In that state I advanced one step, then two, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, stripped away the thin blanket, and pressed my lips against his as if they were drawn to them.
—Smooch...
The small sound of a kiss resounded in the quiet room, and at the same time the softness of El's lips pierced my breast.
The squishy, peculiar sensation was softer even than sweets made of gelatin, and more delicious.
But unlike gelatin, several fine cracks stood out on their surface.
I had heard that after being made to work as hard as he could in training, he, being Lady Mercè's favorite, was being made to accompany his superior drinking as well, so... he must surely be exhausted.
—...If it were me... If it were me, I wouldn't do such things... I would put your physical wellbeing first, El... I'd do whatever would make you happiest...
I was roused to feelings of jealousy and rivalry by the image of Lady Mercè that appeared in my mind's eye, and I made my tongue crawl softly along his cracked lips.
I licked the cracks conscientiously one by one, making sure to keep my tongue covered in plenty of saliva.
Every time I licked El's soft lips a refreshing sweetness as of a juice made from fruit was transmitted to me through my tongue.
—Delicious... El's lips... are so sweet and delicious...
Their refreshing, elegant sweetness was more luscious than any delicacy I had ever eaten.
I could not resist their dangerous fragrance, which seemed as if it was going to melt me to the marrow of my bones if I continued to eat.
Lead by my instincts, I made my tongue crawl passionately.
And yet, as my saliva gleamed that sweetness was gradually going out of his lips, from which the cracks too had vanished.
As soon as my body's frustration at that caused my chest to throb and momentarily to tighten, my tongue accidentally parted his lips, and made contact with his oral cavity.
"Fuaah... "
That alone was enough to make the earlier sweetness wrap itself around my tongue.
But it was so concentrated that it could not be compared with that of just his lips.
My body responded to that sensation, which seemed about to melt not just my bones but my brains as well, by further exposing its greed.
"Fuhyuuu... ooo! "
—Sweet... So sweet...
Almost as if to welcome me, the lining of his mouth, in contact with my tongue, made me a present of that first-rate nectar — of his saliva.
My tongue, lapping that up as if literally bathing in it, was dancing inside his mouth as if entranced.
Saliva also overflowed from my own mouth, which had lolled half-open of its own accord.
It traveled along my tongue and poured into El's mouth.
—Aah... To think that a kissing felt this good...
Of course, when it came to kissing I had yearned and dreamed as much as anyone.
But I had never even imagined that it would be so pleasurable and sweet as to make shivers run along my spine.
Just kissing like that was enough to make not just my body but my brains numb and melt, and to set my heart pounding; it felt as if I was going to become one with him.
I became dazed and devoured his mouth eagerly.
—Oh no... After I've tasted something like this... I won't be able to eat anything else anymore... I'll end up wanting to do nothing but kiss as long as I live...
The cocktail of our mixed saliva was far richer and more lascivious than the cloudy liquid I had tasted before.
Moreover, even as I was kissing him and odor was rising from his body and causing my womb to ache with expectation.
The sensation of that ache boiling up from within my body along with pleasure and a sense of fulfillment drove me into the domain of a dependence that surpassed addiction.
If, in exchange for being able to eat nothing else, I could spend my whole life just kissing... surely that would be an unmitigated joy.
Such things were all I could think of.
—This... this is all thanks to you too, isn't it El...? Because you're so lovely, little by little... I... ended up falling in love with you...
Deepening my dependence on El's saliva meant the same as deepening my dependence on him.
It was to the extent that, even as I was kissing him, my love for El grew gradually larger until it seemed on the verge of overflowing.
And then I was running my tongue all over the inside of El's mouth as if trying to return my love to its source in him.
—That love of mine would reach him, and...
I realized that El's eyes, which had been peacefully closed the whole time, were slowly opening before me.
There was a look of suspicion in the eyes that were being turned to me, sweet saliva pouring from my mouth.
But as he had only just regained consciousness, he must still be half asleep.
He was still just staring blankly at me and displaying no reaction.
—Hee hee... Still a sleepyhead, I see...
Even when we were children, waking up had been the only time I had been able to act like an older sister.
It wasn't only once or twice that I had, first thing after rising, dragged El, sleepily rubbing his eyes, from his bed.
In spite of myself, I couldn't help being glad that his low blood pressure hadn't changed a bit since then.
—Still... he won't stay that way for long...
However much of a sleepyhead he was, there was no way he would continue to battle with drowsiness forever.
To say nothing of the fact that I was currently right in the middle of stealing a kiss.
Surely his mind would soon spring to life at that, which as far as he was concerned was a surprise attack.