Kaguya's breath hitches as my shirt hits the floor, her usually composed expression cracking for just a second as her gaze lingers on my torso. A faint, involuntary whimper escapes her lips before she can stop it, her fingers twitching at her sides—caught between pushing away and pulling closer.
"I—this I don't know," she stammers, though the flush creeping down her neck tells a different story. When my fingers brush against her ribbon, her entire body tenses, her pulse pounding visibly at her throat. "You're... insufferably forward."
I step closer, the heat between undeniable, her resolve wavers. Her hands rise hesitantly, trembling slightly as they hover near the buttons of her blouse. "F-fine," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "But if you laugh, I'll ensure you regret it." The threat lacks its usual bite, undermined by the way her breath quickens with each button she undoes, revealing soft, pale skin inch by agonizing inch.
I let out a low chuckle as her blouse falls open, my fingers tracing the delicate lace of her bra with deliberate slowness. "Laugh? Fuck no—you're even prettier than I imagined." My other hand slides around her waist, pulling her flush against me so she can feel exactly how hard I am for her. "But you're still talking too much, princess." I nip at her collarbone, voice dropping to a growl. "Last chance to back out... or should I finally show you what happens when you tease a guy this long?"
Kaguya's breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps as my hands explore her body, her skin burning under touch. The sensation of my hardness pressing against her makes her knees weaken, her fingers clutching at his shoulders for support. Her usual sharp retorts die in her throat, replaced by a breathless whimper when his teeth graze her collarbone.
"I—I don't tease," she protests weakly, though the way her hips instinctively press against mine betrays her. Her bra feels suddenly suffocating, her body aching for more contact, more friction.. Her pride wars with desire, but when my fingers hook under the lace, her resolve shatters.
Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling with need. "...Just—show me already." And with that, she surrenders, her body arching into mine, silently begging for everything I'm about to give her.
I grin at her surrender, closing the distance between us in one hungry motion. My lips crash against hers, tongue sliding deep as my hands finally claim those perfect tits through her bra—fuck, they feel even better than I imagined. Her breath hitches when I pinch her nipples through the lace, that haughty little gasp music to my ears. "That's it, princess," I murmured against her mouth, feeling her arch into my touch. "You've been dreaming about this, huh? All those Clothes how fucking desperate she really is." My thumb circles her stiff peak, slow and teasing, just to watch her squirm.
Kaguya's entire body trembles as my hands and mouth claim her, her usual icy composure melting into a mess of gasps and shudders. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling closer with a desperation she'd never admit to, her hips grinding against mine in a rhythm she doesn't even realize she's fallen into.
"Nngh—you're the one who—ah!—started this," she manages between ragged breaths, her voice cracking as my thumb teases her nipple. The lace of her bra feels torturously thin now, every brush of myingers sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to her core. Her thighs squeeze together instinctively, but it's not enough—she needs more.
When my teeth graze her neck, she lets out a high, broken whine, her back arching off the bed. "S-stop talking and—just touch me properly," she demands, though the way her body clings to mine makes it clear she's begging. Her pride is in tatters, her mind fogged with a need she's never felt before—and she's terrified of how much she loves it.
My tongue tangles deeper with hers, swallowing that delicious whimper she makes when my fingers finally trail down from her breasts. I can feel her hips jerk against my hand as I brush the damp fabric of her panties—fuck, she's already this wet? "Damn, Shinomiya," I murmur against her lips, dragging my thumb in slow circles just to feel her shudder. "All that big talk, and here you are, dripping just from me touching you." Her thighs clamp around my wrist instinctively, but I don't let up, pressing harder until her breath fractures into a gasp. "You wanna cum like this? Or should I rip these off and show you what you've been missing?" I bite her lower lip, grinning as her nails dig into my shoulders—she's too far gone to even pretend she'd say no.
Kaguya's entire body jerks as my fingers press against her soaked panties, her back arching off the bed with a strangled cry. Her thighs tremble around my wrist, torn between clamping shut to stop the overwhelming sensation and spreading wider to beg for more. Her nails rake down shoulders, leaving angry red trails in their wake—punishment and plea all at once.
"Y-you—ah!—your my vulgar brute ," she gasps, but the way her hips grind against hand betrays her. Her usual sharp tongue is reduced to broken whimpers, her mind hazy with a pleasure she's never known. When my teeth sink into her lip, a fresh wave of wetness soaks through the thin fabric, her body betraying her pride completely.
His fingers continued their merciless tease, circling her swollen clit with slow, deliberate strokes while two digits plunged deeper into her dripping heat. She gasped, hips jerking desperately against his hand, chasing the friction she craved. "...T-tear them," she admitted in that wrecked whisper, voice cracking with raw shame and aching need. "Just—please—keep toying with me—" The plea shattered into a broken moan as his thumb pressed firmly against her throbbing clit, rolling it with expert pressure. Her back arched sharply off the bed, trembling thighs spreading wider in silent, desperate surrender, every nerve alight as slick sounds filled the room and fresh wetness coated his fingers.
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