Lia's grip on my wrists loosened, and my legs—still trembling from that insane, earth-shattering climax—gave out beneath me.
I crumpled to the floor, the cool hardwood a shock against my overheated skin.
My chest heaved, each breath a ragged gasp, and the nightgown clung to me, damp with sweat and something else I didn't want to name.
I felt like I'd been unraveled, my mind a jumbled mess of what the hell just happened and why did that feel so good.
She stood over me, her shadow falling across my sprawled form, and I looked up—dazed, disoriented—into those sharp green eyes glinting with satisfaction.
"Well," she said, her voice husky and teasing, "that was fun. But now it's my turn."
My brain stuttered.
Her turn?
I blinked, trying to process what she meant, my pulse still hammering in my ears.
Then she moved, her hands sliding to the waistband of her gym pants.
With a slow, deliberate tug, she peeled them down, the tight fabric rolling over her hips and thighs to reveal the panties beneath—black things, sheer and barely there, clinging to her curves like a whisper.
They were damp, a faint sheen catching the light, and she didn't hesitate, hooking her thumbs into the sides and sliding those down too.
The pants and panties pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of them, kicking them aside with a casual flick.
I stared, my mouth dry, my heart slamming against my ribs.
There she was—Lia, tall and glistening, her legs parted just enough to give me a full, unfiltered view.
Her pussy was right there, inches from my face, soft folds glistening with arousal, framed by a faint trim of blonde hair.
It was… hot.
Too hot.
My head spun, and for a split second, I forgot I wasn't Kevin anymore—not the guy I'd been an hour ago.
I was Kaori, stuck in this body, but that didn't stop the primal, dizzying rush that hit me as I looked at her.
"Lick it," she commanded, her voice low and firm, one hand resting on her hip while the other reached down to spread herself open wider, giving me no room to look away.
"Go on, princess. You owe me."
I should've said no.
Should've scrambled back, yelled, done something.
But my body was still buzzing, my skin flushed with heat, and the sight of her—so confident, so bare—short-circuited my brain.
I leaned forward, hesitant, my breath shaky as it brushed against her.
Then I licked—tentative at first, just the tip of my tongue grazing her clit.
She tasted sharp and sweet, a mix of sweat and something richer, and the heat of her against my lips sent a jolt through me I didn't expect.
"Ah~" Lia gasped, a soft, cute sound that caught me off guard—high and breathy, nothing like the smug tease she'd been a second ago.
Her hand slid into my hair, fingers tangling in the chestnut strands, guiding me closer.
"That's it," she murmured, her voice trembling now.
"Keep going."
I did.
I don't know why—maybe the heat still fogging my head, maybe the way her hips rocked slightly against me—but I licked again, bolder this time, tracing the length of her, tasting her fully.
Her clit was swollen, slick under my tongue, and I flicked it, experimenting, caught up in the way her breaths hitched into little moans.
She was loud now—gasps turning into whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair—and it spurred me on, my tongue working faster, circling, sucking lightly until her thighs quivered.
"Fuck—yes—" she panted, her voice breaking, and then she came undone.
Her hips bucked, a shudder running through her, and a rush of wetness hit my lips, my chin, drenching me as she climaxed.
I pulled back, startled, my face slick and warm, her taste lingering on my tongue.
She slumped slightly, one hand braced against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my face burning, my mind a chaotic blur of what did I just do and why am I still so hot.
Lia straightened, her smirk returning as she looked down at me, panting but nowhere near done.
"Not bad," she said, her voice rough with satisfaction.
"But it's not over yet."
I froze, my breath catching.
Not over?