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At the same time, my hand, which had been roaming over her hips, quietly slid down, probing into the most private and moist area between her legs.
My fingertips easily parted the soft, smooth outer lips, accurately finding that sensitive core, and began to tease it in circles, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, feeling her tiny clit swell and throb under my touch while her smooth pussy grew slicker and wetter. I slipped two fingers inside her tight entrance, pumping slowly while rubbing her clit with my thumb.
"Mmm... ah..."
This time, the stimulation seemed even more intense.
Herta's body stiffened abruptly, her slender waist arching involuntarily, and a clearer, trembling, slight "mm" sound came from her throat.
She seemed to realize the sound of her own loss of composure, and in order not to let me fully detect her reaction—or perhaps, to maintain that last bit of dignity belonging to "Miss Herta"—she actually raised a hand, gently covering her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving only a pair of violet eyes that were misty with moisture, looking at me even more distractedly through the gaps between her fingers.
This appearance of resisting while welcoming, struggling to suppress yet unable to stop herself, was even more heart-racing than her previous high-and-mighty self.
My fingers explored and teased between her legs, feeling the moisture and warmth there, dipping into her tight entrance and coating my fingers with her slick juices.
Not long after, I clearly felt a surge of heat coming from my fingertips, carrying a viscous sensation, flowing slowly between my fingers. Her body convulsed as a small orgasm hit her, her smooth pussy clenching around my fingers while a gush of clear fluid squirted lightly over my hand.
She... seemed to have reached a small peak under the teasing of my fingertips.
Hmm, the lubrication should be enough.
I gently, and with no room for refusal, parted her tightly closed legs, completely exposing the most secret and tempting scenery to my eyes.
Unlike Ruan Mei's, Herta's private parts... were actually completely smooth, without the cover of any hair, the skin like the most delicate white porcelain. The shape of the vulva was also tighter, presenting a state of "one line of heaven" that was almost perfect, tightly closed. Although she had long since become an adult, this sight carried an astonishing, almost unreal sense of youthful purity, consistent with her overall sense of ultimate exquisiteness. Her inner lips were thin and delicate, already glistening with arousal, and her tiny clit was swollen and sensitive.
At this moment, Herta seemed still immersed in the lingering aftertaste of that sudden pleasure, her head turned slightly to one side, her breathing still somewhat rapid, her long silver eyelashes trembling, not having immediately regained her senses to notice my gaze.
Looking at this tempting, untilled land (or so it appeared), I could no longer hold back. I adjusted my posture, and moved my own already erect and burning heat—which was stained with her love liquid—against the tightly closed entrance of the flower petals.
I tried, using the glans to gently press forward and enter.
However, unexpectedly, Herta's entrance was much tighter and narrower than Ruan Mei's, almost sealed shut. Even with full lubrication, my front only sank in slightly, but it was difficult to find a breakthrough.
I tried a few times, adjusting the angle, but was unable to find the way in.
This sudden obstacle made me somewhat surprised, and also caused Herta in my lap to wake up somewhat from her previous daze.
She seemed to feel my clumsy, inept attempts, and her body moved slightly, seemingly also at a loss.
I reflexively looked at her, wanting to find some hint or... permission from her face?
However, as soon as she made contact with my gaze, she immediately became like a startled cat, abruptly turning her head to the other side, her cheeks flushing even redder, her lips pressed tightly shut, with an expression of "What are you looking at, you idiot! How would I know such things!" refusing to meet my eyes, throwing the problem back to me.
Well... it seemed I had to rely on myself.
I had no choice but to take a deep breath, free up one hand, and with my fingers gently, carefully part the tightly closed flower petals, like opening an exquisite clam, finally revealing the moist and narrow tunnel entrance hidden within.
Aimed at the location, I exerted a slight force with my waist—
"Mmm, ah...!"
This time, the resistance was finally broken, and the front successfully slid into her tight, warm tunnel.
The intense stimulation of being forcibly propped open and intruded upon from below caused her to be unable to suppress the sound completely, and she emitted a short, sharp exclamation of pain.
But almost at the instant the sound escaped, she again, as if realizing her own "loss of composure," reflexively, swiftly used the back of her hand to tightly cover her mouth again, leaving only a pair of violet eyes that were wide open from pain and shame, brimming with moisture, looking at me with a trace of accusation and panic.
It seemed that whether it was a top scholar in the field of life sciences, or a genius level Emanator in the field of Erudition, when it came to matters between men and women, they were unexpectedly... lacking in practical experience.
A preposterous thought flashed through my mind.
I didn't pause for too long and continued to advance slowly.
With every inch of depth, I could feel the resistance brought about by the ultimate tightness and warmth, as well as her body's instinctual resistance and trembling.
Soon, like the situation I had encountered with Ruan Mei before, my front again came up against a layer of resilient and determined barrier.
Sure enough... Herta, she was also a first-timer.