Their mouths fused in a slick, desperate lock, tongues twisting and coiling around each other like they couldn't get close enough.

"Mmmhnn~~"

A low, throaty moan escaped her throat, vibrating into his mouth as saliva mixed and dripped between them.

'What is this feeling… Why does his mouth taste so sweet?' Jenna thought as he sucked on her tongue hard, the wet slurp echoing in the dim room.

She pushed back, her tongue wrapping tighter around his, moaning louder with her hands still in restraints. Their kiss grew messier, tongues sliding in and out with obscene, wet smacks. Drool trailed down her chin, but she didn't care, all she wanted was more.

But Yohan finally pulled away, leaving her tongue instinctively reaching for more. Her eyes stayed hazy and unfocused for a few seconds before she snapped back to herself.

"What… what did you do to me?" she asked, her face flushed red.

"It was just a kiss," Yohan replied with a teasing grin. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"N-no," she stammered, looking away with a guilty expression.

"Come on, no need to lie," Yohan murmured as he leaned in even closer. "You felt it."

She could feel his breath brushing against her skin, sending a wave of shivers down her spine and making the tiny hairs on her body stand on edge.

'What is happening to me?'

She forced herself to keep looking away, because she knew that if her eyes landed on his lips again, there would be no stopping herself.

It felt as if her mouth wanted to rest against his forever.

Yohan moved in, closer than before—so close she could almost taste the warmth of him. She couldn't resist anymore; she turned toward him, readying herself for another kiss.

But instead of closing the distance, Yohan stopped just inches from her lips. His hand moved behind her, and with a swift motion he cut through the restraints, freeing her arms and legs.

For a moment, she froze, stunned as she processed what he'd just done.

Then, in a sudden burst of movement, she snatched her knife from his hand and shoved him backward.

She pressed the knife to his neck, the cold edge resting right against his skin. One quick motion—just one—and she could end him. But her hand didn't move.

"Aren't you going to do it?" he asked quietly.

She didn't answer. She just stared at him… or rather, at his lips. Something inside her pulled, stronger than anything she had felt before.

In one sudden motion, she tossed the knife aside and crashed her mouth against his.

'It's like electricity is flowing from his tongue…'

The thought flickered through her mind as her tongue moved hungrily against his, each touch sending another jolt through her body.

Yohan gripped her shoulders, firm but controlled, and flipped her beneath him before reclaiming her lips with his own.

'I knew she couldn't go through with it' he thought, deepening the kiss. 'I already used my Lingering Touch on her tongue. That technique makes anyone crave my touch… but when applied to a sensitive place like her tongue, the effect intensifies'

But Yohan wasn't finished.

Not even close.

Slowly, deliberately, he placed his hand on her neck, letting his fingers tighten slightly.

'By the time I'm done' he thought, 'every part of her body that feels my touch will respond the same way. She won't just want me—she'll ache for me'

He ripped open the buttons on her white shirt, reaching under her bra and touching her nipples.

The sensation she felt made her body flinch.

'Who is this man…?' she wondered. 'He's defeating me so easily. I can't even resist him… No, I have to try, for Lady Izumi' She told herself.

He watched her body betray her resolve, those soft flinches only stoking his hunger.

He pinched her nipple between his fingers, rolling it firmly until it hardened into a tight peak, her gasp muffled against his lips.

She sucked on his tongue desperately, her mouth a warm, wet vacuum pulling him deeper, saliva slicking their chins as slurp and mmph sounds filled the air between her helpless moans.

"You have really nice racks," he teased, squeezing her breasts tightly.

He broke the kiss just enough to trail his mouth down her neck, nipping at the skin before latching onto her exposed breast.

His lips sealed around her nipple, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud with quick, teasing laps, then sucking hard.

"ahh~~" drawing out a whimper that vibrated through her chest.

Her back arched involuntarily, pushing her tit further into his mouth, even as her mind screamed resistance.

'Lady Izumi... I can't... it feels so good,' she thought, her hands fisting in his shirt, torn between shoving him away and yanking him closer.

Yohan grinned against her skin, his free hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the flesh through her skirt as he switched to the other nipple, biting down lightly before soothing it with broad, wet strokes of his tongue.

Drool glistened on her cleavage, mixing with the remnants of their kiss, and he ground his erection against her thigh, letting her feel how hard she made him.

"That's it, fight it all you want," he murmured, voice rough, "but your body's already mine." Her pussy clenched at his words, a fresh wave of heat flooding her core, making her thighs rub together in futile denial.

Yohan reached under her skirt.

'I used the Lingering touch on her tongue, then her nipples, all that is left is her pussy…'

Just as he was about to make contact she grabbed his arm,

"Wait!..." She screamed, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like, I'm claiming your body for myself," Yohan said casually, at this point he was already confident that she couldn't go back. He was only doing this to seal the deal.

"Wh-what do you mean by that, you can't possibly be thinking of actually touching me there," she said, this time sounding way more calmer than before.

"Why not?" Yohan wondered,

"Why not?... Well… because… the truth is…" Her face became even more red, "No one has ever touched me there before," she replied timidly.

"Huh…"

"You can't be serious?" Yohan said with a short laugh. "You're a virgin?"

Jenna's face went crimson. She couldn't even look at him, her gaze fixed somewhere to the side.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"T-twenty-eight…"

"And you're still a virgin?" Yohan blinked, unsure whether to be impressed or confused. "I don't know if that's impressive or just disappointing. Haven't you ever dated anyone?"

"I've always been too busy for things like that," she muttered. "Taking care of Lady Izumi is a very important responsibility. I've been doing it since she was a little girl."

She hesitated, then added quietly, "Also… most men think I'm too difficult."

Yohan chuckled. "Why? Did you threaten to kill them too?"

"Not all of them," she said matter-of-factly.

Yohan paused mid-breath and stared at her, unsure if she was joking—or terrifyingly serious.

'She's probably being serious' Yohan thought back to just how many times this night alone she had promised to kill him.

He sighed and got to his feet, brushing off his clothes. Even Jenna looked startled; she hadn't expected him to actually listen to her.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Jenna," she replied, slowly sitting up.

She was far more cooperative now, so Yohan decided he didn't need to push any further— at least for the moment.

"Jenna… so you work for Hatoru, right?"

She hesitated before answering. "Y-yes."

"Good. Then from now on, you work for me instead."

Her eyes widened. "Work for you? Why would I do that? I already told you—I'm not going to let you hurt Lady Izumi."

"And I told you," Yohan said calmly, "I have no plans on hurting her. I'm only going after that old man."

"Why would I help you do that?" she demanded.

Yohan tilted his head, a slow grin tugging at his lips.

"Do you want us to continue where we left off?"

Her breath hitched in her throat, then she swallowed before feigning confidence.

"I'm not afraid of you,"

Yohan crouched down, and said confidently "Okay, then. Try and stop me,"

He stretched out his finger slowly bringing it closer and closer to her breast.

Jenna watched as he moved closer to her, instead of trying to stop him she didn't move an inch.

'Why am I feeling like this?' Her entire body was burning with anticipation.

'Why do I want him to touch me so bad…'

Finally his index finger pressed into her nipple.

"Nngh…!" She let out a slutty moan.

He turned his finger, twisting her nipple inside itself.

"Mmmpfh~" she raised one hand to her mouth to stop her embarrassing moan from coming out.

"See, you can't resist me,"

"Nnh… that doesn't mean I'll obey your every word…"

"Okay then, what if I was doing this to Izumi."

"No…" She said desperately, "Leave lady Izumi alone,"

"If you help me then, there might be no need to involve her," Yohan said, as he continued to play with her nipples freely

He held open her jaw and pressed his thumb against her tongue.

"Tell me, wouldn't you do anything to keep her safe,"

She couldn't understand why this uncomfortable and disrespectful position was still bringing her so much pleasure. She didn't even want him to stop.

'I can't let Lady Izumi go through something like this…' tears of pleasure dropped from her eyes.

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