The delicate curve of her inner thighs, with warm caramel skin, became increasingly visible as the fabric ascended.
Gon's eyes were fixated, taking in every detail, from the soft swell of her lower lips to the tiny hint of her pearl that peeking out.
The slight sheen of moisture glistening on her indicated her arousal, telling Gon that she was as affected by this moment as he was.
Unable to contain himself, Gon reached out and drew her into a tight embrace. Hana gasped in surprise, her body pressed against his.
Holding her close, he whispered into her ear, "Hana, you don't have to force yourself to do all this."
She hugged him back, her body moulding into his.
"It's allright Gon, if it's for you", she murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and desire. "Don't you like it?"
Gon looked deep into her eyes. "Of course I like it, but where did you get the idea to do something like this?"
