Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem

Isabel’s breath hitched as she finally began to respond. Her shy tongue met his, tangling together in slow, wet, and increasingly eager strokes.

The kiss quickly grew passionate and messy. Their saliva mixed heatedly as their lips moved with desperate need.

Azael cupped her flushed cheeks with both hands, tilting her head to kiss her even more deeply. He devoured her mouth, sucking on her tongue and plump lips with intense passion, claiming every inch of her.

Isabel moaned softly into the kiss, her body melting beneath him as the last traces of resistance dissolved in the heat.

After a long, heated kiss, they finally broke apart. A thick, glistening string of mixed saliva stretched between their swollen, glistening lips before slowly breaking.

Both of them panted heavily, eyes locked on each other in the dim light of the room, faces flushed with arousal.

Their cheeks were had turned red from the intense kiss.

Azael’s voice came out low and husky, thick with desire. "Isabel... I really want to do it... the thing that we stopped that day... I want to continue it from there. Can you... allow me?" he asked her. He wanted to pound on her. But he had to control himself and asked for her permission first.

He couldn’t act reckless after reaching at this step.

At this moment, Isabel was deeply aroused. The betrayal of her husband had completely vanished from her mind. All that filled her now was her young master.

The handsome young man gazing at her with burning desire and tender love. For more than a month she had been spending a lot of time with him, growing closer every day. Somewhere deep in her heart, feelings she had always tried to deny had begun to bloom.

She answered in a low, trembling voice, barely above a whisper. Her eyes behind those transparent glasses glistening with desire.

"...Yes." her voice was like some sweet melody to Azael’s ears.

Azael sat upright and quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing his bare upper body. After more than two months of hard training, his physique had become lean and toned, with defined muscles that spoke of discipline and effort. In his black trousers, a huge, obvious outline of his hardening shaft strained visibly against the fabric.

Isabel’s black hair was tied in a neat, severe bun, and her round black-rimmed glasses framed her beautiful face as her eyes traced over his fair skin and firm muscles.

The sight of such a young, attractive man desiring her this much made her oddly excited. Her gaze then dropped lower, falling on the massive bulge throbbing in his trousers. She remembered that day clearly how huge, thick, and hot his cock had looked.

The memory made her pussy throb with fresh wetness, her juices slowly soaking her panties.

She remembered it clearly. How she had hold it in her palm and stroke it. How Azael moaned for her. How his hands grobe her breasts and fondling them.

The memory only made her excitement double.

Azael noticed her heated expression and the way her eyes lingered hungrily. He smirked softly and unzipped his pants, slowly pushing them down. He was now only in his underwear. The tip of his bulge had already soaked through the fabric with precum, creating a visible wet spot.

He teased her in a low, seductive voice. "Want to see it, my dear?"

Isabel’s eyes were glued to his bulge, her cheeks burning a deep crimson behind her round glasses. She didn’t say anything, but her flushed face and quickened breathing betrayed her.

Azael hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down. His huge shaft sprang free, standing proudly and heavily between them.

It was nine inches long and impressively thick, with prominent veins running along the rigid, throbbing length. His heavy balls hung full and tight beneath it. The swollen, dark head glistened with a steady flow of precum that dripped slowly down the shaft.

Isabel gulped visibly, unable to look away from the massive, veiny cock that twitched under her gaze.

She licked her lips. She was feeling excitement that she had never felt before.

Azael leaned forward and began undressing her maid outfit. He first decided to remove her white apron, so he slipped his hands under her waist. Isabel instinctively arched her back, giving him better access to untie the ribbons at her back.

He pulled the white apron aside.

Her huge breasts were tightly shaped agaisnt her black maid outfit

But then Isabel stopped him with heavily flushed cheeks, her round glasses slightly fogged from her heated breathing. "I... I will undress."

Azael nodded with a gentle, lustful smile. "Okay."

He sat back on the bed and watched as she sat upright. With trembling fingers, Isabel began to remove her black Victorian-style maid outfit. Soon she remained only in her dark violet bra and panties.

The bra barely contained her massive breasts, while her thick, plump thighs and smooth, fair skin were fully exposed. Her black hair remained neatly tied in a tight bun, and her round black-rimmed glasses gave her an alluring mix of prim elegance and hidden sensuality.

Azael’s eyes darkened with raw lust. "Take them off too."

Isabel hesitated for a moment, then reached behind her back. She unclasped her bra. The fabric fell away, freeing her huge, heavy breasts. They bounced heavily as they were released, the pink nipples already hard and erect like sensitive buds crowning those soft, perfect mounds.

Her skin was fair and those breasts were nearly round shaped.

Azael exhaled sharply, his gaze burning with desire as he stared openly at her bare, heaving chest.

Isabel flinched under his intense stare, but the hungry way he looked at her only made her more excited. Her nipples tightened further, aching for attention.

Then, with a deep blush spreading across her face and down her neck, she hooked her fingers into her panties and slowly slid them down her thick thighs.

She revealed her smooth, pink pussy to him. The delicate lips were swollen and glistening with her arousal, slick with her abundant love juices that had already begun to drip down her inner thighs.

"Isabel...I cannot hold anymore."