Chapter 1694 - 235 - The Country Bumpkin Goes to the Capital (4)

Her scent was surprisingly nice, and I couldn't help noticing that it was different from the last time we'd been together.

When I first fucked her, she had mostly smelled like soap, probably because she had recently.

This time, however, things were slightly different.

She had traveled all the way here, after all, so it made sense that she'd worked up a little sweat along the way.

Even so, it didn't make her smell unpleasant.

If anything, the faint scent of sweat made her natural scent stand out more, and there was something strangely alluring about it that I hadn't expected.

It made her feel more natural somehow, rather than smelling like she'd just stepped out of a bath specifically for the occasion.

I pulled her up from the chair where she had been sitting, and before she could properly react, I lifted her completely off her feet.

"W-Woah!" she exclaimed, looking genuinely surprised by how quickly I'd picked her up.

She seemed a little shocked at first, but the expression on her face quickly changed into something much more pleased, and judging from the way she looked at me, she clearly wasn't complaining about being carried.

In fact, she seemed like she couldn't quite get enough of it.

"Are you excited, Anna?" I asked while holding her securely in my arms.

"Yup. Verily," she answered, somehow managing to sound incredibly eager while using a word that made her sound like she'd stepped out of some old-fashioned royal court.

I couldn't help smiling at her response because that combination of enthusiasm and strangely formal wording was so perfectly her that I wasn't even sure what else I could have expected.

With her safely held in my arms in a princess carry, I started walking toward the secret bedroom hidden inside the cafe, the same private room where I usually fucked Amy.

Anna remained in my arms as I carried her farther into the cafe, and she continued looking at me with that same expectant expression she had worn ever since she'd asked whether I wanted her specifically.

The room wasn't particularly far away.

I tightened my hold on her slightly so she wouldn't slip while I continued toward the hidden bedroom, while she quietly rested against me and seemed perfectly comfortable being carried the entire way.

Considering how eager she'd been only moments earlier, I had a feeling she wasn't going to complain about getting there slowly either.

After putting her carefully onto the bed, I took a moment to lean down and kiss her before doing anything else.

Her lips met mine, and we gently explored each other's mouths with our tongues, sharing our warmth and making sure that the two of us could fully savor the closeness we were enjoying together.

The soft sounds of our kissing echoed throughout the room, making the otherwise quiet atmosphere feel much more intimate than it had been only moments earlier.

She kept pressing herself against me, while I felt as though my body was slowly melting into hers simply because of how close we were holding each other.

We continued holding each other like that until her hands moved down toward my shirt and started pulling it off my body without much hesitation.

Once she finally managed to get it off, she casually tossed it beside the bed, leaving it there without giving the discarded shirt another thought.

Then I was the one who started removing her dress, carefully working around the buttons while she remained close enough for me to feel her warmth.

Her dress was buttoned down the middle, and technically, it was a one-piece dress, although she was also wearing another layer of skirt underneath the main skirt because the dress itself was a little on the short side.

It sounded somewhat strange when explained on paper, but when you actually saw it directly in person, the combination looked surprisingly good on her.

Whoever designed this dress must have been incredibly talented, because somehow, all those different layers actually managed to work together without making the whole thing look unnecessarily complicated.

I placed both of my hands on the buttons and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse, taking my time as I gradually revealed what she had been wearing underneath her clothes.

As I did, I gradually felt as though I were peeling away the wrapping from some kind of treasure hidden underneath her clothes, and the thought honestly made me feel a little ridiculous for how strongly I was reacting to it.

Her skin was smooth and almost porcelain-like, although it wasn't exactly that pale, since there was still a natural warmth to her complexion that made it look as though she had been gently bathed in milk.

She was also wearing rather provocative lingerie underneath her clothes, which immediately made it obvious that she had put more thought into her outfit than I had initially realized.

It was a casual wine-red bra with patterns that looked almost deliberately designed to tease whoever happened to be undressing her, which made me wonder if she had actually chosen it with this exact situation in mind.

She looked away while I stared at the sight in front of me, seemingly embarrassed by the attention even though she had clearly put quite a bit of thought into what she was wearing.

"You prepared quite a lot, huh? Were you expecting to be fucked that much?"

"W-Well, it has been a while since we did it, and I feel like I should try to boost my confidence a little and make a bold move for once," she said.

She eventually looked back at me, her expression carrying a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity that made it pretty obvious she was genuinely wondering what I thought about her choice.

"Did I overdo it?"

"I don't think you overdid it," I replied honestly.

Looking at her right then, I could feel my lust for her growing at an almost ridiculous rate, and honestly, it was a little embarrassing how quickly my self-control was starting to disappear.

I tried to keep myself composed, although pretending that I wasn't affected by what I was seeing would have been a pretty pointless effort considering how close we already were.

"I'm glad," she said, sounding noticeably relieved after hearing my answer and seeming a little more confident about what she had chosen to wear.

With that, I leaned in and continued kissing her, letting the moment carry itself naturally instead of worrying too much about what either of us should do next.

Her lips met mine again, and the way we kissed made it feel as though both of us had been hungry for each other's affection for far longer than either of us wanted to admit.

My hands moved toward her breasts, and I gently massaged and kneaded them over her bra while continuing to stay close to her.

"Nnnhaa...~"

As I continued, she began to moan softly, her voice carrying through the room as her body reacted to the sensations she was receiving.

Her reaction made it increasingly difficult for me to keep my thoughts organized, although I suppose trying to think clearly during a moment like this was already asking a little too much from myself.

After a while, I pulled her bra upward, revealing her breasts to me while she remained close and continued looking somewhat embarrassed by how much attention I was giving her.

She had large breasts, practically almost the same size as Amon's, and seeing them uncovered so suddenly made it difficult for me to keep my attention anywhere else.

I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth, slowly teasing it with my tongue while paying attention to how she reacted to the sensation.

"Nnhaa...~ Nnghh, ahhh...!"

I could feel her body tense and strain from the sensation, with her reaction making it obvious just how sensitive she had become.

After a little while, I pulled my tongue away and began moving lower, continuing to follow the direction my attention had naturally taken.

I lifted both of her legs, which naturally caused her skirt to rise along with them, and when I did, I was greeted by the sight of her crotch.

Her panties were the same wine-red color as her bra.

There was already a noticeable stain of wetness across the fabric, making it clear that her body had been reacting strongly to everything that had happened so far.

I pressed my mouth against the fabric and began teasing her through it, tasting the dampness that had already soaked into her panties.