Kyle stepped closer, his eyes sharp enough to see every detail of Mira's face—the flush still coloring her cheeks, despite her triumphant smile from teasing him.
"Mira," he said in a low, calm voice as he moved into her. "You've been teasing me since we met. But you should know, I'm not like other men."
Mira's breath caught in her throat as Kyle invaded her personal space, his presence suddenly overwhelming. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, eyes wide.
"Wh-What do you mean?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady even as her body betrayed her nerves.
Kyle reached out and gently brushed his fingers across her cheek. His touch was feather-light, barely there, but Mira's entire body stiffened. The flush on her face deepened to crimson as she finally stepped back.
He didn't stop—rather, he advanced as she retreated, until her back touched the wall of the room.
He raised his hand, his fingers gently tilting her chin up to make her meet his gaze. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down her spine.
Mira's lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping her. Kyle's physique was even more apparent in the morning light.
"My body isn't interesting?" He murmured. "Let me show you how wrong you are."
"K-Kyle, I don't—Mmmph!" Mira's protest stopped when Kyle closed his lips on hers, kissing her softly.
At the same time, Kyle's eyes flared crimson as he sent a command to her mind.
`Triple your body's sensitivity.`
Mira gasped under the sudden intense kiss, eyes widening as jolts of electricity seemed to course through her body. Her knees went weak and she gripped Kyle's shoulders for support.
Kyle felt Mira shudder against him as his command took hold, her body now exquisitely sensitive to his every touch.
He pulled back slightly, taking in the sight of her—lips swollen and glistening, eyes hazy with sudden, overwhelming desire, chest heaving with each shaky inhale.
"Your body is telling a different story now, Mira," Kyle murmured with a smirk. "Shall I continue?"
"Amm..." Mira could only whimper in response. The world seemed to spin around her, every nerve ending alight and screaming for more of his touch.
Kyle's eyes gleamed with triumphant hunger as he drank in her reaction. "I'll take your silence as agreement."
He brought his face close to her head, his warm breath tickling her sensitive ear.
`It's time to enjoy these big tits!` His hands slid down her sides, cupping the soft curves of her breasts through her dress.
"Ahhn~!" Mira moaned at the touch, the sensation overwhelming her sensitive body, and her back arching slightly.
Kyle ran his fingers over her plump breasts, as if he were searching for something. When he finally found it, he wrapped two fingers around it and squeezed her hardened nipple.
Mira's body trembled against him, skin flushed and burning as she moaned loudly.
Kyle's smirk widened as he felt her response. He tugged at the hem of her white dress, slowly lowering it down, revealing more creamy skin.
The neckline slipping off her shoulder, exposing a sexy red bra. Her breasts were so big that the bra could barely contain their full size.
Mira's breath caught, eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "K-Kyle..."
He didn't say a word. Instead, his hands slid around to her back, finding the clasp of her bra. With a deft flick, he unhooked it, letting the lacy bra fall away.
Mira gasped as her breasts fully exposed, nipples hardening further under Kyle's heated gaze.
She made a halfhearted grab for the fallen bra, but Kyle batted her hands away, tossing the flimsy lace aside carelessly.
"There now, isn't that better?" he murmured as his hands cupped the weight of her bare breasts.
He squeezed gently, thumbs circling the stiff peaks, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Mira's over-sensitive body.
"Ahhhnnn~!" Mira moaned, head falling back against the wall as Kyle's fingers teased and tugged at her nipples.
Electric jolts of sensation raced from her chest straight to her core, stoking the heat building between her thighs.
Kyle chuckled, taking in the lewd sight of her—her red face, dress slipping off her shoulders, breasts bared and heaving with each ragged breath.
"Mira," he purred, leaning in to nip at her nipple. "You're playing with fire, teasing me like that. Now you're going to get burned."
Mira could only whimper in response, eyes glazed over with lust. Her tongue darted out to wet her kiss-swollen lips.
He captured her nipple between his lips, licking deeply, possessively, as his other hands continued its sensual assault on her other breast
He rolled and pinched her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her body.
Mira clung to him, hips rolling instinctively against his. She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal pressed against her belly, and it made her throb with need.
Kyle pulled his lips away from her nipple with a wet popping sound. Her nipple had become red and swollen from the sucking and licking it had received.
His eyes raked over her, dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, Mira," he demanded softly, one hand sliding down her side to grip her hip. "Tell me how you want me to touch you."
"K-Kyle, we shouldn't..." Mira breathed, half-protesting, half-pleading. However, she made no move to stop him.
Kyle's hands roamed around her hips, then slid to her thighs. He grabbed the fabric of her dress and slowly began lifting it up.
Mira's breath hitched as cool air hit her newly exposed midriff. Her taut belly rose and fell with each shaky breath, a thin line of golden hair disappearing beneath her lacy underwear.
He traced the lacy trim teasingly. The lace panties were extremely wet, to the point that the red color had already darkened.
Mira moaned lewdly, head falling back against the wall as Kyle's fingers pressed against her most intimate area. Her hips rolled forward, seeking more of his touch.
"Please..." she breathed, not even fully aware of what she was begging for. All she knew was need—raw, all-consuming need.
Kyle's fingers slipped beneath the lace, brushing against her slick folds. Mira jerked, a strangled moan tearing from her throat.
"Please what, Mira?" Kyle murmured, fingers stroking her slick petals, circling her throbbing clit. "Tell me what you need."
He dipped a finger into her hot, wet hole, pumping slowly. Mira's inner walls clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper.
Kyle's other hand slid up her body to capture a bouncing breast, kneading the soft flesh. He rolled and plucked at the stiff peak until Mira was writhing against him.
"Kyle, I-I..." Mira panted, struggling to form a coherent thought through the haze of lust.
She was so close, teetering on the brink. She needed... something. Something more.
As if reading her thoughts, Kyle grabbed his pants and pulled them down along with his panties with a vigorous movement.
His huge cock exploded to view. The head poked into her belly, pre-cum dripped from it.
"Beg for it," he whispered in her ear, with his eyes flared crimson. "Beg me to fuck you, Mira."