back now.

Excitement.

Whispering in a deep voice, Berthwald coveted her. A wet moan scattered over the bed.

He lifted her trembling waist and buried himself a little deeper. Unable to withstand the onslaught, Ariel moaned as she tried to retreat. Without missing the chance, Berthwald pulled on Ariel’s waist and pushed all the way in.

Her breathless and quivering face was endlessly pitiful. A surge of sadistic thoughts to torment her further arose at her pitiful sight. Why did he feel like this? This odd feeling, wanting to protect her, and yet wanting to make her cry.

He looked downwards at Ariel with a languid gaze. Berthwald gently brushed his thumb against the tightly closed eyelashes that had tears clinging to them.

“Your eyes… don’t close them, Ariel.”

“Uung, uhh…”

“Haah, is it hard to breathe? Should I help you?”

“N–no, it’s alright…”

Before she could turn her head, Berthwald devoured her lips. He forcibly opened her lips and ravaged her mouth without hesitation. Ariel wanted to rebut, asking if this was what he meant by helping, but she couldn’t get the words out in the face of the continuous stimulation. All Ariel could do was to clutch at the sheets and exhale heavily.

An intense pleasure assaulted her body. Everything that was on her mind turned blank and her entire body was immersed in pleasure. There was only pleasure left in her mind, pleasure that she couldn’t judge was good or bad, rocking through her.

It wasn’t the first time she felt this way. Around five, or maybe six times? Ariel would have a taste of such pleasure whenever she spent the night with Berthwald, and it could be said that she was used to it.

However, the depth of pleasure she felt today was completely different. Was it because her physical condition was different today, or simply because it had been such a long time? As her chest throbbed while she was ruminating over it, she soon realised why.

It was because she realised that their feelings were mutual.

They were both aware of their mutual feelings for each other. Was it because of that that she became so sensitive? At that thought, her face burned red again. Ariel covered her face with both of her hands and opened her mouth timidly.

“It feels like my body has become weird…It’s odd. Am I… the only one that’s like this…”

At her feverish whisper, Berthwald laughed softly. He leaned down to hug Ariel while still buried in her. The body that was in his arms was still feverish due to his movement. Berthwald planted his lips on her round forehead and spoke in a low voice.

“The same goes for me. It’s not just Ariel who’s weird..”

“Berry, you too?”

“Mm. Because I’m too sensitive…it’s no different from torture.”

His hot body temperature was delivered to her through his firm chest. Before a lingering feeling appeared, his upper body began to move up and down slightly. As Berthwald carrassed Ariel’s thigh, which was wrapped around his waist, his eyes curved gently.

“Why was it like this… Was it because I said that I liked you?”

At the remark that seems to have seen through her thoughts, Ariel flinched and shrinked backwards. Berthwald laughed, as if he had expected such a reaction.

“If I knew that things would have been so different with one phrase, I should have told you this a long time ago.”

“Right.”

Ariel laughed as she replied, but Berthwald didn’t laugh. His breath came a little closer. With his lips close to Ariel’s ear, Berthwald whispered in a barely discernible voice.

“Tell me that you like me.”