Dyon and Ri burst into a fit of laughter that descended into a deep kiss. Who knows when Ri turned around and planted her soft lips on his? At least Dyon didn't have the mind to care.
Dyon's hands couldn't help but firmly grasp her pert bottom, wantonly kneading them in his hands as though he wanted to forever soak the feeling into his palms.
Ri's small tongue invaded his lips, falling into his embrace and allowing him to do as he pleased.
Suddenly, a spatial rift opened right beside the couple. But, despite the situation, they didn't seem surprised.
The culprit didn't even speak any words, just directly pouncing on Dyon from the side.
Dyon chuckled, wrapping his arm around culprit's waist as well. Except unlike as he had done for Ri, he pinched her bottom firmly, following with a smack that resounded through the air and made the beauty shiver with pain and excitement. Dyon couldn't help but relish in the rebounding elasticity.
