Ray wasn't really someone easily controlled by desire.
Perhaps this romance had come too suddenly, leaving him still searching for the right composure.
More than those intangible desires, he wanted to understand the secret hidden in the depths of Carlotta's eyes.
'Why did the Second Young Miss suddenly fall in love with me?'
He gazed at the young lady's face, studying her flawless features.
Elegant, yet retaining a maiden's tender youth.
Even in her fluster, she still held onto a trace of her own pride.
Perhaps because they were too close, Carlotta's cheeks flushed a drunken crimson. She hastily averted her gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.
"Why... why haven't you let go yet?" Carlotta turned her head away, murmuring softly.
Beneath the shyness and fluster in the young lady's amber eyes, a secret anticipation glimmered, she never truly seemed to want him to let go. She secretly wished to prolong this moment, to complete their union.
Ray gazed into her eyes for a long moment before softly calling out: "Second Young Miss."
"Mmm." Carlotta's delicate shoulders trembled slightly as she softly responded. "So... will you let me up now?"
"Before that, I have a question."
"What question?"
Without any hesitation or delay, Ray's question cut straight to the heart.
"Second Young Miss... why did you develop romantic feelings for me?"
"Huh?"
Such an untimely question made Carlotta pause for a moment. Then she gently pressed her lips together, revealing a relieved, soft smile.
That made sense.
A sudden confession would indeed catch anyone off guard.
Perhaps because her actions had been too assertive, it left Ray confused.
"Does falling for someone need a reason?" She lifted her flushed face and retorted, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"It doesn't?"
"It does?"
Truly an age-old, unanswerable question.
Does falling for someone need a reason?
Of course not.
But that flutter in the heart always needs a spark.
Maybe it's a chance encounter, a conversation, a period of time spent together day after day, or even... just a fleeting glimpse.
We can never control when feelings first sprout.
By the time you notice a certain emotion, it has already taken root deep within.
All you can control is not letting it run wild, but you can't stop that initial stirring.
If people could snuff out a budding affection at will, how could there ever be the romance of love at first sight in this world?
So, the moment you realize you've fallen for someone, that love has already existed for a while, and it's utterly without reason.
Silence stretched between them. They gazed into each other's eyes, trying to peer through that amber and that deep pool, to glimpse the truest ripples in the depths of their souls.
"Actually, I don't know either. When exactly these feelings were born."
Until, finally, Carlotta broke the silence between them.
"Perhaps, on some early morning, when I stood alone in the countryside by the breezy waterside, immersed in a breathtakingly tranquil scene, I suddenly longed to share that flutter with someone."
"But I thought for a long time, yet couldn't find anyone to confide in."
"Until a certain moment..." She gazed at him, the most brilliant colors shimmering in her eyes. "Your figure suddenly appeared, and then I wanted to see you, and finally... I greedily wanted to have you all to myself."
"Grass seeds its seeds; the wind shakes its leaves."
"We sit on the grass, quietly appreciating the scenery of this moment, and that is wonderful enough."
The young lady's voice was very soft, like a light feather falling on a lake, yet it stirred ripples in his heart.
"Second Young Miss, you..."
"Isn't this exactly why human emotions are so captivating?" The young lady smiled faintly. "Fate brought you before me, and I won't hide my true feelings. Even as the family's blade, I also have a side that belongs to 'Carlotta.' However—"
Her words paused. She suddenly leaned up close to his ear, her warm breath entwined with a secret confession.
"But it is only in front of you that I reveal the side that belongs to 'Carlotta.'"
"....I will only bloom for you."
Ray's lips parted slightly. Though countless words swirled in his heart, in the end, they could only dissolve into a relieved, faint smile.
"So this is the Second Young Miss's true feelings?"
"Well? Satisfied?" Carlotta struggled slightly. "Then let me go. My clothes are all messed up."
But Ray shook his head. "I've changed my mind now."
"Huh? Changed your mind?" Carlotta looked up, bewildered, gazing at Ray in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Second Young Miss, didn't you just say you would only bloom for me?" Ray leaned down, gently inhaling the scent of the young lady's fair neck. That hot breath made her delicate shoulders tremble slightly. "So why not now?"
"...Mm." The young lady trembled softly. She gently bit her teeth and struggled, but her wrists were still firmly held by Ray. "I told you, I don't want to give something so important away so casually... This place is too messy. Once we're back in Ragunna, let's continue, okay?"
Ray didn't move. "My blood's really up right now. What should we do about that, Second Young Miss? This is all your doing. You need to take responsibility."
"I..."
Crimson once again flooded Carlotta's cheeks.
A blush spread across Carlotta's face once more.
She could clearly feel his increasingly hot breath, like a powder keg, needing only a spark to ignite. The rigid length of him pressed insistently against her thigh, throbbing with need through the fabric.
After several futile struggles, she finally let out a resigned sigh, her eyelashes drooping.
"Then... how about I help you in a different way?"
"A different way?"
Carlotta blushed, turned her head away, and whispered, "Let go of me first."
Ray complied and released his hold.
The young lady immediately rose and straightened her disheveled clothes, throwing him a shy and annoyed glance.
After her breathing steadied, she suddenly took a deep breath and knelt before him, her upturned face full of shame and fluster. The position pulled her skirt taut across her hips, the damp patch between her legs visible in the dim cabin light.
"I've... never done this before." Her fingers unconsciously twisted her skirt. "If anything feels uncomfortable... you have to tell me."
Huh?
Wait, is the Second Young Miss about to-
"You idiot Cat's Eye, making me do something like this..."
Carlotta closed her eyes in shame, tucked a strand of her silver hair behind her ear, and muttered quietly. Her breath came in shallow pants, breasts straining against her half-unbuttoned blouse with each inhale
"Then... I'm starting."
Her delicate fingers trembled as they reached for his belt, the metal buckle clinking softly in the quiet cabin. She fumbled the clasp open, then tugged down his zipper with a slow, deliberate rasp that echoed like a promise.
Hooking her thumbs into his waistband, she pulled his pants down just enough, his cock springing free, heavy, thick, veins pulsing along the shaft, the flushed head already beading with precum that caught the porthole's fading light.
Carlotta stared for a beat, lips parting in awe and nerves, her tongue darting out to wet them unconsciously. It bobbed inches from her face, the musky scent of his arousal filling her senses, making her mouth water despite herself.
She wrapped one soft hand around the base, her grip tentative at first, skin silk-smooth against his heat. It barely encircled his girth, fingers squeezing experimentally, drawing a low groan from him as a fresh bead of precum welled up.
Tentatively, she leaned in, breath ghosting over the sensitive tip. Her tongue flicked out, light as a whisper, lapping at the slit, tasting the salty tang. Ray's hips jerked involuntarily, and she startled, pulling back with wide eyes. "D-Did that hurt?"
"No," he rasped, hand hovering near her hair. "Keep going."
Emboldened, she pressed a soft, closed-mouth kiss to the crown, lips plush and warm. Then another, parting slightly to let her tongue swirl around the ridge, tracing every contour with growing curiosity. Saliva glistened on him now, her mouth opening wider to suckle the head inside, cheeks hollowing gently, tongue undulating beneath as she nursed like it was the sweetest fruit.
The wet suction pulled a guttural sound from Ray's throat, his fingers finally threading into her hair, not pushing, just anchoring.
Carlotta moaned softly around him, the vibration humming down his length. She took more, inch by inch, lips stretching taut around his thickness until the head nudged the back of her throat.
She gagged, a soft, choked glurk, eyes watering, tears pricking at the corners as she pulled back, strings of spit connecting her to him. Coughing lightly, she stroked the slick shaft with her hand, pumping in firm twists while her tongue laved the underside, from balls to tip, savoring the way he twitched.
"You're... so big," she murmured breathlessly, voice husky, glancing up with flushed cheeks and smeared lipstick. "I can taste you everywhere." Dipping lower, she nuzzled his sac, tongue bathing the heavy balls in warm laps before sucking one gently into her mouth, rolling it tenderly while her hand jerked him off with increasing speed 'schlick-schlick' sounds filling the air, her saliva dripping down to ease the glide.
Ray's breath hitched, free hand gripping the table edge. "Young miss..."
Emboldened by his reactions, she returned to the shaft, bobbing deeper now rhythmic, sloppy plunges that had her throat relaxing with each pass. Gags turned to eager hums, her free hand slipping between her own thighs to rub her soaked panties, chasing her building ache.
Spit bubbled at the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin to soak her collar, darkening the fabric over her hard nipples. She hollowed her cheeks on the upstroke, sucking hard enough to make his thighs quake, then plunged down again, nose brushing his abdomen as she deepthroated him fully for the first time holding, throat convulsing around him in rhythmic swallows.
"Fuck—Second Young Miss—" Ray's control frayed, hips canting shallowly into her mouth.
She pulled off with a gasp, hand flying over his spit-sheened cock. "Cough! warn me next time! You're... too much." But her eyes sparkled with pride, lips puffy and red.
Without pause, she dove back in, alternating sucks and licks, flattening her tongue for broad strokes, then swirling the frenulum with pinpoint flicks. Her pace quickened, head bobbing furiously, the obscene wet symphony of slurps and moans blending with the boat's gentle rock.
Tension coiled tight in Ray's core. "I'm close—"
Carlotta redoubled, sucking voraciously, hand twisting at the base in sync.
He came with a strained groan, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum erupted, first flooding her mouth, coating her tongue in hot, bitter spurts. She gulped instinctively, but it overflowed, spilling past her lips to dribble down her chin and splatter her heaving cleavage. Pull after pull, she milked him dry, swallowing what she could with choked whimpers, the rest painting her elegant features in sticky white.
Finally spent, Ray slumped back, chest heaving. Carlotta knelt there dazed, cum-glazed lips parted, a strand dangling from her chin. She licked it away slowly, eyes locked on his, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand smearing more across her cheek.
"What? You want me to swallow it all? You really..." She huffed, but a shy smile broke through, her own hand still circling lazily between her legs. "Pervert Cat's Eye."
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