The fact that she didn’t cite any of her contract clauses which forbid me from treating her inappropriately makes my heart skip a beat from joy. She finally trusts me enough to know that I won’t use the situation to molest her.
I lift Ayame’s light and graceful body gently. She may not have the same explosive curves as Blossom, but she possesses a sultry allure that is just as captivating. Her frame is slender and enticingly feminine, with much more subtle curves that are perfectly balanced and draw the eye in a different way. Ayame’s skin is smooth and soft, her body a testament to the disciplined agility she possesses.
Her shapely legs are long and toned, leading up to hips that sway with a natural elegance. Her perky bust, though not as pronounced as Blossom’s, is still full and perfectly proportioned, fitting her frame in a way that is alluringly subtle yet undeniably seductive.
Her delicate waist emphasizes her gentle curves, and there’s a graceful fluidity in her movements that speaks to her flexibility and agility. Ayame carries herself with a sensuality that’s understated but deeply felt, her every motion a testament to her absolute confidence in her outstanding beauty as a woman. She exudes a quiet, magnetic charm that is simply impossible to ignore as a man.
I begin to bounce her up and down a few times in my arms, trying to get a proper feel for her weight. “Hm,” I muse, doing my best to estimate her weight. She is so incredibly light that I can barely feel her presence in my arms. “I’d say you are about 46 kilos (102 pounds).” ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
I then lower the surprisingly patient girl down to the ground. “Satisfied?” She inquires with a smirk. Maybe she wasn’t as bothered by my impromptu examination as I expected.
“Very.”
“Great. Now then it is only fair that I also get to measure your weight.” She states with a mischievous grin.
“Oh?” I wasn’t expecting this development, but I’m not one to object. “Sure, go ahead.”
“Wait,” she speaks up before turning to the naked dog-kin. “Blossom, since he said you were 58 kilograms, can I lift you to have something to compare his weight to?”
Blossom looks at her for a second before agreeing, “sure, Blossom doesn’t mind.” Her excitement is significantly lesser at the prospect of Ayame lifting her compared to me doing it.
Ayame steps forward, “Let’s see what 58 kilograms feels like,” she says, reaching out with surprising confidence. Blossom, though less enthused, complies by stepping closer. There’s no hesitation in Ayame’s movements as she bends down, sliding one arm under Blossom’s legs and the other around her back, lifting her up into a princess carry with effortless ease.
For a moment, Ayame holds Blossom steady, her petite frame showing unexpected strength. She then adjusts her grip slightly, bouncing the dog-kin girl in her arms to get a proper feel for the weight. Blossom’s plentiful breasts jiggle enticingly with each movement, but she stays composed, and so do I, to the best of my humble ability.
Ayame’s face tightens in concentration and after a few seconds, she nods, satisfied. “Alright, 58 kilograms… got it.”
She gently lowers Blossom back to the ground.Then, without missing a beat, Ayame turns her attention to me. She’s got that same confident smirk on her face as she sizes me up. “Now, it’s your turn,” she declares, her tone firm and unyielding.
I chuckle, finding her confidence entertaining. “You sure you’ve got this, Ayame? I’m quite a bit heavier than Blossom, especially after my transformation.” I understand that she should technically be able to lift me due to her high Strength stat, but seeing her petite frame I can’t force my brain to completely accept such logical fallacies.
Ayame just raises an eyebrow at me “I’m sure,” she replies, her tone leaving no room for doubt. Before I can say anything else, she’s already in motion, bending down and sliding her arms under my legs and back just as she did with Blossom. And with one smooth motion, she lifts me off the ground in a princess carry.
The sight must be something to behold- the petite Ayame cradling me as if it’s no big deal. I’m half expecting to feel a wobble or two, but Ayame’s balance and strength are impeccable. She holds me steady with a rather indifferent face, as if she’d just lifted a coin pouch from the ground.
As I settle into her arms, a strange sense of comfort washes over me. There’s something about the way she carries me, with such ease and confidence. I wasn’t expecting myself to enjoy the situation but I suppose here we are. Naturally, I would never admit that out loud, I can’t lose my position as the leader of the pack, after all.
I know that women are ruthless creatures, (of course, not my precious Blossom who is the exception to the rule), a single sign of weakness as a man and they think less of you. They simply can’t help it, that’s just how their brain functions.
Ayame is an amazing woman, but she grew up in a clan of warriors, and I firmly believe that her father was her hero or something similar at the very least, based on contextual clues I’ve picked up in the days we spent together.
If I want her to accept me as her man, I can’t avoid her drawing comparisons between me and her dad, and if I fall short she might be very disappointed. Yeah, she is an adorable woman with a warm heart, but at the end of the day she is a ruthless warrior as well, who aims to be the strongest wielder of the blade. I don’t believe that she would be happy with a sissy twink for a husband.
I glance over at Blossom, who’s watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. Her tail is wagging furiously and a bright smile spreads across her face as she giggles at the comical sight of Ayame so effortlessly carrying her much larger master around the room.
Ayame, completely unfazed by my weight and inner thoughts, walks around with me in her arms as if it’s the most natural thing for her in the world.
“105 kilograms.” she announces, her voice steady and filled with pride as she continues to carry me with ease.
Just as Ayame begins to lower me back to the ground, Blossom suddenly bursts out, her voice filled with excitement, “Blossom wants to carry Master too!”
There’s no mention of measuring my weight- she just wants to hold me, her enthusiasm clear in both her voice and the eager wag of her tail.
So far, I’ve been the one who enjoyed exclusive dominance in our relationship, I can afford to indulge her for a bit. Blossom is so submissive anyways that I know this won’t get into her head, she literally just finds it fun and wants to play with me.
“Sure, but only for a few minutes. We really should start our day if we want to leave the city today.
“Okay!”
I then spent the next ten minutes of my life in the arms of my new dashing prince who couldn’t stop herself from merrily giggling throughout the entirety of the act.