4 First Kiss [R-18]

The Rivenhall Institute was truly a sight to behold. It was built on a vast expanse of land, with several buildings that housed different faculties, all connected by sprawling courtyards and walkways.

In addition to the grandeur of the buildings and the sprawling campus, the Rivenhall Institute was also surrounded by vast forests and woods. Many students and faculty members enjoyed taking walks or riding horses through the trails that wound through the dense trees, offering a chance to escape the bustling academic life and reconnect with nature.

It was said that deep within the woods lay hidden spots where students could rendezvous in secret, away from prying eyes and the strict rules of the academy.

At this moment, in one of the many secluded areas of the forest, where the trees grew tall, and the foliage was dense, the sound of passionate moans filled the air.

"Ha...haa..."

Lucien pressed Charlotte against the tree with an intense urgency, their bodies flush against each other. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth with a feverish hunger, and she moaned in response, her hands gripping his hair tightly.

"Ummm..!"

"Your mouth is so sweet, Charlotte."

Their hips ground together in a primal rhythm, each movement sending waves of pleasure through their bodies. As they continued to kiss, Lucien's hands roamed over her curves, feeling every inch of her soft skin. Charlotte's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in closer as she matched his passion with her own.

'God... is this how a kiss feels? It's fantastic!' Lucien screamed within his mind in ecstasy and pried his tongue further down Charlotte's mouth. He felt like he was losing himself at the moment, and was driven solely by his primal desire for the opposite sex. Their tongues kept chasing each other as if they couldn't get enough of each other's salivas.

In his eighteen years of life, he had never experienced a kiss before. At first, he felt a bit awkward and unsure of what to do, but as his desire took over, he became more confident and began to kiss Charlotte with increasing passion. The sensation of her soft lips against his was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Even the tastiest dessert might not compare to the sweetness and pleasure he found in Charlotte's kiss.

He never realized that such an intimate action could evoke so many emotions within him. He had heard his friends talk about how amazing their first kisses were, but he had never truly understood until now. It was truly a marvelous feeling, one that he would never forget.

His mind was overwhelmed with the sensations coursing through his body. His heart was pounding so hard that he could feel it in his ears, and his skin was electrified with the heat of their bodies pressed together. He could taste the sweetness of Charlotte's lips and feel her breath hot against his mouth.

Her hands were tangled in his hair, and she was moaning softly against his lips. It was like nothing else existed in the world but the two of them, locked in this embrace in the heart of the forest.

...

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally pulled away from each other's lips, gasping for air. A thin, sticky strand of saliva lingered between their mouths as they panted heavily. Both of their cheeks were flushed, whether from lack of oxygen or embarrassment, it was unclear.

Charlotte's eyes were half-closed, and her lips were swollen from the intensity of their kiss. Lucien was trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving up and down as he stared at her in disbelief. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"H-how are you so good at this?" Charlotte was the first to break the silence. Her eyes were teary, her cheeks were flushed and her hair was tousled, giving her an air of irresistible allure that made Lucien feel like he was being lured by a siren. Her body was pressed up against him, her curves fitting perfectly against his form, and her legs wrapped around his waist like an invitation to never let go.

Lucien couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that he had brought her to such a state of pleasure. "I don't know, perhaps it's just my talent to begin with?"

What he said was partially true. While he had no personal experience in such matters in his previous life, the memories and experiences of the original Lucien had somehow become a part of him. As the heir to a wealthy family, the original Lucien had been known for his promiscuous ways, always indulging in the pleasures of the flesh with different women. Perhaps it was this inherited knowledge that had allowed William to become so adept at seduction and physical intimacy.

"But I've heard that you treat women as mere playthings. Have you honed your so-called talent on them?" Charlotte said with a pout.

"That..." Lucien couldn't outrightly deny her accusation. It was the original Lucien's doing, but he felt like he was the one doing it because their memories were intertwined. After a moment of contemplation, he cleared his throat and firmly stated, "No!"

"No?" Charlotte rolled her eyes at him, clearly unconvinced by his denial. It was as if she couldn't believe he had the audacity to spout a lie right in front of her, especially when he had almost been caught red-handed.

"That wasn't me! It was indeed me that previously engaged in those relationships, but at the same time, it wasn't truly me," Lucien blurted out.

"What do you mean?" Charlotte asked, her eyes widening with a mix of puzzlement and amusement. Her expression teetered between confusion and suppressed laughter, as she found Lucien's words both ridiculous and perplexing.

Lucien was aware that his words might sound like nonsense, but he had learned that sometimes, with enough confidence, even the most far-fetched bullcrap could become oddly convincing. "That was a different side of me. My personality split into two distinct parts—one of them being the person you've heard rumors about. However, that version of me no longer exists. I have integrated both aspects and now become a complete, courteous gentleman."

After uttering his explanation, an awkward silence filled the air. Lucien lifted his gaze and noticed the amusement twinkling in Charlotte's eyes. Her mouth quivered, and her shoulders shook uncontrollably. Unable to contain herself any longer, she collapsed into a fit of laughter, doubled over with mirth. "Pfft! Puhahaha! Two personalities? Oh my goodness, Young Master Lucien, I never knew you had such a hilarious side to you. Puhaha, I wonder how the other students would react if they discovered your hidden sense of humor all this time."

"Two personalities... you've got to be kidding me! Puhaha, but seriously, Young Master Lucien, you should be careful about what you just said. If the clerics happen to overhear it, they might try to exorcise you, claiming that you've been possessed by a demon all along and developed split personalities as a result."

"Ha... The cold prince has a sense of humor after all. I can only imagine how everyone would react if they found out." Charlotte was about to wipe the tears that had spilt from her eyes, but Lucien beat her to it, gently swiping them away.

Slightly taken aback, she gazed at Lucien, who returned her gaze with eyes filled with intense desire. "Did you have fun laughing at me?" he asked.

She nodded blankly, and then she heard him say, "Well, I guess it's my turn to have some fun now, isn't it?"

And so, the second round of their passionate moments began.