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After drinking far more than I could handle and ending up completely wasted, I was picked up by Nica and taken back to his room.
Nica: I told you not to drink that much. I knew this was going to happen.
Even while grumbling, he helped undress me, and I let him handle me as he rolled me around across the bed.
With practiced ease, Nica tried to slip a nightgown over my head.
Nica: Aw, how cute. You can’t even get dressed on your own anymore~
Something about his teasing expression and the way he said it irritated me just a little, so I snatched the nightgown away and tossed it aside.
Nica: Wai—, hey what are you doi— nn…
Before he could finish speaking, I stole his lips with my own, still faintly scented with alcohol.
Startled, he tried to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss instead.
But then I noticed Nica’s cheeks slowly flushing red, his eyes growing hazy and unfocused.
(…Huh?)
The moment our lips parted, Nica lowered his head slightly and brushed his fingers over his mouth.
Nica: Everything feels kinda floaty…
(…Don’t tell me he got drunk just from kissing me!?)
No matter how bad his alcohol tolerance was, I hadn’t thought someone could actually get drunk from a kiss alone.
But apparently, I’d been completely wrong.
Nica: Why’re you making such a cute face, Kate?
Smiling brightly, he stroked my cheek before pressing a kiss to my neck.
Nica: I’ll give my perle lots and lots of kisses she loves so much.
His lips fell across my body one after another, ticklish enough to make me squirm.
The moment his arms wrapped around my back, there was nowhere left for me to escape.
Nica: Nuh-uh, we’re still kissing, remember?
(Nica’s acting weird!)
While my own drunkenness faded from sheer shock, he only grew softer and more unfocused, lazily leaving mark after mark across my chest.
At that moment, my eyes caught on the way his trousers looked almost painfully tight, and a thought crossed my mind.
(If I touch him… maybe I’ll get to see an even different side of him.)
Curiosity got the better of me, and I rubbed him through the fabric.
In response, Nica smiled happily and undid the buttons of his trousers himself.
Nica: If you’re gonna touch me, do it properly.
The moment I started stroking his hardened heat through his underwear, Nica slid my own underwear aside in return.
Nica: Let’s feel good together.
Kate: Ah—!
Hot fingers slid in and out of me, each thrust sending pleasure shooting through my body.
He fingered me relentlessly, teasing the heat building inside me… and little by little, we brought each other closer to the edge.
Nica: Nn…
Kate: Ah… ngh…
As the pleasure intensified, our breathing grew heavier, and in the end, I was the first to come.
Nica: …Hey, Kate.
Pulling his fingers from inside me, he rested his cheek against my breasts and tilted his head slightly.
Nica: I wanna do it with you… is that okay?
(H-How can he say something like that so adorably?!)
There was no way I could possibly refuse after that.
Instead of answering, I straddled his lap, and while sitting beneath me, Nica slowly pushed himself deep inside me.
Kate: Ah… nn…
Usually, this was where he’d start thrusting, but tonight, Nica barely moved at all.
Instead, he simply savored the feeling of being inside me while murmuring sweet words against my ear again and again.
Nica: So cute… you’re so cute, perle.
Nica: I wanna stay like this forever… my precious pearl.
Each honeyed word made the deepest part of me ache, tightening helplessly around him.
In response, Nica smiled shyly, almost happily.
Nica: C’mon… show me an even cuter face.
And by the time our sweet little moment finally ended and we collapsed together onto the bed, it seemed Nica had sobered up at least a little.
(That was the first time I’d ever seen Nica act that sweet… but honestly, he was adorable.)
The moment I let out a quiet laugh at the memory, he looked at me with a sulky expression.
Nica: Don’t laugh…
Kate: Hehe, sorry. You were just too cute.
Still seeming a little lightheaded, Nica’s words were slightly slurred, and he puffed out his glossy lips in obvious dissatisfaction.
Nica: …From now on, kissing when you’ve been drinking is banned.
Kate: Nica, do you hate kissing me that much?!
I deliberately put on a wounded expression, and Nica immediately looked away.
Nica: …Actually, forget what I said. I’d hate it more if you stopped kissing me.
His still-melted gaze slowly turned back toward me.
Face growing even redder, Nica buried half his face into the cushion before quietly parting his lips.
Nica: Just… don’t laugh at me tomorrow morning, okay?
Everything about it — his words, his expression — was unbearably cute.
Kate: I’ll do my best.
I said I’d do my best, but I was absolutely going to laugh tomorrow too.