Revenge Begins: Reincarnated as a Hated Idol!

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"I’ve..." He lowered his head to kiss her forehead. "controlled..." He kissed her nose. "myself..." then her burning cheeks. "for far... too long."

He kissed the corner of her lips before sending his tongue into her mouth once again, swirling with hers as his hand traveled below to cup the gentle swell of her right breast through the thin fabric of her white tank top.

The feel of her swelling breast was impossibly soft and tender, deepening the hunger inside Aren’s heart. He increased the strength of his grip, almost groping her breasts before flicking the hard nipple lightly with his finger.

"Mm~"

Lisa moaned softly into his mouth, feeling his tongue ravaging her while his hand kneaded her breast, sending a warm current flowing throughout her body as she felt something leak from her sacred place, damping her panties.

He broke the kiss with a wet pop, their lips connected by a thin string of saliva for a second before it broke.

His forehead rested against hers, breaths mingling hot and fast.

"Tell me if it’s too much," he whispered, voice husky and gentle. "We don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to."

Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. "But I want to," she breathed, voice trembling with desire. "I’ve dreamed about this for so long... please... don’t stop."

Aren smiled in agreement as his lips found the delicate line of her jaw, then trailed lower in slow, open-mouthed kisses along the elegant column of her throat. He tasted the faint salt of her skin, smelled the sweet cherry lip balm still clinging to her and the warm, feminine scent of her body—something soft and floral, like vanilla and fresh linen warmed by the sun. When he reached the hollow of her collarbone, he sucked lightly, drawing a shaky gasp from her.

"Ahh...!" Lisa’s back arched instinctively, pressing her chest harder into his hand.

At the same time, Aren slid both his hands under her cropped tank top, slowly applying pressure, feeling her hard nipples against his palms. After a light squeeze, his hand cupped them from the sides as his thumb and finger gently pinched her nipples, sliding around them as if rolling a volume dial.

"Hmmm~"

She let out a light, pleasured moan as she bit her index finger lightly, attempting to muffle them. Her knees pressed Aren’s waist as she brought them closer, her face already red as she let out heavy, warm breaths. She had never felt this sensation before, and it was addictive.

Then, just when she thought she had gotten somewhat used to this new feeling, Aren hooked two fingers under the thin straps of her tank top and eased it down her shoulder. The fabric whispered over her skin as he tugged it lower, peeling it down until both of her full, creamy breasts spilled free—round, heavy, and impossibly soft, the pale pink nipples already flushed and pebbled, begging for his mouth. They rose and fell with every quick breath she took, the soft weight of them shifting beautifully.

Aren was the first man to see them in their full, unrestrained glory, and after witnessing them, he couldn’t but be dazed:

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, voice thick with awe. "So perfect..."

Lisa was already feeling flustered, fighting the urge to cover her breasts; however, hearing his words filled her with a sense of tranquility and joy. Moreover, his gaze and expression assured her that his words didn’t contain a shred of deceit in them. This was his genuine reaction.

Even then, she couldn’t calm her pounding heart under his burning gaze.

He lowered his head and brushed his lips across the upper swell of her left breast first, feeling the velvety warmth of her skin against his mouth. Lisa’s hands moved to the back of his head as her fingers tightened in his hair.

’How can this feel so good?~’

She thought as she felt him opening his mouth and taking her hard nipple inside. He was gentle at first, just the warm, wet heat of his tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive bud, and then, he lightly squeezed, sucking hard as the wet sound entered Lisa’s ears.

"Ohh... Aren..." Lisa moaned, the sound low and needy, her thighs pressing together beneath him. The vibration of her voice traveled straight to his groin. He sucked a little harder, hollowing his cheeks, drawing the entire nipple and a good portion of her soft breast flesh into the wet heat of his mouth. The taste of her—clean skin with the faintest hint of sweet lotion—made him groan deep in his chest.

"Mmmph...!" Lisa’s moan pitched higher as she writhed under him, her back bowing off the bed. One of her hands flew to the back of his head, holding him there as if afraid he might stop. "That... that feels... so good~... ahh... suck a little harder... please..."

He obeyed, increasing the suction while his tongue flicked rapidly over the captured nipple. His free hand cupped her other breast, thumb brushing back and forth across the neglected peak in slow, teasing circles. The contrast between the cool night air and the heat of his mouth made her shiver visibly.

Slurp~

After long, indulgent minutes of worshiping her left breast—licking, sucking, even grazing his teeth ever so lightly—he released it with a wet pop, the nipple glistening and darker now, swollen from his attention.

"Ha~ Ha~" Lisa was panting, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Without a word, Aren shifted his body, sliding lower on the bed so he could give her right breast the same loving treatment. He pressed a soft kiss to the valley between them first, inhaling the warm scent trapped there, then latched onto the right nipple with a deep, hungry suck.

"Mmm~... Aren... ahh~..." Lisa’s voice cracked into a whimper as her hips rolled helplessly against nothing. "Your mouth... it’s so warm..."

He took his time, switching between gentle licks that traced every sensitive inch of her areola and long, pulling sucks that drew her breast deep into his mouth until his lips met soft skin.

Slurp~ Slurp~

"Mm~ Aren~ mmph~"

The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the quiet bedroom, mixing with her frequent, breathy moans and the faint creak of the bed beneath them.

After several minutes, Aren pulled back just enough to look up at her flushed face. "Can you handle going all the way?" he asked softly, voice rough with need but still so gentle.

He knew this was going to be her first time, and thus, he couldn’t help but be gentler and more careful toward her. He wanted her to make her decision instead of just going with the flow.

"Yes... ha~ ha~"

Lisa nodded with heavy, moist breaths, her breasts rising and falling in a peculiar rhythm. She smiled at him with a needy gaze:

"I want you... to be my first~"

"And if possible..."

She turned her gaze away.

"my last as well~"

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(A/N - Thanks for reading. ^..^)