A soft hand touched the hard thing.

Leo flinched, his entire body jerking as if the mere brush of that delicate skin was enough to send violent shudders racing down his spine.

Heat surged through him. His face turned beet red, every breath staggered, and droplets of water slipped from his hair, falling like molten sparks onto the figure beneath him... Azrael.

Azrael lay sprawled against the wet marble, her midnight-black hair spreading around her like living vines, each strand clinging to the glistening stone. Her cheeks burned crimson, silver-violet eyes trembling, moist with the shimmer of tears, yet glowing with a fierce, unyielding fire.

Shame may have clawed at her heart, but she refused to surrender. No matter how sinful, no matter how heavy the desire pressed against her soul, she would not let go after coming this far.

Her nose flared with each heated breath. Her sweet, dark lips parted dangerously, glistening with wetness, her tongue flicking in restless motion, rolling slowly as if savouring something forbidden.

She swallowed hard, throat bobbing in a rhythm that teased Leo's eyes with every sensual movement. Her throat gleamed with the droplets running down her chin, sliding lower, and her hand moved, trembling as it pressed over her hidden mounds, concealing their swollen curves as if trapping the fire inside.

Yet her other hand… the one that wrapped around him… it burned!!!

Leo's head lowered without his will, his eyes caught by the sinful allure, but Azrael's breathy voice cut through the storm.

"Don't look~"

Her eyes glistened, trembling as her lashes quivered. With a voice shaking yet rhythmic, dripping with lustful command, she whispered, "Just feel it…" Her hand, small yet firm, moved up and down, stroking the hardness, tracing every inch as if memorising it, each motion slower, deeper, teasing him with unbearable heat.

Leo's arms trembled as they held his weight above her. His lips quivered, his breath broke apart, chest rising and falling uncontrollably.

This sensation… a hand, not his own.

Another hand touching him!

The sensation of another's touch—soft, gentle, utterly foreign, utterly intoxicating. Not rough, not his own desperate grasp, but hers… so warm, so determined, so wickedly tender.

It shattered everything he thought he knew about touch.

Another first time was stolen from him... Another stranger had claimed him again.

His lips trembled as he gasped out, "S-Stop…" The sound cracked, broken, even as his toes curled hard against the floor. His body betrayed him, refusing to push her away, refusing to resist.

He could not even summon the will to force her hand aside.

Azrael's lips curved into a knowing smile. She leaned closer, her breath like smoke against his ear, whispering words that sent chills racing through him.

"You are not cheating…"

Leo's eyes snapped open, his chest tightening.

He remembered—he had girlfriends, right? He was not supposed to…

Fuck! He had forgotten for a single moment!!

His body tensed, his soul screamed to resist, to tear himself away. He gathered every ounce of strength to push up, to end it... yet her voice slid in again, silken and poisoned honey.

"Because I will be your girlfriend very soon~"

The words pulsed with a power that tangled around his heart, crushing his will.

His body froze.

The hand that stroked him pulled him deeper into the abyss.

... or He let it happen?

He let himself feel it!!

His breath shook as pleasure surged violently through his veins. The ecstasy of being touched by someone else, by her, was so consuming, so forbidden, so unbearably sweet that his hips jerked forward on their own, thrusting faintly as though begging for something wetter, softer, to plunge into.

Leo clenched his teeth, choking out, "This is wrong… I… I…" His voice broke, his lips parting, words fading into incoherent groans.

The fire coiling in his lower body was rising fast, threatening to erupt. Yet some part of him, primal and desperate, wanted to hold back, to drag the sensation out longer, savouring the hot, pent-up ache that begged for release.

Azrael's low laugh slid through the air, soaked in seduction, "No… everything is right! I know it feels wrong, I know it feels strange, but believe me…" Her lips brushed his ear, her whispers coiling like serpents around his sanity.

She leaned up, lips parting, glossy, inches from his own.

Leo's eyes half-closed, his body obeying her without thought. His lips parted, trembling, his breath mixing with hers.

He was on the verge of kissing her—drowning in the temptation—when Azrael suddenly tilted her head as she bit his nose!!

Her eyes glittered with dark delight.

"Let this big sister take care of you~"

She purred!

Leo, even though slightly disappointed, felt a fragile relief knowing he didn't kiss her… or rather, she didn't kiss him.

That thin boundary still remained... Yet he knew he was a lost cause now… both the storm of pleasure and the intoxicating sweetness of her scent were drowning him, dragging him deeper and deeper.

"It's getting big~" she whispered when she felt the sudden twitch and stretch in her hand,

"Are you going to cum~?"

Her lips brushed the air as she leaned close, whispering again in that dangerously soft tone. A playful giggle escaped her, warm and wicked, before she smirked with unshaken pride.

"This is my first time doing it and yet… I'm already good at it~"

Leo's hands trembled, barely keeping himself from collapsing entirely. His knuckles whitened, his breath broke.

"S-Stop… I… arrh~" Leo groaned, unable to hide the quiver in his voice as the fire gathered mercilessly at the tip, threatening to burst.

He was on the very edge!!

Azrael chuckled lowly, the sound drenched in heat. "It's fine… Leo. Just let it out on me. I can take everything… every drop, every inch of you.

I'll love taking everything from you, Darling~"

Her words coiled like venom, seeping into his chest, making his heart thunder painfully.

"A-Azrael… t-this is wrong…" Leo muttered, trying desperately to suppress the moan clawing at his throat. His voice was weak, almost pleading, but Azrael only smirked deeper, her lashes lowering as her hand suddenly froze.

The abrupt stop made Leo jolt, his body halting just short of release, his muscles twitching violently. He gasped, looking down in disbelief to see if she had really stopped.

But before he could fully process, before his eyes could see her hand—

"I am not ready yet~" she whispered with a sly, sultry tone. Her free hand slipped up, catching his chin and holding it firmly, the same hand that had been hiding her bosom so tightly.

She didn't want him to see below yet...

Leo flinched, breath catching, his mind struggling to process. The peak he had been racing toward shattered, leaving him hanging in torment. And now… her hand on his chin that means...

His eyes dropped, hesitant, fearful, and then—

Gulp~

His throat tightened. His eyes widened blankly, staring at the mountains unveiled before him.

The soft flesh, pale and smooth, seemed as though it would melt into his palms if he reached.

Perfect curves, faint blush dusting their slopes, and at their peaks… slightly darkened pink tips protruding, trembling faintly, small aureolae tightening from the chill and the heat at once.

They were beautiful~

Leo gulped again, his throat rasping as his breath shattered in short gasps. His eyes could not pull away. Those peaks… those cuties… he wanted to devour them, to suck them, to drown his thirst in their softness until nothing remained.

Azrael's face flushed red hot, her heart beating so wildly she thought it would explode. Inwardly, she screamed, horrified and exhilarated.

'OH FREAKING GOD!! I DID IT!!' The voice tore through her mind as if she had stepped off a cliff.

She had shown him her chest, and the way he was staring now… it was as though he was devouring her with his eyes, drinking every inch.

A soft, trembling sensation coiled between her thighs, an ache spreading through her core. Her lips parted as she gulped shakily, realising she too was burning, hotter than ever.

Her hands trembled. Her legs shook, weak beneath her, torn between horror and shyness.

She had gone far beyond what she had planned.

All she wanted was to tease him, to make him notice her as more than just Raphael's friend.

Just a tease… that was all.

But now?

Things were growing hotter, wilder, every second pulling them further away from restraint.

She couldn't stop it, couldn't control the motion she herself had set into play.

Leo stared blankly, entranced, unable to pull his gaze away from her chest. His shaft in her hand pulsed violently, bulging, twitching, begging, throbbing furiously under her trembling grip.

Her lips trembled as her eyes shook, teary and glistening, 'Shit, shit, shit, shit… Raphael will kill me!!' she screamed inwardly.

Yet outwardly, she forced herself into the cool, controlled act of a big sister.

But still… it wasn't like she wasn't going to use this chance.

No, she knew she had already branded herself into his memory. He would never forget this moment, never forget her... And that was enough to make the danger worth it.

With lips trembling, she forced a sly smile, almost seductive, whispering inwardly, 'Calm down, calm down… You are in control.' She inhaled deeply, trying to steady her frantic breathing.

But her panting betrayed her. Each ragged exhale made her chest heave, soft mounds rising and falling, trembling with every breath. The sway, the subtle bounce—it was enough to make Leo's eyes widen helplessly... His lips parted unconsciously, his mouth opening as though guided by instinct alone.

Just a single bite.

He had always wanted to have a single bite, you know?

He wanted to suck them—those soft, protruding tips—wanted to drown in the forbidden taste.

A curiosity born in childhood, when he'd seen infants clinging to their mothers, lips locked to the source of warmth and life. As a boy, he dismissed it. But as he grew, that curiosity didn't fade.

It sharpened... It deepened... It became hunger.

When he had girlfriends—especially Sakura—he wanted, more than anything, to bury his face in her humongous breasts.

To suck until he was drunk on her flesh, to finally satisfy that long-starved craving that had lingered since childhood. But he never got the chance. Or perhaps he had, but lost it.

And so the hunger remained buried… until now.

And now, here they were. Her trembling, blushing chest. Those dark pink tips are pushing forward in desperate defiance.

Nipples protruding!!

He had never seen it in real life. Nipples protruding like this? He had always thought it was exaggerated, some kind of myth.

Something written in dirty magazines or whispered in boys' locker rooms. But now—

Now he was seeing it.

For real!!!

His throat ached as he swallowed.... His eyes widened, fixated on the trembling peaks as if hypnotized.

A small bite… just a small bite, it wasn't like he was cheating, was it?

After all, wasn't she going to be his third girlfriend? Didn't she just claim that herself?

She would allow it, wouldn't she?

She came prepared for this, didn't she? Then surely—surely—this was right, wasn't it?

So many rights and wrongs spun violently through his mind, colliding until reason dissolved. His gaze remained trapped, staring at her boobs, unable to look away. His lips trembled, hesitating, his body torn apart by temptation, his heart clawing for restraint, until—

"Go on… Suck it~"

Her whisper slithered into his ear like black silk, heavy with honeyed venom. And then her lips brushed his flesh—biting down softly on his earlobe, wet and teasing.

Snap!

Something inside Leo broke. The last chain of restraint, the last fragile wall of guilt, shattered.

"Ahhh~"

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