Chapter 167: Stevie Sulks

"Could you please make it a little darker? Please!!"

Stevie asked, even though it wasn’t particularly bright to begin with. The room was only dimly lit, so it should have been fine, but for Stevie it still seemed too bright.

I dimmed the light a little, but she said,

"A little more, just a little more darker, please."

"Huh? If I make it that dark, I won’t be able to see anything. I won’t be able to see you, Stevie."

"That’s fine. It’s better if you can’t see."

"Why?"

"Because... it’s embarrassing..."

"Eh?"

"It’s embarrassing."

"What are you saying now?"

"But it is embarrassing."

When I tried to pull the blanket off, she gripped the edge tightly and resisted so it wouldn’t be taken. As we wrestled, the upper part of the blanket still hid Stevie, but the lower part was completely disordered and her legs were almost fully exposed. Even the string panties were starting to show.

"Robby-sama! Please!"

If she was going that far, there was no need for me to force myself to hold Stevie in a bright place (though it was already quite dark). I already knew well enough that her chest was modest. So there was nothing she needed to worry about.

No matter how much I said it, Stevie’s complex wouldn’t disappear. Here I needed to raise her mood so that she could also enjoy being held.

I made it almost completely dark — dark enough that I could barely make out Stevie’s face. Even with a night-vision scope, her modest chest might not be visible... or maybe not.

I lay on top of Stevie, kissing her while touching her chest. Through the chemise I could clearly feel the soft flesh in my hand. Her nipples were already hard. Of course, pressing with my hand wouldn’t deform them (I couldn’t see), and my fingers wouldn’t sink into her breasts. But the elasticity was amazing — they bounced bun! bun! When I rolled her nipples with my fingers,

"Nn! Nn!"

sounds leaked out. I couldn’t clearly see her expression, but from now her voice would grow sweeter. When I licked the other nipple,

"N-un, nnuuun!?"

her voice rose further. Her legs squirmed and twisted. Was she rubbing her knees together, trying to draw pictures on the sheets with her legs? Her hands held my head and slipped fingers into my hair.

I stroked her flat, completely fat-free stomach. Putting a little force into my fingertips, I drew circles on her belly and stroked her sides.

"Uuunn—"

I rolled up the chemise and pressed my mouth to her stomach. Below, the string panties were visible. No — I could sense the presence of the string panties. She was rubbing her crotch, appealing with body language: hurry, hurry. I licked her stomach thoroughly with my tongue, then finally traced the edge of the string panties with my fingers and tongue.

"Uwan n—"

She moved her hips and tried to escape. Maybe it felt good, or maybe it was ticklish? I slipped my hand inside her panties, stroked the soft hair, and went further. She was... not yet sufficiently wet. Still not enough. Was it because Stevie was still so childlike? When my fingertip parted her labia majora and entered, I could feel moisture. It wasn’t a complete dry zone — the deeper parts were properly wet, which reassured me a little. But she was still rocking her hips.

"Ro-Robby-sama, um, the Queen’s... medicine...? I-if we continue like this, i-isn’t that no good?"

Stevie asked while curling up her body. That was true, but the first extraction tomorrow morning would be fine. Had Stevie been worrying about it all this time? Without answering, I found her slightly hardened clitoris and rubbed it with the pad of my index finger. Amusing reactions came out.

"Guh, ah, muh, no, nn!"

All sorts of voices emerged. While making sounds, Stevie bent her upper body and crawled toward my cock. She untied the string of my pajamas, pulled out my underwear, and began rubbing me over it. The place where my underwear was pressed against her was probably already damp. Stevie’s hand technique was still developing and couldn’t be called skilled, but that clumsiness was actually fresh and pleasant. She was improving, but she still needed much more practice to reach Lily’s level.

Even so, being rubbed naturally felt good, and the hardness and growth of my cock rose another level.

"Stevie, get that glass over there."

Suddenly told that, Stevie reached out with her other hand while still holding my cock. As she gripped it tightly and turned her body, my lower body was pulled along with my cock. Because she was pulling, force was applied! My cock is going to come off, Stevie!

Stevie grabbed the glass and pressed it against the glans, but then,

"Huh?"

she let out a ridiculous voice. Of course, Stevie. If you pull that hard, something’s going to happen!!

"Stevie, the thing you’re holding isn’t a tool — it’s a part of me. If you pull it roughly it hurts, and it gets scared by your force and loses its energy."

When I said that, Stevie gasped and let go. What had been half-hard went limp and dangled.

"I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize. How do I make it go back? What should I do? Should I rub it more? That’s right! Lily-san said licking is good."

Saying that, she took it into her mouth with a "paku." Stevie, what about the previous experience? Hadn’t you learned something? Was it because I had left too many days between us? Anyway, she was sucking and licking with her tongue. The strange sight of her holding a glass in one hand while licking.

Naturally we ended up in a 69 position, so I untied the string of Stevie’s panties and exposed her slit. Still a work in progress. I immediately pressed my mouth to her lower lips. There was a slight, subtle taste, but it quickly mixed with saliva and became unnoticeable. I licked and sucked thoroughly. Whenever my tongue hit Stevie’s sensitive spots, the mouth, tongue, hands — and even teeth! — holding my cock reacted somehow. Gradually it was building up. It was rising all the way to the tip of the glans. Fine, let’s leave the Queen’s portion for tomorrow morning! Just like this, I’m going to cum—!! Dooon!! Byuuuun! Explosion inside Stevie’s mouth!!