"Damn it," I muttered, my confusion growing by the second. I was utterly perplexed by the situation unfolding before me.
Seriously, what kind of twisted scenario was this? The very woman I considered the embodiment of evil was now kissing me, and I felt utterly powerless to put an end to it.
The taste of her lips was nothing short of intoxicating, making it incredibly difficult to resist.
To hell with resisting, an overwhelming urge surged within me to simply throw her onto the bed right at this moment.
"Do you hate it?" she interrupted our kiss, putting a bit of distance between us. A hint of embarrassment tinged her expression, adding an unexpectedly adorable quality to her demeanor.
Wait, Zyden, don't fall for this. It's her charisma at play. Keep your wits about you. Well in my case , Keep your dick in check!
Right, I reminded myself sternly. This is all part of the plan – getting close to her, not because I actually like her. It's been a calculated move from the start. I was clearly lying but who cares.
"I like it ," Without further hesitation, I leaned into her, the gap between us closing as my lips met hers once more.
In a twist of irony, I felt a mixture of disdain and attraction. Even as I tried to resist her, her undeniable beauty tugged at me. I had convinced myself that I disliked her, but the truth was, I was just a man with basic desires.
She clearly knew what she was doing, leading the way in our passionate kiss. It was funny – she was the one taking charge. While I was still a bit clumsy, her skilled guidance transformed me from a novice to a pro in no time.
Then she escalated things further, pushing me down onto the bed.
I hesitated momentarily, caught off guard. I had an urge to shout, "Wait, I'm not ready yet! Please be gentle." The embarrassment that came with that thought was almost laughable. But then I reconsidered. Acting that way would just make me seem like an inexperienced fool.
So I surrendered to her lead, allowing her to work her magic as she continued to kiss me while straddling me. It's almost surreal – I feel like I've become the female protagonist in a cheesy romance novel. And in this unexpected twist, she's playing the role of my unconventional prince, taking charge.
But deep down, I was surprisingly excited. She was taking these actions of her own accord.
As someone who's used to manipulating others with my powers, it's a new experience to be on the receiving end. Despite my conflicted feelings toward her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of flattery. It was a strange paradox – she seemed genuinely interested in me, even without any manipulation. It was a feeling I found both surprising and oddly satisfying.
"Do you want to do it?" Her whisper sent a shiver down my spine as she licked my earlobe, teasingly biting into it.
What an expert. My aunt truly knew how to rile up a man's dick. This was seduction at a whole new level – and I was completely defenseless against it. Sorry, system, but I've let you down. I could almost picture a fictional tear drop forming in my eyes, as if I were reproaching myself for succumbing to such pleasure.
As I remained silent, she took the initiative to undress, revealing her beautiful and curvy body to me. She wore a simple yet alluring black bra with a transparent floral pattern that accentuated her H-cup boobs. The design left little to the imagination, giving me a tantalizing glimpse even before the bra came off.
"Do you want to take it off ?" she teased me with her beautiful smile and soft voice.
Of course I wanted to take it off . I might not have experience in taking a woman's bra, but I watched enough video to know the secret .
I lifted my upper body while she remained on top of me, and I reached behind to unclasp her bra. An expected excitement surged through me, akin to the anticipation of unwrapping a long-awaited birthday present.
It was strange to think how I once resented my aunt for never giving me gifts, only to find that her "gift" now was herself. The wait was definitely worth it
CLICK.
Luck was on my side as I managed to unclasp the bra on my first attempt. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was fortunate that I had lost weight; my previous larger hands would have made this task much more challenging. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought – not that she would have been intimate with me back then anyway.
"Aren't you going to take off your clothes too?" she inquired, her fingers playfully tucking strands of hair behind her ear. I couldn't help but be taken aback – was this really my aunt? It felt more like an innocent college student, awkwardly navigating a new experience for the first time.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. With a wry grin, I began to undress as well .
As I removed my clothing, she surprised me by embracing me in a tight hug. I could feel the warmth of her soft boobs pressed against my body. It was a completely different sensation from anything I had experienced before.
She broke the hug and kissed me again, guiding my hands to gently touch her nipples. It was as if she wanted to savor every moment of this encounter, guiding my actions to match her desires.
"You can fondle them if you want ,"