Alain shuddered, his spine tingling. It had been days since he last relieved himself, so his desires were at their peak. Misha's soft, warm hand gripping his cock, her thumb gently stroking his glans, had him hard as stone.
Soon, her inexperienced hands began clumsily pumping his length at a slow, teasing pace.
"Does this feel good…? ♥" Misha whispered lovingly, her eyes fixed on Alain's face as if gauging his reaction.
"Uugh… Yes… please, keep going." Alain nodded, locking eyes with her curious gaze. Her movements were awkward—after all, Misha had never done anything like this before. Mita wasn't a game with sexual content… Well, except for Cappie's vibrator, of course.
Misha suddenly stopped pumping and climbed onto the bed, pulling the blanket down before straddling Alain's thighs as he lay beneath her.
"This makes it easier, right?"
Truthfully, she just wanted a better angle to admire Alain's cock in her hand. Her curious eyes watched as his shaft twitched under her touch, his face melting in pleasure.
The wet sounds echoed through the room, rhythmic and lewd, until Misha sped up her movements. Now using both hands, she milked him like a farmer tending to a cow.
Without realizing it, she had leaned in closer, her warm breath ghosting over the tip of his cock.
Normally, Alain would have lasted much longer, but the combination of days without release and the overwhelming stimulation from the girl before him—who surpassed even the most beautiful models in his world—pushed him to the edge.
Misha's intrusive thoughts won out. Unable to resist any longer, she lowered her head, her pink lips brushing against his glans before her small, perfumed tongue curiously licked the tip.
The taste was salty—strange, but not unpleasant. And in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to savor that "weird flavor." Her tongue grew more eager, swirling around the head while her right hand kept stroking and her left curiously fondled his balls.
Alain gritted his teeth, barely holding back. He wanted to savor this moment a little longer.
But the greedy Misha couldn't hold back anymore. She took the entire head into her mouth, her mischievous tongue delightfully lapping at the sensitive underside. Maybe she was more perverted than she thought—because now, she wanted to take him all the way in. But her tight, little throat seemed to protest in refusal.
Alain, lost in ecstasy as he stared into her loving eyes, thought it'd be bad to make her swallow on her first try. With immense willpower, he pulled her sucking mouth away—just as he reached his limit.
The sight of her wet, open lips, still glistening from the sudden act, was too much.
Thick, white liquid erupted like a fountain, splattering across Misha's adorable face, staining her perfect features.
Caught off guard, she flinched, quickly shutting her eyes in fear of being blinded by the "condensed milk mousse."
"You silly! Why didn't you tell me?"
In the bedroom, Misha pulled out a washcloth and wiped the residue from her face.
"Sorry…"
...
Just now, I couldn't hold back my strength.
Just moments ago, he had been discussing hunting techniques with Misha, with a bit of a simulation feel.
He was simulating the prey, and Misha was simulating the hunter.
Unfortunately... he was ultimately defeated by Misha.
"Really now..."
The girl sighed softly, walked over to Alain's side, and gently stroked his head.
"Alright, I forgive you. Um..."
She turned her head away again, somewhat embarrassed, seemingly finding it hard to speak.
"Do you... want to do it again?"
"Just now, I also had many immature aspects."
The girl was saying that the timing for summoning the "sweet rain" was too late, causing the so-called spar to inflict unnecessary pain on Alain.
Alain glanced at the bottle on the bedside table; it was a skincare lotion he had previously bought for Misha at the mall.
Setting aside its skincare effects, as a "lubricant" for providing a defensive effect in their sparring, it was outstanding.
"It's alright, the night is still long, my dear..."
Alain looked into her eyes,
"You did very well."
"...!"
Her smile was radiant.
"Then, there's no time to lose. Before we enter the game world, I also need to practice a few more times for you!"
Misha said seriously, walking over to Alain's side, her small hand reaching for the skincare lotion.
As for Alain...
Right now, he was still a sage.
But for his dear, what was so difficult about becoming a berserker for once?
"Please, guide me."
The next morning, Alain's eyes opened, urged by the morning light.
He blinked and saw the curtains he had forgotten to draw last night.
He gave a wry smile.
As for his side...
The cute girl was leaning against Alain's side.
She held onto the young man's arm tightly, her eyes closed, a trace of glistening drool from her sleep at the corner of her mouth.
"So cute."
Murmuring softly, Alain wiped away Misha's drool.
He gently extracted his arm as carefully as possible, left a kiss for Misha, and then tiptoed towards the door.
In his peripheral vision, the trash can was full of crumpled tissues.
It's a wonder I'm still alive.
Alain grumbled to himself.
Opening the door, Millie was still sound asleep on the sofa.
Her gloves and hat were neatly placed to the side.
"Whew~ whew~ whew~"
The girl was like a kitten, unconsciously whistling a pleasant tune in her sleep.
So cute...
Alain's gaze swept across the living room, finally landing on the wall clock. The hour hand pointed to eight.
Today's classes... skipped.
At this point, there were more important things waiting for him to do.
Alain opened his phone and tapped on the Security Guard panel.
The cooldown timer for entering the game had already reset.
He walked over to the sofa and patted the sleeping Millie's shoulder,
"Bro, do you want to go to the game world with me today?"
...
The sleepy-eyed girl grumbled and patted Alain's arm, then turned her back to him.
...
Looking at Millie's disheveled hair, Alain felt a stir in his heart and began to stroke her beautiful hair.
"Millie, Millie? Wake up, do you want to enter the game world with me today?"
"Mmmh."
Hearing "bro's" voice, the girl turned her head, and through her blurry eyes, saw that familiar face.
He reached out his hand, seemingly stroking her head.
"Meow... Where's bestie?"
"She's not feeling well."
"Is that so, meow... Then I'll definitely go with you."
She hugged her pillow.
Soothed by the head pats, she squinted her eyes in enjoyment.
"It's dangerous for you to go alone, I wouldn't be at ease, meow."
"Mm. Then it's settled. We'll leave at nine?"
"Okay, meow~"
She peacefully closed her eyes.
He was still patting her head.
So comfortable~ I wish I could always be like this, just a kitty in reality...
Kitty, ah, kitty. Alain's kitty.
He's treating me just like a kitty...
Meow?
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