For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.

Chapter 185: Side Effects (2)

In the suddenly charged atmosphere, Iona carefully raised both hands.

With one hand, she curled her index and thumb to form a circle, and with the other, she poked that circle with an index finger in a crude gesture.

“Shall we?”

“Yes.”

My mouth moved before my brain could think.

Although, even if I had thought it through, my answer would have been the same.

Hearing my reply, Iona smirked and started to undo my clothes.

Swoosh.

The loose patient gown was quickly removed.

Her chilly fingers began to caress my muscles.

“Hmm, hmm… I’ve always thought, Yandel, as a magician, you have a good body. I was right after all.”

“Ahaha….”

I awkwardly laughed off Iona’s admiration.

After all, my current physique wasn’t due to my own training but a result of stats increase that came along with it.

It was a bit embarrassing to admit that I didn’t consistently train my body as Iona thought.

Well, it was still a result of my efforts, fundamentally no different, right?

I shrugged as Iona fiddled with my upper body.

Iona, who always forcefully suppressed her charm, was now moving according to her desires.

It was somewhat compulsive to think how much she had suppressed her charm, to see her this excited and surrendering to her urges.

I wanted to savor this current gap for as long as possible.

For that reason, I simply lay there, letting Iona do as she wished.

Fiddle, fiddle.

“Hmm…”

Fiddle, fiddle.

“Ah…”

Fiddle, fiddle.

“…Professor?”

“Uh?! Wh-what is it, Yandel?”

“How long are you planning to just touch me?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay! Don’t be hasty. I’ll touch a bit more; just wait.”

“I’m not really being hasty, but… yes, whatever.”

I nodded and quietly lay back down as Iona gently stroked my chest with her fingertips.

However, her hand movements felt hesitant, as if unsure of what to do next.

The peculiar tension disappeared, replaced by freshness. There was something I had suspected.

“Professor Iona.”

“Huh? Just wait a moment, just a moment…”

“It’s not that. Are you unsure what to do next?”

“No! No! How old do you think I am? You know, the kind of books I secretly read.”

“Knowing and doing are different. What were you thinking of doing next?”

“Well, removing your clothes…”

“Removing my clothes?”

“And I should take mine off too.”

“What next?”

“Caress?”

“What kind of caress?”

“Uh, um.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Iona grinned and loosely shook her clenched fist up and down.

“This?”

“Pulling back with your hand, what were you planning to do…?”

Especially since Iona herself needed some loosening up first. I had been ready since a while ago, so I was fine.

I let out a long sigh and gently stroked the back of Iona’s hand, which was resting on my chest.

“Is this your first time, Professor?”

“…Uh!”

“It’s okay. I actually like it.”

It made sense when you thought about it. Iona spent her childhood striving to become stronger and then was too busy fighting.

After the Great War ended, she dedicated herself to revenge and the life of an academy professor.

Considering there was Iris, who had been a virgin for 500 years, 300 years wasn’t so unbelievable.

No, as I said earlier, this was actually better for me.

“I’ll take the lead from here.”

“No!”

“…Why?”

Was she embarrassed for shouting suddenly? Or was it because her clumsy side was exposed?

Iona, with her face flushing red, continued in a desperate tone.

“But, but! Yandel, you’re a student, and I’m a professor!”

“Ah.”

I guess I could understand her. It was a matter of pride as an older person and as a professor.

After a moment of thought, I took Iona’s hand in mine.

“Okay, let’s do it together then.”

“Together?”

“You’ve been the only one touching me so far, Professor. I want to touch you too.”

“Hmm. That makes sense. Just wait a moment.”

Iona, seemingly convinced, leaned her upper body towards me.

“Hehe! Yandel, since I took off your clothes… it’s only fair you take mine off.”

“Hah. You think I can’t?”

I placed my hands on Iona’s round shoulders.

Her cardigan had already slipped down halfway, and the buttons of her inner white shirt had been torn long ago during the feeding.

Just by slipping my fingers inside and pulling, Iona was quickly half-naked.

Jiggle.

“Wow…”

Her skin glistened under the moonlight, revealing a smooth curve from her collarbone.

They were maybe about the same size as Carla’s. But perhaps because she was always wrapped up tight, they seemed much larger.

Instinctively, I reached out and firmly grasped them.

“Hmm…”

Iona flinched for a moment but then tilted her upper body to make it easier for me to touch.

I slowly massaged, enjoying the fullness and the hefty weight in my hands.

Squish, squash.

Her breasts were distorted in all directions in my hand, and her nipples were getting harder and poking my palms.

Perhaps it was her cool body temperature, but it felt strangely nice. Although I was also happy that I was touching them.

However, we couldn’t just keep touching each other’s chests forever.

While holding Iona’s breasts, I gently pulled her closer.

“Huh? What?”

Iona blinked her deep red eyes. Even as she dripped with allure, her innocent look made me chuckle and bite my lip.

Then, I pressed my lips against the closer Iona.

Peck.

A brief bird’s kiss. But in that short time, Iona’s breath had become quite rough, and her lips were stained with the color of blood.

It seemed feeding her blood was much better than an awkward caress.

I tapped Iona’s waist with my fingers.

“May I ask for the next part to be a bit lower?”

“…Huh? Oh. Right, we haven’t done that yet.”

Iona, looking somewhat dazed, nodded her head and awkwardly approached, placing her feet on either side of my head.

I was in a position to look up at Iona, who was right above me. The center of her modified hot pants, designed for easy movement, was slightly damp.

Iona took a deep breath and began to remove her pants, as if showing me.

Sway.

Though she seemed to be trying to step out of her pants, to me, it just looked like she was swaying her hips.

Unintentionally performing a strip show, the now completely nude Iona tapped my shoulders with her heels.

“So, so? What do you think?”

“What do I think?”

I looked up at Iona again with concentration.

Her vulva appeared sticky overall, perhaps from the excitement during the feeding.

The flesh that felt soft even through her clothes was plumply swollen, and with her legs spread, I could slightly see inside.

The light-colored inner flesh and the small vaginal opening that seemed big enough to fit a pinkie.

Lastly, moderately grown dark-red pubic hair above all these.

“…It’s beautiful.”

There was no other way to describe her vulva but as overall beautiful.

It lacked distinctive features but looked ideally picturesque, as if drawn in a painting.

Pleased with my reaction, Iona nodded vigorously.

“Good, good. For an honest Yandel, there is a reward~”

Her tone was like that of addressing a child. However, the reward Iona followed up with was not something you’d give to a child.

Spread.

Grinning widely, Iona spread her vulva open.

The lubricant stretched like threads before breaking, explicitly exposing her flesh.

However, this seemed quite embarrassing for Iona as well, as she soon closed her vulva again.

“Hoo… That’s the service! Now it’s your turn, Yandel!”

“Wait a moment.”

I kicked away the obstructing blanket and started to take off my pants, but…

“Wait a minute!”

Suddenly, Iona sat on top of me and stopped me.

Since I was halfway through taking off my pants, I felt the touch of Iona’s vulva pressing against my abdomen.

Soft and squishy but cooler rather than hot.

In the midst of the distinctly felt touch, the sticky lubricant began to soak my skin.

Iona then continued with a serious face.

“I’ll take them off.”

“Ah, yes. Please do.”

I nodded awkwardly, and Iona slid down between my legs with excitement, settling into place.

Swallowing with a mix of tension and anticipation, she exclaimed.

“Whoa!”

She swiftly pulled down my pants.

Thud!

“Hic!”

She was startled by my springing penis and rolled away in surprise.

…What?

As I tried to sit up, scratching the back of my head, Iona stopped me again.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! I just needed a moment to prepare!”

“Now you say that…? Didn’t it hurt to fall off the bed?”

“I executed a proper fall technique, so I’m fine! And it can’t be helped, right? I didn’t know it would be this big!”

Iona spread her palm wide and inspected it closely.

“This should work… The problem is what comes next…”

Mumbling to herself, she crawled back onto the bed with a determined expression.

Iona lightly grasped my erect penis. Her cool fingers pleasantly enveloped my lower parts.

“Um, um. Yandel, just to be sure…”

“Yes. What is it?”

“I can’t bite the penis, right?”

“…I’ll provide blood separately, so please don’t bite there.”