Chapter 404: ERROR 404

"Show me. Do it now, like you did then."

On the one hand, it was certainly natural to ask the extent of the offense.

On the other hand, asking to be shown directly rather than told… Was strange, to say the least.

Cero stood up silently, and started walking to Roka's bed after a moment of hesitation.

He only stopped once his shins were against the edge of the bed, looming over her.

Roka stared at him silently. Daringly.

He felt like he was being judged heavily. He certainly deserved it, so he intended to do as he was told.

In the first place, Roka was asking for it now, and it would be messed up not to touch her now that she was asking, as opposed to when she was asleep.

It was so long ago that Cero felt like he was an entirely different person back then, the complete metamorphosis of his physical body set aside.

He would've liked to say, at least to himself, that he did not remember that night, that moment.

But he did. In greater detail than he would be courageous enough to admit.

He remembered gazing at her body for a while. At her juicy thighs, perked nipples, wide hips, tiny feet, and everything in between.

"Well?" Roka urged. There was no hesitation, shame, or embarrassment in her voice. "Go on."

It was the first time that she made Cero feel this way. It couldn't be described as anything but punishment.

But, once again, Cero felt he deserved it. So he would go through it. If Roka's wish was so.

Cero circled around the bed to stand at the other end. His left knee dug into the mattress between Roka's heels.

The two did not break eye contact, even for a moment. The twisted nature of the request, intertwined with the various feelings they had developed for one another over many months, led to both of them being completely unable to tell how they felt about this. Aroused? Apologetic? Angry? Neither could tell what it felt like, or what it would lead to.

Because the ship's red night lights were weak, Roka could not notice as Cero's tentacles made their way around his back and down to the mattress.

"Ahh!" Roka gasped at once, loudly, out of surprise and slight fear of the sudden touch.

The tip of his tentacle had caressed the sole of her foot, just like it had then.

Cero's eyes remained locked on her face, which visibly twisted at the unexpected touch.

Her entire leg had jerked away, but she forced her thigh muscles to relax, forced her leg to return to its place.

The entire point was to re-enact it. For it to happen just as it had, then. There was no running away.

Roka gulped, and her foot returned to its previous position, in mild contact with Cero.

The entire point was for Roka's presence to be minimized. Only Cero should remain. Only Cero, and her body.

Once she returned to her earlier position, lying on her back with her legs straight, Cero resumed.

It did not take long before Roka's legs started twitching and fidgeting. The more he touched her feet and legs, the more her knees wanted to cave in, the more she felt the need to bite her lip, to frown and contract her facial muscles, to curl and uncurl her toes, to clench and extend her fingers.

Her breathing had grown ragged, almost painful. She forced herself to breathe in and out slowly. Roka tried so hard not to let out a moan or a gasp.

"You're…" Cero whispered. "Not doing this right."

Roka gulped and opened her shut eyes.

"You were…" His gaze remained on her body. "Moaning in your sleep." He said, and his tentacle came into contact with her bare stomach.

"Aaahh…" Roka moaned, catching him by surprise.

How pathetic can someone be, moaning in their sleep? How touch-starved must someone be to moan while being touched in their sleep?

These questions, which would usually have filled her head, did not cross her mind at all.

"Aaahh…" Roka moaned as Cero touched her.

She moaned freely, while staring deep into his eyes.

"Aaahhhh…!"

By this time, Cero was breathing heavily as well. Admiring her body, which had reddened and was glistening with sweat, Cero did away with the tentacles.

His hands caressed Roka's side right above her hip bones, and she moaned even louder.

His hands fondled her delicious breasts, and she gasped while her legs repeatedly curled and straightened.

"Aaahhh… Yes…!"

Her crotch was drenched. His was on fire.

"Aahhh…!" Roka moaned, and Cero could feel her breath on his face.

She could feel his as well.

"Cero…" Roka called out as her hands shot to his shoulders.

His bulge was an inch away from her crotch, and it was taking everything from him not to slam against it.

"Yes?" He whispered, his face hovering right above hers.

Roka's breathing grew faster and shallower.

This was the confirmation she had wanted for so long.

She believed him fully. He was a pervert, just like her.

"Cero…!" She called out once again, her hands tightening around his shoulders.

Using her entire body, she flipped him onto his back and climbed over him.

"Aaahhhh…!" She moaned loudly and freely, her back curling as she sat directly on his rock-hard bulge. Roka took a couple of breaths, and looked down to meet his gaze. "I…"

She lacked the words, and hurriedly leaned in to kiss him instead.

His hands rested on her waist as she kissed him deeply.

He watched as she pulled back, saliva sticking to her tongue, her lips glistening, her hair cascading down her body like a waterfall.

Roka reached for her bra and tossed it away a moment later before leaning back in to kiss his neck wildly.

"Roka…!" Cero groaned. "Roka…"

He called out, but there was no answer.

A switch had been flipped inside of Roka. The lust and horniness and love and affection she had spent so long repressing unfurled like a hurricane.

It was only a while later that Roka finally talked. She pulled back until her knees dug into the mattress between Cero's legs.

"Now," Roka tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, chin inches away from his bulge. "Should I show you…" Her free hand hanging to the edge of Cero's pants. "How I did it?"