CHAPTER 46: IT FEELS SO WET

Their gazes didn’t break... locked, burning, as though some secret passed silently between them.

No words were needed.

Eran’s hand, still resting against her chest, shifted, slow, deliberate.

He brushed softly, just enough for her breath to catch, her body giving the faintest tremor in response.

Her violet eyes widened, yet she didn’t pull away.

The room felt smaller now, quieter.

His fingers traced slow, deliberate lines against the fabric, gliding so smoothly over her robe that it nearly slipped from the way it moved under his touch.

Her breath hitched again, lips parting soundlessly as the sensation curled down her spine.

A faint heat spread from where he touched, threatening to swallow her whole.

Still, her gaze never left his.

Not even when her body betrayed her with that soft, shuddering exhale.

Eran only smiled faintly, his movement unhurried, as if testing her, daring her to stop him.

His gaze dipped for the briefest second and caught it.

The sharp outline beneath her blouse, nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric, almost begging for attention.

When his eyes returned to hers, his voice was low, warm and teasing, but steady.

"You’re already so hard, Miyu... the heat is that much, huh?"

Her breath shuddered, and he didn’t miss the faint tremor in her knees.

His gaze drifted lower, slow and deliberate, tracing the curve of her body until it landed on the faint sheen glistening along the inside of her thigh.

A thin line of sweat, or maybe not just sweat... slid downward, catching the light.

His eyes climbed back up, and the faintest smirk curved his lips.

Miyu’s lips parted for a moment, her face flushed crimson, but she didn’t look away.

Her voice came softer, almost a whisper, like confessing something she could no longer keep in.

"See... it’s so wet," she said, her tone trembling but thick with heat.

"You make me like this. I... I couldn’t resist either."

The moment hung heavy between them, hotter than the air itself, her chest rising and falling like she had just surrendered a secret she’d been holding for too long.

Eran didn’t speak this time.

He only let his hand move, slow and deliberate as if testing her patience.

His fingers traced lower, brushing just along the inside of her thigh.

The faint trail of moisture glistened against her skin, and he followed it upward with the lightest touch, the tip of his finger sliding over it as though erasing it from her body.

Miyu’s breath hitched instantly from the sudden contact, sharp and uneven. Her legs stiffened but didn’t close, she let him.

The line he traced carried his hand higher, until the tips of his fingers brushed against the edge of her short skirt.

Eran’s gaze never left her face as his hand slowly slipped beneath the fabric.

The heat that met him there was enough to make his own pulse quicken, her thighs soft and trembling against his touch.

Her lips parted, and a slow exhale escaped her, followed by a breathy, unguarded sound, almost a moan... as if she couldn’t hold it back.

Her breath quivered as she bit her lower lip, the faintest sound catching in her throat... As her fingers gripped Eran’s arm, tighter this time, not to stop him, but to steady herself, and her legs parted just slightly, almost instinctively, giving him more room, more permission.

Their eyes met.

Eran held her gaze as if reading every thought she wasn’t saying aloud, then leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.

"It’s so hot beneath..." he whispered, his voice low enough to make her shiver.

Miyu didn’t answer with words.

Instead, she stepped into him, closing the distance completely until her full chest pressed against him.

The movement was slow and deliberate, like she wanted him to feel every inch of her against him, giving him exactly the posture, the invitation, that he needed.

Eran’s hand moved with slow deliberation this time, his fingers slipping under the loose edge of her robe.

He parted it completely, letting it fall away from her shoulders until it hung from her arms.

His other hand slid lower, trailing down her back until it found the curve of her ass beneath the edge of her mini skirt.

He cupped her there, the weight of her softness yeilding against his palm as his fingers slipped inside the hem.

And the subtle motion made Miyu’s breath catch, a tiny gasp breaking between them.

Her violet eyes glistened as she looked up at him, not shy, but burning... and whispered,

"Don’t stop."

The words were almost a plea, and Eran felt, her anticipation thrumming against him like a second heartbeat.

"So wet already" Eran’s reply came with a faint curve of his lips, a quiet smirk that made Miyu’s breath falter before she even felt him move.

But his hand shifted again... deliberately, leaving the curve of her ass only to dip lower beneath her skirt.

The fabric clung to her thighs, was barely holding the weight of what was hidden there.

And his fingers brushed against the thin line of her panties, tracing a slow path that dragged along her soaked heat, stopping just over her folds.

The sudden contact made Miyu’s breath shatter into a sharp, uncontrollable moan, her back arching hard against him as her body betrayed her even more.

Her robe slipped even lower from her arms as she clung to him, her glassy violet eyes desperate and wide.

Eran’s smile deepened as his gaze stayed locked on hers, savoring the way her lips parted wordlessly.

Without rushing, he let his finger slide back, trailing to the soft curve of her ass before teasing lazy circles over the thin fabric just above her most sensitive spot- ass hole.

His other hand slid, spreading her gently, just enough for him to feel the tension there as he kept tracing deliberate circles, watching her squirm at the sensation.

Another moan slipped past Miyu’s lips, sharper this time, her mouth parted helplessly under his gaze.

Her chest heaved, and with a shuddering sigh, she managed to whisper...

"Y-you... you love teasing...!"

Her words melted into another breathy sound,

"I... I can’t hold back any longer..."

Eran’s smirk deepened, quiet but unmistakable, his gaze lingering on her as though savoring the sight of her unraveling.

She swallowed hard this time, her violet eyes shimmering as she reached for him, not with hesitation this time, but need.

Her fingers closed around his wrist, soft but insistent, and with a silent pull she turned, guiding him toward the bed.

Each step was slow and deliberate, her robe slipped off fully, sliding down her arms, and her thighs brushing together with every motion.

Eran followed in silence, his smirk never fading as he watched the way her hips moved ahead of him.

At the edge of the bed, Miyu turned to face him again, breath uneven, her gaze locking on his like a challenge.

Her lips parted slightly, as if giving him a sign... if he didn’t move, she would.