Wait. Right. No bra? In this world? The realization hit me like a bolt of heavenly lightning, searing through my dazed mind.
My throat went dry, and a primal heat began to stir in my chest. My mouth, traitorous as ever, began to water.
I swallowed hard. This wasn't right. This was wrong. I mean, sure, my libido has skyrocketed ever since I transmigrated into this absurd world.
But drooling over a defenseless girl who had only come here to help me? Even for a bastard like me, it felt like crossing a line.
I tried to look away, but my eyes refused to obey. Her figure was like a perfectly crafted sculpture from a celestial artisan, the kind of form men would start wars over and poets would write endless verses for.
The rise and fall of her boobs with each peaceful breath was hypnotic, and the faint scent of jasmine seemed to drift from her, invading my senses like a drug.
"I need to wake her up… yeah, that's the right thing to do." I whispered to myself, though my legs refused to move.
Instead, I stood there like an idiot, a living statue basking in the glow of forbidden beauty.
My conscience nagged at me, but another, darker voice in my head whispered, "What harm could a little more appreciation do?"
A bead of sweat rolled down my temple as I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The struggle within me raged on, more intense than any cultivation battle I'd faced.
And yet, my eyes couldn't help but drink her in—a divine wine far too intoxicating for a mortal to resist.
A droplet of sweat glistened on her collarbone, trailing downward like a stream flowing toward the valley of her boobs and—
"Stop it!" I shook my head violently, smacking my cheeks to clear my thoughts. My actions broke the spell, and I forced my gaze toward the ground, as though staring at the wooden floorboards could absolve me of my sins.
But the image of her—unbidden, alluring, and utterly irresistible—remained burned into my mind like an engraving on jade.
I want to fuck her.
A faint, honeyed murmur broke the stillness of the room. "Mmmnn..." Viashra stirred from her sleep, her voice dripping with sweetness, like the last drop of nectar teasing the edge of a flower.
My heart skipped a beat. Shit, she's awake. Panicking, I snatched up the book beside me and buried my face in it, pretending to read.
Too late. Her half-lidded eyes, as clear and sharp as moonlit pools, caught mine—lingering where they shouldn't have been.
Her lips curved into a knowing grin, a smirk that could melt ice and light a fire all at once. Her gaze carried the pride of a tigress cornering her prey.
"Did you enjoy the view, young master?" she teased, her delicate fingers sliding over the book, pushing it down with a slow, deliberate motion.
I froze as her face leaned closer, her warm breath brushing my cheeks. Her hair fell in soft waves, framing her flushed complexion as if the morning sun itself had kissed her awake.
"W-what?" I stammered, my eyes darting anywhere but to her boobs. "I liked the book," I added quickly, feeling my ears burn.
Her amused laugh filled the air, light and musical, yet somehow predatory. Her cheeks lifted as she chuckled, her sharp eyes studying my every flustered movement.
"Pfft! Do you want to touch them?"
"T-touch what?" I asked, feigning innocence.
Her smile grew wider, and she puffed out her breasts, the thin fabric of her robe doing little to hide the soft, round mounds beneath.
They bounced ever so slightly with the motion, like ripe peaches swaying in the breeze.
"If you play dumb now, you'll never get another chance, young master." Her voice dropped into a seductive purr, her wide eyes sparkling with mischief as her cheeks turned the soft pink of cherry blossoms.
I swallowed hard, feeling a bead of sweat roll down my temple. My hand, shaky and unsure, betrayed me. Slowly, almost reverently, I extended a single finger toward her breasts.
As my fingertip brushed the warm, dewy skin, it sank into the plush flesh, soft and yielding like freshly kneaded dough.
The faint scent of her sweat mixed with a floral fragrance, and my mind spun. Fucking hell, they're so soft and big. The boobs of the girls I fucked can't compare to her.
It felt like pressing into a pillow made from clouds, with just enough resistance to remind me it was real.
Viashra let out a soft hum, her lashes fluttering. "Mmn…" she whispered, her voice laced with satisfaction.
I could feel her gaze on me, playful and unrelenting, as I withdrew my finger—only to fight the urge to touch her again. Something in my mind screamed for more.
I want to grab them. I want to bury my face in them. I want to lick…eat—
"Is that all you've got? Are you satisfied with just this little touch?" Viashra asked, her sultry voice laced with a challenge as her gaze flitted to my finger lightly pressing against her soft, rounded boobs.
Of course not. If none of this had started, I could have walked away unscathed. But now that the flames have been stoked, there's no way I'm backing down. What kind of man retreats when the battlefield beckons?
It's time to show my skills.
With a surge of determination, I let my fingers mold against her. My right hand cupped the fullness of her boobs, the weight warm and yielding.
"Ahh—!" she gasped, the sound slipping out like a sweet melody from trembling strings. Her moan was light and high, like the chiming of delicate bells, drawing me further into the moment.
Her skin glistened faintly under the flickering lanterns of the cramped library, the faint sheen of sweat acting like a silken lubricant beneath my touch.
The air hung heavy, a mix of aged parchment and the intoxicating scent of her body heat mingling into something primal.
My palm moved with purpose, tracing circles, each movement deliberate as I took in her every reaction, before finally honing in on the real target.
Her nipples.
When my fingers grazed her stiffened nipples, poking defiantly through her thin dress, she trembled.
Jolt!
"Mnn... aah!" The sounds of her pleasure were intoxicating, a siren's call pulling me deeper into this moment.
Twitch!
Her nipples felt like tender buds nestled within soft dough, taut and responsive as I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. Rub! Rub!
"Hss... haa! It hurts..." her words melted into breathless moans, a symphony of submission and vulnerability. I glanced up from my focus on her body to take in her face.
What greeted me was a masterpiece of raw, unguarded desire.
Pant! Huff!
Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her lips parted and trembling as she fought for breath.
Her once-teasing, confident demeanor was now a crumbling facade, replaced with gasps and groans that echoed in the silent, shadowed space around us. "Hughhn..."
Her eyes, half-lidded and hazy with pleasure, met mine—a mixture of confusion and yearning swirling within them.
This wasn't what I expected. With her seductive tone and knowing glances, I had assumed she was well-versed in these games.
I'd even wondered if the body I now inhabited had shared such intimacies with her before. But judging from her unguarded reactions, her innocence was far more intact than I had imagined.
Tch, I was not jealous, I told myself, though a strange satisfaction bloomed in my chest at being her first.
But then, her voice broke through my thoughts.
"W-why did you stop, young master?" Viashra's tone was tinged with impatience, her brows furrowed slightly as she leaned closer, her boobs heaving with her rapid breaths.
Her lips trembled, still wet from biting back her sounds, and her eyes held a glint of desperation, pleading for me to continue.
She wasn't playing coy—her need was real, raw, and utterly genuine. I saw Viashra not as the teasing vixen she presented herself to be, but as a woman consumed by the heat of the moment.
Her impatience was the spark that reignited my resolve.
"Don't worry," I murmured, leaning closer until our breaths mingled in the charged air. "We're just getting started."
My hand moved behind Viashra's head, gently trailing through her silken hair, each strand like the finest threads of moonlight.
Slowly, I pulled her closer, my fingers grazing the nape of her slender neck, where her pulse thrummed faintly beneath my touch.
Her eyes met mine, twin galaxies shimmering with a depth that seemed to pull my very soul into their orbit. Her breath, warm and laced with a hint of sweetness, caressed my lips, making my heart pound erratically.
My lips inched closer to hers, as if drawn by an invisible force.
Kiss!
The softest peck graced her upper lip, a fleeting touch that left a trace of warmth behind. I pulled back slightly, just enough to catch her expression.
Her cheeks, a delicate shade of crimson, glowed under the waning light. She tilted her head upward, her lips parting slightly, her eyes half-lidded and brimming with an unspoken plea.
"Hhmn," she murmured softly, the sound wrapping around me like silk, teasing me, daring me to go further.
A shiver coursed down my spine. "She's killing me," I thought, swallowing hard. It felt like my first time, though my past life as a debauched scoundrel was far from innocent.
Yet, there was something different now—something raw and electric. Perhaps it was this body's untainted state or...
Her lips, flushed and slightly swollen, seemed to glisten in the light, as if inviting me to taste them again.
Her eyes sparkled mischievously, and yet, they held an allure so potent, it was as if I could see her most intimate secrets reflected in their depths.
My throat dried, and I couldn't help but think, Even her gaze feels more sinful than anything I've ever done.
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#R18warning: sexual content in Next chapter.