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It would be a lie to say he had never imagined what was beneath Iris's clothes.
In early summer, the wind blowing over the cliffs often seeped between Iris's hair and her clothes. Every time it did, he saw the nape of her neck beneath the waving, fine silver hair, and the flawless lines of her body continuing below.
He had once been tempted by a woman in the capital wearing clothes so thin they were practically transparent. The female form visible beneath the delicate, dragonfly-wing-like fabric was so explicit that the subordinates who came to drag her out couldn't even lift their heads.
But Rahan had been unfazed. In fact, he had found it irritating. Riet had even suspected him, asking, ‘How can you just let her out looking like that? Do you... not have anything down there?’
But why was it? Compared to the clothes worn by the noble ladies of the capital or the Grand Duchy, the clothes Iris wore were incredibly plain.
Yet, even when only a small amount of bare skin showed through those plain clothes, Rahan had imagined a hundred different things.
But now that he was facing the reality, Rahan realized that his imagination had been quite poor.
Now that she was in her under-tunic, with her outer garment removed, Iris's shoulders and breasts were revealed. A soft shadow fell between the tightly squeezed cleavage.
He couldn't take his eyes off her. At some point, he had wondered if his eyes were deceiving him because Iris's breasts seemed more swollen than when he first saw her.
Now that the top was off, he could see the breasts filling out the tight under-tunic.
“....”
Iris looked at Rahan hesitantly, and as soon as their eyes met, she dropped her gaze in embarrassment.
Because of that, her chest line heaved and swayed slightly. It was a very small movement, but enough to make Rahan stop breathing. Her restless fingertips were hovering and fidgeting at the tips of her rounded breasts.
Rahan unconsciously licked his lips. He was thirsty.
“Want some help?”
The head that glanced back up at Rahan nodded minutely. With a flushed face, she reached out.
The lace-up strings of the under-tunic were designed to be tightened from the front so that one could put it on without help.
His thick fingertips untied the knots and pulled them straight. As the fabric pressing against her skin loosened, the pale flesh relaxed.
As he hooked his finger to create a gap between the crossed strings at the bottom, her rounded breasts easily revealed themselves.
It was stimulating.
Rahan was not a man of great patience. Moreover, in this situation, there was no way he could resist placing his hands on them.
Unable to do anything about the heat surging below, the man kissed Iris's cheek and the bridge of her nose while gently grasping her breasts. They were maddeningly soft.
“Hng...”
Iris was equally nervous. This was the first time she had shown her body to someone in this way.
Furthermore, the feeling of her breasts being kneaded. Her breath grew short. It would be a lie to say the palms, calloused from gripping a sword, felt pleasant, but that made it even more erotic.
The hands gripping her breasts were cautious at first, but gradually grew rougher as he could no longer contain his desire.
It wasn't hard for the fidgeting fingers to find the small nodules buried beneath the pale skin. The man pinched the berries between his fingers, rubbing and kneading them. However, the shy peaks, having never been touched by another, did not reveal themselves easily.
“Ugh...”
It was when Rahan took her breast into his mouth that Iris let out an involuntary moan.
Goosebumps erupted. Immediately after, heat surged down her spine.
The tip of the tongue that had been ravaging her mouth was now teasing the tip of Iris's breast. Moans that hadn't even come out when they were kissing now burst forth relentlessly.
“Nngh...”
Iris unconsciously writhed her body.
The man moved his thigh out of the way to make it easier for Iris to move. But that was by no means for Iris's benefit.
As soon as Iris raised her knee, her white thigh was revealed due to the rolled-up skirt, and the man slid his knee back in between them. Iris flinched in surprise, but it was useless. Their legs were already locked together.
She had never spread her legs like this in her life!
“Wait...”
Tense, Iris's lower abdomen contracted sharply. Rahan pulled his lips away from her breast and looked at her. The sight of his mouth wet and glistening was strikingly erotic.
While unable to take her eyes off those lips, Iris murmured softly.
“I'm embarrassed...”
“Embarrassed?”
“...Only I'm...”
To say she was embarrassed to have her legs spread and breasts sucked by a man, Iris knew too much.
A marital relationship was supposed to be like that. Absurdly, Eridrahan had made it so that humans must spread their legs to accept one another in order to conceive life.
But oh, Eridrahan! If that was the case, You shouldn't have given me a sense of shame!
With a bright red face, she made an excuse.
“Only I'm undressed...”
However, Iris soon regretted saying that. Rahan, with an 'ah' expression, gave a light peck to the curve of her breast and then sat up to rip off his own shirt.
Iris, who had been unconsciously covering her upper body, widened her eyes.
Broad, firm shoulders and a chest were revealed. It was the body of a knight. Skin loved by the sun. Along with hard-trained muscles, there were scars crossing here and there, testifying to six years of expedition.
Iris felt absurd looking at the man kneeling before her.
The Church of Eridrahan recommends modest dress for all, regardless of age or gender, as the human body awakens unnecessary desires. However, people in the world acted as if that only applied to women.
But right now, Iris wanted to jump up, go to the cliff, and scream.
People of the world! A man's body is more suggestive!
Of course, she couldn't do that now. Rahan, who had bundled up his discarded shirt, gave her a smirk.
“It's a bit unsightly, isn't it?”
No! It's not!
She wanted to say that, but strangely, the words wouldn't come out, so Iris only shook her head. Rahan smiled again, cupped her cheeks, and devoured her lips. Iris's breasts pressed against the dense chest of the man.
“Hng...”
The tip of his tongue was sweet. She liked the feeling of skin brushing and rubbing. Rahan moved the hand that had been rubbing her cheek down to gently stroke and caress Iris's breast.
It was the other side from where he had been licking. Then, he gently touched and tickled the tip of the nipple with his finger. As soon as the bud inside the flesh poked its head out, he quickly seized it, and the stimulation made her lower half grow wet automatically.
“Ugh...”
Only whimpering sounds escaped her. Due to the excessive stimulation, Iris forgot she was even kissing Rahan and simply surrendered her body, letting out moans.
The more he rubbed the firm areola, the more her lower abdomen twitched. Saliva pooled heavily between their locked lips.
“Ah!”
Rahan buried his nose in her breast again. He lightly bit the curve of her breast with his teeth, and when he swallowed the areola, Iris groaned. He was treating her as gently as possible, but since it was the first time, his touch was inevitably clumsy.
Despite that, Iris was responding faithfully to Rahan. Though they were small, suppressed moans, they were clearly audible to Rahan.
As he rolled the nipple in his mouth with his tongue, he felt Iris tense up in his arms.
While rubbing her back, he bit the underside of her breast. At the sound of a sharp moan, he wondered if she liked it there. Simultaneously, he reached out and lifted her thigh.
Feeling a strange sensation, Iris unconsciously writhed. But on the narrow bed, there was nowhere for Iris to retreat.
In the end, Iris ended up rubbing her groin against Rahan's thigh.
“!”
Iris unconsciously jolted and opened her eyes. Her gaze met the man's.
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