CHAPTER 58: SENSUAL SHOWER. (1) (R18)

Ren stood calmly by the edge of his dorm bed. His silver hair clung to his forehead, no longer damp with the sweat of battle.

His clothes were torn and stained with the crimson of his own blood and that of his opponent.

Lia’s gaze lingered on his bruised form, her emerald eyes filled with concern and embarrassment.

Her cheeks were colored a rosy pink, making her look even more gorgeous.

Ren had never seen anyone as adorable as she was at that moment, especially when she leaned in closer, her voluptuous body pressing against him.

With a smirk that hinted at the mischief brewing in her mind, she playfully poked his chest. "You know, for someone who just got their butt kicked, you’re pretty confident right now."

Her words danced with a teasing lilt, and she couldn’t help but admire the way the muscles beneath his torn shirt rippled in response to her touch.

Ren’s eyes met hers, a spark of amusement flickering in his gaze. He reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, his voice steady and unbothered.

"It’s all just part of the process, Lia." He paused, his eyes trailing down the curves of her body.

"But maybe we could both use a little...cooling down." The implication was clear, and the air grew thick with tension.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t pull away from his touch. Instead, she playfully swiped at his hand, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Is that an invitation?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.

Ren grinned, the tension between them palpable. "What do you think?"

Lia’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She leaned in closer, "I think," she whispered, her emerald eyes sending shivers down his spine, "you’re full of surprises."

With that, she pushed herself off the bed, the motion causing her ample breasts to bounce ever so slightly.

Ren’s gaze followed her as she swayed towards the bathroom door, the curve of her hips drawing his eyes like a magnet.

She looked over her shoulder at him, a playful smile playing on her lips, and then she disappeared into the steamy room.

Victory! Success at last!

He took a moment to appreciate the view, his heart racing from more than just the battle’s aftermath.

Then, with a deep breath and eager hands, he stood, peeling off his bloodstained shirt and tossing it aside.

The wounds from the fight were already beginning to heal, a testament to his newfound abilities.

He walked to the bathroom, his muscles flexing with each step, his bare chest gleaming in the soft light.

As he entered the steaming threshold, the vision of Lia slowly removing her clothes unfolded before him.

Her fingers danced along the fabric of her clothes, inching it upward, revealing the creamy expanse of her stomach.

Each button on her dress was a tiny victory, revealing more of the sculpted curves that had haunted his dreams.

He felt his own body responding, the scientific part of his mind noting the physiological changes with detached curiosity while the rest of him was purely, undeniably male.

Her clothes fell away like a seductive striptease, each layer exposing more of her magnificent form.

Her breasts, large and full, bounced free from their confines, her nipples a dark, inviting rose. Her hips flared out dramatically, leading to long, shapely legs that seemed to go on forever.

Ren couldn’t help but stare, his eyes devouring every inch of her. He’d seen her like this before, but it never ceased to amaze him.

With a blush staining her cheeks, she turned to him, her eyes dropping to the bulge in his pants. "Your turn," she murmured, a hint of shyness in her voice.

Ren chuckled lowly, his own hands moving to the fastenings of his trousers. He pretended to struggle, feigned clumsiness, watching as Lia’s eyes grew wide with anticipation.

Finally, he gave a dramatic sigh and held out the waistband. "Could you help me with this?"

Her eyes lit up with mirth, and she stepped closer, reaching for his belt. The air crackled with the electricity between them as her fingers brushed his skin.

She deftly unhooked the clasp, and he took the opportunity to pull her against him, their bodies melding together.

He claimed her mouth in a kiss that was as much a declaration as it was a question. Her body melted into his, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with an eagerness that made his head spin.

Their kiss grew more passionate, their tongues dancing together in a silent symphony of desire.

His hands roamed over her bare skin, exploring every curve and valley, while hers gripped the firm muscles of his back.

The steam from the shower enveloped them, turning the small bathroom into their own private sanctuary of heat and want.

As they kissed, they shucked off the last of his clothing, the fabric pooling at his feet like discarded armor.

Lia’s hand slid down his body, her fingertips brushing against his growing erection, sending foreign sensations crashing through him.

He groaned into her mouth, his grip on her hips tightening as he ground against her.

Her touch was electric, igniting a passion within him that was both primal and profoundly scientific.

He could feel his body responding, his cock thickening and lengthening as blood rushed to it.

The sensation was as familiar to him as the laws of physics, yet as thrilling as discovering a new element.

He took her hand and guided it to the base of his shaft, watching her eyes widen with surprise and curiosity.

Her touch grew bolder, her grip firmer as she wrapped her soft fingers around his thick cock and stroked him from root to tip. He could see the excitement in her eyes.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths mingling in the thick, moist air. Ren’s hand roved over her body, cupping her full, soft breasts, teasing her nipples until they stood erect, begging for more attention.

He felt her body respond to his touch, her skin flushing and her breathing becoming erratic.

He marveled at the way her flesh yielded to his scientific exploration, the way her muscles quivered and her breath hitched when he applied just the right amount of pressure.

He slid his hand down her waist, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the way it transitioned from the softness of her stomach to the firmness of her hips.

When he reached her huge, round ass, he couldn’t resist giving it a gentle squeeze. Her moan of pleasure vibrated through him, spurring him on.

He caressed her plump cheeks, feeling their plushness, the way they filled his hand perfectly, deforming easily to his applied force.

Smack!

He gave her a playful smack, the sound echoing in the small room, and she responded by hugging him tighter, grinding her pelvis against his burgeoning erection.

Ren’s cock was raging at this point, pulsing with need, trapped between their bodies like a force of nature waiting to be unleashed.

He felt it press against her belly, a promise of what was to come, and she gasped into their kiss.

He took advantage of her distraction to wrap his other hand around her neck, his thumb resting gently on her pulse point.

The power of the gesture was not lost on her; it sent a thrill through her body, making her legs feel like jelly.

Her moan was music to his ears as he squeezed her ass again, kneading the soft flesh, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath the surface.

The smack of his hand against her skin resonated through the steamy air, echoing off the tiles and sending shockwaves of desire through both of them.

She hugged him closer, her breasts squishing against his chest as she arched her back, offering herself to him.

Ren chuckled, breaking the kiss and stepping back, his cock springing free and bobbing in the air, thick and heavy with need.

Lia’s eyes followed it, her gaze hungry. "Come on," he teased, "we really do have to clean up."

Her eyes snapped to his, and she pouted before lunging for his lips again. He laughed, catching her by the waist and spinning her around.

"After you," he said, his voice gruff with desire, and with that, they stumbled into the shower, their bodies slipping against each other on the wet tiles.

The hot water cascaded over them, washing away the sweat and the dust of battle. It beaded on their skin, tracing rivulets down their bodies to pool at their feet.

Ren watched as the water streamed over Lia’s curves, highlighting every sumptuous inch of her.

Her hair was a slick, black curtain that clung to her shoulders and back, framing her face like a painting of a siren from the old masters.

He couldn’t resist the urge to splash water at her face, his laughter echoing off the tiles. She squealed in surprise, her eyes flashing with mischief as she retaliated.

The water droplets glinted like jewels in her lashes as she leaned into the playful assault, her breasts bouncing with each giggle.

"You’re going to pay for that," she warned, her voice light and teasing, and before he could react, she grabbed the showerhead and directed the jet of water at his chest.

He gasped as the water hit his sensitive nipples, his cock jumping in response.

The chilly water was a stark contrast to the heat of their passion, sending a thrilling jolt through his body.

Ren retaliated, splashing water at her with his hands, watching as it droplets bounced off her soft, round breasts and trickled down her stomach to the dark triangle between her legs.

Lia squealed in delight, her eyes flashing emerald fire as she stepped closer, the water beating against their bodies.

The steam had thickened, wrapping around them like a lover’s embrace, making it difficult to see more than a few inches beyond their own forms.

It was a very sensual moment.