CHAPTER 120: BUT THAT’S HOW DOG’S DO IT...

Yelena could hardly breathe. Her lungs felt heavy, her chest tight, as Mika’s words pressed in on her from every direction.

She had faced monsters before, hordes of the undead, grotesque abominations that clawed at her armor, but somehow this?...This was worse.

This was more terrifying. Not because of blood or violence, but because every filthy word coming out of Mika’s mouth dug deep into places inside of her she didn’t want to acknowledge. Her mind was a haze, a swirl of shame and unbearable heat.

Yet even in that fog, one question gnawed at her, refusing to let her go. So even when she could feel him tugging at her underwear, sliding the thin fabric deeper into her cheeks, spreading her in ways that made her tremble, her lips moved almost on their own as she asked, voice faint and trembling,

"Mika...I understand that you had those thoughts back then...in the past, when you were younger. You had such d-dirty thoughts about my body..."

She swallowed, her eyes flicking down in shame before forcing herself to meet his gaze again. Her voice cracked when she added,

"...But is it still the same?"

She bit her lip hard, trying to control the shaking in her voice.

"I mean what you said earlier is true...I really have gotten softer. Plumper in places. Even my butt isn’t as firm as it used to be. I’ve gained pounds, Mika...my body is different now and I want to know if you still desire me right now."

Her hand twitched nervously, brushing down her hip, almost as though she were ashamed to present herself to him. Then, panicking at her own words, she quickly added,

"...I-I mean not me, of course. Not me as a person. Just my body. I’m asking about my body, not...not myself."

Her heart hammered as she waited for his answer. The silence stretched, and it was unbearable.

What if he said no? What if all this time he had been lying to comfort her? What if, in truth, he looked at her body now with quiet disappointment?

That thought alone made her want to curl up and disappear.

Finally, Mika sighed, tilting his head as though giving her question real thought. His hands squeezed her ass more tenderly, his thumbs pressing deep into her flesh, testing, exploring.

"It’s true." He said at last. His voice was calm, almost cynical, but his grip was anything but. "Your body has gotten softer. Bigger. Look..."

He demonstrated by digging his fingers into her ass, sinking so deep into the plushness that her flesh swallowed his hand. She let out a small, broken whimper at the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Back then I wouldn’t have been able to do this so easily. Your body would’ve fought back, firm, tight, resisting...Now?" He kneaded harder, making her thighs twitch. "Now it’s like a cloud. Like it’s made of water. My hand sinks right in."

Yelena’s eyes widened, shimmering with moisture.

That...that sounded like rejection. That sounded like him saying she was worse now. Useless.

Her chest clenched painfully, her lips trembling as she struggled not to let tears spill.

All those praises he’d just given, all the warmth she’d felt, washed away in an instant like cold water thrown in her face. She felt abandoned, pitiful, like a mutt left out in the rain. She wanted to turn away, to crawl back into bed and hide until this humiliation left her.

But before despair could fully take root, Mika’s voice softened into a chuckle. "But that was just young Mika speaking."

Her breath hitched, her gaze snapping back to him in confusion.

"Back then I was an idiot." He smirked knowingly. "A boy still learning. I thought the ’perfect’ body was only the tightest one, the most toned, the most flawless shape. I didn’t know anything. I didn’t know how to appreciate real beauty. Real softness. I didn’t know what made an ass truly perfect."

Her eyes blinked wide, stunned, as his words sunk in.

"It was only later, after experience, that I realized how wrong I was. That I understood what a real, perfect ass was. What a real body should feel like. And it changed everything for me."

Yelena blinked at him, stunned. Then, as his words sank in, her cheeks flushed, and her body trembled all over again.

"...Experience...?" She whispered.

"What experience? Tell me, Mika. Please."

Her desperation betrayed her, and before she realized it, she had smothered his face into her breasts, holding him there as if clinging for dear life. Her voice was soft, pleading,

"What did you learn? What happened that changed your mind? Was it something good? Did it make you look at...at me...differently?"

He pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, grinning.

"Well, that experience involved me and another girl." He said casually. "It was quite intimate. You sure you won’t get jealous?" His smirk widened as he teased. "Or accuse her of trying to steal me away from you?"

Her heart jolted at the words "another girl." For a split second, a sharp pang stung her chest, something ugly and green and possessive. But she crushed it down immediately, shaking her head frantically.

"N-No! I don’t care about that! I just want to know, Mika. I don’t care about her. I only want to know what you learned. What changed."

He studied her for a moment, clearly amused at her eagerness, before sighing in mock defeat.

"Alright then. I’ll tell you a story. Back in school, there was this girl. She came over to my place one day, just to study. Homework, nothing more. But one thing led to another, and...we ended up on the bed."

Yelena’s eyes widened in shock. Her hands tightened around him, almost crushing him into her chest.

"On...the bed...? Mika, you mean...you mean you two—" She couldn’t even say the word, her voice breaking off in mortified disbelief.

He smirked, shameless. "Yes, Yelena. We fucked."

Her whole body jolted. The bluntness of the word, so raw and crude, made her choke on air.

"F-F-Fucked...?" She stammered, her face redder than fire, her thighs unconsciously rubbing together in panic and something else she couldn’t admit.

"Of course." He went on smoothly, as though talking about the weather. "We went crazy. I was pounding her so hard the bed was shaking."

Her ears burned red. Her legs squeezed against him involuntarily, heat pooling low in her lower body in ways she didn’t understand. She wanted to cover her ears, but instead she clutched him tighter, trembling, because she needed to hear more.

"W-What happened then? What exactly happened that changed your opinion?" She whispered, her voice unsteady but urgent.

Mika’s grin widened, his eyes dark with memory.

"Well, as one would normally do, we tried everything. Front, side, her on top, me on top...and then finally, from behind..."

His hand slid down and gripped her waist, tugging her into position. Her breath caught.

"...She was on all fours, ass up, just like this..."

His hands tightened possessively around her waist, pulling her toward him as if to mimic the scene.

"I then got behind her, pressed myself right at her pussy, and in one slam, I was inside her. Bang! Holding her waist, pulling her back into me, over and over. Ramming her like an animal."

He demonstrated by jerking her body toward him roughly, just enough to make her gasp.

Her voice cracked as she whimpered.

"M-Mika...that sounds like...like how dogs do it."

"That’s exactly right. "He chuckled darkly. "The position is called doggy style. It looks like what animals do. But Yelena..." His eyes gleamed with mischief. "...humans are animals too. And when you take a woman like that, from behind...it feels primal. It feels real. Like instinct. Like going back to the raw core of desire."

Yelena could hardly believe what she was hearing.

She had lived so many more years than Mika, raised him, guided him, scolded him, and yet here he was casually recounting things about sex that she didn’t even know existed.

Positions, sensations, details about the way flesh moved, the way sound alone could intoxicate someone, every word left her both mortified and spellbound.

She felt painfully aware that she was supposed to be the older, wiser one here, but instead she was being educated by the very boy she’d nurtured since childhood.

That thought alone made her cheeks burn hotter than the room already had...