The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1062 - 164 - Snowstorm (3)
Agneis’ shoulders were small, delicate things. They were really tiny, smooth, and almost fragile under my hands. When my palms glided over them while I massaged her, I could feel every subtle ridge of bone beneath that thin layer of warm, velvety flesh. It wasn’t the kind of softness someone trains for or sculpts in a gym. It was the kind of softness that comes naturally, the kind that makes you slow down without even realizing it, afraid that too much pressure would make her flinch or break. But she didn’t. She just melted under my touch.
"Mm... it’s so good~..." she breathed out, her voice dissolving into a sigh that floated lazily with the steam. A smile curled gently at her lips as she let herself sink deeper into the pleasure of the moment. She lifted her feet up, resting them on the far edge of the tub while her back leaned against the opposite side, letting the warm water rise and swallow most of her body.
The water was clear—almost too clear—so even though she was submerged, her entire figure remained perfectly visible beneath the rippling surface. The way the water moved made her look softer, more dreamlike. Her slender arms, pale and smooth and her small breasts, barely rising above the waterline with each breath with her long, delicate legs stretched out under the surface... every shape, every outline appeared even more defined because of how the water refracted the dim light above us.
Her body looked like something carved from a gentle era. It was classical, simple, untouched by anything artificial. Everything about her was natural, almost modest, yet somehow that made her presence even more seductive. There was no trying, no posing, no forced expression. I mean, her allure came from just existing. And I could feel my self-control thinning, bit by bit, just from looking at her.
"Fufufu, am I doing something to you, Sirion?" she asked suddenly, her voice light, teasing, dripping with mischief. The smirk she shot me made it obvious she already knew the answer. She was having fun—too much fun. It was a little infuriating, honestly. And frustrating. But I didn’t know how to deal with her cunningness anymore. At this point, the only thing I could do was take it head-on and hope I didn’t make a fool of myself.
"You seem rather breathless," she added, eyes narrowing slightly, amused. "Are you sure you can hold back, Sirion?"
Her gaze practically sparkled with playful cruelty. It was unfair—an unfair advantage, an unfair game, an unfair everything. Trying to escape that kind of mischief felt like trying to outrun a shadow.
"That’s no good," she continued in a light, teasing tone. "You have to hold back. You can’t have sex with me if you’re not going to hold back, you know?"
That innocent smile stretching across her lips was anything but innocent. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was testing my patience, pushing me to the edge just to see what face I’d make when I tried to endure it. She was enjoying the way I reacted far too much.
"You’re really good at trying to get me going," I said, letting out a helpless breath. "Do you really have that much confidence you’d be able to take me in bed?"
"I’m not sure," she said with a shrug that made ripples form around her. "It’ll be the first time for me, so I have to find out myself. How about you? Do you have the confidence to last long enough to get this body without cumming? Hmm?"
Her voice curled around each word like she was trying to wrap them around my neck and pull. She looked like she was watching me crawl on an invisible hook, like my reactions were entertainment. And honestly? I probably looked like someone trying desperately not to squirm.
"Well, I guess I can wait until then," I said. "But you said I just can’t orgasm, right? So any stimulation on me isn’t allowed? Then I suppose it’s fine if I do this."
I leaned forward and cupped her breasts gently with both hands. They were really small—so small that they didn’t come close to filling my hand. I had to curl my palms in, molding my hands around them just to feel their full shape.
"Oh? You’re bold," she chuckled softly. "It suits you, Sirion. But I guess it’s only natural for a man like you to be this bold." She let her back settle deeper into the tub, letting me touch her freely without resistance.
Her expression didn’t waver. She wasn’t embarrassed. She wasn’t shocked. She didn’t look bothered at all by the direct contact. She stayed perfectly calm—almost too calm—which somehow made the situation even more intense.
Under my palms, her nipples began to stiffen. I could feel them tightening, responding instantly to my touch. Her breathing grew subtly heavier, not too obvious, but enough for me to notice.
"Oh my... what is this feeling?" she murmured, sounding completely fascinated by her own reaction. A question only she could answer.
"You’re getting horny yourself, Agneis," I said with a smirk. "I’m not sure which one of us can hold out until the end of the snowstorm. Are you sure you can?"
I pinched her nipples gently, tugging them outward with slow pressure.
"Ngh..."
That small sound escaping her lips carried more weight than anything she had said so far. A short, involuntary noise—proof that she was feeling everything I was doing to her.
I let go.
If she was going to play with me, I had every right to push back.
By the time the snowstorm ended, we’d both be dangerously horny. And then it would be a real fight, a real one-on-one after holding everything back this long. For now, this was a silent war.
"You really know how to frustrate someone, Sirion," she said with a breathy laugh.
Just when I began massaging her shoulders again, thinking the moment had settled, she suddenly glanced at my cock. She lifted one arm, and then—without warning—she pressed my cock into her armpit, trapping it between her skin and the soft underside of her upper arm.
"Ooh—"
I sucked in a sharp breath. Her skin there was unbelievably soft. It was silky, smooth, warm in a way I didn’t expect. And the pressure of her armpit... Goodness, I didn’t know it could feel like that. The kind of pleasure that spikes suddenly and forces your muscles to tense. It took everything in me not to clench my jaw.
"Fufufu... since you said it’s okay to touch me, then it’s not out of the question for me to do the same, right?" she said. "As long as you don’t orgasm, it’s fine, isn’t it?" Her voice wrapped itself around me like warm water. "But are you sure you can hold out like this? I’ve read in books that men really love having their private parts pressed here. I wasn’t sure how true that was, but... judging from your reaction, it seems pretty accurate."
