Chapter 48: Rebecca (18+)
Rebecca had been uneasy. She wondered whether sex was truly that good. She knew Nana enjoyed it—she always had, ever since Alex had trained her. However, until recently, even Elysia, Cecile, and Marissa had started enjoying it too.
Now, she wondered whether she was the abnormal one. It might seem odd, but the Wuantora Village manor was small. With all the servants, Cecile, Nana, and Rebecca didn’t get their own rooms. Logically, the other maids or servants should have been the ones kicked out. However, since Marissa didn’t want to raise enmity, she let Cecile and the others sleep at the inn until renovations on the manor were complete.
Rebecca liked Hiro. Although his appearance was insufferable—disgusting, cheeky, and lewd—Rebecca felt care and respect from him, something she never received from Alex or her parents.
Lately, she had even welcomed sleeping on his tentacle. Rebecca twiddled the floppy tentacle. Hiro knew that Rebecca liked him, but she was still hesitant about sex. She preferred hugging or headpats instead.
Hiro let her be. Headpatting her felt nice, and through sense-sharing, Hiro knew she was happy.
"Hiro, let’s play. Slowly, okay? Does doing it with you really feel that good?" Rebecca took a deep breath before saying it. After all, she was a curious girl. With parallel thought, Hiro could now play with all the girls simultaneously. He can indulge himself with Rebecca and Leafa at the same time.
At first, Hiro looked at her like a virgin. Unsure of what she wanted, Hiro decided to indulge her. Rebecca was petite, with modest breasts. The floppy tentacles Hiro had perked up as he began to slither over her body.
Rebecca often slept in her nightgown, but that made Hiro even more excited. When he slithered from her knee to her thigh, and finally to the underwear within, it felt even lewder than when the girl was completely naked.
"Slowly, alright?" Rebecca tried to enjoy the moment. Fear crept up within her, but she brushed it away. Hiro had proven himself to be caring. He had not touched her for over half a year, even though he touched Nana and Cecile almost daily.
A part of her worried that Hiro would overdo it. Nevertheless, she was curious—like a child wanting to taste alcohol for the first time.
Hiro grew feelers on his tentacles and started to grope her thigh, gradually expanding toward her stomach. Rebecca closed her eyes, trying to feel the sensation, but it didn’t come. All she felt was a ticklish feeling. The fear didn’t fade away. Hiro expanded toward her back and up to her nape. When he caressed her ears, she started to show a reaction, her nipples becoming erect.
She was human, after all; she still felt sexual stimulation, yet she didn’t enjoy it.