Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 4 Can We Do It Again?

After she released me, I slowly rose from my position beside her.

Yet, the moment I beheld her full figure once more, shock gripped me anew.

Rather than the innocent and flawless sight of earlier, sweat now sheened her skin while her bosom rose and fell with labored breaths.

This display stirred even greater arousal than before.

The instant it registered, my member stiffened again, casting a shadow across Madame Rose's face as it lifted.

Startled by the change, she parted her eyelids and stared upward at me with wide-eyed surprise.

For my dick hovered directly above her features.

Its scent drifted downward, and as soon as it reached her, tremors seized her body once more, as if inner fires blazed fiercely.

Without pause, she tilted her head upward, and before I could respond, her lips met the head of my dick. A surprising chill emanated from them initially, but as she sealed around the tip and drew it inward, a warm, enveloping caress followed.

It was a sensation utterly foreign to me.

Far beyond the simple pleasure of self-touch, this overwhelmed with satisfaction.

As waves of bliss surged from below, my expression twisted in ecstasy.

Madame Rose strained to accommodate more into her mouth, yet its size proved too much, hindering her efforts. This somewhat quelled the blaze within her, restoring a measure of calm.

Glancing upward, she caught the rapturous look on my youthful face and, despite my dick filling her mouth, a radiant smile curved her lips.

My earlier prowess had dominated her, but with composure returning, she seized control anew.

Amid the mounting pleasure, a novel sensation abruptly gripped my dick.

Distinct from the embrace of her lips.

It evoked a slick serpent coiling around the head of my shaft.

Looking down, I spotted a pink tip protruding from her lips.

Her tongue!

She had begun employing her tongue!

For a novice like me, this proved overwhelming, and soon pressure built below, signaling my imminent climax.

Yet, just prior to release, an odd feeling intruded once more.

Prying open my eyes, squeezed shut by pleasure, I peered down to see her tongue withdrawn into her mouth.

Though hidden, I sensed its exact position...

Pressed firmly against the head of my dick, precisely at the urethral opening.

It bore down insistently, even probing slightly inside.

With it thus, climax eluded me, as the surging cum seemed repelled back into my shaft.

Gazing down at Madame Rose, I met her enigmatic stare... Yet, despite its oddity, her intent shone clear...

Thus, in my most beseeching tone, I pleaded, "Please let me cum, madame."

At my words, Madame Rose smiled anew, shifting her tongue from the tip of my dick. Then it circled the head languidly, lapping with deliberate slowness and flooding me with delight.

Already on the brink from moments before, this added torment shattered my control; with a guttural groan, I unleashed into her mouth.

The sudden burst caught Madame Rose unprepared, but her eyes soon narrowed in amusement as she swallowed every bit. After one final draw once my release ebbed, she released my dick, swallowed visibly, and parted her lips to reveal the void within.

Her manner almost taunted me playfully.

But it achieved its desired result—my dick hardened once again.

Madame Rose had pulled away and turned, as though ready to redress. While doing so, she remarked, "You did good tonight. You satisfied me quite a bit."

Hearing this, I couldn't resist querying, "Are we done already?"

A smile played on Madame Rose's lips at my question, yet she replied, "It can't be helped. You already finished, so you'll probably need your…"

As she spoke, she pivoted to face me.

With her seated on the bed and me still upright beside it, a lengthy shadow draped over her, slicing between her eyes and crowning her head.

Upon noticing it, she halted her words mid-sentence.

Even for her, this marked an unprecedented encounter.

No innocent, she possessed a husband, but their intimacies never extended beyond a single round—thus, she viewed it as commonplace.

She had never conceived that men could revive so swiftly.

Yet, presented thus before her, she found her arousal leaking uncontrollably.

Witnessing this, I pressed once more, "I'm ready. So are we done already?"

Madame Rose regarded my eager entreaty and smiled inevitably. Then, with a wave of her hand, she beckoned, "Come over here."

I heeded her call and approached her spot on the bed.

As I drew near, she drew me into her embrace, cradling me close. Nestled against her yielding, plush breasts, my arousal surged further.

Feeling it nudge her abruptly, she glanced downward, her wetness intensifying.

With a grin, she declared, "Let's see if you can satisfy me again."