Moonlight Ball - Chapter 113 (18+)

“Don’t run from me, Ris,” whispered Sidrain.

“Ah mm, b, but, that.”

“A little more, hm? It seems like you can’t even take in a finger.”

Sidrain buried one part of his finger in Iris as he spoke.

It wasn’t a body that was experiencing s*x for the first time. But what was so used to pleasure before had now become meek. Unlike before, Rosemary was far from a stranger to all kinds of pleasure, and even challenges in the endeavor. Rosemary could swallow Sidrain’s penis entirely without so much as a flinch, but now, Iris, who lives in Rosemary’s body, could barely take in a finger.

Iris sucked in the air the moment Sidrain’s hand crushed her bre*sts. And that moment, her flower trembled and then opened up wide. Her juice slid down Sidrain’s finger.

“It’s just two fingers…. But they’re going to melt, Ris.”

Sidrain’s voice was low. He seemed nervous. His finger was swimming inside her in a rush. It didn’t hurt, but it was a foreign feeling that made her squirm. She wanted to run. She wanted to go back from allowing him, but she couldn’t. She was already under Sidrain’s unyielding grasp.

The moment a third finger was coming in, Iris squeezed her bottom unintentionally as she was too scared. “D, don’t do it,” she whispered weakly. I’m scared, I’m scared….  Iris didn’t know why but she thought of her teacher at that moment. She was scared. She didn’t know why she was. It just felt like everything was falling down.

The fact that her body wasn’t becoming hers—no, this body wasn’t hers, to begin with, but she was frightened because it felt like it was how things were unfolding. To be accepting Sidrain’s finger in a place she didn’t even think about, wetting her bottom as though she had peed, and the fact that she was showing all of this—all of her— to him was shameful and scary. It was good that Sidrain was positioned behind her, or else she might have asked him to stop.

“You’re scared, even after becoming this wet?” Sidrain asked. Iris nodded. She was more scared because she was that wet.

“I, it’s weird. My, body, isn’t my body. No, it’s because it’s not my body.” Iris whispered incoherently.

She couldn’t string a proper sentence, but Sidrain understood her. She was quite a rational person. From Sidrain’s perspective, she arrived at a weird conclusion, but even so, she was always trying to think rationally. On everything.

But from here on, it was instinct. That was what she was afraid of.

Sidrain took his finger from her, and then he laid her properly. Iris’s face was white as a sheet.

“Look closely, Iris.”

Sidrain spoke as he began to take his clothes off on top of her. In an instant, he was completely bare. The way he undressed himself was so flawless that Iris watched him in spite of herself. Eventually, she looked at a man’s naked body properly.

It was completely different from hers. It had scars, lots of muscles, a huge and flat chest, and his black red giant thing was up hard. The thing that was so up that it might touch the bottom of her stomach was grotesque and Iris tried to turn her head, but Sidrain stopped her. He placed his hand between Iris’s legs, wetting his fingers with her juice, and smothered his penis with it slowly, like telling her to watch.

“Your juice and mine are being mixed,” he said, his voice coarse.

Iris didn’t realize her breaths were becoming heavy as she watched. The man before her looked down at her with eyes that looked like they were burning. Those were prideful eyes, believing that they knew everything. Like God, thought Iris. Those eyes knew their possessions and were certain that they could protect their destiny.

“You and I are being mixed,” whispered Sidrain.

Iris’s heart pounded loudly, and it thumped so loud that her ears hurt. There was nothing else in the world. The bed was like a ship floating around the darkness in the middle of a sea. There was no teacher or Magic Tower. Iris didn’t know if they were to ever appear in her life again, and when that day would come, but she was sure it was not now.

Iris lifted her hand and stretched out to Sidrain, albeit trembling. She was now understanding the meaning of this act. This was sharing. Sharing of shame. She didn’t know what was at the end of it.

Sidrain accepted her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers.

“It’s okay, now,” Iris spoke. For the first time, she smiled.

At that sight, Sidrain lowered his face and looked into Iris’s eyes. He seemed like a carnivore planning to devour his prey, but the deer harbored no look of fright.

Iris laughed and pulled Sidrain’s neck with her other hand.

“Sid, I like you.”