CHAPTER 42: NAIVE LITTLE SWEETHEART

Such a contrast made Celes pause for a moment. When she finally understood Sarah’s meaning, she threw herself into Sarah’s arms and burst into sobs, "Wuwuwu... I’m sorry, Sarah, I shouldn’t have called you cheap. You’re so much stronger than I am—I’m the cheap one, giving up after just one night... Wuwuwu..."

"No, you’re thinking about it all wrong. Neither of us is cheap," Sarah whispered gently, kissing away the tears on Celes’s face. "He is the one who’s truly wicked."

"Yes, he’s so wicked..." Feeling Sarah’s tender kisses on her cheeks, Celes’s heart felt full and tender.

Even though they had tangled lips and tongues passionately during their threesome the night before without a second thought, these simple kisses on her face now carried a strange, indescribable sweetness.

Perhaps it was because all barriers between them had melted away, leaving only intimacy. That’s what Celes told herself.

Wanting to test her feelings, Celes lifted her head and boldly kissed Sarah on her cherry-red lips.

Sarah was taken aback for a second, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she took charge, capturing Celes’s lips and tracing the seam of her mouth with her tongue, lightly teasing the tips of her teeth. Celes shuddered, her scalp tingling, arms tightening around Sarah’s back.

At first, Sarah’s kiss was meant to comfort, to express relief and joy at having Celes’s trust again—more tenderness than desire.

But that very tenderness left Celes feverish and weak, her eyes hazy, her little tongue shyly reaching out to meet Sarah’s.

Slowly, desire began to stir in Sarah too.

She cupped the back of Celes’s head with one hand, wrapped the other around her waist, and pushed her tongue firmly into the long-legged beauty’s mouth, deepening the kiss possessively.

Experienced and deliberate, Sarah kissed Celes until she was dizzy and breathless. Celes’s long, pale legs wrapped tightly around Sarah’s body, hips squirming restlessly, begging silently for more.

When the long, heated kiss finally broke, both were panting, their lower bodies damp with arousal.

Sarah had never felt much physical attraction toward women, and once the kiss ended, she had intended to stop. But seeing Celes’s pleading, unsatisfied expression, she felt responsible for stoking that fire—and now she had to see it through.

So she laid Celes down on the bed, holding her close from the side, one hand supporting her back, the other trailing downward.

Gently, she parted Celes’s long legs, and her index finger brushed the entrance of her slick folds, stroking her labia with the help of her own wetness.

Even that light touch was almost too much for Celes to take.

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Sarah’s neck, pulling her down until her face was buried between her breasts.

Sarah took the opportunity to claim one of Celes’s soft mounds, mimicking Lucas’s ways—nipping at the tender flesh, then swirling her tongue around the stiffening peak.

"...Ah... Sarah... that feels so good... Sarah..." Hearing Celes’s once bright and cheerful voice now moaning her name so seductively in her ear filled Sarah with a heady sense of triumph. She began to understand why Lucas loved hearing her moan so much—it was intoxicating.

Eager to draw out more of those sounds, Sarah let her index finger wander higher until she found Celes’s clit. With the lightest pressure, she began tracing slow, delicate circles.

The assault on her most sensitive spot made Celes’s whole body tense. A flood of arousal soaked Sarah’s fingers, and waves of pleasure stole Celes’s ability to form words. All she could do was cry out Sarah’s name again and again, like a prayer.

"...Sarah... Sarah... Sarah!" In just two or three minutes, Celes was already climaxing, her back arching as a high, wanton cry escaped her lips. Her body trembled through the release, drenching Sarah’s hand, her long legs clamping tightly around Sarah’s wrist.

Quite pleased with herself, Sarah gently patted Celes’s shoulder with her free hand and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, soothing her through the aftershocks.

When Celes finally came down from her high, she still clung to Sarah’s neck, her voice soft and full of emotion. "Sarah, I think... I think I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

......

At one in the afternoon, Lucas and Sarah had another class—one that Celes had also enrolled in.

The three took their seats in the back row, and Lucas quickly noticed the unusual tension between the two friends.

Sarah looked awkward and uneasy, while Celes wore a pitiful, wronged expression.

The subject was Eastern Literature, which Lucas naturally knew nothing about. A sporty girl like Celes had no real interest in it either—she’d only signed up to be with Sarah.

While Sarah, seated on the far left, focused intently on the lecture and took notes, Lucas in the middle and Celes on the right started chatting on their phones.

Lucas: You and my sister still not okay?

Celes: We made up, but then Sarah got upset again.

Lucas: Why?

Celes: I told her I like her and want her to be my girlfriend, but she said we’re both your sex slaves and can’t date, or you’ll get angry.

Celes: Master, please don’t be mad, okay?

Reading Celes’s messages, Lucas was genuinely surprised.

He’d always sensed something ambiguous in Celes’s attachment to Sarah, but he never imagined she’d actually developed real feelings for her.

Still, he wasn’t angry.

If any of his women got involved with someone outside—man or woman—he would undoubtedly be furious.

But if they found comfort in each other? He didn’t see anything wrong with that. In fact, it might even make them more in sync when they served him.

Besides, Lucas was pretty sure Sarah understood his tastes—after all, he’d once encouraged her to take Carmena herself.

He suspected the real reason Sarah turned Celes down was simpler: she was straight. She saw Celes only as a little sister and didn’t want to hurt her, so she used Lucas as a shield.

Lucas: I’m not angry.

Lucas: I think she’s just being tsundere. You live together, you’re already close—and now you kiss, cuddle, and sleep together. Isn’t that what girlfriends do?

Lucas: So really, she already is your girlfriend.

On his right, Celes visibly brightened.

Celes: Thank you for guiding me, Master! You’re right—Sarah is my girlfriend!

Reading her reply, Lucas couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: such a gorgeous girl, all grown up in body but still so innocent in mind—truly a naive little sweetheart.