Chapter 6 Kneading*

Chapter 6

"Yes, I am," she murmured, stepping closer and tracing her finger down Lucien's chest. "But what about you?"

Lucien swallowed hard at her question, feeling a tantalizing jolt within him as he noticed Aleena's perky nipple subtly visible through the fabric of her apron. Despite his distraction, he managed to respond with a low, husky, "Yeah."

"Great, then let's get ready to fold," she said softly, gliding her finger along his cheek as she walked by.

Realizing the direction of her intentions, Lucien couldn't help but smile to himself, thrilled that this opportunity had presented itself earlier than he anticipated. Determined not to let it slip away, he moved to stand behind Aleena, watching her blend the ingredients while her backside swayed enticingly just inches away.

"So, how long have you been making these bread, Aleena?" Lucien asked, feeling just standing there might paint him as a creep while she worked, so he attempted to strike up a conversation.

Aleena, bending slightly as she mixed the ingredients, turned her head to glance at him. Noting how he awkwardly shifted between stepping forward and back behind her, she couldn't help but smirk. Then, playfully, she pushed her rear back toward him as she answered, "Perhaps about four or five years. I've turned it into a hobby ever since I've been alone in this house while Gilbert focuses on protecting the village and ensuring our survival."

Meanwhile, Lucien felt Aleena's rear hovering teasingly close to him, muffling a groan as his arousal intensified. This was his first experience of such sensations; Aleena, focusing ahead again, was working with the flour, her movements causing a slow grind against him that appeared unintentional.

For a moment, Lucien stood there, his arousal throbbing fiercely, eager for more attention, as if it might burst through the fabric of his clothing. Just then, Aleena spoke up, "Alright, Mister, it's your turn to knead this bad boy." Looking up, he saw her hand resting against the stone counter, her back arched invitingly, her rear still brushing against him.

"Y-Yeah, absolutely," Lucien stammered, attempting to step back to give her space. But Aleena lingered, keeping her gaze on him. Noticing his innocent stare, she smiled mischievously and asked, "This is your first time, right?"

"What?" Lucien jumped at the question, prompting Aleena's smile to morph into a knowing smirk. "I mean making bread, silly," she clarified, extending her hand to rest on his bare chest.

"Oh… bread, yes, it's my first time." Lucien sighed in relief; the question was about baking and not something else. Yet Aleena's tone quickly drew him back, "That's why I need to keep a close eye on you, to make sure you don't make any mistakes—resources are scarce in the village, and we can't afford to waste them," she said playfully, looking at him in a way that Lucien found impossible to ignore.

"Alright, but if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me," Lucien replied, aware that her mention of scarce resources felt more like a facade for something else.

"I'll definitely let you know," she said with a smile, then redirected her focus back to making the bread, shifting her rear slightly for comfort.

With enough height and reach, Lucien now understood the unspoken interaction. He gently pushed himself forward, positioning himself against her while commencing the kneading process.

"You need to apply more pressure with your back, so your hand can work the dough properly," Aleena instructed after only a few seconds of his tentative kneading.

Struggling to concentrate, Lucien found the view before him overwhelming. As he thrust forward into the dough, Aleena responded in kind, causing her bosom to shift enticingly, as if nearly escaping her apron. He could already see quite a bit of it without trying too hard.

Unable to express his distractions to Aleena, he followed her instructions, applying more force as he kneaded the dough.

With each passing moment, he felt the heat from Aleena's body mixing with his, their bare skins touching and igniting sparks between them.

"Yes, just like that… push even harder..." Aleena continued to guide him while Lucien became lost in thoughts about what he should focus on.

"If it gets uncomfortable, just tell me, okay? I can adjust," she added.

Aleena soon began to rhythmically respond to Lucien's movements, her full rear swaying in synchronization with his thrusts as they worked together.

As the kneading progressed, the dough began to take shape, and Lucien felt his arousal intensifying, sensing that he was approaching a critical moment, one that would require him to confront certain desires.

Just then, his hands found their way to Aleena's soft rear, the fabric hiding her soft skin began to melt his hands in a strange feeling, for a moment her felt the desire to tear it apart and let his skin touch her; but knowing very well that was just plain stupidity, he stopped himself now not knowing what to do from here on, as the dough didn't need anymore of the kneading.

But just then her voice resonated in his ears, "Alright, it seems we need to let it rest now, before it loses all the fun and goes to waste."

Aleena, suddenly pushed her rear toward him, forcing lucien to take a few steps back, then bending back on the stone counter, she pushed her finger in the dough while swaying her rear in front of lucien who now stood a few inches distant from her.

"Though the results are still amateurish, but i think i can teach you to become a master at this." Aleena said, now slowly turning back toward lucien adjusting her lose apron, and her glistening skin in the sweat, her gaze slowly drifted toward the part which lucien was trying to hide now, despite making use of it earlier like crazy, "Ofcourse, that will happen only if you like it; but for now i think you should take a shower to cool down." she added with a smile that had hidden meanings.