Mild R-18
Happy New year
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Melina didn’t pull away. She stayed right there on his lap, her arms slowly sliding around his neck as the kiss deepened—still gentle, still warm, but full of intent.
Mike’s mind went blank for a moment. All his thoughts scattered as he felt her warmth, her closeness. Before he even realized it, his hands moved on their own, resting at her waist. She was soft, real, and close enough that he could feel her steady breathing.
He didn’t know where the courage came from—maybe it was her, maybe it was the moment—but he stopped thinking and simply responded. He kissed her back, not teasing, not testing... just simply kissing back.
After a moment the kiss broke, as she still sat on his lap smiling.
Melina smiled against his lips, clearly pleased, and leaned her forehead against his.
"So," she murmured softly, her voice calm and certain, "do you believe me now?"
Mike exhaled slowly, his arms still around her.
"...Yeah," he admitted. "I think I do."
"No, that’s not enough," she said suddenly.
Before he could react, she had already pulled open the front of her robe, revealing herself without the slightest hesitation. Mike’s breath caught in his throat, blood rushing to his head so fast his nose started to bleed.
"Are you alright?" she asked softly, concern flickering across her face as a warm, golden light flowed from her hand, gently healing him.
"I... I think so," Mike muttered, still dazed. "I guess the stimulation was just too much."
He could hardly believe what was happening. In his past life, he had only ever seen women like this on a screen—never in reality, never so close. And now here she was, more beautiful than anyone he had ever imagined, sitting on his lap without the slightest embarrassment, looking at him as if inviting him to accept her presence completely.
"Good. Then go on—touch them. Let me prove that I’m fully yours now," she said, looking at him seductively.
Mike gulped as he slowly raised his hands, resting them against her soft twin beautiful boobs. They were milky white with a little pink nipple at center. They perfectly firm and round enough to make even a saint let go of his chastity.
"Ah~"
A soft sound escaped her, and he quickly pulled his hands back. "It’s okay," she said gently. "You can go on."
Mike nodded, his hands moving again from her waist, reaching up once more. This time, he grasped them more firmly, giving a hesitant squeeze.
"So soft..." his mind went blank once again as he continued, almost absentmindedly, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Melina’s face slowly turned bright red. What is this feeling? she wondered. It was something she had never experienced before.
Each time Mike kneaded her, a strange warmth spread through her body, almost like the most relaxing massage she had ever felt. Is this how it feels when you’re with someone you love? she thought. In battle, when opponents’ hands touched her, she had only felt disgust—and it usually ended with their death. But with Mike, it was different. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more.
This is bad... she swallowed, unsure of herself, yet she didn’t push him away. Seeing the blissful expression on his face made her allow it to continue.
"Can I... suck them?" Mike asked softly, looking at her with an expectant gaze.
Her thoughts snapped back. If I let him... She hesitated, then nodded slowly.
Mike, encouraged, leaned forward and gently placed his mouth against her, sucking hesitantly, almost awkwardly.
I don’t feel anything... well its little bit good but not that good as shown in corn? he wondered, then glanced up to see Melina panting softly.
Oh... so this is meant to arouse your partner, he realized, continuing as he watched her reaction.
She felt his breath against her skin, warm and hesitant, and her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up. A soft gasp slipped from her lips, not from anything he did, but from what the moment itself awakened in her—something vulnerable, unfamiliar, and strangely comforting.
Melina’s fingers curled into his shoulders—not to pull him closer, not to push him away, but simply to steady herself. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, steady and undeniable.
"I think we should stop here," Mike said suddenly, looking at her as she lay in his arms, still slightly out of breath.
Isn’t she Rank Five? he wondered. Why does she seem so exhausted... or is she just that sensitive?
He gently pulled her robe back into place, covering her properly, and let her rest against him.
She’s supposed to be a future Saintess, he thought. So she should have access to the Empire’s treasury, right? Maybe I could ask her for some resources...
He shook his head immediately. No. I shouldn’t. Not unless we’re officially married...
The thought made him pause, startled. Why am I even thinking that? Get a grip, Mike.
Closing his eyes, he took a slow breath and began to meditate, trying to clear his mind and calm the storm of thoughts within him—as well as the other problem that had stirred far too suddenly, only to be cut short before it could go anywhere.
Still, the warmth of her body resting in his lap made it hard to focus.
He glanced down at her, wondering, She’s Rank Five... so why is her recovery so slow? Or is she just too embarrassed to make a move?
What should I do in this situation? he thought. Would it only embarrass her more if I moved first?
With that in mind, he decided to do nothing for now, letting her rest quietly on his lap.
Melina, meanwhile, had long since come down from her earlier haze, but embarrassment held her completely still. She couldn’t bring herself to lift her head, much less move away from him.
This is a disaster, she thought, heat flooding her face. How am I supposed to face him after that?
Another thought followed, even more mortifying.
I probably didn’t even satisfy him at all...
She remembered his expression when he told her to stop, and her chest tightened.
What should I do?
Both of them remained frozen—too embarrassed to speak, too aware of each other’s presence—sitting there in silence for several long minutes, neither daring to make the first move.