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Being able to taste Emilia's soft, pliable lips over the next few minutes was far from being the worst of punishments.
In fact, Noelle believed that she would normally be able to indulge herself by suckling on the crimson-haired beauty's lips for an eternity without ever being tired.
But as it was right now, there was no way for Noelle to deny that this was an extreme test of both her patience and self-control.
Having almost reached the point of no return, the subtle delight from being able to kiss the younger girl's delectable lips was like a sprinkle of water in a raging inferno.
It didn't reduce the intensity of the fire at all. If anything, it only made the fire burn stronger, and the only way to quench it was with a lot more 'water' that would satiate her 'thirst'.
