The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 149: Hey, Clay… Can We Have Sex?

"Forgive me, Clay."

Ah, Benjamin too?!

"I misread your gestures and thought it was maybe your first time doing things like this. I absolutely hate doing things without people’s consent, so I instead waited for you to come to me. Can you forgive me?"

With that warm smile and utter attention set on me, WHY NOT?!

Aww!!! I lurf him, I lurf him, I lurf him!!

Keep looking at me like that till the end of time, Benjamin!!

His blue eyes were locked solely on mine; soft and earnest, and completely free of judgment or impatience.

The artificial sunlight filtering through the glowing veins in the tree walls caught in his irises, making them shimmer like actual gemstones under water.

His light brown hair was still tousled from everything that had happened, a few strands falling across his forehead in soft curls, and his fair skin held that lingering flush across his cheekbones and down his neck.

Those plump pink lips curved upward in the gentlest way, not mocking, not teasing, but just... kind.

Like he genuinely meant every word and wanted nothing more than for me to feel safe.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them.

Heat rushed to my face in a violent wave, turning my cheeks, ears, even the tips of my violet hair roots bright cherry red.

My small breasts ached under the thin purple wrap, nipples tightening painfully against the fabric from nothing more than his gaze.

Between my legs, my pussy clenched on emptiness, still hot and still dripping from watching everyone else, still desperate for the one person who hadn’t touched me yet.

Ah, is it okay if I kiss him now?

Or will it look like it was my plan all alon—

SMOOCH!

"Eh...?"

As he moved back a little, the glistening thread of his saliva drew a bit and snapped.

He had s... suddenly kissed ME.

His lips pressed to mine, soft and warm, slightly parted, and held there for a heartbeat before turning his head just enough to deepen it.

The first real contact was electric: plush skin meeting plush skin, a gentle suction that pulled my lower lip between his, then released with a tiny wet sound.

I tasted the salt from his sweat and that faint sweetness from earlier kisses with the others, and something uniquely him; clean, warm, and exquisite.

My eyes fluttered closed on instinct, lashes trembling against my cheeks, and my hands rose automatically to clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into firm muscle beneath fair skin.

"How was that?" He smiled and cupped my face with both hands, his palms warm and slightly rough from whatever adventures had brought him here, thumbs brushing away the last of my tears in slow, careful strokes.

No, no... I feel like I don’t deserve this level of warmth from him.

"Eh?! You’re crying again?" he paled, thumbs freezing mid-motion.

"Ah, no, no... These are tears of joy... I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since you walked into the training hall yesterday."

I also couldn’t quit smiling.

My lips trembled with it, wide and silly, with my cheeks nearly hurting from how high they lifted.

Then his hands began to wipe away my tears again, gentle sweeps of his thumbs across my skin, collecting the wetness and brushing it away like it was something precious.

When I looked at him, he was also beaming with a bright smile, his blue eyes shimmering in the artificial sunlight that pierced into the room through the vine-woven skylight, and his perfect white teeth and full pink lips just out there, curved in pure happiness.

I fell in love with him again, as he said, "I know that feeling very well, Clay~! But trust me when I say this: you’re not an extra or a side character, as you might think. You’re Clay! And I would like to know you better! And I think we’ll get along just great."

Badump! Badump!

I couldn’t stop the immense blush that attacked me, heat exploding across my face, down my neck, even to the tips of my ears and the roots of my longer violet hair.

I didn’t want him to see me blushing like a cherry, so I leaned in and tried to kiss him... but—

CLANG!

"Ow!"

Teehee! Our teeth smashed into each other! My brain aches now!

"Ahaha!" He laughed heartily, bright and genuine, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine where our bodies touched.

And he patted my head with one warm hand, fingers threading gently through my hair.

Then he pulled me in until I straddled him, my legs apart with each knee planted on either side of his hips, skirt riding high and exposing everything. "Hey, Clay... can we have sex?"

Ah... M-My soul just left my body a little.

You mean I didn’t need to write a long application letter to his manager?

He was the one even asking me for marriage?!

Or was it sex he said? Well, it was the same thing at the end!

"Yes sir, if you would," I nodded, voice small but steady.

"C’mon, call me Benjamin! What do you mean by sir?!" He flicked my forehead lightly, playful and affectionate, then cupped my cheeks again, thumbs stroking the soft skin beneath my eyes.

Then he brought his lips—oh! Those his divine lips—on my small lips.

They crashed together gently this time, mindful of teeth, and I got my first real, proper, kiss from the one I love.

Oh happy day!!

Ah, I could feel his tongue doing something inside my mouth!

It was wiggling and licking inside, slippery and exploratory strokes that traced the roof of my mouth, the backs of my teeth, the underside of my own tongue before curling around it in a gentle twist.

He tasted slightly like milk and warmth and something faintly sweet from earlier kisses, and the way his tongue slid alongside mine, coaxing it to play, made my whole body shiver.

Saliva gathered quickly, warm and slick, mixing between us until it spilled from the corners of our mouths in thin, glistening strands that connected our lips even when we pulled back for breath.

I moaned softly into him, a high and needy sound that vibrated against his tongue, and he answered with a low hum that sent sparks straight down my spine to my untouched pussy.