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I gently separated March 7th's legs. She opened them compliantly, but her body grew even more tense, her face buried even lower, not daring to look at me or what was about to happen between us. Her unexplored, private area was revealed to me without reservation. Like her, it carried a sense of purity and beauty. It was white and smooth, without any stray hair, shaped as a perfect, undeveloped "single line," tightly closed.
However, due to the kiss and my touch, a glistening, warm flow was already slowly seeping from the gap between the tightly closed petals, like dew on a morning bud, sparkling enticingly under the light. My fingers, trembling with curiosity, gently landed on that warm, moist tenderness.
"Ah!"
Almost the instant I touched her, March 7th's body jerked, and she let out a short, irresistible gasp. But that gasp immediately reminded her of something—we were on the Astral Express! Himeko and Mr. Yang lived right next door! If the sound was too loud... that was unthinkable!
She reacted quickly, almost by reflex, immediately covering her mouth with one hand, leaving only a pair of eyes—wide with shame and tension—staring at me, filled with moisture. Seeing her shy and fearful state, my pity intensified, and my movements became gentler. I used my fingertips to circle her extremely sensitive outer area, feeling the softness and slickness. Then, I tentatively pushed apart the tightly closed petals, accurately finding the small, pearl-like sensitive core at the top, and began to rhythmically press and stimulate it.
"Wu... mmm..."
This time, the stimulation was clearly more direct and intense. March 7th's hand clutching me tightened suddenly, her nails nearly digging into my flesh. She covered her mouth tightly, but she still couldn't completely suppress the fine, sweet moans overflowing from deep in her throat; the sounds seeped through her fingers, carrying an indescribable allure. Her body began to squirm and tremble uncontrollably, as if enduring some ultimate, unspeakable pleasure.
Under the continuous teasing of my fingertips, it didn't take long before I felt a change in the sensation! A surge of even hotter, more torrential flow gushed from deep within her, without warning! The viscous liquid instantly soaked my hand and even splashed onto the sheets! She... she had actually reached her first climax just from my finger stimulation?!
I looked at March 7th—her body shaking violently from the sudden pleasure, her back arching, even her toes curling—and felt the warm, slick sensation on my palm. I was surprised and thought her pure, sensitive body was truly... too cute.
It seemed lubrication was more than sufficient. It was time for the next step.
I leaned down and blocked her slightly parted, panting mouth with my own again. This kiss was deeper than before, carrying an undeniable possessiveness, while also pre-emptively sealing any gasp she might let out. She whimpered and hugged me more tightly, as if I were her only anchor.
One of my hands held her waist—which felt so slender it might snap—while the other reached down, seeking the entrance to the moist, muddy garden. My fingertips gently pushed back the soft petals, preparing for the upcoming invasion. Then, I took a deep breath, aligned with the tight entrance, and surged forward with my hips—
Squelch...
An extremely faint sound of being enveloped by moisture rang out. My front successfully squeezed into the narrow passage. Almost simultaneously, I felt March 7th's body snap tense, like a drawn bow! She hugged me tightly, muffled whimpers escaping her throat; the sound vibrated through our joined mouths, carrying a hint of pain and intense tension.
I explored forward carefully and extremely slowly. With every inch deeper, I felt the resistance of the extreme tightness and the delicate friction. Soon, my front hit a soft but firm barrier. As expected... March 7th was also a first-timer. Back then, I didn't know what it was, only that my exploration hadn't reached its end, and this barrier was a part of her body—being too reckless would cause her discomfort.
I stopped, maintaining this shallow insertion, giving her some time to adapt. I could feel her body shaking violently and hear the tearful whimpers she passed through our kiss. Once I felt her body relax slightly, no longer as rigid as before, I hugged her tight and whispered hoarsely against her lips: "...Don't be afraid, it'll be over soon."
Then, I no longer hesitated. My hips surged forward with the combined force of my body and a determined will—
This time, the sensation of breakthrough was clear. That thin, symbolic barrier was ruthlessly pierced and torn by me. I felt a brief but distinct disappearance of resistance, followed by an even deeper, burning, and tight sense of being enveloped. I followed the momentum and sent myself completely into the deepest part of her, all the way to the base.
"Wu-ah—!"
Even though I was blocking her mouth with a kiss, the sharp pain from the breakthrough still made her let out an irresistible, sharp cry of pain! Although most of the sound was absorbed by our kiss, a sharp syllable still leaked out. My heart tightened, and I instinctively stopped all movement, listening for any noise outside the door.
Fortunately, the soundproofing of the Express during interstellar flight seemed excellent; outside was silent, and no one seemed disturbed. It seemed our secret was safe for now. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned my attention back to the girl beneath me. She was still shaking violently, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, clinging to me as if I were a life raft. This initial pain was clearly a massive shock to her.
I maintained our connection without moving, just gently stroking her back and comforting her with soft words. I wiped away the tears sliding down her face until her rapid breathing slowed slightly and her cheeks—once flushed with pain—returned to their usual vibrant color.
Once I was sure she was okay, I hugged her tight again and began the rhythmic motion of my lower body. My movements remained slow and gentle, intended to soothe. At first, her body was a bit tight and resistant due to tension and pain, but with my patient depth and rhythm, her body gradually relaxed and became soft and compliant. Her once-resistant tightness was no longer just rigid; it began to rhythmically contract and suck, as if clumsily responding to my movements.
"Mmm... ngh..." She buried herself in my arms, letting out fine, nasally hums—no longer pure pain, but mixed with a hint of the strange, new pleasure of a first experience.