Chapter 114: Tasting Every Part of Her (2) [R-18]

Kitahara supported the back of her head with one hand, while the other gently caressed her shapely buttocks through her skirt. Hayami Rina let out soft nasal sounds, her body growing increasingly limp, almost clinging to him.

When they were both breathless from the kiss, Kitahara slightly parted them, but his lips were still pressed against hers, his voice low and husky:

"Is this... okay?"

His fingers gently pressed on the buttons on Hayami Rina’s chest. Hayami Rina nodded shyly and helped him unbutton the front of her dress. The white fabric slowly slid down, revealing her E-cup breasts, clad only in a thin lace bra, and her snow-white skin trembling slightly with excitement.

Kitahara lowered his head and took one of the nipples into his mouth, his tongue gently circling it, while his other hand tenderly caressed the other nipple, his thumb slowly kneading it. Hayami Rina tilted her head back, letting out a suppressed yet sweet moan:

"Mmm... Ah... Kitahara-kun... It feels so good... Be gentle..."

She held his head in her hands, her fingers running through his hair, her waist twisting unconsciously. Kitahara didn’t rush down, but patiently lingered his lips and tongue on her chest, kissing from her nipples to her collarbone, and then behind her ears, each kiss gentle yet carrying a strong possessive desire.

Hayami Rina’s breathing grew increasingly erratic, her legs weakened slightly, and finally, Kitahara lifted her up and placed her on the edge of the bed. She willingly spread her legs, letting him stand in front of her, and continued their deep kiss. Their tongues intertwined so passionately they almost melted together, saliva forming thin strands, the air filled with the ambiguous sounds of water.

"Kitahara-kun... I love being kissed by you like this..." she gasped, murmuring intermittently between kisses, her eyes completely softened into a pool of spring water.

The desire in Kitahara’s heart was ignited by this gentleness and grew stronger, but he restrained himself from going any further. He simply used his fingers to gently stroke the most sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, again and again, teasing her to the extreme.

Hayami Rina’s moans grew increasingly broken. By the end of the kiss, she was completely draped over Kitahara, her legs weak, the hem of her white dress completely lifted to her waist. Kitahara’s fingers were still slowly thrusting in and out of her already soaked vulva, while his thumb precisely pressed on her swollen clitoris.

"Ah... Kitahara-kun... No... I’m... I’m going to come...!"

Hayami Rina suddenly arched her body violently, her vagina spasming intensely, and clear love fluid sprayed onto Kitahara’s palm. She let out a sweet, long moan, tears welling in her eyes, her tongue slightly protruding, and she completely collapsed into his arms.

At the very moment of her climax, Kitahara gave her no chance to catch her breath.

He scooped up Hayami Rina, who was still convulsing, and pressed her onto the bed. He spread her long, snow-white thighs, aimed his thick, hard penis at her still-spasming opening, and thrust his hips forward, penetrating her completely.

"ah--!!!"

Hayami Rina screamed, her climax not yet fully over before being suddenly filled again. Her body trembled violently, her E-cup breasts heaving wildly. She gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles white, and cried out:

"Kitahara-kun...it’s too deep...I just had an orgasm...I’m still trembling...ah...!"

Kitahara let out a low growl and began to thrust violently. Each thrust reached its deepest point, making Hayami Rina’s upturned buttocks slap loudly. He grabbed one of her breasts with one hand and kneaded it forcefully, while the other hand continued to massage her sensitive clitoris, giving her no time to recover.

Hayami Rina’s moans spiraled completely out of control, turning from sweet sobs into broken screams:

"Ah...ah...Kitahara-kun..."

In just a few minutes, she was brought to orgasm again. This time it was even more intense than before. Her body arched into a bow shape, and her vagina contracted violently as if trying to snap his penis. A large amount of love juice mixed with her previous bodily fluids sprayed out, making a mess of the sheets.

Kitahara, however, grew more vigorous with each thrust. He flipped Hayami Rina over, making her kneel on the bed, and began to pound into her from behind with even greater ferocity. He gripped her slender waist with both hands, pounding into her deepest depths like a pile driver.

Hayami Rina cried out as her third climax came quickly. She slumped forward, her face buried in the pillow, but her buttocks were still raised high, welcoming his thrusts.

Time passed by unnoticed. Kitahara tried various positions—normal position, side entry, riding position, and even lifting her up and standing up for rear entry—and immediately continued his assault after each orgasm, giving Hayami Rina no chance to catch her breath.

Hayami Rina had completely broken down. Her voice went from screaming to hoarse sobs, and then from sobs to nothing but broken murmurs:

"Kitahara-kun...shoot inside...I want Kitahara-kun...to shoot it all inside..."

Kitahara, amidst another violent spasm of climax, roared as he ejaculated his hot, thick semen deep into Hayami Rina’s womb!

This was already the umpteenth time he had ejaculated inside her today; Hayami Rina’s lower abdomen was even slightly swollen, and the overflowing semen continued to flow down her inner thighs.

Hayami Rina lay limp on the bed, panting, her eyes glazed, drool still clinging to her lips, yet a blissful smile lingered on her face as she murmured softly:

"...Kitahara-kun... I... I’m completely broken by you...I’m so happy..."

Kitahara picked up her body, which was covered in sweat and bodily fluids, and gently kissed her forehead.

Outside the window, it was already completely dark.

Hayami Rina lay limply on the bed, her snow-white skin covered in fine beads of sweat and faint hickeys. Her E-cup breasts trembled slightly with her rapid breathing, and her lower abdomen was slightly swollen, filled with the thick semen that Kitahara had ejaculated into her multiple times. She didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger; she simply turned her head, looking at Kitahara sitting on the edge of the bed with her watery eyes, her voice hoarse but filled with a satisfied smile:

"...Kitahara-kun...you’re really going to ruin me...Today...I’ve been working on this since noon..."

Kitahara chuckled softly and gently brushed the wet hair that clung to her cheek behind her ear. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard Hayami Rina’s stomach rumble at an inopportune moment.

Hayami Rina’s face instantly turned bright red. She wanted to bury her face in the pillow in embarrassment, but Kitahara gently lifted her chin.

...

Rena-chan had also returned to the guest room to rest.

Tonight, her gains could be described as bountiful.

At the very beginning, her mind had been completely unable to settle down and enter a focused state of drawing.

However, seeing Kitahara-kun working so selflessly, and thinking about how such an outstanding man was still working so hard, Hayami Rena couldn’t help feeling ashamed of herself.

What on earth am I doing?

She couldn’t help but ponder privately:

What use is there in blindly overthinking unrealistic things all day? What can truly attract the affection of an outstanding person like Kitahara-kun is only by continuously improving myself and becoming equally remarkable!

At this thought, Rena-chan stopped indulging in those airy, unrealistic daydreams and readjusted her mindset.

She would no longer be that person who only engaged in wishful thinking while refusing to cherish opportunities and put them into action.

Things went much smoother after that.

She successfully copied several concept sketches of the male and female leads, earning praise from Kitahara-kun.

Furthermore, under his guidance, her own skills improved. Rena-chan could clearly feel that she had grasped the core character traits of the male and female leads, mastering how to capture their unique charm and aura through her brush.

During this time, she received meticulous guidance from Kitahara-kun—from how to apply lines, to better capturing a character’s expression and emotion...

Learning how not to just mechanically sketch their outward appearance, but to truly understand and master how to use her brush to reveal their rich and colorful inner worlds.

To be honest, Hayami Rena was genuinely captivated by Kitahara Chiki’s talent!

She couldn’t believe that such an outstanding man truly existed in this world.

He was gentle and refined, highly skilled, patient and detail-oriented, and overflowing with talent!

There was a time when Hayami Rena had been utterly disappointed in men.

Yet today, after feeling the spring-breeze-like warmth Kitahara brought her, she began to harbor expectations once more!

Mainly because Kitahara-kun was simply too exceptional!