touchy touch

"Why? Are you not satisfied yet?" And unexpectedly, Salvia nodded her head, silently he

snorted while shaking his head, guessing what kind of girl his older stepsister's step daughter could be. Because when you think about her, she is really brave and so good at teasing.

"I didn't expect that squeezing my uncle's hand would feel so nice. If I had known, I would have asked for it these past few days,"

"Who else has squeezed your?" he asked, not intending to belittle her, just wanting to make sure he understood correctly.

"Only you and me. I do enjoy massaging my own, besides helping with its growth, it just feels good to touch it, especially now that it's fuller. Ahhh, uncle..." her trailed off, sighed deeply as he intentionally resumed giving "Would you let another man touch them?"

"Depends on," Salvia shrugged briefly, adjusting her uniform as she remembered that the car she was in had now stopped in front of her school.

"If you don't want to do it, maybe I'll ask another man. Because now that I know a man's hand's touch feels better than my own, I can't resist asking someone else for that pleasure again," she added, trying to appear nonchalant. Of course, she wasn't serious with her words. She wasn't that easy. Salvia just wanted to gauge his response. And it seemed her plan worked, as now the mature man's face hardened with a hint of anger. Especially Devan's next move.

"Never even think about letting another man touch them," he said, almost in a whisper as he pulled away his lips on her.

"From now on, they're mine."

he added, giving a squeeze to Salvia's chest harder. "Only me allowed to touch them,"

His tone sounded possessive, and inwardly, she cheered triumphantly. She was happy because she finally managed to conquer him, even if it was her chest that was the reason. It didn't matter, she was confident that she could also capture his heart.

Here's an American version of the passage:

"Uncle, are you still at the office?" Salvia asked as Devan answered the phone.

"Yeah," he replied indifferently.

She pursed her lips upon hearing his casual response. Just this morning, his possessive attitude had lingered fresh in her mind. It was as if he claimed her as his own. But hearing his curt answer just now, she wasn't sure if he even remembered it.

She was annoyed, and she really wanted to drown that guy among her breasts.

"Uncle, you didn't plan to pick me up, huh? You didn't forget that I came with you this morning, did you? My bike is still at the repair shop!" She was somewhat irritated. Despite there being plenty of other vehicles to take her home, she still wanted him to be the one to pick her up. That guy needed to take responsibility. His actions this morning had managed to disturb her peace.

His touch had a big impact, and throughout the lesson She couldn't focus, her mind kept focusing on Devann. She longed for his touch again.

"Don't blame her for demanding that guy pick her up.

"I thought you were going home with your friends. Besides, how would I know what time you're coming home? Lately, you've been coming and going as you please."

It was a jab, Salvia knew it. But she had no intention of responding, just a small huff before she reiterated her reason for contacting him.

Afterwards, her smile was etched on her face when her uncle agreed to pick her up.

"Don't take too long, Uncle."

"Okay. Wait there, don't go anywhere. I'll be there in less than twenty minutes."

"Alright. See you, Uncle. Take care on the road."

And all he gave in response was a sigh, followed by the call being cut off.

Salvia, who was still in the school yard, walked towards the now empty bus stop, as most students had already gone home. This left only those who hadn't found a ride yet.

Before the school actually ended, Salvia had already been offered a ride home by her friends, but she declined, saying her uncle would pick her up.

Luckily, Devan didn't mind picking her up, which made Salvia happy. Besides getting to ride in the car with her crush, she also had the chance to experience the morning touch by him.

This time, Salvia was sure Devan wouldn't need her to tease him. She wouldn't pretend to be tough like before. Because he had already promised to squeeze her breast anytime as she requested.

.And don't blame her if she desires that at every opportunity, like what he said on the phone earlier. The man would arrive in less than twenty minutes, and she, who had been staring at her watch incessantly since then, immediately smiled upon seeing her uncle arrive on time. And as a reward, she gave the grown man a little peck on the lip."Such a habit!" Devan snorted, narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

It wasn't that he disliked her kisses; he was annoyed by her sudden actions. If she had done it without surprising him, maybe he would have liked it more.

Salvia simply flashed her pretty grin, then quickly fastened her seatbelt to avoid keeping him longer in stopping his car and blocking other vehicles passing by the road.

"After this, are you going back to the office again?" she asked back, gazing at him.

"Why, do you ask?" he countered, looking at her.

"I want to do this again," Salvia pointed to her own chest with both hands, showing Devan what she wanted.

Salvia's straightforward request caught him off guard, and he widened his eyes in surprise. But in the next moment, he shook his head, unsure whether to be angry or simply amazed at the teenage girl next to him."Are you serious about wanting me to keep playing with them,"Want me squeezed it?" Salvia nodded without a hint of hesitation.

"What if I go too far? You know the consequences of that touch, right?"