CHAPTER 122: YOU MADE ME LOVE SOMETHING I HATE

But he didn’t stop. Another kiss landed, then another.

"Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

His lips smothered her belly, his tongue tracing the dip of her navel. Her legs shook as the strange sensation jolted through her body.

"Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

He kissed, sucked, and nibbled, pulling softly at her flesh before letting it go, while she clutched his hair, half trying to push him away, half needing to hold on.

"M-Mika! Why are you kissing my navel?!" She cried in flustered embarrassment. "It’s so sensitive, stop!"

But Mika did not agree. His answer was immediate, husky, and unyielding. "No. I won’t stop."

Before she could gasp again, his mouth was already diving back down. His tongue pushed into the hollow of her navel, licking deeper, teasing the sensitive skin with maddening precision.

"Smooch!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nooo, Mika~ Sip!♡~ Noo!♡~"

She yelped and whimpered, the sensation shocking her nerves. It was ticklish, unbearably so, but threaded through the ticklishness was a molten heat that made her thighs press tighter around his head.

"M-Mika!" She whimpered, her fingers clutching his hair as if to pull him away, though her trembling arms betrayed no real strength. "Stop, please, it tickles, it’s too much, ah!"

Her gasp broke into a sharp little cry when his tongue swirled deep inside her navel, his lips sucking firmly around it as if determined to brand that forgotten spot with his affection.

Her mind was in chaos. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t comprehend why this spot, of all places, felt so overwhelming.

She had never thought of her belly as beautiful. Quite the opposite, it was the part of her body she hid, the part she was ashamed of.

But here he was, treating it like it was the most precious place in the world.

"Mika, w-why are you doing this?" She whimpered, half in confusion, half in disbelief. "I know I said I want you to kiss me all over, b-but this is not what I meant!"

"Because..." He said lowly, before flicking his tongue deep again and sucking until she trembled. "This is how you make someone love their body, Yelena. This is what I did once before."

"That girl back then, she hated her belly, thought she was too thick. Nothing I said could change her mind...So I stripped her bare, threw her onto the bed, and kissed her navel just like this."

"Mwah!♡~ Ahhh, not there!♡~ Mwah!♡~ So dirty!♡~ Pucker!♡~ "

Her breath hitched, her body convulsing with ticklish pleasure as he licked again, deeper, harder. She clutched at his shoulders, shaking.

"At first, she begged me to stop..." Mika went on, kissing her between every few words. "Just like you’re begging now. She said it was ticklish, embarrassing, that it didn’t make sense...But I didn’t stop. I knew what she needed."

"And eventually, she stopped resisting. She realized..." His tongue plunged deep, swirling inside until Yelena squealed and arched her back. "...that no man who didn’t love her belly would ever worship it like this."

"No man who thought it was ugly would ever give it this much attention...And when she understood that, when she felt it, she stopped fighting and begged me to keep going. She begged me to kiss her more."

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

His words made Yelena’s heart hammer against her ribs. Her butt quivered, her belly shivered under his lips. She tried to hold his head back, but her arms were weak, trembling from the sheer storm of sensation.

Her voice was fragile, breathless. "B-but Mika...it’s ticklish...it’s too much..."

"And yet..." Mika murmured against her, pressing his mouth firmly and sucking her navel until she squeaked. "you’re smiling."

Her eyes widened. She hadn’t realized it, but he was right, her lips had curved into a faint, helpless smile. Her hands tightened in his hair, and she turned her head away in fluster.

"N-no! I wasn’t! It’s not because it feels good, it isn’t because I’m feeling better because of what you’re doing!!"

"Oh really?" He teased, smirking up at her, his lips glistening with the sheen of his devotion. "Then what about this?"

Before she could respond, his tongue slid inside her navel again, deeper than before, wriggling until she gasped, yelped, and doubled forward, her forehead pressing against his hair.

"M-Mika! Stop, stop, please, it’s so sensitive!♡~" Her voice cracked between laughter and moans, the mixture unbearable. "You...You perverted boy! Stop!"

But Mika only murmured against her. "I won’t stop. Not until you admit it. Not until you tell me you like it." His lips trailed lower, kissing along her belly, his cold lips shocking her overheated skin.

"Ah! Not there!" She squealed, trying to push him off. "It feels so weird, so strange, your lips are too cold, Mika!"

He looked up at her, panting softly, eyes shining with both tenderness and hunger. "Then tell me, Yelena...what do you feel? What do you really feel, when I kiss you here?"

Her breath caught. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. Her chest heaved, her eyes softened, and she finally panted out,

"Yes...Yes...I feel so good." Her eyes shut tight, her nails clawed weakly at his shirt. "I’ll admit it, it feels so good, Mika. When you kiss me like this...it makes me feels and makes me...beautiful."

She ran her trembling fingers through his hair, her voice shaking, as she went on to say honestly,

"Something I always hated...something I thought was ugly...you make it feel loved. You make me feel loved." Her lips quivered as she whispered. "I-I finally understand what that girl felt...I feel the same now."

"Good." Mika smiled against her belly, planting one last kiss into her navel before pressing his forehead there, looking up at her. "That’s exactly what I wanted. You, Yelena, confident, proud of yourself, proud of your body."

"...that’s the woman I want to see and idolise."

Bang!

It was like someone had shot a arrow of love through Yelena’s heart, as she melted completely at his words.

He looked up at her like a boy seeking her approval, his face nestled against her stomach with such adoration that it near broke her.

Overwhelmed, Yelena dropped down onto his lap, her ass bouncing against him, and without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him tight.

"Mika—Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Lick!♡~

Her voice broke with emotion as she pressed frantic kisses all over his face, his cheeks, his forehead, his lips, smothering him in affection.

"Yelena! What are you doing?" Startled, he laughed softly between her kisses. "Why are you kissing me like this all of a sudden?"

"...Is this your way of revenge for all the belly kissing?"

"If I wanted revenge, I would be biting you, not kissing you."

She said with a indignant, teasing gaze before her eyes became much more tender as she continued saying,

"But no...it’s not revenge, Mika. I...I just want to return it. Return even a little of all the love you’ve given me just now. You make me feel like a queen, by just being you, Mika...so let me give you something back. Even if it’s only this."

Her eyes lifted to his, shimmering, pitiful, begging.

"I mean, can’t Mika?~ Can’t I kiss my dear boy like this?~ Can’t I show you just how much I love you? How happy you make me?~"

He froze, staring at her, before sighing softly, brushing her cheek.

"Of course you can. You’re the great Yelena, after all, who does as she wishes...If you want to kiss me, no one can stop you."

"That’s right." Her lips curved in a proud, trembling smile. "I am the great Yelena. The woman who raised you, no matter how perverted you may be, which is quite obvious by now."

"...So if I want to kiss you, I will and there’s nothing you can do about it!"

And with that, she kissed him all over again, his cheeks, his forehead, his lips, while Mika held her tightly, letting her do whatever she wanted.

Not even realizing...that she was slowly sinking deeper into the pit she had been so desperately trying to climb out of...