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“Kyaa, yes… Haa… Ah~…” Moans escaped Sylvie’s lips in a breathless melody, her cheeks flushed with a deep shade of crimson. Her own breasts were being tenderly caressed, and she watched with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
How much longer should I continue this intimate touch? The thought lingered in my mind as I observed Sylvie’s reaction, noting her increasing arousal.
Mhmm… Mhmm… Mhmm… Mhmm… Mhmm… Mhmm~… Her voice, a soft chorus of pleasure, filled the air. It was evident that she was the easiest heroine to conquer, her affections already directed towards the scoundrel that is Lucas.
Having just emerged from the student council disciplinary committee, it felt as if I could effortlessly make my way towards her, as if the path had been paved for me. Yet, I knew deep down that this way of thinking was perilous.
It is dangerous to believe that such a beautiful girl could be at my disposal, that I could claim her as I pleased. The very notion sent my brain into a dizzying whirl, as if my thoughts were melting away.
For I am not someone accustomed to drawing boundaries and abiding by them. My self-control falters, and my actions become guided by instinct rather than reason.
Twirl… Twirl… Twirl… With each passing moment, my fingertips grew bolder, their touch gaining strength. As I rubbed Sylvie’s warm, preheated breasts with increasing intensity, it felt as though our connection deepened. The boundary between my hand and her bosom blurred, merging into a single entity.
Heat radiated from my hand, mirroring the warmth of Sylvie’s breasts. And with each passing second, my dwindling self-control allowed desire to take hold.
Squish.
A gasp escaped Sylvie’s lips, a mix of pleasure and surprise. “Does it hurt?” I inquired, my voice laced with concern.
She shook her head, silently giving me permission to continue. Sylvie wanted me to keep exploring the depths of her pleasure, to revel in the sensations coursing through her body.
Beneath the palm of my hand, I could feel her pink nipples growing erect, responding to my touch. A thought crossed my mind, a realization that I never anticipated the sheer arousing nature of this intimate act.
“They are incredibly soft,” I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of awe and desire.
“There’s no need to sever our friendship over this,” I reassured her, my fingers continuing their dance upon her tender flesh.
Her response was a timid agreement, a fragile affirmation of our bond. “You’re my friend, Sylvie,” I stated, my voice carrying a hint of sincerity.
Her voice trembled as she echoed my sentiment, unsure of what lay ahead. But my words took a different turn, a warning disguised as a promise.
“But this behavior must change. You need to regain your senses,” I firmly stated, my grip on her breasts tightening.
Confusion clouded Sylvie’s eyes, uncertainty etched across her features. “Huh?”
I couldn’t let her remain in the dark. Someone needed to teach her that such delightful breasts couldn’t be so easily toyed with.
“Between friends, trading breasts as payment is unacceptable!” I declared, my grasp growing firmer.
Sylvie’s body was pulled closer to me, her posture faltering under the intensity of my touch. Undeterred, I pressed my fingertips into her soft flesh with resolute force.
“Understand? Friends shouldn’t allow such magnificent breasts to be treated lightly!” I emphasized, my voice carrying a hint of urgency.
Her response was a shuddering gasp, her body responding to the sensations coursing through her. As expected of an adult game protagonist, Sylvie’s excitement began to rise, her lips bitten in a mix of pleasure and anticipation.
But this was not a moment to revel in pleasure; it was a lesson that needed to be learned.
I continued to squeeze, the pressure increasing, as if imprinting the importance of this lesson onto Sylvie’s consciousness.
“Yes, yes… hng~!” her moans grew louder, intermingling with the mix of pain and pleasure I had inflicted upon her.
Because of Sylvie, who cried so exquisitely, I too found myself succumbing to desire, the line I had drawn fading away in the face of overwhelming passion.
“Understand? This is something reserved for someone you truly love. The person you’ll spend your life with!” I admonished, my voice filled with both authority and longing.
Her body quivered in my grasp, her head nodding in both understanding and surrender. “Huah… uh… haah…!”
“Do you want me to do this to you every day?” I posed the question, my voice a mixture of intensity and temptation.
“I… I don’t know… it’s a strange feeling…” Sylvie’s response wavered, her uncertainty palpable.
“Say no!” I demanded, my voice commanding.
“Ahh, no…!” she finally complied, her voice tinged with a mix of submission and confusion.
“Yes! That’s right!” I affirmed, a sense of triumph coursing through me.
“Say it again!” I pressed, my grip on her breasts relenting slightly.
Sylvie, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, spoke hesitantly, her words intertwined with the delicate caresses she continued to receive.
“Hehe, haaah~, haaah~… If you were to allow a friend to touch your breasts, that would be absolutely out of the question.” I teach him that between frienfs this type of behaviour is out of the question other than me.
“Now, let’s talk about your current situation. What are your thoughts?”
“Ah… Aah…! Huaa~… I suppose I should refuse, right?”
“Give it a try. Say it out loud.”
“Touching my breasts… I really don’t like it… I hate it…” She said while moaning continuously as I sqeezed her boobs.
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(A/N: Hello guys done reading. If yes, send a power stone, 1 power stone is also enough we just have to increase fan value, so 1 power stone is enough, but if you like the novel I won’t mind if you send more stones, and plz don’t forget the gifts.)
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