As he did so, her bare breasts brightened the dim surroundings.
His greedy eyes took in her details from this first unobstructed view.
Although her two soft flesh mounds were not the largest he had encountered, they were, in his eyes, perfection incarnate.
Shaped with an exquisite roundness, they stood, adorned with delicate pink, like rare blossoms, gorgeously succulent.
Unlike anything he had ever seen before.
She did not have those soft, succulent pink nipples that would point and wink towards him upon being stimulated, making him want to rush forward and take them into his mouth to taste their deliciousness.
Instead, in the centre of her each impossibly pink areola, there were puffy little slits where the skin of her nipples folded inside instead of out.
In this state, where her nipples remained discreetly concealed, deviating from their anticipated form, they seemed more like two hidden treasures, discoveries he would delight in uncovering.
Yup, she had inverted nipples.
Yes, he had noted this peculiarity before — seen and even felt them— but now, seeing them once more, he felt their uniqueness warranted fresh admiration.
So, a detailed description was the bare minimum.
They were unequivocally, stunning.
His fetishes/ preferences might have seemed eclectic to some, but he remained unbothered by such perceptions.
Words failed him at that moment; there was nothing more to say, nothing he desired to articulate.
He leaned down and gave in to his desires.
He did not immediately suck the succulency but started by gently caressing the soft foundation of her form with each hand, kneading her smooth flesh, sculpting it into different forms.
His body pressed her hard against the grass-filled ground as he squeezed her breasts.
After mauling her softness a few more times, he moved up, his fingers tracing the delicate arcs slowly reaching toward the pink curved area before finally pausing at their intended destination.
He circled his forefingers around them a few more times before slightly pushing in.
"Uhm," She moaned as his index fingers touched the tip between folded gap between her areolas.
The symmetrical movements of his fingers on her sensitive zone left her quivering as she moaned, her teary eyes staring at him, full of plea.
"Please.."
"What?"
Mu Xiaoxiao also pretended to be ignorant; well, it was not that hard since he was already.. cough.. moving to the situation.
Mira, overcome with a mix of embarrassment and longing, looked at the boy teasing her nipples and finally voiced her desire. "Suck them.."
"Hm.."
"Suck my nipples, Xiaoxiao, I can't wait anymore."
As she screamed, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down on her breasts.
Squeezing his face between her melons, his mouth resting where she wanted and needed.
Mu Xiaoxiao also felt that he went too far, but with his rule of giving back what is taken, this thought washed away as soon as it came.
After all, he had been tortured by her for months, so it should only be fair if he teased her just once, right?
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(Well, you can skip what's written inside the brackets...
Fortunately, being the kind and honest young man he was, he did not let her wait any longer.
Of course, it wasn't because he couldn't hold back any longer, or because he was hungry or anything.
And don't misunderstand, the liquid glistening at the corner of his mouth is merely sweat from this,
co..uh, extremely hot weather.
It's definitely not his saliva...
He wasn't the kind of man who would drool at the sight of a naked beauty.
Even though it...
No, as I said, it was sweat.
After all, in this dangerously hot season, sweating is only natural, especially since he was wearing a kimono.
And don't ask why it's hot in the first month of the new year; the more astute among us might have already figured it out.
Ah..yes, it's because of global warming.
To be honest, Mu Xiaoxiao was a bit distressed; not only does he have to save this world from yellow-haired threats, but it seems he also has to combat these natural disasters.
Compared to saving the world, a bead of sweat should be a minor concern, right?
Even though the location of that sweat is quite... peculiar.
But let's forget about that and focus on the story...
Uh, how can anyone be distracted during such a charming scene.
As expected of a sig..cough a eunuch.
Well, of course, he is talking about the yellow hairs that have been gone from this world and others lying in mental hospitals...)
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Feeling the softness of her melons against his lips, and his gentlemanly spirit throbbing between his legs, he opened his mouth and before his dripping sal.. uh swear could drip between the pink fold, his tongue was there.
"Mhm~!!
Not paying attention to the charming moan that could suck out a man's soul, he proceeded to explore the hidden treasure.
He sucked slowly, circled the tip of his tongue around her hidden nipple, slowly and tenderly caressing the pink nub, giving her the stimulation she never felt before, before increasing the passion.
It did not have lactation tag so, unfortunately there was no milk, but that did nothing to dampen his enthusiasm.
His tongue drooled, rolling faster, harder, feeling movement as her nipple emerged between his lips.
After all this time feeling like her bare breasts brightened the room, her shy nipple seemed to taste like warm sunshine radiating into his mouth.
She gasped in delight.
He held it in his mouth and explored it with his tongue.
He gently released it and pulled his face back to see.
For an instant her nipple stood out, larger than he had expected, and then it collapsed back inside to hide.
He did the same with her other one and found it just as easy to pull out.
Because her physique had undergone some changes due to the love contract they signed just now, he wasn't afraid of hurting her.
Of course, hurting her insides was another matter.
For now, he lovingly caressed her pinkness, stroked their firmness with his tongue.
Coating them with his saliva, pulling the nipple out amidst her too distracting moans.
Looking into his deep eyes as he stared back up into her face while teasing her nipple with his tongue, Mira stroked his youthful face and stared back deeply into them, moaning and gasping.
Even though he was less than half her age, his eyes had a worldliness and maturity that were much older than his outward appearance would suggest.
Maybe it was because he had experienced so much and faced so much that he matured quickly.
Now shuddering and shaking in boiling desire, the aching feeling inside her core too uncomfortable that she could not take it anymore, looking pleadingly into his eyes.
Fortunately, this time, he didn't tease her anymore, perhaps because he was somewhat satisfied, or because his cock inside his trousers was also throbbing so painfully, making him feel uncomfortable that he finally stopped sucking her breasts.
It was already rock-hard, pressing against her so hardly, she could feel it's throbbing heat and hardness, even through her Kimono that accentuated her own desires.
Removing his mouth from her breasts, leaving the saliva coated cherries, glistening under the moonlight, he slid his head down her smooth belly amidst her slow gasps.
Knowing what was about to come, Mira unlocked her legs from around his waist as he traced some circles around her navel, and then reached down.
Grabbing the edge of the fabric of her kimono, which had loosened due to the removal of the belt, he gently pulled it down from her hips, letting it fall to the ground around her feet.
With the kimono now a puddle of fabric at her feet, she was left wearing only a matching thong to her bra, starkly contrasting the layers he had just peeled away.
Although it looked sexy, he did not waste any time for the same reason mentioned above.
Holding the band of her thong, he swiftly pulled it down until he couldn't reach any farther.
Instead of moving back to completely remove her thong, he grabbed the back of her legs and placed them on his shoulder.
Then, he grabbed the underwear, hung on her high-heeled foot, and then put it aside.
After putting down her legs, he kissed her once more, before spreading her legs wider, taking in the view of her rosy folds, dripping juices and glistening under the dim night light.
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