Chapter 140: Farewell Gift

“You—you’ve gone too far!”

Beiren grit her teeth and pinched Siloque’s face.

She pinched very hard.

However, it didn’t hurt Siloque at all.

Since they started dating, it was difficult to see her act shy, but she would get very agitated whenever further physical contact was mentioned.

Composed on the surface, she was actually quite embarrassed deep down.

“Beiren, did you know?”

“Huh?”

“If there are breasts, one must touch them. It’s a man’s destiny.”

“You really are an idiot—!”

Beiren pulled at Siloque’s face with both hands as if stretching dough.

“Because this time, I’ll be staying in the Dungeon for a very long time. If I encounter any danger, I might not even leave a full corpse. To make sure I don’t leave any regrets, please let me touch them.”

Siloque looked at Beiren with sincere, earnest eyes.

“Mmm-mmm…”

Beiren didn’t know what to say.

Why did Siloque always make such ridiculous requests with a straight face?

What made her even more angry was herself.

She almost wanted to agree.

‘It must be the dopamine playing tricks on me. I’m not such a loose woman.’

She really didn’t want to be led by the nose by Siloque all the time.

“Beiren, there’s nothing wrong with a boyfriend and girlfriend doing this. It’s proof of a good relationship.”

“Give me a break, Siloque. What does a good relationship have to do with gro… groping breasts? I feel like if I let you touch them, you’ll start grabbing that while I’m not around…”

Beiren recalled her knowledge from Physiology and Hygiene.

“Grab what?”

“Damn it, you’re doing it on purpose!” Beiren snapped, her face flushing with anger.

“Fine, Beiren. If you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

Siloque lowered his head dejectedly.

“Eh? You…”

He gave up so quickly.

Beiren was caught off guard.

“I was just saying. With my current skill level, wanting to touch my girlfriend’s breasts is indeed a pipe dream. Let’s just wait until you’re ready, Beiren.”

Looking at Siloque’s resigned expression, Beiren felt a sense of reluctance and pity.

She bit her cherry-pink lip, her fair skin stained crimson from her rising body temperature.

“I… I never said you couldn’t!”

Ah.

The moment the words left her mouth, Beiren regretted it.

Beneath the shadow of his black hair, on his delicate face, Siloque was smirking.

‘This guy—!’

Things had already come to this; it would be too unseemly to back out now.

“Tch… Fine. If we’re going to do it, do it quickly. Only the breasts, okay? Anything else… is absolutely not allowed!”

Beiren glared at Siloque.

Mainly, she didn’t want her first time to be in a room smelling of disinfectant.

Siloque smiled calmly.

“Mhm, that’s enough. I promise I won’t do anything further.”

Beiren’s hands crossed awkwardly over her chest.

Soon, she closed her eyes and let her hands drop down.

Her whole body was tense.

But deep down, there was a tiny, tiny bit—really just a tiny bit!—of anticipation.

No matter how much material she had read about the human body, her practical experience was still zero.

‘What does it feel like to have your breasts massaged by the person you like?’

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t curious.

“…?”

Beiren waited with her eyes closed for a long time, but the expected sensation never came.

Instead, she heard the sound of rushing water.

She slightly lifted her right eyelid and found that Siloque was washing his hands at the sink.

“…What are you doing?”

Siloque carefully cleaned both hands with soap and then used a paper towel to absorb every drop of water.

He took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed, meeting Beiren’s eyes.

“Since it’s the first time I’m touching them, I should be formal. Well then, here I go for real.”

Siloque took out a hair tie and pulled his hair into a ponytail.

So solemn.

It gave Beiren the illusion that she was about to undergo a ritual.

Beiren also took off her shoes and sat on the bed in a W-sitting posture.

Her calves and feet were tucked against the outside of her thighs, her buttocks were flush against the bed, and her back was held perfectly straight, forming a stable pyramid shape.

The two looked at each other.

The surroundings were quiet.

Only the faint shouts of school clubs could be heard outside the window, along with the sound of her own heartbeat.

‘Wait? It seems I’m not that nervous anymore.’

“Hmph, let’s just get this over with.”

“Beiren, open your eyes. Look at me.”

“……….”

Under Siloque’s gentle persuasion, Beiren let out a soft sigh.

Throwing caution to the wind, she looked directly at him.

“Do I need to take off my clothes?”

“You can if you want.”

Siloque was snickering.

Beiren decided not to.

She realized she was doing something scandalous in the School.

‘Calm down. Think of this as a physical exam, just with the roles reversed.’

Just imagining taking off her clothes in front of Siloque made her heart feel like it was going to leap out of her chest.

She was afraid Siloque wouldn’t be able to help himself, and she was afraid that she… wouldn’t be able to, either.

“—!!”

Before Beiren could react, Siloque kissed her.

“Ah… mmm—!”

Just like that, they engaged in a wild and intense kiss.

Her entire face felt hot.

Beiren, flushed, opened her hazy eyes and looked at Siloque with moist pupils.

When their tongues intertwined and they sought each other out wantonly, the strength drained from her entire body.

“Mmm… mm-chu… haaaah…?”

When Siloque pulled his tongue back, Beiren felt a sense of anxiety rise from deep within.

“…Why was it a kiss?”

Although she didn’t hate it.

“Don’t rush. One step at a time.”

Siloque reached out—

‘It’s really coming this time…!’

Beiren swallowed hard, watching Siloque’s pale hand get closer and closer to her.

“…Ah.”

Why!

Siloque used his fingertips to caress the tender white skin on Beiren’s upper thigh that wasn’t covered by her over-knee socks.

He traced from the top of her thigh to the side.

At first, he used one finger, then two, then three.

The pressure was gentle and light, perfectly balanced, making Beiren itch with a restlessness she couldn’t endure.

‘My body… how did it become so sensitive?’

On second thought, every time Siloque touched her body, he was massaging her acupoints…

She couldn’t take it anymore; she couldn’t think…

“Ah… mmm…”

Every time Siloque’s fingertips moved, Beiren’s body would tremble in waves, and sweet sounds would leak from her lips.

“Beiren, your thighs are your weak point. It’s very cute.”

Siloque seemed to be handling this with ease, which made Beiren feel irritated.

His technique was so skillful that Beiren felt as though she were in a dream.

A surge of heat gathered in her lower abdomen—a dangerous surge of heat.

“You… you look so cute, but you’re such a pervert… I said… nothing other than the breasts…”

She tried to reach out to stop him, only to find she had no strength left.

Ignoring her bravado, he pressed in toward her lips and kissed her.

In that instant—

“Mmm! —Ah, haaaah!”

Beiren suddenly let out a sweet cry, her body arching violently as she trembled uncontrollably.

Beiren instinctively cried out because Siloque hadn’t kissed her lips; he had kissed her neck.

“Um… Siloque, didn’t you say… you’d touch my breasts…”

Beiren’s voice carried a hint of pleading.

She felt like she was being played with by Siloque like a toy.

If this continued, things would get bad.

Something deep inside told her she had to make Siloque finish quickly.

Otherwise, a certain Line regarding ethics would snap.

But she had made the wrong choice.

After this series of warm-up activities, her body’s sensitivity had reached a critical point.

All it needed was a single catalyst for a massive explosion, and that was—

“Here it comes.”

The black-haired youth before her smiled radiantly, his hands touching Beiren’s breasts for the first time.

“—…!”

Under the trembling pleasure caused by having her breasts massaged for the first time, Beiren’s vision went white.

Her consciousness flickered momentarily.

As her vision slowly returned to normal, she saw that Siloque was still by her side.

She felt so safe.

It was so warm.

Beiren leaned against Siloque’s shoulder, her body completely limp.

Siloque held her, gently smoothing her brown hair.

“This is my parting gift to you, my dear Beiren. Oh—you really are greedy.”

Her body acted faster than her mind.

Beiren took the initiative to seal Siloque’s lips with her own, then whispered into his ear.

“…Siloque, you bastard. I’m not done with you.”

Slap!