NOVEL WEB Chapter 15: 15
In the quiet hours of the night, Nonko sat hunched over her drawing book, the soft glow of her desk lamp illuminating the intricate sketches for her next manga chapters. This was her ritual, her way of mapping out the narrative before committing to the final pages. A soft knock at her door broke her concentration.
"Nonko-san? It's Ren."
A jolt of surprise, quickly followed by a thrill of excitement, shot through her. Ren? At this hour? Despite her usual composure, a blush crept up her neck. Her mind, ever since their last encounter, had replayed the sensation of his hands on her breasts, a memory that still sent shivers down her spine. She remembered thinking he was too pure for anything more, but a part of her, a deeply buried desire, hoped otherwise.
"Come in, Ren-kun," she called out, her voice a little breathy.
Ren slid the door open, stepping into her cluttered room. "Why are you still awake, Nonko-san?" he asked, his eyes scanning her workspace.
Nonko, flustered, quickly covered her sketches. "Just getting some ideas down. Why are you here, Ren-kun? It's late." She caught herself daydreaming again, realizing this was not the time for it.
Ren didn't answer her question directly. Instead, he took a step closer, his gaze steady. "Nonko-san, do you have feelings for me?"
Nonko's eyes widened, her heart leaping into her throat. Was she that obvious? As an adult mangaka, she understood the complexities of love. Most men, she knew, preferred women who weren't overly obedient, who had a bit of a challenge. But Ren… Ren was different. He seemed to appreciate a woman who was compliant, who would yield to him.
Ren closed the distance between them, his presence suddenly overwhelming. Nonko felt a strange sensation, as if she were shrinking, becoming small and vulnerable before him. She, the adult, the experienced one, was utterly at his mercy. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a mix of apprehension and burgeoning excitement. They were alone.
He reached out, his hand gently settling on her shoulder. His fingers slowly, deliberately, crawled up her arm, tracing the line of her jaw, until his thumb rested beneath her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. Nonko's mind went blank. Was this it? Was he finally going to do what she had secretly yearned for?
Like an answer to her unspoken prayer, Ren leaned in, his lips brushing hers. He kissed her, softly at first, a tentative exploration. Nonko didn't resist. She let him take control, her lips parting slightly in invitation. He began a slow, deliberate French kiss, his tongue lightly tracing the contours of her lips before gently introducing his own, matching her pace, a silent dance of intimacy. Nonko, initially hesitant with the tongue action, slowly relaxed into the rhythm as Ren slowed down, returning to a gentle, lingering kiss.
They continued, lost in the moment, a profound connection forming between them. The kiss was relaxing, intoxicating, a shared experience of pure pleasure. When they finally parted, breathless, their eyes met. Nonko felt as if she were in a dream, her mind struggling to comprehend that Ren, her Ren, was truly kissing her.
"Do you want to say something, Nonko-san?" Ren asked, his voice a low murmur.
Nonko had no idea what was happening, her thoughts a jumbled mess of desire and disbelief. But one phrase, unbidden, escaped her lips. "I love you."
And then, she kissed him again, initiating it this time. Yet, even as she took the lead, she couldn't shake the feeling of being utterly at his mercy, drawn into his orbit by an unseen force.
As their lips reconnected, Ren's hand began to explore, sliding down her back, then moving to her breast. The moment his fingers brushed her skin, an electric current shot through Nonko. The pleasure was instantaneous, overwhelming, a tidal wave that crashed over her. Her body arched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she climaxed, right there, standing in her cluttered room.
But Ren didn't let her rest. His hand moved, raising her yukata, exposing her chest. He lowered his head, his lips finding her nipples, sucking gently, then with more intensity. Nonko gasped, her mind reeling. Why was she so sensitive? Every touch, every suck, sent another wave of indescribable pleasure through her.
"Nngh!" she moaned, her body convulsing. She climaxed again, the sound echoing in the silent room. She tried to stifle it, remembering the thin walls, but it was impossible. Another climax, louder this time, escaped her, a desperate cry of pleasure. Her heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat in her ears.