CHAPTER 121: MAKE IT JIGGLE FOR ME

Mika, meanwhile, seemed completely at ease, almost enjoying how red she got with each new revelation. His voice dipped low, soft yet brimming with memory.

"It was during that time with her...that I realized something."

He leaned in, his breath tickling the hollow of her throat before nestling his face against her breasts, smothering himself there like he was drawing comfort from her softness.

"She was thicker than I was used to. Plumper everywhere. So soft, so cuddly...hugging her felt like hugging a warm pillow." He gave a soft chuckle, then murmured. "Almost like you, Yelena. You feel exactly like that right now."

Yelena let out a flustered giggle at his sudden affection, her hands instinctively stroking the back of his head as he nuzzled against her chest.

It was such a familiar gesture, the kind he’d done as a boy seeking comfort, yet now, layered with this heated atmosphere, it felt wholly different. Her heart fluttered in a way she didn’t want to acknowledge.

But just as quickly as he sank into her embrace, he pulled back. His gaze lifted, no longer innocent, but sharp and lustful, glimmering with mischief. The contrast made her shiver.

"And when I was driving into her from behind...I noticed something. Every time my hips slapped into her, her ass didn’t just bounce...It rippled."

"Waves, Yelena. Waves that started where I hit and rolled outward, flowing through every inch of her cheeks until they reached the edge....Small little tsunamis, spreading again and again. I’d never seen anything like it."

Yelena froze. Her lips parted but no words came out. The way he spoke, like he was describing a phenomenon, like he was awe-struck, made her chest tighten. He also wasn’t done.

"You see, the girls I’d been with before had firmer asses. Tight, compact. You hit them and it’s just...back and forth. Simple. That’s it."

He pushed his hands against her butt, moving her lightly as if to demonstrate.

"But hers...hers was different. Every slap sent her whole ass in motion. And it was beautiful. Like the flesh had a life of its own. And the sound it made, the way it clapped against me...Yelena, it was so hot it drove me insane."

"That’s when I realized. The perfect ass isn’t just firm...It’s soft. Jiggly. Fat enough to move like water under your touch. That’s the kind of ass I wanted."

Yelena’s lips trembled. She bit down on them, her eyes lowering as she tried to keep her composure. But the question slipped out anyway, quiet and dreamy, like she wasn’t even in control of her own tongue.

"T-Then...does that mean mine...is like that too, Mika? My ass...will it jiggle the same way hers did?"

Her cheeks burned with shame the moment the words left her, but she couldn’t take them back.

Mika’s lips curved into a knowing smile. He leaned back just enough to look at her properly before nodding without hesitation.

"Most naturally...I’ll even show you an example of the true power of your ass."

He said as his hand slid down, gripping the fullness of her ass. Then, almost casually, he lifted it slightly in his palm before letting it fall back into place.

Bounce! Jiggle!

The result was immediate. A ripple spread across her cheeks, a visible tremor that moved through her flesh in slow, sensual waves.

"See?" Mika’s eyes darkened in delight. "This...Exactly this. The way it moves like jelly. The splash, the rippling...Yelena, it’s like watching the ocean itself."

"...That’s what turned me on back then. That’s what made me so hard I lost control to the extent I fucked her until she passed out"

His voice dropped further, sultry and husky.

"And when she woke up again, I fucked her all over again...Because that sight, the waves of her ass shaking under me, was too much to stop."

Heat flooded Yelena’s face so violently it felt like steam might burst from her ears. That warmth she didn’t understand pulsed low in her crotch again, making her squirm unconsciously against his lap.

And Mika wasn’t finished. His hands squeezed tighter on her rear, molding it, lifting it, admiring it. Then he looked straight into her eyes.

"And you know what, Yelena?...After talking about this so much, I want to see it right now. I want to see your ass jiggle. I want you to shake it for me."

"...So, why don’t you do me a favour and work it form me, right here, in front of me. Show me the ass that I’m talking about."

Yelena’s eyes widened at this naughty suggestion that came out of nowhere. But instead of saying no right away, she protested in the weakest manner possible which was completely unlike her, showing how much she was under his spell.

"Mika...do I really...have to?" Her voice was small, timid. "It’s...so embarrassing..."

"If you don’t want to, you don’t have to." He only shrugged, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "I’m just saying, it would be good for you to see for yourself. To understand what I mean."

Her heart hammered. She should say no. She should stop this here. But something inside her, something deeper than her shame, whispered to comply.

She wanted to see what he saw...She wanted to please him.

So slowly, nervously, she shifted. She arched her back, lifted her ass higher, and gave it the slightest shake...Her flesh trembled.

Then she shook it again, this time more deliberately.

Jiggle! Shake! Bounce!

Back and forth. Back and forth. Her fat cheeks wobbled like pudding, rippling with every movement.

It looked indecent. Erotic. Like she was giving him a lap dance.

Her eyes were limpid as she clutched at his neck, trembling, and whispered, "Like this, Mika? Am I...shaking it right?"

Mika’s smile widened into something evil. His hands immediately cupped her ass from both sides, squeezing, slapping lightly, making it jiggle harder.

Slap! Jiggle! Slap! Bounce!

"Yes. Exactly like that. Look at how it moves. Like water. Every ripple of your flesh is so hot, so sexy." He gave her a firmer slap, watching the waves spread. "See? Even hotter when something hits it from behind. This, Yelena...this is the epitome of a perfect ass. This is what I crave."

His words, his hands, the way he was looking at her, it made her whole body shiver.

Then he said it, low and rough, unable to hold himself back.

"Goddamn, if I had an ass like this in front of me, I’ll just let you know, Yelena...I’d tear it apart. Devour it. Slam into my dick until it was swollen and red from how much hard it would be smacking against"

"...And God! Just thinking about the claps it would, even that would be enough for me to jizz in that booty on the first thrust."

Her whole body froze at his words, her breath catching like she’d been stabbed.

"M-Mika!" She gasped, pressing herself down against him, panic and heat crashing together. "What are you saying?...Y-You can’t say something like that to me! That’s wrong! That’s so very wrong!"

Hearing her cry out, for a moment, his gaze lingered on her with dangerous intensity, but then he chuckled and shook his head, waving it off like a joke.

"You misunderstood me, Yelena." He said easily. "I told you already, I wasn’t speaking of you. I was only saying...if another woman had a body like this, that’s what I’d want to do to her. That’s all. Never you." His thumb caressed her ass in gentle strokes, as though soothing her shame. "I was only talking about your body, Yelena...Not you, so don’t mix it up."

Relief immediately flickered across her face. "Ah...right. I forgot..." She lowered her eyes, cheeks burning in embarrassment. "I’m sorry. I completely forgot..."

But even as she apologized, even as she told herself to feel relieved, something else gnawed inside her...Something strange.

A faint reluctance...A sting of disappointment.

Because for one fleeting, dangerous moment, a part of her wanted him to mean it.

The thought horrified her. She shook her head violently, scolding herself.

’What a stupid thought. What an utterly stupid, reckless thought.’

Yet no matter how much she tried to push it away...it lingered along with another thought.

’That girl.’

’Who was she? What did she look like? What had she done to make Mika say such things, to make him glow with admiration even when recalling her body?’

Yelena hated herself for even comparing, hated herself for caring. But she couldn’t stop.

The image of some faceless girl being praised and worshiped made her blood simmer with confusion, with jealousy, with something darker she couldn’t name.

Her lips parted before she realized it, her voice trembling with timidity and something sharper underneath.

"Mika...you say that girl had such a nice body. You said so much about her, about how much fun you had with her that night." She blushed hard, looking down, then forcing herself to meet his eyes. "But that doesn’t mean she had a better body than me, right?"

"...You don’t...you don’t prefer her body over mine—do you?"

She looked at him as though bracing for a sword to pierce her heart, her hands tightening against his chest. But Mika only laughed softly, shaking his head.

"No, Yelena...Not at all." He spoke with certainty, but his gaze softened as it lingered on her. "Yes, she had an amazing body. I’ll never deny it. And I’m glad for her too, she helped me realize what I really wanted. But..."

His hand slid around her juicy buns, pulling her against him so suddenly that she gasped. His voice dropped low, his words grazing her skin like heat.

"...no one can top this. Not her. Not anyone. Yelena, your body...there’s no surpassing it."

Her breath caught, confusion and relief flooding her at once, while Mika’s hand lowered, his thumb brushing across her belly. She squealed softly at the touch, it tickled, making her giggle despite the heaviness of the moment.

"Especially this waist of yours." He murmured, his eyes gleaming as he kneaded the soft flesh. "That girl back then, she was plump everywhere. Fluffy, open, easy to hold. And I didn’t mind it, because I do love soft, cuddly women."

His voice lowered further, worshipful almost.

"But you...you’re something else."

He pressed into her skin, stretching it slightly under his fingers until she whimpered.

"You’ve got the plumpness here, this sweet softness right under my hands..." He pinched her belly playfully, making her flinch and pout. "...but you’re also slender in ways she wasn’t."

"With this fat, jiggly ass of yours and such a slim waist, Yelena, it’s miraculous...A body like this doesn’t exist twice."

"I mean, just think about it. "His hand cupped her ass, squeezing firmly. "This ass, this waist, it’s ideal for a man who loves to take a woman from behind. I could grip your ass tight, sink my fingers into your belly..."

He thrust his hips lightly against her, the motion sending a ripple through her frame. She shivered, her whimper muffled in her throat.

"...and with a waist this slim, Yelena, I could lift you. Take you deeper, harder."

"...Who wouldn’t want someone like that."

Her hands flew to cover her stomach, shame heating her face.

"But...doesn’t it put you off?" She whispered nervously. "That I’ve got more flesh now? I’m not toned like before. Softer...jigglier..." She shook her belly slightly, eyes darting away.

He chuckled, shaking his head in response.

"No. Not at all. In fact..." His eyes glinted with a teasing spark. "It reminds me of another girl I was with. She thought the same thing. Thought she’d gotten too fat. No matter what I said, she refused to believe me."

Yelena’s eyes widened. "J-Just how many girls have you had, Mika?!" She demanded in shock.

"Don’t think about that. That’s not the point." He waved it off, smirking. "The point is, she hated her belly. She thought it ruined her...But I showed her otherwise."

Yelena leaned forward despite herself, anticipation shining through her embarrassment. "W-What did you do, Mika? How did you show her?"

His lips curled into a knowing smile, as he then patted her ass firmly, urging her to rise. "Stand up, Yelena. Get up right here, over me."

Confused, nervous, but helplessly obedient, she shifted until she was straddling him, her body over his face, her crotch hovering close enough that she could feel the ghost of his breath.

Instinctively, she tugged her panties tighter against herself, covering what she could, but Mika’s eyes weren’t even there.

They were locked on her belly.

His grip then tightened on her ass, pulling her down until her stomach hovered directly over his mouth.

"Don’t shake too much, Yelena." He whispered. "This might tickle."

Before she could ask, warmth spread across her navel.

"Kiss!♡~"

A sudden, wet kiss.

"M-Mika! W-What are you doing?!"

She gasped, squealed, only to find to her disbelief that he had stuffed his face into her belly and was kissing her navel...