"What is it that you want? Spit it out already…" Amy felt a tinge of regret for playing dice with Anirudh as she caught him eyeing her body. This rogue always asked such embarrassing questions. If he made another demand, who knew how outrageous it would be?
Anirudh had half a mind to say, "I want you." But he knew that would be going too far, and she probably wouldn't agree to it anyway. After mulling it over for a moment, he finally said, "I need to verify something…"
"Verify? Verify what?" Amy blinked, caught off guard.
"Verify your previous answers…"
"Oh…" Amy froze. She had just said she was a virgin—how on earth could he verify that?
"Don't worry, I just want to check the first two things you answered…" Anirudh flashed a slight smile, as if he could read the anxiety on her face. His smile seemed unnervingly kind.
"And how exactly do you plan to verify that?" Amy's sense of regret was deepening by the second…
This little pervert—how despicable…
"By letting me see for myself, of course."
"What? Absolutely not!"
"Why not? It's a lot better than making you strip down and dance, right? If I asked you to do that, I'd still get to see eventually…"
"But there are so many people around…" Amy hesitated, her eyes darting about the room. Thankfully, no one seemed to be paying attention, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.
"That's no problem, we can go to the bathroom…" Anirudh grinned wickedly, a grin that triggered a sense of déjà vu, as if he'd said something like this before.
"This just feels so wrong…" Amy faltered again, casting another glance around the room. Once she confirmed no one was watching, her tension eased.
"Amy, you're not going to chicken out now, are you?" Anirudh taunted her with a smirk.
"Do I look like the type to back out? Fine, let's go. But I'll go first, and you wait a bit before following…" In that moment, Amy's resolve was as unshakable as her sister Aurora's.
Without waiting for Anirudh's response, Amy stood up and swiftly headed towards the restroom.
Anirudh smiled, putting on an air of nonchalance as he waited for a few more moments. Once he was sure no one was watching, he casually stood up and headed towards the restroom.
The restroom was behind a wall, with a small hand-washing area outside. After confirming that no one had followed, Anirudh raised his voice and called out, "Amy, are you done yet? I've got a stomachache..." He knocked loudly on the door as he spoke.
"Alright, alright, almost done…" came Amy's voice from inside, playing along with his act.
The door clicked open, and with one quick stride, Anirudh slipped inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Amy's face turned bright red. This little devil—he was terrible.
"Now that we're alone, sis, hurry up and take it off. I just need a quick look..." Anirudh grinned mischievously at Amy.
"You're such a bad boy…" Amy teased, giving him a reproachful look. She reached behind her to unzip her evening dress, but under the heat of Anirudh's gaze, she hesitated, too shy to fully undress.
"Hurry up, sis! If they catch us, it'll be a disaster!" Anirudh urged, feeling just as tense as she did. His aunt and Aurora were right outside. If they found out what was going on, who knew what they'd think?
At his words, Amy felt a surge of panic. She shot him another glance before unzipping her gown all the way. As the zipper came down, the soft yellow fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing her smooth, pale skin. First, her delicate shoulders were exposed, then her chest, clad in a purple-black lace bra. Anirudh's breathing grew heavy, and his eyes burned with intensity. In that instant, he had an overwhelming desire to reach out and touch her.
"Sister Amy..." Anirudh's breaths came in ragged gasps, his words tumbling out with a nervous stutter.
"Hmm?" Amy paused mid-undress, her gaze colliding with Anirudh's intense stare, her pulse racing in response.
"May I... may I touch?" Anirudh's voice quivered with anticipation.
"Absolutely not!" Amy chided, casting a playful yet admonishing glance his way.
"But I must..." Driven by desire, Anirudh closed the distance between them, pinning Amy against the wall, his hand reaching for the soft curve of her breast.
Amy's cry for help was silenced by Anirudh's lips crashing down upon hers, his tongue delving in with a primal hunger.
Amy, whose romantic experiences had been limited to the innocence of hand-holding, was thrown into a whirlwind of confusion. Her breaths grew shallow, her heart pounding as Anirudh's hand cupped her breast, the sensation sending her mind reeling.
The softness beneath his palm sent Anirudh into a trance. His lips devoured Amy's, his hand kneading her breast with fervor, while the other hand gathered the fabric of her evening gown, his touch tracing up her thigh, seeking the secrets that lay hidden beneath.
Amy's skin was a canvas of silk, her body trembling with the sensitivity of one untouched, her fear palpable as Anirudh's hand ventured towards the uncharted territory between her thighs.
"Please, Anirudh, don't..." Amy's plea was a whisper, her maidenly fear echoing in the desperate silence as Anirudh's questing hand threatened to shatter the sanctuary of her innocence.
The electrifying sensation was intoxicating, yet the intoxication was laced with fear...
Her cries for help paradoxically fueled Anirudh's ardor. His left hand had stealthily found its way inside Amy's undergarments, claiming her breast, while his right hand ventured to the crux of her thighs, tenderly stroking the soaked fabric...
"Please, I implore you, not here, alright? My sisters are still out there..." Amy's plea was desperate as she sensed Anirudh's escalating fervor and an awakening tempest within herself. She fought to escape his touch, yet her traitorous body yearned for it, the dichotomy terrifying her to the core...
The reminder of her sisters' presence outside pierced Anirudh's frenzy, snapping him back to reality, and he swiftly retracted his hands from Amy!
"I'm sorry, Sister Amy, I... it wasn't intentional..." Anirudh's gaze was laden with concern, dreading her potential anger.
Amy, her thoughts a whirlwind, hardly heard Anirudh's apology. She dressed hastily, flung open the door, and fled outside, as if fearing Anirudh might drag her back in...
Watching Amy's retreating figure, Anirudh's mouth opened to speak, but no words came. His heart was in disarray. Would she be upset? What if she confessed to his aunt?
With a forlorn sigh, Anirudh inhaled deeply, feigning composure. He opened the bathroom door to step out when he abruptly collided with a yielding form, sending him reeling backward...