A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 92: Not Long Ago, Kiven’s Story (3) **

Chapter 92: Not Long Ago, Kiven’s Story (3) **

After that, Kiven didn't feel frustrated, as if it were a lie.

"Oh. Kiven! Are you looking good these days?"

"Haha. Well, as usual."

"You've been looking a bit dazed lately. Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. "I guess it was just a cold or something."

"Can I catch a cold after working out like that every day? Didn't I do it too harshly? "Take it easy."

"Don't worry, I'm controlling it these days."

I run while chatting with the village guy.

It had been a routine for a long time, and the villagers knew what Kiven was training for, so no one was suspicious of Kiven wandering around the village.

Kiven was also not ashamed of others. Training for a goal was something she was proud of.

Until recently.

Kiven's legs, which had been making cheerful footsteps, gradually slowed down.

Eventually, his feet stopped in front of Sophie's house.

Not long ago, I picked up my speed to quickly pass in front of this house, but now I stopped walking.

Kiven checked the surroundings.

"Sophie, are you there?"

I called out to Sophie in a loud voice that could be heard throughout the house.

If there was anyone in the house, it was so loud that they couldn't hear it unless they were taking a nap.

But there was no answer.

If you call this loudly and there is no answer, it is common to assume that no one is home. I'll hurry on my way and say I'll come back the next time there's someone there.

But Kiven was convinced that there was someone in the house.

Not only did I know the schedule of my childhood friend, Sophie, but I also felt that the tightness in my chest that had been slowly rising was gradually subsiding.

An accident that occurred not long ago in which an explosion was heard in Sophie's room.

And when he went in to save Sophie, he came into contact with Sophie's private parts as if possessed.

Until then, she felt increasingly frustrated every time she saw Sophie, but after that, the more she came into contact with Sophie, the more she felt at ease.

No, maybe if I had met Sophie before the accident, I might have felt relieved.

Since I had been avoiding Sophie to avoid the dark emotions rising up, I didn't know what would have happened if I had encountered her in person.

What was certain, though, was that if I contacted Sophie now, my frustrated mind would be relieved.

On the other hand, if I did not contact Sophie, the feeling of frustration would recur as the days passed, and my head would hurt as if it were going to break.

Therefore, Kiven broke into Sophie's house every few days or so and played with her soft insides.

Of course, I didn't get Sophie's permission. It was an outright crime.

However, when he tried to think about that fact and feel guilty, a black fog suddenly rose up as if he had never been quiet, covering his mind and making it impossible for him to think anymore.

It was clearly a strange situation, but Soira, who noticed it and pointed it out, had left this village a long time ago.

Kiven knocked on the front door of Sophie's house.

Even if he called loudly, no one answered, so there was no way he would get a response by knocking on the door.

However, Kiven's purpose was different.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Boom.

He keeps knocking on the door, grabbing the doorknob and pushing it up.

Squeak.

When I tried it a few times, there was an unpleasant sound of metal rubbing, and it felt like it was getting stuck somewhere.

And let's turn the doorknob again.

Click.

A sound that should not be heard without a key was heard, and the door was opened.

The first day I ran into Sophie's house.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the lock that was broken by force was not completely broken, and although it was locked, it could be opened by applying force from a certain angle.

Kiven, who found out about this, took advantage of this and visited Sophie's house several times.

It was the same today.

As had already been repeated several times, Kiven entered the house and headed towards Sophie's room without hesitation as if it were his own.

When you open Sophie's door, which is made of the same material as the surroundings but has a strangely sweet scent, you can see Sophie sitting at a desk, absorbed in something.

I held the alchemy material, which I had no idea what it would have looked like before it was processed into a material, and opened it up and down in both hands, weighed it using a scale, and finally, after carefully checking to see if it matched what was written in the magic book, I poured it into the solution contained in the potion bottle. Put it in.

He seemed to be in a state of concentration as usual.

Kiven also approached Sophie without hesitation. As always.

I put my hand on Sophie's shoulder, but of course there was no response.

After several experiments, Kiven found out the conditions under which Sophie reacts when she falls into this state.

Sophie did not react at all to touching, touching, or even hitting.

However, it reacted if someone tried to take the material it was holding, played with the solution being tested, or tried to block its vision by covering its eyes.

It felt like I was reacting mechanically to 'interfering with the experiment' rather than reacting to an individual named Kiven.

So, all I had to do was not prevent the experiment.

Casting.

Kiven cupped Sophie's breasts over her clothes casually.

It was the breast that she touched every time she broke into Sophie's room, but it was a feeling she never got tired of, no matter how many times she touched it.

There was no way Sophie, with her incredible concentration, would make the same mistake twice, and the first day was the last time she exposed her bare breasts.

So, at first, Kiven was satisfied with playing with her breasts over her clothes. That was enough to relieve his frustration.

Touching her chest, stroking her head, poking her cheek... It was already a crime when he trespassed and touched her breasts, but that was enough.

However, as the number of times increased, the level of necessary actions gradually increased.

As if I was self-conscious about this frustration, this black fog circling around in my head, my demands grew bigger and bigger day by day.

Accordingly, Kiven's actions became bolder.

Sigh.

Kiven put his hand into Sophie's short sleeve.

I can feel my armpits being smooth and without any hair.

How is every single detail of a woman's body so attractive? She enjoys the unique temperature felt between her armpits and forearms and then moves on to her next target.

Unlike before, the clothes didn't melt or anything, so of course the target area was covered with thick fabric and a bra.

I trace her hand, passing the soft peaks and entering the valley between the peaks.

Center of the valley. If you hold this part of the bra and pull it upward.

Sloshing.

The two mountains lose their support, and their elastic appearance is revealed without modification or subtraction by gravity.

Her breasts, which became easier to touch, were also massaged as desired using the hand inserted through her other sleeve.

For this moment, this heart belonged to Kiven.

Gently squeeze, knead, and lift.

Place your index finger on the small nipple that gently pushes up the fabric on her chest and quickly move it back and forth.

– Flinch!

Sophie's body trembles slightly like a frightened small animal.

After going through several experiences, Kiven now knew.

This reaction was the reaction that Sophie was feeling.

If you persistently tease the nipple, not paying attention to the fact that your body is shaking, and when the nipple becomes completely hard and erect, use your thumb and index finger to sharply pinch it.

Burr!

A large vibration passes through Sophie's body.

"Whoa... "

A hot sigh escapes from the small, open mouth.

How long had it been since a man's finger touched her chest? Sophie's body reached climax in an instant.

Despite this, Sophie's focus on pensions did not stop.

A slight tremor will not interfere with your pension. In other words, Sophie was still focused.

Kiven also understood that Sophie was not waking up to this extent.

However, if evidence remains after the act, it is a different story.

Kiven grabbed the back of Sophie's chair and pulled it back to destroy the evidence and move on to the next act.

– Sigh...

The chair legs drag on the floor and make an unpleasant sound.

As Kiven pushed the chair back, Sophie's posture changed from leaning deeply against the backrest to having only her buttocks resting on the chair, and then to standing in the middle of the room when all the chairs were pulled out.

Kiven sat comfortably on the chair he had pulled out. The warm feeling from his buttocks seemed to indicate that Sophie's buttocks had been pressed against this chair just a moment ago.

Then, she slowly lifted Sophie's long skirt that reached down to her ankles.

There is no one there anyway, and Sophie herself is not properly conscious.

It was the same whether she rolled it up slowly or all at once, but Kiven liked this moment when Sophie's bare legs came into view little by little.

As the hem of the skirt passed over her calves, knees, and thighs and hung around her waist, Sophie's healthy buttocks and panties were completely exposed.

Rub carefully between the groins.

As expected, my panties were a little wet.

Even Sophie would feel strange if her panties were wet after the alchemy experiment. And we will take measures to prepare for any unexpected situation.

So to keep your panties from getting wet...

I took down my panties.

A long silver thread flowing out from the plump vagina caused the panties to no longer fulfill their original role and exposed her private parts.

Although it was a waste, I scrubbed the stains on my panties with a tissue and wiped away the creamy juices around my thighs and vagina.

A little bit of the stain itself remained, but I guess this can be chalked up to sweat.

Knock.

Tap your labia a few times with your fingertips. A softness that made you not think it was a human body lingered at the tips of your fingers.

I tapped the clitoris a few times, and in an instant, so much love juice came out that it made my fingerprints shine.

It means that preparations are sufficient.

Kiven pressed Sophie's back and made her lean against the desk, putting her butt back.

Even when she stood up or leaned on the desk with her elbows, Sophie didn't react at all.

I already knew. I think so.

Kiven smiled vulgarly and pulled at her waist.

My mind became completely cloudy, and I couldn't think of anything other than Sophie.