NOVEL NEXT chapter 46 - 18+
It felt like being swallowed whole by an unimaginably large beast. His entire body was being sucked in, stretched tight, while something below rubbed and pressed against him; all he could do was flail helplessly, pushing at him with trembling hands. When the fingers that had been rubbing the head of his shaft suddenly slid down the length of it as though peeling off his skin, Uichan’s eyes squeezed shut.
“Ah… too, too hard…”
“Uichan’s really sensitive, huh… If this is already hard, how much gentler do I have to be?”
The man’s hand brushed down past his armpit and grabbed his chest. He flicked at Uichan’s hardened nipple, then caught it between his fingers and pressed tightly until a milky fluid pooled at the tip of Uichan’s member.
“But you said… this feels good.”
La Épée, holding Uichan’s trembling legs apart, glanced down. The skin was flushed, marked red with handprints. Tightening his grip around Uichan’s hardened shaft, he moved it with a force that made moans spill from Uichan’s lips.
He couldn’t understand why—why La Épée was only holding and shaking him like that. Uichan tried to speak, but before he could, La Épée leaned close and whispered into his ear.
“Uichan, if I suck here… would you hate it?”
“N–no…”
Uichan didn’t understand what he meant, but instinctively shook his head.
“Then, what about here.”
The man’s fingers moved lower, pressing firmly beneath his buttocks. When he lightly pushed against the tightly closed entrance, it refused to give way. Tensed up and clenched tight, Uichan shook his head desperately this time.
“Well… fine. I won’t do anything you don’t want today.”
Again—it was that tone. It kept reminding him of someone else. La Épée’s usual voice carried a cold, authoritative edge, but now it was soft, almost gentle. The change confused Uichan, though he couldn’t put it into words.
“Then there’s no helping it. Uichan will have to suck well, then.”
A firm thumb pressed against his lips. When his mouth opened, the intruding finger pushed in, pressing his tongue wetly.
“Suck. Yes… just like that.”
When the finger that had reached all the way to his throat finally withdrew, Uichan tensed up again. He already knew, instinctively, where that hand was heading next.
It slid down between his spread legs, tracing along the perineum before pressing against the deep, hidden place.
And then, the finger rested at the entrance and pressed inward.
“Ha…!”
La Épée exhaled a heated breath as he pushed against the tight passage. Stripping off his upper clothes, he brought his lower body close, gripping the backs of Uichan’s knees to lift his hips higher.
“Relax, Uichan.”
“Ah… huhk.”
There was no way he could handle it that easily. Yet the fingers kept forcing their way in, persistently pushing deeper as if carving out a path. When Uichan clutched the sheets in pain, La Épée soothed him by sucking at his ear and neck, then flicked and shook his shaft in a quick rhythm.
Uichan’s spine arched; an unbearable wave of release swelled inside him. When the man’s fingertip scraped the opening of his urethra, his hips jerked on their own.
The veins on La Épée’s forearm bulged. He moved Uichan’s shaft at a speed impossible to keep up with, and Uichan buried his face into the sheet, sobbing. His vision flashed white and black; he felt as if drowning, gasping for air.
He reached out to push him away, choking and panting, saliva spilling from his mouth. Flipping onto his stomach, he tried to crawl away—but La Épée caught his pelvis and dragged him back, pressing him against the hard bulge in his pants.
Through the cloth, the thick erection ground against Uichan’s perineum, rubbing painfully and hot.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Don’t—ah… stop, hhh….”
He shook his head, stretched his legs, even pulled at the sheet, but it was no use. Breathing raggedly, Uichan thrashed like a man drowning underwater—until suddenly every muscle in his back seized up. Clenching his teeth, he pressed his forehead to the bed and shuddered as though struck by a seizure.
La Épée, still jerking the pale shaft tightly in his grip, swiftly wrapped his hand around the head and circled it. The slit throbbed, spurting thick semen in several bursts. Uichan went limp, drained of all strength. A lazy hand trailed down his curved spine.
But it wasn’t over. Or perhaps, this was only the beginning.
La Épée’s hand spread open the soft flesh of Uichan’s upturned hips. He leisurely smeared the semen over the entrance, then pressed inward. Uichan, still limp from orgasm, trembled in his thighs.
“Ugh!”
A thumb forced its way into the tight hole, slipping in slickly. At first it only teased the rim, but as time passed, the fingers pressed deeper, widening the inner walls. One finger became two, then three, spreading him open as his palm twisted and moved, carefully spreading the semen inside.
“Hh, ah…”
At first, it was nothing but pain. Then, little by little, a feverish itch began to spread below, as if fire had caught there. Uichan clamped his lips shut, enduring it, until the man’s fingers struck a swollen spot deep inside; startled, his shoulders jerked violently. The heat rose so high it felt terrifying, his thoughts dissolving into haze.
In the end, unable to stand it, Uichan pressed his forehead against the sheet and spoke. He was the only one left straining, the only one holding back.
“Just… f-faster…”
“I’ve only got three fingers in, and you already want it faster?”
“You’ll hurt yourself like that.” Even as he said it, La Épée’s breath came out rough, barely controlled. He turned his hand palm-up and drove his fingers hard inside. Uichan bit his lip and shut his eyes tight.
The hole clinging to his fingers was flushed and wet, swollen from the stretching. Each time those fingers pushed all the way in, pressing at his depths, Uichan shuddered uncontrollably. He /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ wanted to beg—please stop, it’s enough, just put it in already—but every time the fingers brushed that one place, a chill shot up his spine and he could only gasp for breath.
Then came the sharp sound of a zipper being drawn down. Uichan’s hands clenched as if bracing himself. He hadn’t even begun, yet the hair at his temples was already soaked through with sweat. Somehow he found himself face-to-face with La Épée again.
“If you’re already like this before we’ve even started, what’ll you do later?”
“Haa… ugh.”
La Épée kissed him everywhere—his damp cheeks, his forehead, the skin behind his ears—licking away every trace of sweat. And then Uichan flinched. His gaze trembled, body going rigid by instinct.
Down below—
“This… what…”
Below—
A massive, unspeakably large pillar of heat was pressing against him, parting the flesh of his backside and grinding against the tight entrance. Uichan’s gaze dropped downward, and his chest lurched in shock.
“N-no… it—it can’t…”
“…After you took three fingers at once.”
“Ah… hh, huhhk…”
“How could this possibly not fit?”
The entrance spread slowly as the shaft began to push in. The unfamiliar sensation made Uichan’s mouth open soundlessly. La Épée gripped the base and forced the head forward, pressing hard. It felt far too tight, impossible that it could go in, yet with heavy, inexorable pressure, it began to force its way past the tender flesh. His large hand wrapped around Uichan’s trembling thighs, stroking them in reassurance.
Then, with a thick sound, the broad head ground deep into the hot inner walls. Uichan’s shoulders seized up; his head tilted back, exposing the line of his throat.
“Hhhk, ah… hhuhk!”
Why… why did it feel so different from that night? It hurt more now; a throbbing ache burned inside him. He couldn’t loosen up, couldn’t open himself the way he had before. Back then, he hadn’t even seen it—hadn’t realized how thick it was.
Now every sound, every brush of breath against his shoulder, every stroke of that hand down his body, every inch of the thick shaft stretching his inner folds—he felt it all too vividly.
“Hhuhk… ah!”
“Uichan.”
La Épée’s hand slipped into his clenched one, their fingers locking together. His hips ached from being forced wide, and still the shaft kept pushing in. How much farther could it go? Gasping, Uichan looked down just as the man’s hot breath brushed across his nose.
And then that gentle voice made him lift his eyes.
“Look at me, Uichan.”
“Don’t pull out… hh… just—just hurry…”
“I said, look.”
The tip that had been pressing in slid back slowly, resting right at the entrance again. Uichan gasped, lifting his head in alarm. He wanted it back inside already—there was no point in delaying. Even that little bit had filled him so completely, the pressure overwhelming.
He wanted him to push all the way in like that night—so fast and deep that he wouldn’t even have time to think, until everything inside him went blank. If he lost his senses, maybe time would pass like an arrow.
A hand tilted his chin upward. Through the heat-blurred haze, Uichan saw La Épée’s face. The tip rubbed at the entrance, teasing, and his hips twitched on their own.
“Uichan… why are you so impatient? You want me to hurry?”
“Y-yes, just… put it in… please…”
Uichan nodded, eyes half-unfocused and wet enough to spill tears with a single touch. With a wet sound, the shaft slid back in, slow and heavy. The thick head began to press through the tight folds of his inner walls—
“…Uichan. Focus for a second.”
The soft, steady voice snapped him out of the haze.
“Even if your first time was… shared, you should at least know who you’re with right now.”
Who else could it be? Of course, Uichan thought—it was La Épée—
“……”
But then—why?
Why was there something in that man’s eyes that shouldn’t be there?
Uichan’s dazed vision began to clear. The man waited silently, letting him see, letting him recognize.
And then, when Uichan caught sight of the faint constellation in those ash-gray eyes, he shoved at him hard enough that the bed creaked. It barely moved him a hand’s width—but what he saw was unmistakable.
That pattern.
The Big Dipper.