Clive bit down his lips and looked around, wary of who might enter the hallway. The Magic Tower’s private office was on the top floor, originally a secret space where one couldn’t even enter the hallways without permission. Nevertheless, the unfamiliar nervousness of having to hide Edith engulfed his entire body.
“Hmm…!”
He can’t let anyone see her making such obscene noises! Clive couldn’t believe that he, a scholar and a wizard, can’t believe that he accidentally caused someone who wasn’t even the subject of the study to take the potion. He didn’t have a close relationship with Edith, so he didn’t want to show such a secret side to himself, but he had no idea how to compensate her.
In addition, didn’t he have an erection against her when she wasn’t in her best condition? The sense of shame struck him like a thunderbolt, as if he’d reacted like an animal.
‘Wake up, Clive Norton.’
Clive guarded the door, biting his lips hard enough to draw blood.
“Hmm, haaa… huh…!”
The groans that got a little louder than before was mixed with crying and penetrated his ears.
‘Why is the door open?’
Perhaps because of the wind, the gap between the doors that opened a little was wide enough for light to leak out. Clive reached out to close the door, suddenly forgot his purpose and froze.
Behind the yellow light, Edith sat on the sofa with her legs wide open. It was a posture that she might’ve felt shameful to show others, but in Clive’s eyes, it was more beautiful than a goddess that descended from the sky.
Edith Abina.
Originally, she was a woman known for her beauty more than her nasty temper. Her silver hair akin to powdered moonlight, shone brightly. Clive clenched his fist at the thought of wanting to sweep the hair stuck to her sweaty forehead.
‘Let’s not watch this.’
It was a great disrespect. It was this moment that Clive bit hard the inside of his cheek and turned around.
Edith cupped her left breast with one hand while she slowly stroked her thigh with the other. Long fingers drew on her white skin as if pouring milk. Edith’s left breast bounced up and down with her touch. Pinching her erect nipple, she dug into her secret place with her other finger.
“Ugh…”
Schlop.
Perhaps because the hallway was unusually quiet, the sound of wet water reached Clive’s ears. Oh, my. Edith let out a short moan and slowly stroked her vagina that dripped with sticky love juice. Her thin legs, stretched out helplessly in the air, and shook.
Clive couldn’t take his eyes off her incredibly pretty clitoris. Red, moist. He felt like he was going crazy with the urge tot touch it, which seemed so sweet that he even wanted to lick it with his own tongue.
“Ha…!”
Perhaps because it was wetter than before, now Edith’s vagina was making a slopping sound. She bounced her hips and moved her fingers a little faster. Clive, unable to close the door or turn around, watched Edith thrust inside herself.
“Oh, my!”
Her forehead shining a little whiter due to sweat, her sharp nose, and parted lips dripping with saliva…
From her bouncing chest to the bottom where her love juices were dripping. Edith’s body twitched every time a thin finger stimulated her clitoris. Clive felt sorry for some reason as she shook lightly, and he thought he wanted to hug her tightly.
Perhaps because her fingers were so thin, Edith soon inserted three fingers and began scratching her inner walls. Her white fingers were covered with shiny and slipper liquid as it were sucked in. She trembled and cried out, pouring her juices as she goes. She had a light climax, but as her faint and regretful sighs were scattered in the air, Clive barely held back a flinch as he wanted to barge in right away.
“…Ah!”
Edith soon finished her orgasm alone. His eyes were drawn to her lying on the sofa and leaning her head back. Her sweat dripping down her deer-smooth neck caught his attention, and Clive tightened his grip on the door even more. He eventually imagined reaching out his empty hand and stroking her thin waist.
He wanted to touch her flat stomach and caress her soft and slender waist as if it would crumble with his touch. Then, all the way down there.
“Ha…”
Clive’s throat bobbed. He looked down on himself, swallowing saliva as he saw his pants had gone wet from cum leaking out. His erection was the size of a forearm.
Rip.
The sound of a thin cloth tearing, unable to handle the abnormal size, rang through the quiet hallway. Clive leaned over with his hands covering his face.
It was a feeling that he had never felt before, even for Jian. He was so mortified that he couldn’t even lift his face at all.
“…Lord of Magic Tower?”
Before he knew it, Edith’s voice called out to him after finishing adjusting her clothes.
“S-sorry.”
Clive ran away leaving Edith in his office.
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