Walking into his room, Ryan shuffled toward the bathroom absent-mindedly, his bare feet scuffing the cool stone floor. He pushed the bathroom open and stepped into the bathtub, nearly tripping over the edge in his half-awake daze. With a twist of the tap, warm water spilled out, pooling around his legs as he sank back against the porcelain.
A sigh slipped out.
Damn, Sera really drooled all over me.
Overhead, a glass window cut into the ceiling glowed faintly, its panes streaked with condensation. Ah, sight of greenery from the bath is to die for.
Through the overhead window, a banyan tree's canopy swayed—leathery leaves rustling in the morning breeze, their undersides catching the first pale gold of dawn.
What time is it now?
He tilted his head back, eyes half-lidded, and guessed—maybe 7 o'clock? Hard to tell in a world without clocks, where hours slipped by like sand through careless fingers.
For Ryan, an irresponsible prince with no court to answer to, time was a suggestion, not a rule. Days melted into weeks when you had no responsibilities. And hours were just a mirage.Even though he might complain at times that time was moving too quickly, he never had the willingness to truly accept responsibilities to make his life more meaningful.
That would have made time slow down. Though, he realized, with more things to do, life was surely going to force responsibility in his throat.
This is too early for my tastes, he thought, a yawn stretching his jaw wide, the sound a low, guttural hum in the quiet.
Yet, as he laid there, images of the women close to him flickered one by one through his mind, making him horny. They were all too damn beautiful.
A particular woman's freckled face appeared and his heartbeat quickened.
"Ryan, please be gentle~"
"No~ not there."
Then, he silently washed himself, not feeling like jerking himself off. Washing was more important anyway.
Seraphina was a woman, cute and all, but her drool was no better than the drool of any other—it stank.
Not really.
…
Once clean, Ryan threw a towel around his waist and looked at the large mirror, steam raising from his skin.
His body took his attention—it was lean, but not that muscular. He looked very much like a slim, mentally troubled young man from his deep eyes and flashy-eyed look. But in fact, if he could somehow train himself, he had a feeling that his appearance would easily place him at the top of attractiveness charts. He was already undoubtedly handsome, though, so the muscles were just a side thought.
I have to build some muscles, he decided. But well, I will think about it tomorrow.
Ryan himself knew that tomorrows usually meant he didn't care enough.
But since he did not care enough, he did not care to be worried.
He stumbled out of the bathroom, steam still rising from him, and then came to a halt as he looked at his bed.
Ah, what a heavenly sight.
His calmer libido immediately raised up.
In his bed, wrapped under his blankets, slept a beautiful young lady.
She had a blissfully-asleep expression on her freckled face, her dark hair scattered across hispillow. A single beam of sunlight sliced through the gap in the velvet curtains, thick and orange, painting her neck in a warm, golden glow that traced the delicate line of her collarbone.
Who else could it be but Kaelith?
You slept here?
Slowly, he approached, lowering himself onto the mattress, hovering just above her. He studied the way her lashes fluttered faintly, the slow rise and fall of her chest. She was warm beneath the covers.
How cute. Aren't you basically inviting me?
Smiling to himself, he leaned down, pressing a featherlight kiss to her lips.
Kaelith stirred slightly, making a sleepy noise.
Smiling to himself at the cute reaction, Ryan slid under the blankets, the cotton cool against his back, and shifted closer until his chest brushed her side. His arms wrapped around her in a tentative hug, pulling her gently against him. She was warm—gods, so warm—and her body yielded under his hold, soft and pliant in a way that made his breath catch.
I am allowed to do this much, right?
The same day he had kissed her, she had come to sleep in his room. She never did that usually. In fact, after they stopped being kids and stopped walking around the house naked, he had never slept in one room with Kaelith.
The reason for her sleeping here was clear enough even to a blind man. She had wanted his company yesterday and when she didn't see him return, she had fallen asleep here.
Yesterday, he had just been too occupied with Seraphina's problems.
Her night shirt bunched slightly, and his hands settled on her belly, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing through the thin fabric.
He kissed her neck.
A low, sleepy hum vibrated in Kaelith's throat, soft as a sigh, but her eyes stayed closed, lost in dreams.
He tightened the hug, his ears resting against her chest, feeling her heartbeat. A chocolate like scent mixed with a hint of something richer, muskier, filled his lungs.
She smells good.
His heart thudded, loud in the stillness, and he shifted. His fingers brushed the edge of her shirt, slipping beneath it, and he froze as they grazed the bare skin of her stomach.
Damn, Kaelith had such a soft belly?
Her skin was velvet under his touch.
"Hm… Ryan.."
Gulp.
"Yeah Kael?"
She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him to her neck.
Emboldened, he let his hands drift lower, the fabric rustling as he slipped past the tight waistband of her pants. His fingers met the edge of something softer, silkier—her undergarments, maybe?—and then dipped further, tracing the delicate curve where her hip met something more intimate.
His pulse hammered in his ears as a jolt shot through him. Raw and electric.
He'd never done this—never touched a girl like this—and the heat radiating from her was intoxicating. The texture was alien yet mesmerizing—soft, plush, a little damp from sleep.
The distinct Kaelith scent hit him harder now.
"Wh-what are you doing?" A soft voice asked, her face filled with a terrific blush.
He paused.
Then, asked, "Am I not allowed to?"
"…Ryan!" She bit her lips. Then, remained silent, her heartbeat raising.
So embarrassing.
Her thighs clamped down on the hand inside her undergarment. The warmth deepened around him, the softness giving way to a subtle curve, and a reckless curiosity sparked in him.
"Can I?"
"…you already did everything. Why ask now?"
The fabric of her moist underwear brushed against his knuckles as he began moving. Kaelith closed her eyes tightly at the foreign sensation, feeling him slowly insert a finger into that dirty place.
Hhng…
"Wai-wait!"
He was already inside.
Hhngh…!
He moved a single finger in—but something made entry harder. It was inside her sacred place, a part of her, but distinctly different from the other bits of her.
Her hymen?!
Something hard pressed against the side if her thighs. His towel had long been discarded. And of course he was now naked.
Kaelith pressed her hand against his naked chest. "Are you naked?!"
"Is it bad that I am naked?"
How can you ask something so embarrassing?! Kaelith screamed in her heart.
The half-submerged finger inside her stirred slightly, caressing her hymen gently.
Kaelith's pretty face turned adorably cute at the sensation. How can you do something so embarrassing?!
He was so gentle.
His free hand, which was not inside her undergarment, gently pulled her pants down. It made her want to run away, but his other hand kept touching her hymen.
That kept her in place.
The moment the pants were gone, he slapped the curve of her bare buttocks, fingers kneading the soft flesh. It was just as good as he imagined it would be.
A shiver ran through her, unfamiliar sensations overwhelming her body.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she breathed.
His hand that had just removed her pants returned and parted her thighs. She looked up at him, shocked. He pressed his hardened length between her thighs. She clamped her thighs closed, squeezing him without meaning to.
He took a deep breath.
"No-not that, Ryan. We are not ready… Just use your finger…!"
It was too late.
Soon enough, she closed her eyes and experienced the sensation of being invaded. It entered slowly, breaking her hymen and filling her up. He had a thick enough length to make it thoroughly painful, but thankfully, her body could ignore such small pain due to being a martial artist.
"I am in," he whispered in her ears.
He could feel the small redness in their privates.
"…"
He began moving back and forth.
At first, it felt tight and irritating but she slowly began to feel an overwhelming pleasure build up.
Yes, her prince was embracing her. He was attracted to her. He was ravaging her body!
"Anhhh~!"
She couldn't even last 30 seconds before her softness quivered and liquid splashed out.
She came!
Kaelith was so embarrassed, she did not dare to even open her eyes.
And sweating and thankful that she came so quickly, Ryan could no longer hold himself back either.
Her soft inner walls were too much.
His manhood quivered with repressed energy, filling her tiny hole up with love. She gulped at the feeling of being filled, then silently breathed in.
They both remained in place, Kaelith opening her eyes slightly to look at him.
"Is-is it done?"
Little Ryan stood right back up.
"Once more!"
She closed her eyes again.
And thus, on an unexpected morning, Ryan lost his virginity in a clumsy fashion with his maid servant Kaelith. Both of them felt strangely guilty about losing their virginity, as if they had done something wrong. But in the end, they both liked the awkwardness of it all.
They had become adults.
Finally.