At that moment, Ritchie, still unconscious, turned over in his sleep. His hand instinctively clutched his chest, his throat bobbing, brows furrowing as if in pain.
Sighing heavily, Marilyn stopped Randy with a gesture. "It's no use. You're a psychic—useless to this kid."
Marilyn unbuttoned her shirt. "You two got here just in time to save me. Ritchie got hurt because of me. I don't want this guilt haunting me forever."
She turned to Randy with a small smile, winking her right eye. "Can you step out for a bit?"
Randy's face flushed red, and she stood up, flustered.
"Don't go outside," Marilyn warned quickly. "The enemy might spot you."
Carefully slipping off her pants, Marilyn talked bravely, but her heart pounded with nerves as the moment approached.
Her long legs, steady even against formidable foes, now trembled uncontrollably.
After hesitating for a long while, Marilyn didn't fully undress. She only unbuttoned her shirt, leaving her uniform draped over her shoulders.
She helped Ritchie out of his pants, her trembling hands brushing against the bulge in his underwear. The soft mass inside coiled like a snake.
After a moment's pause, Marilyn lifted the fabric, exposing Ritchie's penis. Though soft, it wasn't small.
Marilyn had never been with a man, but she knew the first step was to get it hard. She gently parted Ritchie's legs, settling between them. One hand cautiously cupped his balls, while the other gripped his soft shaft, stroking it back and forth.
She frowned suddenly, catching a faint smell.
It was unavoidable. Since entering the mountains, Ritchie hadn't left his battle armor except to relieve himself. For the past few days, he'd even slept in it. And after his encounter with Randy, she'd cleaned herself in the bushes, but he hadn't.
Marilyn also thought of herself. Though she wasn't as dirty as Ritchie, she wasn't much better off either. There was simply no place to bathe here.
She reached into a cloth bag beside her, took out a towel, poured some water from the kettle, and gently began to wipe Ritchie's penis.
First the testicles, then the penis.
After getting some more water, Marilyn carefully peeled back Ritchie's foreskin. His foreskin was a bit long, and there was indeed some dirt inside.
The glans was quite sensitive. Once fully exposed and gently wiped with the damp towel, it immediately reacted, the penis quickly engorged with blood, and the glans swelled up rapidly.
Wow! Marilyn looked at the straight, erect, massive penis and was secretly startled. Her hand couldn't even grasp it, and she couldn't imagine how such a large penis could fit into her narrow vagina.
Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and alongside the tension came a hint of fear.
The fear made her hesitate. She wiped it again with the damp towel, while her left hand aimlessly squeezed Ritchie's two testicles and gently massaged them.
No matter how soundly Ritchie was sleeping, he must have woken up by now. He slowly opened his eyes but couldn't immediately recognize it was Miss Marilyn. Though awake, the drowsy feeling hadn't faded.
"Comfortable."
He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying Miss Marilyn's gentle and considerate massage. He had also enjoyed Isabella's tender care, and Miss Lina sometimes did the same, but they more often used techniques, lacking this sense of warmth: "Miss Randy, could you use your mouth to suck on it?"
Ritchie's voice wasn't loud, but since they were in a cave, even the slightest sound was amplified many times over. Not only did Marilyn hear it, but Randy, who was hiding inside, heard it as well.
Randy felt her heart race, and at the same time, a surge of resentment welled up inside her. By saying that, this guy would definitely make Marilyn think…
Randy felt a sudden rush of heat to his ears.
Just as she had suspected, Marilyn was thinking the same thing, but she had no intention of mocking Randy. She hesitated for a moment before finally lowering her head.
She gave Ritchie's glans a quick sniff. Fortunately, after cleaning it, the smell wasn't too bad. Marilyn finally made up her mind, opened her mouth, and took Ritchie's glans into her mouth.
Although it was very awkward, such things didn't seem to require guidance from others, and Marilyn quickly learned how to do it. The thoughtful and considerate Marilyn would occasionally glance up at Ritchie's reaction. Every time she did, her hair would gently brush against Ritchie's penis and glans.
Soon, Marilyn knew exactly what to do. She gently licked the area around the urethral opening, occasionally shifting her focus to lick the corona behind the glans.
Ritchie closed his eyes and enjoyed it. He still thought of Marilyn as Randy, and since Randy had never given him oral sex, he couldn't tell the difference.
In terms of technique, the sensation was far more subtle than when Lina, the "juice girl," had sex with him.
If Lina was like a feast, what was happening now was merely a snack. Yet for some reason, he preferred the snack. A feast felt too intense; an occasional one might be nice, but eating too many felt too greasy. A snack, on the other hand, could be enjoyed endlessly.
What Ritchie enjoyed most was the sensation of her fingertips gently brushing against his penis.
Suddenly, a surge of desire erupted from his body: "Miss Randy, may I join you?"
He still hadn't grasped the situation.
Marilyn didn't clarify it either. She straightened her waist, ready to straddle him, but hesitated for a moment.
She thought to herself that since Ritchie had mistaken her for Randy, perhaps this was a good thing, sparing both of them future awkwardness.
She casually picked up the towel from the floor, poured some water on it, and gently wiped her genital area. Thinking about how she was about to lose her virginity, her mind became a jumble of emotions—some nervousness, some fear, but also some anticipation.
Not wanting Ritchie to recognize her, Marilyn turned around, her buttocks facing Ritchie.
She spread her legs and squatted down, one hand gently holding Ritchie's penis, the other covering her mons pubis, with her index and middle fingers gently parting the two labia.
Marilyn had always been somewhat dissatisfied with this part of her body. Her mons pubis was too prominent, her labia were too thick, and her pubic hair was both abundant and dense. During her time at the knight school, she had been accidentally seen by a group of female classmates, who had mocked her relentlessly. According to them, women with such features were inherently promiscuous.
Since then, she had never exposed her genitalia to anyone, regardless of gender. Even in summer, she never wore too thin pants, as they might reveal her condition.