Citri showed Zemin her brightest smile—it shone even brighter than the piercings in her eyebrow and ears. Waiting no longer, she pranced toward Zemin and sat on the bed next to him.
He met her kiss with equal eagerness. This simple, physical joy was something so far away from Zemin's false memories that he could almost forget about them entirely. Forget being in the Memory Injector in the first place. Return to the time in the academy, where no one was risking their lives yet.
And Citri herself—she was always so bright and uncomplicated. No wonder she caught his eye from their first meeting.
"I've meant to invite you to the city. On a date," Zemin muttered between kisses. His hands trailed the curve of Citri's smooth hips up and down. "But then I never got to it… Things happened."
Citri's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was quickened. She lowered her eyelashes demurely and unfastened the buttons of Zemin's shirt as she spoke.
"Sounds great! Where would you invite me, exactly?"
It took a while for Zemin to respond, because Citri got her hand to the sides of his stomach.
"Aha-ha, stop, stop! It tickles, ha-ha-ha! H-how am I supposed to reply?!" He twisted around and grabbed the girl's shoulders, pressing her to the bed and falling on top. Before she tickled him more, Zemin pressed her hands above her head. "Hah… If you would promise to not tickle me, I will invite you to the garden to look at the flowers, Citri."
Citri blushed even more. "I love flowers."
"Because they are pretty?"
"Yes." She licked her lips and a hint of uncertainty appeared in her eyes. "Do you think that's shallow, Zemin? That I'm shallow?"
He blinked. The answer didn't come to his tongue—instead, all he could think is how tight his pants were becoming, and how hot the air in the room grew.
Zemin groaned. "You are not a pond, Citri…"
Without waiting for her reply, Zemin let go of her arms and tugged on the hem of her frilly dress. Citri didn't resist being undressed—she was too busy laughing over Zemin's response.
She was wearing nothing at all underneath the dress. After discovering this, for several seconds Zemin just stared at her nude form, tracing all the hills and valleys of Citri's body with his eyes like a person admiring a work of art.
Her breasts were on the smaller side, but round and perky, and topped with nipples that were just as pink as Citri's hair. Flat stomach with a hint of abs under the silky skin led to the smoothly shaved triangle between her legs—but the rest was hidden from Zemin by the angle he was looking from.
Citri used this time to pull off Zemin's shirt fully, run her fingers over his chest—this time not to tickle, but to make his blood run hot—and tug on the belt of his pants.
"Come on. That goes off, too!"
She didn't need to ask twice. Zemin sat on the edge of the bed and quickly removed the rest of his clothing, until he was left only in his underwear, which did very little to hide the shape of the bulge straining his pants.
Citri sat next to him and reached out for the hem of Zemin's underwear, licking her lips in anticipation. "Oh, I will finally find out if your hair down there is just as pretty as on your bigger head, Zemin!"
"No, wait." Zemin put her hands away. He was itching to let his cock free, but the constraints helped him focus on things he wanted more. "Let me do something first, Citri. I promised to warm up your legs, right? Lie down."
She raised her eyebrows curiously, but obeyed, stretching out her legs and playfully wiggling her toes.
Zemin kneeled on the floor next to the bed and took one beautiful foot in his hands. The sole was a bit dusty from walking barefoot, but besides that, was perfectly clear and smelled of water and soap.
Zemin took it in his hands and breathed hotly on the roof of her foot, then pressed a kiss to the same spot.
Citri giggled, covering her mouth with a hand. "You like my feet so much?"
"I guess so."
Zemin let his desires guide him, and they made him trail more kisses over Citri's foot.
"Ah! That's…" Citri shuddered, then let out a long breath. "I didn't know these spots can be so… sensitive."
Zemin smiled and worked with more enthusiasm, listening to Citri's responding hitches of breath and moans. He trailed caresses higher and higher until he reached her knee, then switched legs and started all over again.
"Zemiiiin," Citri moaned after he pressed a wet kiss into a sensitive spot on the inner side of her knee. "Stop teasing meeee, you cruel man, or I'm going to explode! Come on, get here!"
She lifted her other leg, opening her cunt in invitation. Even from a distance, Zemin could see how glistening wet and swollen with blood it was.
He swallowed the saliva in his mouth and stood up. His underwear flew off him so fast that Zemin didn't see where it landed. Finally, he climbed into Citri's inviting arms and sunk his "sword" into her warm "sheath".
They moaned together. Thrills of pleasure shot through Zemin's spine, making him pull back and thrust again, harder.
"Yes, oh yes! This is so goooood! Oh, my god!" Citri moaned, clutching the pillow with both hands.
Her face showed an absolute lack of coherent thought, but she still lifted her hips to meet Zemin's thrusts.
Zemin was in Heaven, and Heaven was tight, hot and bright. He gripped Citri's thighs, pushing into her with even more strength.
The sound of skin slapping skin almost drowned out the sound of the opening door.
Zemin turned his head towards it and froze. He saw Adia stepping inside, dressed only in an oversized T-shirt which, he knew, served as her pajamas. It covered her hips, but just barely.
They stared at each other like two deer caught in headlights.
Adia spoke first.
"Damn. It seems I was late for the party."