[SCR] 16 — Answer Me (H)

“... Fuu.”

　In burning embarrassment, she held her chest with both arms and curled up on the bed.　

A candelabra with multiple arms was placed near the bunk, with all the candles lit.　

Thanks to this, even at this hour, the top of the bed was bright enough to read documents.

“Please. Turn the lights... Please turn off the light... fuu...”

　By no means did she accept what was about to happen. But she could not bear to face it in the light...　He shamelessly brushed off the plea with a thin smile and not even a second thought.

“I refuse. I have a hobby of carefully inspecting a woman before embracing her.”

“That...”

　The heartless response made her blink her tear-stained eyes.

(How shameless...!)

She looked at him with reproach, but he didn’t even seem to have noticed.

“Come on, show me. I’ll give you a detailed assessment.”

“Don’t... Don’t...”

　Idyllia covered her chest and lay on her face to avoid the hand that was reaching out to her.　

It was futile resistance.

Silvio chuckled, clearing his throat with a low grumble. His voice was rougher and deeper than she remembered, all masculinity.　

A large hand touched her back and stroked down from her shoulder blades to her waist in a leisurely motion. Her skin rustled at the sidelong action and the pressure of his palm.

“... Ahh.”

“... a smooth back, without a single stain. It’s like the texture of fine, threaded silk, isn’t it?”

　He stroked her waist casually, slowly, sensually. It made her tremble. Behind her, she heard him chuckle.

“Are your hips weak?　You’re so sensitive.”

“–––hn.”

Idyllia pulled her lips together. She remained on her back and stubbornly turned away.

(Silvio – why are you doing this...?) After all, he had completely changed from five years ago.　

The person she loved was not the kind of person who would trample on people's feelings and do something nasty like this.

(And yet... And yet... why... )

When she thought of what Silvio was doing to her, her body reacted on its own to the indecent play.

".... Hmph..."

The sensation of being touched by Silvio's hands was so disgusting that her breath became erratic.　In addition, as soon as she involuntarily wriggled in the anguish born deep in her waist, he grabbed her arm and flipped her over.

"No...."

　She screamed as he turned her on her back with nothing to hide.　

On the contrary, he groaned in admiration.

"This is..."

　Grabbing her other hand, which was also trying to cover her chest, Silvio held her down so that she was stuck to the bed.　Looking down intently at the exposed fullness of her breasts, he chuckled.

"Just as I expected - no, more than I expected."

　Idyllia's face heated at his gloating words.

What she hid was that her breasts were among the largest compared to other people.　

Her breasts, which had grown supple and plump even though she did not want them to, were a problem for her when he lived in the monastery.　

He curled the edge of his lips.

"I knew from the moment we met again. I knew they had grown too big to be hidden by the nuns' apprentice's clothes."

"────...!"

　She was openly commented on in an amorous manner, and she was almost dizzy with anger and shame.

(How rude... )

Idyllia turned her face away and gnawed on her humiliation.　

He grabbed her unguardedly exposed soft flesh with his large hands, as if he was not unaware of it.

"These are breasts to please a man, Idyllia."

"No, sir..."

"What, it isn't?　You were so pure, but you've grown into such a lewd body."

He spoke selfishly, amazed, and fondled them in his palms. He enjoyed the soft bouncy sensation under his touch.　The ample bulge changed shape in his hand as he played with it.　He throbbed excitedly at the flexible feel of it, almost spilling out between his fingers.

"Isn't it soft and debauched to the touch?"

"Oh, no... Don't...!"

　If she closed her eyes in shame, his voice was the same as it was five years ago.　It was as if Silvio from back then was playing with her breasts like a toy, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for herself.　But of course, the fleeting appeal was not heeded.

"For its size, this part is modest."

"... Hmm... Hmmm..."

　A fingertip traced the peak of her breast...

Her shoulders shook as he smoothed over her sweeping hills.

"You reacted. Did you feel it?"

"────"

At the rude question, she turned her face away and stayed quiet.

"Answer me."

With his command, came a tease: she was pinched in the light red area.

"Ah... Ah..."

　Hing... The pain and sweet numbness.　As it was rolled softly with his fingertips, the pinched part tingled hotly and she felt it gradually take hold of her core.

"Ehh... What...?"

　He looked down at Idyllia, who was puzzled by the changes in her body, with narrowed eyes.

"Answer me or this will happen."

　He grabbed both bulges and pushed the bouncing soft flesh around, as if rolling a ball in his hands, and teases the pointed tip.