Kuroha began to remember all he knew. Before anything else, a kiss was the most important. For the first time, rather than acting like a beast in heat, simply kissing could allow you to set a better mood and relax the girl.

When he brought her pleasant pink lip into his mouth and sucked on it, Momo vacantly closed her eyes. She then wrapped her arms around his neck with the familiarity of lovers with years of experience. They seemed to be creating their own private world.

(My first kiss!)

The instant Momo felt Kuroha’s lips on hers, her ice-cold body melted as though she had blended into hot water. A familiar and comfortable sensation constantly released from her body as she slowly stretched herself in itchiness and joy.

At the same time, her entire body softened and all she could do was to awkwardly stick out her tongue in response to Kuroha’s lure.

“Nn!…*huff* *huff*”

Coming out from the quiet room were the sounds of heavy breathing and the salivary sounds of tongues tantalizing each other. After a while, they slowly separated from each other, a light string of saliva still connecting each other.

“Your lips taste like apples.”

After moving a bit away, he poked at her cherry blossom petal-shaped lips with his tongue and licked off the overflowing saliva. The girl let him without opening her eyes.

“I want to eat more of you.”

“…Ah.”

They said little, but she opened her mouth as if their hearts were connected.

As he started growing dizzy from the sweet aroma of her saliva, he found her tongue at the bottom.

When he gently teased it, she quickly realized what he wanted and stuck it out. He did not hesitate to lick all over it. The air caught below her tongue made obscene noises.

(Her tongue…is so sticky and cute.)

Their sticky tongues pressed against each other for a while as he tasted her mouth.

(Um, you do it like this, right?)

He never experienced it, but this was what they called french kiss right?

“Nfhn…”

He deepened the kiss further.

Momo was completely dazed, she had no way to know if Kuroha was a good or bad kisser, but, if it was considered bad, she couldn’t even imagine what would count as good.

While momo was still a little dazed, Kuroha nimbly undid the knot on Momo’s nightgown. It wasn’t a dress with lace in the front so they were easy to unknot

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The outer shell that enveloped her fell off entirely and what was left was the alluring, half-naked body of an innocent lady. Sensing the chills of the late-night breeze, Momo slightly shuddered and she began to moan softly along with Kuroha’s gentle caresses.

(Beautiful)

*Gulp* Kuroha couldn’t but swallow in fascination at the scene in front of him. Despite knowing how rude it was, Kuroha couldn’t help but compare her body with Mirko. Momo was different from Mirko. Her body was softer and lighter. It wasn’t a question about one being more beautiful than the other. Each girl had their own charm. A man just had to find and appreciate them.

Despite all his bravado and confidence in himself, Kuroha was after all also a virgin. His adventure with Mirko was entirely one-sided. As such, it was the first time he touched a girl’s body with the intention to bring pleasure. Still, seeing Momo’s reaction, a deep desire began to burn in Kuroha.

Momo wasn’t wearing a bra. As such, her bare chest could be seen spilling from the now open gown. She couldn’t help but blush and turn her head aside. She had the urge to cover her chest, but, in the end, didn’t do so.

(Fascinating!)

Kuroha had to resist the growing urge in his body. He knew that as a virgin, Momo would face great pain during her first time. His duty as a man wasn’t just penetrating and jack hammering her as if he was in a hentai. No, he had to take care of her and make it as easy as possible.

He leaned a little and murmured in Momo's ear,

“You’re so beautiful. I am really lucky to have you.”

If Momo was red before she was now legitimately crimson. *Chuckle* Kuroha was pretty satisfied with the result. He knew that during the preliminary and even during the act itself, words could be as effective as touch.

Now, the more serious part began. Kuroha's eyes gazed at those heavy and bountiful breasts of her's with deep fascination.

Kuroha always thought that Momo's breasts were quite huge. But “quite” did not cover it. “Very” or even “incredibly” would better describe the volume before his eyes. After all. Everything was relative. One could already imagine how huge they would be once she grew up.

He couldn’t help but tease her a little, he idly remarked

“You look…a lot skinnier with your clothes on.”

Her cheeks grew red from embarrassment at this and she did not know how to answer apart from staying silent. Kuroha simply chuckled at this response. He always had a sharp tongue, but it was the first time he felt so good while verbally attacking someone.

(Perhaps I am an S deep down? Naaa!! Surely not.)

He stopped thinking about this and put back his attention on Momo. He used his hand to hold them,

*Squish.*

(W-wow. They really are heavy.)

He could feel the elasticity pressing down on his hands. It was as soft as pudding, yet it had an intense elasticity that pushed back at his fingers like springs.

He had no real preference in size. But still, he had to accept that big breasts were really special.

She had narrow shoulders, yet they smoothly swelled out in beautiful bowl shapes. When he touched them, he found them to be the perfect level of soft yet also vibrantly elastic. They were too large to fit in his hands either way, but he judged by eye that these were a few sizes bigger than Himiko's.

The comfortable weight and elasticity seemed to fill Kuroha with pleasure. With his fingers digging into them, he moved his hands in large circles to fondle those great masses.

“Nn!…”

Momo couldn't help but stifle a moan as pleasure began to cloud her brain. For one, it seemed like she was rather sensitive. What more from just a psychological standpoint she couldn't help but be excited by the situation.

(I’m touching Momo breasts.)

The more time passed the more excited Kuroha became. A tremor of nerves passed through his fingers and jiggled her breasts a little.

He looked up, wanting to see her face again.

“…”

(She’s beautiful.)

The same thought couldn’t help but appear in is mind. Her long hair wasn’t tied in a ponytail as such they lay scattered on the bed, the look of intoxication on her face was so alluring Kuroha had to give his all to control his desires to simply ravish her.

Momo muttered with moist eyes and rough breath

“...Nn! Kuro...ha. Please.*huff* *huff*..don’t... stop.”

“*Ugh*”

(Her voice is so sexual now.)

This was like receiving a hit in the gut. Anyone else with less self-control would have lost it here.

He decided to target another place, his hand slowly caressed her while progressively going down until it reached his target and tightly gripped her firm butt. Her butt wasn’t as soft and as her breast, but the feeling was incredible.

The hills of her butt were just as ideally large as her bust. Seductively tight thighs were located at the base of the lovely legs extending from her perfectly slender hips. Every part of her body was perfect.

He continued to nibble on her lips then kiss her deeply. The more of his saliva she swallowed, the more obedient she grew. His hand wasn't idle either. He fondled her butt before moving toward a more sensitive place. She had initially closed her legs in embarrassment, but they were now spread to welcome him in.

(The surrounding flesh is so soft… and her butt is really warm.)

He gently rubbed the hidden lips that grew obscenely visible through her panties when she spread her thighs. That was enough for Momo to sensitively furrows her brows and wrap her soft tongue around his in place of words.

Thanks to his movements, her body grew more flushed with every movement of his arm and of his fingertips. An embarrassing stain was steadily growing wider on her black panties.

(I want her.)