Rose's POV
Irene and I decided to drown her sorrows in alcohol at a nearby bar. My solace. In times like these, the remedy for a shattered heart was the familiar embrace of booze. Or so they say. I, however, had never experienced heartbreak firsthand, so I couldn't be certain. Nevertheless, it seemed like the logical course of action.
"I really thought our chemistry was incredible! And he's everything I've ever wanted in a man!" Irene lamented, her voice slurred from the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed. "But then, when he took me to bed, he was so irresistible... I couldn't resist!"
"W-Wait, so this jerk was just some random guy who happened to rescue you from a harasser, and then you went off and slept with him, even though you barely knew him?" I exclaimed, incredulous. "Are you out of your mind, Irene? He's not even worthy of being called your boyfriend; he's just a man who had a one-night stand with you."
I pressed a hand to my forehead, feeling a pang of exasperation as I watched this woman knock back drinks like a parched sailor, her sobs uncontrollable. I hadn't expected her to be this vulnerable. She used to be one of the most remarkable women in our academy year, right up there with Gabrielle at the top. But now, seeing her like this, I couldn't help but doubt if she was still the same woman.
"With me being deflowered, I fear I'll never find another man to marry..." she choked out between sobs, her tears staining the table beneath her trembling hands.
I let out a heavy sigh. If she was going to torment herself like this, she should've thought twice before letting that man have his way with her. "Look, what's done is done. You can't undo the fact that you've been deflowered. But dwelling on it won't change anything. What you need to do now is muster your courage, rise above this, and forge a new path for yourself.
Find someone who truly deserves you, someone who can make you forget about that one-night stand."
She fell silent at my words, her gaze dropping to the table.
"Irene?"
"Uh..." she hesitated, her lips parting as if she were on the brink of revealing her inner turmoil. But then, as quickly as the words formed, she seemed to retract, a veil of uncertainty descending over her features. Eventually, she found her voice, her words barely above a whisper. "I don't think... it'll be that easy."
"Why's that?" I asked, raising the glass to my lips for another gulp of alcohol.
Irene's fingers nervously traced the rim of her glass, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. "B-Because I don't think I can find someone better than him."
I nearly choked on my drink, the liquid burning down my throat as her words registered in my mind. My eyes widened in disbelief, my grip tightening around the glass. She was blushing furiously, and it wasn't solely from the alcohol. In that moment, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, a realization dawning on me that this woman may be beyond rescue...
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Leon's POV
We found ourselves on an observation wheel, or as it's often called in my world, a Ferris wheel. It was a pleasant surprise to discover this kind of amusement ride in this world, but I was grateful for its existence, especially since Elise and I were in a good mood.
"Ahh, ah, ahh, t-this is...!" she gasped, her fingers clawing at the air as if driven by an insatiable need. Her moans grew more desperate with each passing moment.
I alternated between sucking on her nipples, each one drawing forth a symphony of moans from her lips, and squeezed the one I wasn't sucking with my hand, as if coaxing out every last drop of pleasure from her. With each touch, her back arched even further, her body tensing like a bow on the brink of snapping if drawn any tighter.
"Ahhh...! T-This is...! This is weird, Leon! I feel like I'm going to fly!" she exclaimed, her hands clutching at my head as if to anchor herself down. But I wanted to send her soaring, to make her fly with pleasure. So, I didn't relent in my assault.
"Ahhh! N-No! S-Something's weird! Something's coming! I-I'm flying! AhhhhHHhnnnn!~!" she cried out, her voice a mixture of ecstasy and disbelief as pleasure consumed her.
After indulging in her breasts for a while longer...
"C-Cumming...! AhhhhhhHhhnnnNnnNnNN~!!!" she screamed, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
She climaxed. I had been confident in my ability to bring a woman to climax through breast play or even just kissing, but I hadn't expected such an intense response from Elise. Perhaps her body was exceptionally sensitive, or maybe it was simply unaccustomed to such sensations. Whatever the reason, it was clear that she had thoroughly enjoyed herself.
And now, it was time for us to move on to the next round of pleasure.
"Can you stand?" I asked, my voice laced with anticipation.
"Y-Yes... I guess so," she replied.
"Then, can you stand over there and show me your ass?" I requested, my gaze fixed on her enticing figure.
She blinked at me, her eyes wide with apprehension. "A-Are you sure it's okay? You're not going to die if you do it with me?" she asked, her concern palpable.
I wasn't about to gamble my life by diving into full-on intercourse with her, so I flashed her a confident smile, trying to reassure her. "Don't worry," I said, my voice steady despite the rush of excitement coursing through me. "We should be safe, as long as it's intercrural."
As the words left my lips, Elise shot me a lewd smile, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She rose from her seat, turning to present her ass to me, clad in the stockings I had insisted she wear earlier. If I wanted to enjoy some fun with Elise without risking my life, I figured getting her to give me a thighjob was the perfect solution.
After ogling her ass for a moment, I decided to make my move.
With anticipation coursing through me, I unzipped my pants, freeing my already throbbing dick. My gaze lingered on her stockings-clad thighs, eagerly awaiting what was to come.
Slowly, I positioned myself between her meaty thighs, relishing the softness of her stockings against my skin. With a steady hand, I guided my shaft between them, feeling a surge of pleasure as I slid into the warm, welcoming space between her legs.