I really don't want to open a harem here Chapter 275: Tsubakihara Mira (Part 3) *·

The delicate folds of her outer labia met at the apex near her clitoris, forming an exquisite shape resembling a welcoming tent.

Descending towards the vaginal opening, they curved more distinctly, appearing to extend towards her lower region, gradually diminishing in size and flatness until they seamlessly merged with the skin between her vagina and posterior.

Displaying vibrant hues that signaled her mounting excitement, the outer folds seemed fuller and more pronounced due to her arousal.

As he gently parted her legs, her inner labia began to reveal themselves, particularly from the lower section.

With the opening, her inner labia showcased their moist and pink appearance, exuding a soft texture that hinted at the intricate textures and forms waiting to be discovered further within.

The sheer spectacle was potent enough to captivate even an ascetic, plunging him into despair at his perceived deficiency.

For any man not similarly bound, it was enough to shatter rational thought, leaving only primal instinct to guide his actions.

His splayed fingers traced a path firmly up her legs, across her thighs, before finally caressing the glistening zone.

After a slow, tender massage with his fingertips, allowing them to absorb her responsive moisture, he lowered his head.

His lips brushed her inner thighs with a touch as light as a feather, moving progressively upward until he softly kissed the entrance to her intimate center.

A sudden gasp escaped her lips as Mira gazed at the young man who had positioned himself between her thighs, his lips making contact with her sensitive folds. She couldn't suppress a small cry.

Her respiration deepened, synchronizing with the quickening rhythm of her heart, as her fingers tangled in his hair.

She felt a potent desire surge within her, a thrilling, almost dangerous current.

Yet, with her readiness to yield everything to him this day, she offered no resistance.

Soothed by her calming heart, she widened her stance and reclined on the soft grass, her breath already growing ragged. An intense yearning for him consumed her.

He placed his hands on her thighs, gently widening her legs further, and then bestowed a kiss upon her delicate folds.

His mouth explored her intimately, his tongue dancing with subtle flicks that further accelerated her breathing, causing the muscles of her core to quiver open.

He ventured deeper still, his tongue tracing sensitive areas, savoring the essence of her arousal.

Having sampled her sweet nectar, he moved to her most sensitive peak; drawing it into his mouth, he released it with a soft pop, eliciting a profound groan from her as her hips began to lift from the grass.

He intensified his ministrations, his mouth and tongue working her clit with increasing speed, the rapid rhythm mirroring the trembling anticipation within her legs as she cried out, her sounds blending with desperate whispers for more.

She had never experienced such an intimate act, though she had gleaned from other sources that it felt pleasurable, she hadn't anticipated it would be so overwhelmingly exquisite.

The exquisite sensation of his tongue against her most sensitive parts sent jolts through her nerves, igniting points of pleasure she had never known existed.

Moreover, each time his tongue teased her clit, it felt as though her very heart would burst forth from her chest.

She sensed her climax drawing near, a sensation she knew he must also perceive; yet, just as she felt herself on the precipice of release, he would subtly withdraw, prolonging the exquisite torture.

This agonizing pleasure brought tears to her eyes as she locked her gaze with his.

Her core throbbed intensely, a sensation he could feel against his chin as he suckled with renewed vigor. She began to implore him...

"Please...."

"Please!"

Unwilling to prolong her exquisite torment, he returned to her clit, applying firm suction while simultaneously teasing it with his tongue, never ceasing until she screamed her climax.

Her body convulsed as she orgasmed, her fluids erupting onto his face, cascading down his neck and onto his chest.

Yet, he persisted, his grip firm on her thighs, maintaining her position as he continued to taste her release while she cried out, her orgasm cascading over and over.

Suddenly, the intensity subsided, and she collapsed back onto the ground, her hands instinctively finding the space between her legs, her knees clamping his face tightly together, her moans echoing like those of a bewitched spirit.

He retreated slightly, slid an arm beneath her knees, and gently spread her legs once more.

She allowed him to openly gaze upon her intimate beauty.

He leaned closer, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his jaw, as he took in the alluring sight of the entrancing succubus.

Her silky orange hair fanned out across the grass, her captivating eyes glistened with unshed tears and nascent passion, her bountiful chest rose and fell rapidly with her quickening breaths, and she trembled with unbridled desire.

And then there was her lower region.

Bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, he beheld the pink petals he had just devoured with such fervent intensity, and an undeniable urge to taste them again surged within him.

Soft pink lips, with traces of pearly fluid gently oozing from her trembling folds, emitting an intoxicatingly seductive aroma.

This spellbinding tableau instantly parched his throat.

Gazing upon this breathtaking vision, his lust knew no bounds.

The undeniable proof was his engorged manhood, straining against the confines of his trousers.

Fortunately, her desire mirrored his own intensity.

The earth-shattering climax had passed, and Tsubakihara Mira regained her senses, her gaze finding the young man responsible for her overwhelming pleasure.

Time had indeed transformed the boy she once knew into a man whose imposing presence could not be easily dismissed.

While hints of the youthful features she cherished remained, his face now boasted a rugged handsomeness that persistently caught her by surprise.

His eyes, once lacking luster and focus, had evolved into profound depths of intensity, seemingly ignited by a primal, undeniable passion.

The very way he looked at her set her aflame, her thighs pulsing with a desire more potent than ever before.

Her gaze traced the sharp line of his nose down to his full, alluring lips.

Lips that, mere moments prior, had been passionately engaged between her legs with an unyielding hunger.

A tightness gripped her chest as she closed the distance, lifting her lips to meet his.