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In the dim light, I looked her over. Black Swan was indeed a top-tier mature lady—her face exquisite with a classical elegance, her figure tall and plump with soul-stirring curves; her mature charm was not at all inferior to Himeko's. Perhaps because her identity as a Memokeeper meant she was rarely exposed to strong sunlight, her skin was an alarmingly transparent white, like the finest cold porcelain. Most special were those deep violet-gold eyes, seemingly containing countless secrets and stories, always with a hint of a smile that gave a sense of being unruffled no matter what happened.
She stood there with her signature faint smile and asked if I agreed to let her join the Express. Looking at her composed demeanor—as if everything were in her control—a mischievous thought suddenly occurred to me. I wanted to tease her, to see if this always-composed Memokeeper would have a different reaction. So, I intentionally pondered for a moment, then said with a playful smile: "Agree to let you join... sure. But joining our great Astral Express requires paying a bit of a 'price,' you know."
Black Swan tilted her head slightly, seemingly curious about my words, but her elegant smile remained. "Oh? And what might the price the Trailblazer desires be?"
I laughed internally, thinking she had taken the bait. I grew bolder, eyeing her graceful body from head to toe, then pointed at her playfully. The hint was obvious enough; I was even prepared to admire her expression, whether it be shock, anger, or composed dismissal.
However, what happened next was completely beyond my expectation. Hearing my "request," Black Swan's expression didn't change at all, those deep eyes still smiling. She simply nodded and, in a flat tone as if talking about the weather, dropped two words: "Very well."
"Eh?" The smile on my face froze, my brain failing to process for a moment. Before I could react, Black Swan had already begun unbuttoning her elegantly tailored, dark dress! Her movements remained composed, without any trace of bashfulness, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I was startled by her sudden action and waved my hands: "Wait! Miss Black Swan! I... I was just joking! Don't take it seriously!"
However, Black Swan seemed not to hear, or perhaps she had already perceived that my intent wasn't entirely a joke. With that mysterious smile on her lips, her fingers gracefully slid over the dress's buttons, her movements fluid and rhythmic as she began to shed her constraints. The dark dress slid down like the night, revealing a silk slip and skin that was alarmingly white. It was a nearly bloodless white, like high-grade cold porcelain—fine and smooth, seemingly untouched by the mundane sun—shimmering with a cold, lustrous glow under the soft light, like a work of art carved from ivory.
I was stunned, the words to stop her stuck in my throat. She didn't pause, removing the slip to reveal the seductive curves held by black lace underwear. Her figure was indeed as I had thought—just as explosive as Himeko's, but even more visually impactful because of that extreme whiteness. Her breasts were full and perky, perfectly outlined by the fabric; her waist was slender, leading down to rounded, perky hips; her long, straight legs were clad in dark stockings, making her look even more mysterious and enticing.
Finally, even the last lace and stockings were removed without hesitation and tossed onto the carpet. When she finally stood completely naked before me, I felt my breath hitch. The sight was like moonlight-tinted jade—every inch of skin flawless, every curve gracefully perfect. The white skin contrasted strongly with the dim shadows behind her, highlighting a contradictory beauty that was both holy and seductive. It was hard to imagine such a perfect, artistic body belonged to this Memokeeper who always wrapped herself in layers of elegance and mystery.
Then, she stepped forward with her jade-like feet, silent across the room. Her face still held that faint smile, and her eyes were deep, seemingly seeing through my shock, panic, and the longing I couldn't hide. She reached me, extending her cool, jade-like arms to embrace me gently. Her soft, fragrant body pressed close; the delicate skin and the perfect softness and elasticity passed through my thin clothes, making my body freeze and my heart race like a drum. She leaned her cheek against my ear, her breath like an orchid's, and said in that unique, rhythmic voice—which seemed capable of bewitching the soul—"The contract is established, my dear Trailblazer. Now... there's no room for regret."
Looking at me, shocked and a bit panicked, Black Swan gave a small smile—like a night-blooming cereus, carrying a mysterious soothing power. She said softly, "Relax, my dear Trailblazer, it's just fulfilling the 'contract.'" Before she finished, she lowered her head, those violet-gold eyes staring at me from inches away. Then, her cool, soft lips pressed gently against mine.
Black Swan's kiss carried an indescribable elegance and rhythm. It wasn't like Himeko's alcohol-fueled heat or March 7th's greenness. Her kiss was light and lingering at first, then deepened into a masterful, sensual exploration. Her tongue slipped between my lips with perfect control, slowly circling mine in slow, hypnotic swirls, then sucking gently and teasingly. I responded by tangling my tongue with hers, exploring the cool, sweet taste of her mouth while our lips pressed and parted repeatedly. The kiss grew wetter and more passionate, with soft sucking sounds and occasional light nibbles on each other's lips. She kissed with such skill that it felt like she was weaving a memory spell, drawing me deeper into pleasure. We kissed for long, unhurried minutes, saliva exchanging freely, breaths mingling hotly until we were both flushed and breathing heavily when we finally parted, a thin string of saliva still connecting us.
Under this elegant kiss and mysterious scent, my body—tense with shock and nerves—gradually relaxed and began to sink into the beauty of the experience. Since the "contract" was set and there was no regret, it was better to feel it fully. My hands no longer hung stiffly; they began to move restlessly over her artistic, white body. My fingertips slid across her smooth back, feeling the graceful curves; my palms moved up to cover her perfectly shaped, perky breasts—cool yet incredibly fine and smooth to the touch, with amazing elasticity. I tentatively kneaded them, my fingertips finding the crimson buds that had hardened from arousal, teasing them like plucking a string. My palms moved down to linger between her perky hips and slender waist, feeling the perfect waist-to-hip ratio and tight skin.
We kissed and caressed, the temperature rising and breathing becoming more hurried. When both of us were out of breath, we separated slightly, foreheads touching. Seeing a glistening trail from our kiss on my mouth, she smiled and reached out with a long, white finger to gently wipe it away... then placed the finger—stained with our fluids—elegantly into her own mouth, sucking it clean. The suggestive and thoughtful movement made my heart race uncontrollably again.