Chapter 37: Between Guilt and Pleasure (R18)
Inside the cozy and dark room, lit only by the pale glow of the moons visible through the window, the air pulsed with a chilling, orgasmic eroticism. The atmosphere seemed to vibrate in invisible waves, as if the very world around them sighed in silence.
"Kuuh~ aannhh~ this feels so good..." murmured Aziz, still pressing Astrid’s face against his groin, making her take his entire length into her mouth, all the way down her throat.
Even as a woman inexperienced in this kind of thing, Astrid didn’t complain. She took everything in with devotion and sweetness, as if their bodies had been molded for each other, as if that act was the most natural and inevitable expression of who she was. They were... compatible. Without a doubt.
"Gulp~ slurp~ gulp~ mmmh~"
Astrid swallowed everything without letting a single drop escape from the corners of her mouth. She treated Aziz’s climax as something precious, something necessary. She sucked and drank with affection and dedication, causing the young man’s pleasure to only intensify, grow, envelop him completely.
Looking down and seeing her surrender like that, taking everything with absolute devotion, Aziz felt a strange and sinful pleasure bloom inside him. A powerful, dangerous pleasure — the pleasure of knowing that only he was capable of making a woman like her surrender to that state, without resistance, without hesitation.
But as the ecstasy of his ejaculation began to fade, he realized what he was doing. He was forcing her head down, guiding her movements without asking, without permission. A twinge of guilt began to sprout in his chest, throbbing like a hidden wound.
’What am I doing...?’
’How can I think only of myself like this...? How can I use the person I value most for my own pleasure?’
With a tight heart, Aziz tried to remove his hands from her head, as if silently asking for forgiveness. He was about to apologize, to stop — but before he could even move his fingers away, Astrid, who had been sucking and drinking with her eyes closed and a silent love, gently took his hands and placed them back on her head.
And more than that — she pressed herself even deeper against him, burying her face into the boy’s groin as if to say, without words: *"Don’t run. Stay. This is our moment."*