Without even thinking he grabbed her face, his hands tight on her cheeks, pulling her in close fast.
Their tounges sliding together up and down, it was soft and wet. Her breath jumped out of her chest, sharp and fast, mixing with his breath, and for a moment it felt like the whole world spun around them.
His tongue almost tripped on itself in his mouth. His heart banged like a drum.
"This is it… my first kiss, my last kiss, my funeral kiss! They'll carve it on my tombstone—'Here lies Liu Yang, died of boob overdose.'"
His fingers moved down the side of her neck, slowly, brushing her skin, and her whole body shook from the touch.
Then his fingers slide over the skirt, grabbing the warmth of her chest, feeling the curve of her perfect round shape curves.
Her chest felt like a burst of sunlight, warm and full, with a soft curve that fit his hands perfectly.
Inside his head, Liu Yang panicked mixed with a low, electric buzz hummed through him.
His eyes stretched wide, his mouth hung open. His brain was yelling.
"Shit—shit—holy fuck it's soft! Like… like bread fresh out of the oven! Oh my god… I can't let go… but wait—what if she slaps me?!"
He didn't know what was happening. His mind was screaming at him to stop, to pull away, but his body was no longer listening. It was betraying his every thought, moving on its own.
A sudden, intense hunger filled him. His mouth hungered to feel her softness, to know the taste of her skin. As his desire took over, his mind drifted to a long-forgotten memory—the simple, taste of milk.
Inside his head, Liu Yang panicked.
"Milk? Seriously? Out of all the things my brain could pull up right now, it chose milk? What am I, a starving baby cow? No, no, focus, this is romance… no wait, this is erotica… no wait, this is survival! Shit, what the hell am I even doing?!"
Lost in the darkness of the cave, they were the only source of light.
Their combined body heat was a fire, sparked from the sheer friction of their desire, burning hotter and brighter with every moment like a spark from friction of rubbing two stones in pitch black darkness.
He moved his mouth from her lips, down to her chest, pressing his face into the fabric. He pushed his lips hard against her and sucked on her chest through her clothes.
Her moan slipped out, soft but sharp, right next to his ear. His brain fried.
"Oh god oh god… she's actually moaning. What the hell do I do now? Do I keep going? Do I stop? Shit, if I stop, she'll kill me. If I keep going… maybe I'll die too. Why is life so hard?!"
His mouth just kept going, like he was starving. He pulled hard on her chest, and she pushed back against him with every tug. Her breath was fast, broken.
Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, shoving his face deeper, like she didn't care anymore. Her voice came out in short moans, low and sweet, echoing in the cave.
The heat between them rose higher, burning. She pushed her skirt all the way off, throwing it aside, her legs trembling but spreading, her body open for him.
His hand slid down her waist, then lower, grabbing her bare thigh, squeezing the soft skin.
His fingers traced lower, brushing the heat between her legs. The wetness met his skin right away, hot and slippery, soaking.
His eyes went wide.
"Oh my god… she's wet?! She's actually wet?! Is this a trap?! Am I gonna die?!"
Her back arched, her chest pushing harder into his mouth, her lips biting down on her own finger to stop herself from crying out too loud.
He didn't care about right or wrong. His mouth, his hands, his whole body moved with hunger, tasting, touching, biting. She opened herself more, her own body betraying her, begging him to take everything.
For the first time she was silienced, her mind could not think of any words other than the soft moaning, the moan which giving the electric buzz to his mind, her moan was near his ears.. when she moan, the warmth breath filling his ears.
Liu Yang cried inside.
"She's quiet… finally quiet… don't tell me this is the only way to shut her up. Am I doomed to use my tongue as the mute button for the rest of my life?! What the actual fuck…"
The hard she moan, the faster he was sucking her milk, his tounges playing over her nipples.
Bitting it softly, as per bit she moan harder and louder. With each moan , her fingers dig tightly to his hairs, hovering over his hairs, like she will pull all his hairs.
For the first time she went quiet, no long words, no chatter, just her voice breaking into soft moans.
Each moan was close to his ear, warm breath brushing inside, making his head spin. The sound was like a spark, buzzing in his brain, pushing him to go harder.
The more she moaned, the harder his mouth sucked on her chest. His tongue circled her nipple again and again, wet and rough, then he bit down softly and playful.
Her body jumped each time he bit, and the moan grew louder, sweeter, trembling in his ear.
Her fingers locked in his hair, pulling tight, like she wanted to drag him into her chest, bury him there.
His heart screamed inside.
"Wait, wait, wait… what the hell is happening right now?!"
"If this was me before—fat, chubby, useless me—she'd have spat in my face and sent my teeth flying with one slap."
"But now? Now she's not even stopping me… hell, she's pulling me closer! Is this real life, or did I die back there and get dropped into some eighteen-plus dream?!"
The harder she moaned, the tighter her hands grabbed, her nails scratching his scalp, her grip like she would rip his hair out, but she couldn't stop herself.
His lips finally pulled away, wet marks of his lips shining on her skin, but he didn't stop.
His mouth trailed down slowly, kissing over the soft line of her chest, sliding lower, across her stomach. Each kiss was hot, wet, leaving marks that made her body twitch.
As his mouth move lower, At first her legs stayed crossed, tight, trembling like she was fighting herself.
His lips kissed lower, his breath hot on her skin, and the heat inside her grew stronger and stronger.
Her thighs rubbed against each other, squeezing, but the more his mouth moved, the more her body betrayed her. The shiver ran all the way down her spine, her breath breaking into quick gasps.
Finally she couldn't hold it. Her legs loosened. They opened, slow at first, then wider, until she spread herself for him completely.
Her face was red, her eyes half-shut, her lips trembling, but the message was clear.
It was a signal, a silent cry. A plea. Her body saying the words her lips couldn't.
"Do whatever your heart wants… take me."
Liu Yang's eyes darkened. His tongue slipped out, brushing across his lips as he leaned closer, ready to taste her deepest place.
Inside though… his mind screamed.
"Wait, wait, wait—hold up. What am I even doing?"
"I'm supposed to build a harem, not star in a goddamn adult movie! System, save me! Oh no, don't save me—wait—yes—no—fuck—what do I even want anymore?!"