Chapter 49
Bianca Shamal really did love this thing called kissing.
She liked an approach that was gentle yet forceful, too.
Carlisle knew that, so he always put considerable effort in from the moment they began kissing.
He wanted to be inside her right away. His lower body was already rigid, almost painfully so. But Carlisle wanted them both to enjoy it. He wanted her to feel good.
“Mm… haa…”
So Carlisle squeezed her petite body tightly in one arm, while with his other hand he held the crown of her head as though pinning it in place, guiding her toward him.
“Stick out your tongue, Bianca.”
And when their breaths mingled, he could see the woman in his arms gradually melt into a dazed smile. That only made them lose themselves in it more and more.
His sturdy arm supported the slender woman's waist. A slow, shallow kiss, as though caressing her. He lightly sucked her lips, then swept over the soft inside of her mouth.
Saliva that seemed faintly sweet, ragged breaths.
The feel of a firm body, the feel of a soft body. Simply a man and a woman.
Hot desire could be felt in his subdued golden eyes.
‘Something's dangerous…’
They were only kissing, and he was merely stroking her nape and holding her tight. Yet Vita's head had been spinning for quite some time already.
‘He's… strong.’
It felt like being bound, like she had become the other person's possession. It was somehow frustrating, and she resented being made to dance to his tune.
Her impatience grew. Her body grew hot.
“Mmh… mm…”
So before she knew it, Vita had wrapped her slender arms around the back of Carlisle's sturdy neck.
Their eyes met now and then without a word, whenever they paused to catch their breath. Even then, their lips would lightly meet.
Smack- smack-
More precisely, it was Vita who couldn't.
She couldn't turn away from the gaze fixed on her.
It felt as though she would be swallowed up, sucked in. The longing reflected in those golden eyes was so deep and hot that it was enough to steal her gaze.
When the hand at the back of her neck tightened again, Vita could do nothing—truly nothing—but respond to him in a thoroughly disheveled state, panting heavily.
Touch, sight, and even hearing.
The tips of their noses rubbed together little by little. Their lips rubbed wetly against each other. The sound of their wet lips brushing reached her ears.
“Do you like it, Bianca?”
Carlisle's low voice reached her right beside her ear, so Vita tried to turn her head away, pretending not to notice.
“I-I do…!”
Don't get so smug.
Carlisle could be insensitive in the strangest ways sometimes. No, really.
That was what she meant: even when she was enjoying herself, words like that could cool her off.
But Vita, who was about to sulk for a moment, suddenly flinched in surprise with a startled little hiccup.
“…?!”
Her body jerked in surprise.
Because she wasn't wearing underwear, and because his palm was rubbing wildly beneath her shirt.
“Your nipples are completely hard?”
“Haa… ngh…”
Unable to answer and merely letting out moans, Vita blushed bright red. She had been flushed already, but now she was a complete tomato.
Carlisle's remark had made her feel no small amount of shame.
So Vita desperately tried to push him away.
“I-I’m not doing this-!”
I'm not doing this sort of thing with you. But Vita's hands were far too small and frail. He soon overpowered them.
“Not doing what, exactly?”
Carlisle pulled her soft feminine body against him again, leaving it unable to move, then asked with a teasing smile.
“So, Bianca. Why did you provoke me?”
“P-provoke you…?”
Vita tried to deny it with her flushed face, but it felt pointless.
“It absolutely wasn't anything like that.”
“Really? Truly?”
When Vita nodded, Carlisle chuckled.
“No, it wasn't.”
“It wasn't what…!”
Before she could react any further, they began kissing again.
***
“Mm… mmmph…”
This time, more roughly.
Her breath was trapped completely. She could feel his lust.
A somewhat rough kiss. At the same time, a large hand slipped inside her shirt.
“Hng, no…!”
Vita tried to shake her head, but Carlisle's head followed hers, stealing all her breath.
Her two soft breasts were crushed in his hand, and her stiffly raised nipples were rubbed as though claimed by his rough-feeling palm.
Her smooth, curving hips pressed against his firm lower body. He was pulling her toward him.
‘Ah, I'm dizzy…’
A feverish warmth spread through her body. Before she knew it, that warmth had spread like a wildfire. She felt no longer able to control her body's desire.
Vita Shamal knew it. Even with her thoughts growing hazy, she knew it clearly.
‘This isn't a competition…’
This wasn't a competition. It clearly wasn't, and yet.
It wasn't as if she were realizing that for the first time, but for some reason, she found it hard to resist the flow.
She was held tightly in the large man's arms.
Unable to move at all, completely overpowered.
Her breath kept being stolen, the back of her head held in place. Meanwhile, her whole body was hot as though scorched by fire.
‘This kind of thing…’
There was no way she could resist.
Her head felt as if it might spin off. At the same time, a very strange, inexpressible emotion enveloped Vita's entire body.
‘Just like this, just…’
The desire to surrender herself.
When it came to Carlisle Schultz, she was often swept away by this subtle emotion she couldn't put into words.
They had already done it several times.
Her body knew how hard he worked for her, and how pleasurable what came afterward would be.
“Tell me honestly, just once.”
A low voice reached her. It was a voice just as consumed by heat as hers.
“You meant to do it, didn't you? On purpose?”
“W-what…!”
It was nonsense. She truly hadn't intended it.
Vita tried to gather her wits and argue back, but—
“Otherwise, you wouldn't be this wet.”
At Carlisle's follow-up remark, Vita looked down at herself and was rendered speechless.
‘Oh, shit…!’
The wet marks were plainly visible all over her shorts.
“No, this is…”
Vita's face went scarlet as she tried to cover herself down below, but at the same time, her body floated up into the air.
“Let's go to bed now.”
It looked like it was about to begin. In other words, the main event.
Embarrassed, Vita blurted out whatever came to mind.
“Y-you…! Do you know how much trouble I had doing the laundry last time?!”
“That wasn't my fault, was it…?”
Carlisle's logical rebuttal.
“Wasn't it because you got wet from being far too sensitive?”
“That was because of you…!”
At the same time, Vita's body was tossed onto the soft bed, and in an instant Carlisle stripped her of her top and bottoms. With a loose T-shirt and shorts, it was absurdly easy.
She wasn't wearing underwear either, so Vita's bare skin was exposed to the air.
***
Carlisle asked with a laugh.
“I made you that way?”
“Y-yes!”
Her face was bright red.
“Why are you taking my clothes off all of a sudden?!”
Even then, her eyes were sharp.
Yet, in contrast to that glare, her two legs were shyly drawn together. How cute she was.
Carlisle's head spun, and he had to stop for a moment.
Ever since he had seen today's photos, he had been waiting for this moment—for this moment of tumbling around with Bianca.
“You have to do what needs doing, Bianca, right?”
His words were relaxed, but his actions were anything but.
Carlisle roughly tossed off his pants and moved to the side of the bed. As he started to lie down, a small hand stopped him.
“This is a competition too.”
Well, it was the natural next step.
“Don't laugh. Be serious!”
“You want to have a serious competition?”
“Then of course I do-!”
“If we're having a serious competition in bed, I'm all for it.”
Carlisle chuckled and replied that he understood.
The rest followed naturally.
He lay beside her and drove her senseless.
He licked, rubbed, and sucked various places.
“Ahh, ngh…!”
Until she couldn't think straight at all.
“W-wait…!”
“You said it was a serious competition.”
He marked various parts of her flushed, beautiful body with his color.
Her delicate earlobes, soft and yielding breasts, her navel—adorable yet alluring—and even the space between her thighs.
“Ah, seriously…”
With such painstaking care and delicacy that it left her flustered, he left marks with his lips and hands. The more red traces he left on her pale, translucent skin, the more satisfied he felt.
He was stamping her as his: Bianca Shamal was his woman.
She was as slender as a fawn and as coquettish as a cat.
“You look pretty today.”
So Carlisle didn't forget to tell her she was pretty, either. That was the most basic thing of all.
But today, he was the one who had been provoked, so he tossed in a few teasing remarks here and there.
When she was so steeped in pleasure that she couldn't think straight,
Carlisle slowly lowered his head.
“You're dripping like crazy. Is it because your cunt is so pathetic?”
Her hot, damp cleft. When he touched the little bead between its folds, her body trembled.
“Ngh, you…!”
In Carlisle Schultz's interpretation, that meant she wanted more, so he continued teasing her with his words and covered it with his hand.
“Even the fine hair is so soft, and it looks incredibly pretty.”
When he took his hand away, it seemed to have loosened up in that brief moment.
“You… ngh… you're seriously going to die-?!”
She shouted that while trying to sit up, but the hot cleft below was already welling with her fluids. Carlisle immediately licked every drop away with gusto.
Perhaps it was because she was the woman he loved.
Even Bianca Shamal's fluids seemed sweet to Carlisle.
Her body jolted, and her hips rose into the air.
“Haaang…! What are you…”
He had placed a pillow beneath her slender waist. His large, rough hands pressed down on her small lower abdomen while his head remained buried below.
Compared with Carlisle himself, she was tiny, delicate, innocent, and cute beyond words—and despite all that, she was coquettish enough to unwittingly bewitch men.
At Bianca Shamal's most vulnerable and secret place.
“Ahh, ngh…!”
Stimulated by the sight and the overwhelming sensation below, Vita came quickly. Gripping Carlisle's head with both hands, she covered her mouth with one arm and tried to hold back her loud moans.
***
In any case, once they had decided it was a competition, this was a competition now!
And this was already several rounds in.
Lying limp in the afterglow of her first climax, Vita recovered her strength.
‘This is going to be a problem if it continues like this.’
After managing to score a small victory over him last time, Vita had gained confidence.
So this time, too, she intended to stake everything on a decisive move.
By then, Carlisle was putting a condom on his erection.
-Be sure to use protection.
Her mother's advice came back to Vita, making her blush slightly. When you looked at him sometimes, that guy was diligent in useless areas. Of course, using protection was only natural. If he didn't use one, they obviously wouldn't do it.
Anyway.
“I can do it too!”
Vita said that, and Carlisle no longer even looked flustered by her words.
What is it this time?
He was looking at her with an expression that seemed to say exactly that.
“From now on, just stay still.”
She was still somehow annoyed at always being the one on the receiving end.
Even though she had no idea what to do, Vita made that declaration with her face bright red.
‘I guess I just have to put it in.’
She had seen a scene like this in a book once. The woman was the one who moved.
“…Sure, have it your way.”
Of course, from Carlisle's perspective, it was not an offer he would refuse.
After standing there for a moment, he had a good idea. Carlisle gave a snicker and brought over something.
“Try it. Once.”
Then Carlisle lay down.
What he held out, astonishingly, was none other than a history workbook.
Vita was dumbfounded.
“What is this?”
“You said you had to study hard.”
“No, I mean…”
Had he lost his mind? Studying in this state?
But then a thought suddenly occurred to Vita, and she swallowed dryly.
It was ridiculous, but—
Thinking about it, wasn't it actually a somewhat good idea?
Maybe being on top would give her some leeway. Besides, studying might not be a bad choice, since focusing on it could distract her attention.
‘This might actually be useful for winning this competition.’
Yes, exactly!
Vita had always thought Carlisle had the advantage because he was always the one pushing things forward.
Because he could control the pace according to his own rhythm.
‘But now I can…’
She would take the initiative first, and even divert her pleasure by studying, thereby claiming victory!
For all that, she was quite confident in her concentration.
‘Let's try it, just once…’
Vita was certain this was a battle worth attempting.
But once it actually began, after a little time had passed.
“Mmh! Ahh…”
Vita moved her hips awkwardly, forcing herself to do so.
The hand holding the workbook began to tremble.
“You should keep reading, Bianca, shouldn't you?”
Carlisle, on the other hand, was relaxed.
‘What is this…?’
What on earth was this supposed to be?
Trembling at the waist, Vita forced herself to read the workbook in response to his prompting.
“One of the most important of King Charles's social achievements was… mm, ngh…!”
“The reform of the tax system. Read on, keep going.”
“I-I can't…”
But she had her pride.
She absolutely couldn't say she couldn't do it.
And just as Vita was trembling in tiny shivers—
Smack-
“Hyaaah-?!”
Suddenly she was spanked, and after a startled moan, Vita hurriedly covered her mouth in embarrassment.