Chapter 85: The Sin Committed in a Dream - 4

Isolde prided herself on being somewhat accustomed to kissing.

Yet she quickly realized that was nothing more than the youthful arrogance of a virgin.

Chuuuu.

Ian’s kiss felt better than anything Isolde had ever experienced.

‘It feels like his tongue is storming inside me.’

Like wind that had swept through every corner of a house, Ian’s tongue stirred through Isolde’s mouth.

It even toyed with her resisting tongue, and they exchanged saliva.

‘Could kissing really feel this good?’

It was on an entirely different level from the peck-like kiss they had shared last time.

It gave her tremendous satisfaction not only emotionally, but physically as well.

The sense of connection, as though she were joined to the man she loved through the tips of their tongues. Isolde blissfully sank into that new world.

Squeeze.

‘H-he’s touching me.’

As he kissed her, Ian also groped Isolde’s body.

First her thighs, then her waist, and then her breasts.

His touch on her breasts in particular was extremely blatant.

It felt as though he were declaring that they belonged to him.

‘I-I should touch him too, right?’

Having never gone any further than this, Isolde watched Ian’s reaction as she touched his body.

At first, she tried to touch his chest as he had touched hers.

Then her heart began pounding at the feel of a man’s firm chest.

‘It’s so hard.’

Excited by his muscular, rock-hard body, Isolde next touched Ian’s abs.

Though she did not realize it herself, she was surprisingly sexually attracted to a man’s body.

"Hnngh?!"

When Ian began to fondle her pussy, Isolde’s body trembled.

A man’s touch had reached the forbidden place she had never permitted anyone to enter, sending an electrifying sensation through her as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Was that too sudden?"

"N-no."

Isolde answered Ian’s concern with difficulty.

"If you want to, Ian, you can touch me as much as you like. My body belongs to you now."

Breathing hotly against Ian’s ear, Isolde whispered.

"You can do whatever you want to me, Ian."

Her words were a seductive whisper, a subtle jealousy toward Isabelle.

She was indirectly letting him know that she, too, wanted to be loved by Ian just like Isabelle was.

"Really?"

Ian noticed her brazen intention, but he did not particularly mind.

Instead, he gave Isolde precisely what she wanted.

As he looked forward to the sight of her soon crying out in pleasure.

"Then I won’t hold back."

Ian spread open Isolde’s dew-soaked pussy.

Her pink inner flesh and clit came into view.

"Ugh!"

Ian was looking at her most intimate place, and Isolde was so embarrassed that she shut her eyes.

It was not a good choice.

Squelch, squelch.

As Ian’s finger entered her pussy, Isolde could vividly feel his touch.

‘It went in. Ian’s hand is inside me!’

Like an explorer feeling his way through a dark cave, Ian gradually learned the inside of Isolde’s body.

"Is it here?"

"Hngh?!"

When his finger touched a certain spot, Isolde’s hips bucked.

‘What was that? What the hell was that? My hips moved on their own.’

Isolde, who had never even masturbated, experienced the threshold of orgasm for the first time.

Before long, Isolde trembled in fear.

The thought of how she might change from now on slowly crept into her mind.

"Should we take a little break?"

Ian noticed Isolde’s anxiety and made the suggestion, but his consideration only provoked her pride.

"N-no. Please keep going."

"Isolde, you don’t have to push yourself because of me."

"I’m not pushing myself. Isabelle has done things like this too, hasn’t she?"

Gulp.

Isolde swallowed before she spoke.

"Then I can do it too. I’m her older sister, after all."

"All right. Tell me if it gets too hard."

"Okay!"

Seeing Isolde’s resolve, Ian once again inserted his fingers into her pussy.

As his index and middle fingers stirred inside her pussy, it quickly grew slick.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels strange."

"Feel it slowly. It’ll start to feel good soon."

At Ian’s words, Isolde focused on her pussy.

Was it because she wanted so desperately to make love with him somehow?

Isolde caught hold of the fleeting pleasure that rushed through her.

"Hngh... I feel like my body is floating."

"Really? I’ll speed up a little."

Ian put more force into his fingers, and Isolde’s ass rose on its own.

Squelch, squelch.

"Hngh!"

Isolde also began to rub her clit with her own fingers.

"Ian, I feel like something is climbing up through my waist."

"You’re orgasming. Leave your body to me."

"I can’t... ngh! Aah! It’s coming! It’s cominggg!"

Under the unceasing stimulation, Isolde reached orgasm for the first time.

Her hips bucked, and a gush of love juice spilled from her pussy.

"Hngh! No, nooo!"

Embarrassed by her shameful state, Isolde hurriedly tried to stop herself, but her body was already beyond her control.

"Hyaaaang!"

In the end, bright yellow urine shot from Isolde’s little urethra.

Her steaming hot piss quickly soiled the bed.

"Sniff..."

Having wet herself in front of the man she loved, Isolde covered her face with both arms in shame.

"Isolde."

"Don’t look! I said don’t look!"

"It’s okay, so don’t hide your face."

"It’s not okay. It’s so embarrassing."

Ian forcibly pulled Isolde’s arms away and showed her his cock.

"You got me this horny, so you need to take responsibility, Isolde."

"Huh?"

Seeing Ian’s cock for the first time, Isolde was momentarily at a loss for words.

"D-did I make it like that?"

"Who else do you think made me like this?"

"It’s huge. Are men’s cocks normally this big?"

"I’m exceptionally big, but you were also so fucking hot earlier, Isolde."

"...You’re such a pervert, Ian."

"Can’t deny the truth."

Ian’s answer made Isolde’s heart race.

Normally, she had found it unpleasant when men showed lust toward her, but things were different when that man was Ian.

‘As I thought, Ian is the only one for me. Only Ian can love me.’

Especially when he said that he liked even her shameful parts, Isolde could not help but feel happy.

"So you’ve been tormenting Isabelle with that thing all this time?"

"Of course. Isabelle is my wife."

At Ian’s answer, Isolde made a sulky face.

Jealousy was bubbling up inside her once more.

"Shall we get started now?"

Ian did not say what they would be starting, but Isolde knew exactly what he meant.

The reason they had kissed and he had pleasured her with his fingers until now.

It had all been preparation for making love with him.

"Will all of this fit inside me?"

Isolde’s body stiffened as she looked at Ian’s cock.

To a virgin like her, his thing looked tremendously big.

"If you’re too tense, it might hurt more. Relax your body."

"H-how do I relax?"

"Try taking slow, deep breaths."

"I-I can’t. Could you kiss me, Ian?"

"I suppose I have no choice."

At Isolde’s request, Ian kissed her again, and she felt the tension gradually melt from her body.

In time with that, Ian rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy.

Slowly, he mixed her love juice and his pre-cum over his glans so that she could grow accustomed to his cock.

Once he judged that she had relaxed somewhat, Ian held Isolde’s legs and spoke into her ear.

"I’m putting it in."

"Okay, come inside me. ♥"

Hearing Isolde’s bashful answer, Ian thrust all the way in to the base in one stroke.

Isolde threw back her head, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

"Hk, hnnngh!"

Isolde struggled with the pain of her hymen tearing, and Ian watched her closely for a while.

"Is it all in?"

"Yeah, it’s all in."

"Hehe, I gave you my virginity now, Ian."

Fresh blood flowed between her pussy lips.

Isolde was happy that she had given her virginity to the man she loved.

"That makes me officially your wife too now, right?"

"Yeah. I’ll make you happy from now on."

"I’ll live with my eyes on no one but you, Ian. I’ll give birth to lots and lots of your children."

"How many are you planning to have, saying that?"

"I’m the older sister. I think I need to have at least more than Isabelle."

"You don’t want to lose to your little sister?"

"Yeah. Isabelle took your first time, but I want to become the wife you love most, Ian."

"You’re greedy, Isolde."

"That’s right, I am greedy. So you’ll get me pregnant, right?"

"I’ll get you pregnant along with Isabelle, so the two of you can be close."

"Pervert."

"That’s the man you chose."

"I know. That’s why I like you even more."

Isolde wrapped her arms around Ian’s neck and kissed him once more.

Ian moved his hips as they kissed. Isolde felt pain during it, but she did not show it.

‘Love me more. Love me more.’

Instead, she felt love within that pain.

"Ngh, Isolde, I don’t think I can hold back any longer."

"Yeah, it’s okay. I’m getting used to it too."

As a hot sensation spread from her lower belly, Isolde gradually grew intoxicated.

Feeling as though her pussy were molding itself to the shape of Ian’s cock, Isolde truly realized that she had become Ian’s woman.

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