Editing City Series:Volume6e Chapter3 (section)

===Part 3===

Her body heated up quickly thanks to the wine.

At first, his hands felt ticklish touching her through her shirt.

But once they began kissing and breathing more heavily, that changed to something sharper than ticklish.

Her other senses were growing sharper too. He held her in his left arm and lay her down on her back.

When he leaned over her and touched her, her body moved more than she expected.

He reached for the collar of her shirt and undid the top button.

“Ah.”

One by one, he undid the buttons down to her hips and his face sank into the exposed skin.

His lips and damp tongue felt so much softer than his fingers as they touched her collarbones and worked their way down.

Her heart pounded extra hard when she suddenly recalled what had happened last year in Borderson.

“U-um, Berger. If you’re going to b-bite me, warn me first.”

“Really? Then do I need to warn you before every grope and lick too?”

“Eh? But…”

“Grope, grope, lick, lick, bite, grope, pinch, lick.”

“Hey, ah, wait, you’re not a puppy, you pervert!”

“What, I’m just doing what you asked? Bite!”

The sensation that vanished from below her navel suddenly came back as hard teeth biting at her collarbone.

She yelped and twisted her body and he reached down to finish unbuttoning her shirt. Her twisting stripped the shirt from her, revealing her in nothing but her underwear.

“Oh.”

She looked up at him, but he was only unbuttoning his own shirt and looking down at her.

Unsure what to do, she lifted her knees and tried to press her thighs together, but…

“Um, Berger? What is your hand doing between my legs?”

“Open sesame!”

His hand grabbed her left inner thigh and she realized she had a thin layer of sweat on her legs.

She reflexively spread her legs a bit to avoid the damp sensation.

He shifted to the right to avoid her moving leg.

A moment later, he pulled down her underwear.

Before she could say a thing, she felt the white cloth catch on her foot and then it was in his hand.

It all happened so fast she wasn’t sure what she should say, if she should say anything at all, or what she should do. Meanwhile, he looked at the underwear in his hand.

“Fancy.”

“I-I don’t need your opinion on that!”

“Now, now.”

He set the underwear down on the bed, pulled his left hand out from below her half-removed shirt, and stuck it between the shirt and her back instead.

His right hand removed her bra, so her chest lost its support and felt the air.

She tried twisting her body to see if she was frozen up with tension or not.

She could move. So she relaxed and shifted her position to remove her shirt while still lying down.

Then she twisted toward Berger on her right.

He moved his right hand between her somewhat spread thighs to touch her left inner thigh again.

She looked him in the eye and spread her legs some more.

“What should we do? We are a cat and a dog, after all.”

“Too scared to do it on your back?”

“No. From the front, I can hold you when you hold me.”

Hazel faced the ceiling and spread her legs while watching Berger move above her again.

“This is embarrassing. But it’s a little late for that, I guess.”

“You’re the one with a habit of showing up naked in front of me.”

“I don’t do it on purpose. But this is different because I’m getting naked so you can see me and lick me.”

“That is one hell of a seductive thing to say.”

“I-is it?”

He sighed and pulled his hand from her back.

He shifted himself a bit further up, raised his biological right hand, and touched her hair splayed out on the bed.

“But maybe you can’t help it. Lehrer told me that, once you reach your 20s, spring and summer are your mating season and you can’t resist.”

She could feel herself blushing and she shouted back without thinking.

“That is a lie! It is true I feel a tingling sensation near my butt at the start of summer, though.”

“Wait, so it’s past that season now?”

He looked legitimately surprised.

“D-did you think I was in heat all this time?”

“Well…” He lowered his gaze to between her legs and slowly looked back up to her face. “Can you blame me?”

“Y-yes, I can!”

“Oh, shut up. And whether you are or not…” He lowered his gaze to between her legs again and finally looked back up again. “I don’t think it matters.”

“A-again, I-”

She started to protest, but she decided to let it slide when he rubbed her head. He moved his hand from her ear down to her neck and touched her choker and the pendant.

“Please don’t remove those.”

He silently lowered his face to her throat. His breath felt ticklish as he placed the choker and her left side of her throat between his hard teeth.

She cried out and jumped. Then he pressed his teeth against the right side.

“W-wait. My throat is sensitive. Because I’m a cat.”

She wrapped her arms around his back to hold him.

He stroked her throat with his right hand and she ticklishly lifted her chin. Then he bit her exposed throat again. Her breathing grew heavy.

She let out a heavy breath and sweat poured from her.

He sat up and she tried to tighten her grip to keep her arms around him, but…

“Oh?”

A broken and heated breath left her mouth and her arms fell limply to the blanket.

She felt a damp sensation on her chest. After escaping her arms, Berger was traveling down her body with his lips and tongue. His arm relaxed its embrace on her as he moved ever downward.

When he kissed her spread legs and held her thighs from below, she raised her head and looked at him.

“Um, uh, Berger? Um, what are you doing?”

“Only what you told me to do. I shouldn’t have to warn you of that.”

“Eh? You mean look at me and lick me? Ah, wait, th-that’s not playing fair!”

She protested and twisted her body, but it didn’t last.

She let him do it plenty.

When she stopped resisting and let her body react how it wanted, her voice, sweat, and movements came out much more naturally.

She breathed heavily, shut her eyes, and then opened them again to see Berger with the ceiling behind him.

His black eyes stared down at her and he asked a question.

“Are you afraid?”

His voice, the blanket and shirt behind her back, and the pale light all worked to sharpen her focus.

…''Now that you mention it…

She recalled something. To confirm that memory, she slowly held her left palm out toward him. The hand was still weak, like she had just woken up.

Eventually, he grabbed that hand.

The strength of his fingers interlocking with hers let her focus on her own presence here.

She tried to smile. She wasn’t sure if she managed it, but she did know her view of her hand in his began to blur and he started talking again.

“Hazel.” She viewed his face in her blurring vision. He looked completely serious. “What will you do if my joke from before becomes real? What if you could go to the past like that?”

“Would you join me in the past?”

He hesitated, but he did nod in the end.

She giggled at how deadly serious he looked.

“We are bound by the German Lives, aren’t we? But I’m glad to hear you say that.”

She took a breath.

“As thanks, I have something to tell you.”