Earlier than the night that Shimo and Lisbeth spent together, a night of wild abandon, Claire knocked on the door of Paul's room at the church.
"Claire? Running around like this at a time like this is dangerous."
"I'm sorry, Paul. Um... I have something to say..."
Claire sensed the worry in Paul's words and actions, but at this moment she couldn't give in to that feeling.
She desperately wanted to confirm her lover Paul's feelings as soon as possible—even if it was just a second faster.
As a bishop's room, Paul's residence was slightly more spacious than the other rooms. Paul pulled out a chair for Claire and took out some fine tea to prepare.
He placed the teacup in front of Claire, sat down opposite her, quietly poured the tea, and gazed at her before asking.
"What's wrong? Even though it's within church grounds, wandering alone in the courtyard late at night..."
"...Um, Paul...we...we're engaged lovers...right?"
"Hmm? Is that so?" Claire's sudden mention of this topic puzzled Paul. After all, their engagement remains a secret.
"Um… Paul. You know I'm blind."
"…That's not a problem. Claire. I…"
"No… I'm, um… worried about… whether our… relationship… can proceed normally…" A… relationship? Paul didn't quite understand Claire's words. Facing Paul's bewilderment, Claire blushed and continued.
"Because I can't see… and I don't know much about men… I'm worried about whether I can get used to it… so…"
Claire took a deep breath and, blushing, made a shy suggestion to Paul.
"Um… I want to experience Paul's…"
Hearing this, Paul, who was drinking tea, choked and spilled the tea from his mouth.
"Claire!? This…"
"I… I know what I'm saying. And… and! It's not really about having sex…"
As Paul hurriedly wiped the tea dripping from his chin, Claire explained in an equally flustered voice.
"Use…my mouth or my breasts…to…experience Paul's words…at the wedding…even if I can't see, I shouldn't panic…" Claire, head bowed low, looked at Paul with unfocused blue eyes, pleading for permission.
"No…is it not okay?"
"…Ugh, Claire…that…is something I'm looking forward to…but I'm a little lost…"
"No, it's okay! I'll make Paul happy!"
Claire said, walking closer to Paul and sitting down, looking up at him.
Claire's heartbreaking expression, as if seeking permission.
That loving face, pleading for permission from a man, radiated a strange charm that seemed irresistible to any man.
When Paul sensed the "helplessness" in her expression, Claire, as if already granted permission, tremblingly reached for Paul's trousers.
"Ugh, Claire. Wait. I'll take them off myself…!"
Paul hurriedly pulled down his house pants and slowly reached for his underwear.
Though the request was sudden, Paul, a man who secretly longed for a closer relationship with Claire, was different.
Always cautious in her presence because of her blindness, Paul would be different if he got her permission.
Overwhelmed by anticipation, Paul unconsciously pulled out his already erect penis and held it to Claire.
But, my dear lover… the moment Paul's penis touched Claire's face… '…Huh?' Claire could only be enveloped in confusion.
'It seems…I can smell something…this is…' Because she was blind, Claire's sense of smell was slightly more acute than normal. She smelled a scent similar to Paul's usual body odor, yet subtly different.
It didn't take long for her to realize that the scent was emanating from Paul's penis.
But the scent…was neither the pungent, fishy smell of the wild animals she had encountered during the day, nor the scent of her imagined lover; it was an indescribable, subtle fragrance.
'Why…is it such a faint, indistinct scent…Could it…be this…Paul's…?' "What is this smell?"
Leaving aside the lack of any pungent, animalistic scent, the masculine aroma was so faint.
The scent she detected from Shimo was like a drop of liquid on a vast lake—utterly bland.
The scent of Paul that Claire sensed was an almost imperceptible, extremely bland masculine aroma.
"Claire? You took off your clothes but..."
"Ah, yes, yes...!" Paul's voice, tinged with anticipation, spurred on Claire's confusion.
Claire shook her head slightly, then reached out to find Paul's penis.
'Th-that. What does the scent have to do with it? It must be that Mr. Shimo's scent is too pungent... compared to that...' To avoid understanding the emotional state she felt upon smelling Paul's scent, Claire deliberately shook her head to shake off that feeling, then slowly reached for Paul's penis.
'Yes.' "Smells can be ignored... Compared to that, the superior things of my beloved man..."—"Humble... Uh... Ah?" But the moment her hand touched something soft,
an emotion that Claire didn't want to understand began to quietly well up inside her.
"Claire. That, that... mine..."
"...penis... is it?"
"Penis!? That, please say genitals. Claire."
This? Such a small thing... is Paul's genitals? Smaller than the length of her palm, thin enough to be held in one hand. The slight warmth she felt on her palm.
All of this was so different from the real male that Claire had always imagined.
'Why... is this? A real male should be... ferociously huge and hard... burning hot... and exuding a dizzying, intoxicating scent...' Claire's mind flashed back to the ferocious Cock she had encountered during the day, and at the same time, she realized the true nature of the emotions welling up within her.
The emotion she felt from Paul's penis... was immense—a profound sense of disappointment.
'...I'll have to use my breasts...right?' Despairing at her disappointment with Paul's penis, Claire, as promised to Lisbeth, unbuttoned the casual clothes she wore that day while making Pazri for Smo, exposing her breasts.
Just as Paul swallowed, Claire, revealing her unbraced breasts, lifted them towards Paul's genitals.
'...This way...it can be completely buried...in my breasts...' As Claire used her hands to lift her breasts and press them against Paul's lower body, Paul's penis slid straight into Claire's cleavage, completely buried and disappeared.
Thus, buried beneath Claire's fierce, large breasts, unable to reveal its form, Paul's penis, unknowingly, began to suffocate under the pressure of her breasts.
'...Mr. Smo's Cock ...is erect, bursting through the gap like it's popping open my breasts...' What was this? This difference.
What was this? This sense of disappointment.
Faced with the stark contrast between the two men, Kleia's previously burning body and mind seemed to gradually cool.
"K-Kleia...now..."
"Huh? Ah..." Just as Kleia tried to rekindle her passion with her cooling mind, she felt a warm liquid seeping from Paul's genitals buried between her breasts.
'Huh...huh...could this be...semen...' Why so fast...because the excitement was fading, even before it officially started...could it be...just from being between her breasts, from moving her hand slightly...she could indeed feel Paul's heightened emotions.
But that slightly warm heightened emotion was the emotion of ejaculation?
The meager amount accumulated in her breasts, barely enough to even spray...plus this slightly warm temperature...
And most unbearable...was the sticky, bland smell in her nostrils.
'...' The disappointment brought by all this extinguished the last sparks in Kleia's mind, leaving her completely cold.
"…Paul. Do you have any tissues?"
"Ah, um. Claire. Here you go." After wiping her cleavage with the tissue Paul offered, Claire quietly asked for the location of the trash can and tossed the tissue inside.
After straightening her clothes, Claire said to Paul in a voice that had lost its coldness.
"…Thank you. Paul."
"No…I'm the one who should…"
"…I should go…"
"Ah, Claire! Let me walk you…"
"No need. It's alright. It's just ahead." Claire refused Paul's offer of comfort as he followed her to the door, gently closed the door behind her, and clutched the hem of her clothes as she walked out.
'Why…why…!' Resenting her own cooled emotions, Claire bit her lip and returned to her room.