Chapter 6

Without relinquishing my grip on Asahi’s’s mouth with my right hand, I deftly undid the ties of her apron with my left, the fabric fluttering to the floor like a discarded whisper. The sudden revelation of her figure was nothing short of breathtaking.

I swallowed hard, my throat constricting as my gaze devoured the sight before me. Her breasts, a stunning, natural G-cup, strained against the confines of her shirt, threatening to burst free at any moment. The astonishing absence of a bra only served to heighten the tantalizing display, her nipples thrusting prominently through the fabric like ripe, succulent fruit.

Soft.

The word whispered through my mind like a benediction as my fingers closed around her breasts, cradling them with a reverence that bordered on the sacred. In that instant, I was transported to a realm of pure bliss, my senses singing with an unbridled joy. I kneaded her breasts with an instinctive, primal fervor, the sensation akin to nothing I had ever experienced before.

The urge to rip away her clothes, to plunge my throbbing erection into the depths of her vagina, was a siren’s call, beckoning me with an irresistible force.

Yet, I resisted, my willpower straining against the leash of my desire.

‘This is the moment I’ve been waiting for,’ I cautioned myself, the words a gentle reminder of the need for restraint. ‘I mustn’t let my passion ruin this perfect, fleeting instant.’

As I continued to knead her breasts with a slow, deliberate care, her nipples began to harden, the transformation palpable even through the thin fabric of her shirt. The sound that escaped her lips was a low, throaty murmur, a gentle ‘Mmm... ‘ that spoke volumes of the pleasure that was building within her.

A gentle, almost imperceptible moan escaped her lips, but being so close to her, I caught the soft sound with ease.

“It’s suffocating my chest,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Your husband must be thrilled to have the chance to massage them every night.”

Her words were met with a sudden, exasperated groan from me. “Ugh!”

I leaned in, my lips brushing against the delicate skin of her neck, which glistened like freshly fallen snow. I lavished her neck with tender kisses, my tongue dancing across her skin, leaving a trail of gentle licks and soft sucks in its wake.

The sound of our skin meeting echoed through the air - a soft, intimate smack that seemed to reverberate deep within my chest. As I repeated the motion, a delicate hickey began to form on her neck, a subtle reminder of the passion that was building between us.

My tongue gradually wandered upwards, tracing the contours of her neck before reaching the delicate curves of her ear. I explored every nook and cranny, my tongue probing the sensitive areas with an unrelenting gentleness. Her ears were immaculately clean, and with each delicate lick and suck, her body trembled with an almost imperceptible shiver.

Meanwhile, Asahi’s’s nipples had grown so taut they seemed to be straining against the fabric of her shirt, their hardness almost palpable. They looked almost painful, as if they were begging to be freed from their confines.

I stole a quick glance at her eyes, expecting to see a flicker of fear or apprehension, but instead, I was met with a warm, gentle glow that seemed to emanate from the very depths of her soul.

A low, husky chuckle escaped my lips, and I couldn’t help but think that this world was nothing more than a fictional realm, a fantasy born of my own desires and imagination. “ ... Ha.” The sound was barely audible, but it seemed to speak volumes about the surreal nature of our encounter.

In the realm of reality, it was unfathomable to think that a woman would genuinely feel a thrill of excitement as a stranger, exuding an aura of menace, fondled her breasts and lavished her neck with lascivious licks. The notion was utterly absurd.

With a calculated deliberation, I spoke in hushed tones, my words dripping with an air of malice, “I’m going to remove the hand that’s been silencing you. Don’t even think about screaming or making a scene. We’re in a residential area, and no one will come to your rescue. Any attempts to escape would be futile, and might just seal your fate.”

A muffled sound escaped her lips, “Mmmph.”

Her head bobbed up and down, a faint nod of acquiescence.

With a deliberate slowness, I wrapped my left hand around her left breast, squeezing it with a firm, unyielding grip. Her body tensed, and a stifled moan escaped her lips, “Mmm...!”