Kyle closed the distance slowly, eyes on her face—the flush still sitting on her cheeks even through that smug smile.

"Mira." His voice came out low, unhurried. "You’ve been at this since we met. But you should know, I’m not like other men."

The smile slipped. Just slightly. Her breath caught as he stepped into her space, and whatever composure she’d had a second ago wasn’t holding up the way she’d planned.

"Wh—What do you mean?" she said, trying to hold her ground.

He reached out and brushed his fingers across her cheek. Barely anything—just a graze. But she went all stiff.

The flush went darker as she finally stepped back. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He followed.

One step, then another, until her back found the wall and she had nowhere left to go.

He tilted her chin up to make her meet his gaze.

Her lips parted with a soft gasp.

The morning light wasn’t doing her any favors either—it made his body more visible.

"My body isn’t interesting?" He murmured. "Let me show you how wrong you are."

"K-Kyle, I don’t—Mmmph!" Mira’s protest stopped when Kyle closed his lips on hers, kissing her softly.

At the same time, Kyle’s eyes flared crimson as he sent a command to her mind.

`Triple your body’s sensitivity.`

Mira gasped when he kissed her. Her eyes went wide and she felt this shock through her whole body. Her knees almost gave out. She had to grab kyle’s shoulders for support.

Kyle felt Mira shudder against him as his command took hold, her body now exquisitely sensitive to his every touch.

He pulled back slightly, taking in the sight of her—lips swollen and glistening, eyes hazy with sudden, overwhelming desire, chest heaving with each shaky inhale.

"Your body is telling a different story now, Mira," Kyle murmured with a smirk. "Shall I continue?"

"Amm..." Mira could only whimper in response. The world seemed to spin around her, every nerve ending alight and screaming for more of his touch.

Kyle’s eyes was glowing with hunger. "I’m guessing that silence means you’re in,"

He leaned in real close, his breath warm against her ear. It made her jump a little.

`Finally, I’m gonna have some fun with these tits.` His hands moved down her sides, grabbing her through the dress.

"Ahhn~!" she moaned, like it was just too much for her. Her back arched, kind of leaning into him.

Kyle was moving his hands all over her breasts, like he was searching for something. When he finally found it, he wrapped two fingers around it and squeezed her nipple.

Mira was shaking all over, her skin was just hot and she moaned pretty loud.

He smirked when he felt her reacting like that. He started tugging the hem of her white dress down, really slow, just showing more and more of her skin.

The dress slipped right off her shoulder, showing this sexy red bra. Her breasts were honestly huge, the bra could barely even fit them.

She gasped, eyes fluttering as she looked up at him. "K-Kyle..."

He didn’t say a single word. He just moved his hands to her back and found the little clip. He unhooked it so fast, and the lace just fell right off her.

Mira gasped as her breasts fully exposed, nipples hardening further under Kyle’s heated gaze.

She made a halfhearted grab for the fallen bra, but Kyle batted her hands away, tossing the flimsy lace aside carelessly.

"There now, isn’t that better?" he murmured as his hands cupped the weight of her bare breasts.

He squeezed gently, thumbs circling the stiff peaks, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Mira’s over-sensitive body.

"Ahhhnnn~!" Mira moaned, head falling back against the wall as Kyle’s fingers teased and tugged at her nipples.

Electric jolts of sensation raced from her chest straight to her core, stoking the heat building between her thighs.

Kyle chuckled, taking in the lewd sight of her—her red face, dress slipping off her shoulders, breasts bared and heaving with each ragged breath.

"Mira," he purred, leaning in to nip at her nipple. "You’re playing with fire, teasing me like that. Now you’re going to get burned."

Mira could only whimper in response, eyes glazed over with lust. Her tongue darted out to wet her kiss-swollen lips.

He captured her nipple between his lips, licking deeply, possessively, as his other hands continued its sensual assault on her other breast

He rolled and pinched her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her body.

Mira clung to him, hips rolling instinctively against his. She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal pressed against her belly, and it made her throb with need.

Kyle pulled his lips away from her nipple with a wet popping sound. Her nipple had become red and swollen from the sucking and licking it had received.

His eyes raked over her, dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, Mira," he demanded softly, one hand sliding down her side to grip her hip. "Tell me how you want me to touch you."

"K-Kyle, we shouldn’t..." Mira breathed, half-protesting, half-pleading. However, she made no move to stop him.

Kyle’s hands roamed around her hips, then slid to her thighs. He grabbed the fabric of her dress and slowly began lifting it up.

Mira gasped a bit when the cold air hit her skin. Her stomach was moving up and down so fast, just shaky breaths... with that little bit of hair going under her lace underwear.

He traced the lacy trim teasingly. The lace panties were extremely wet, to the point that the red color had already darkened.

Mira moaned lewdly, head falling back against the wall as Kyle’s fingers pressed against her most intimate area. Her hips rolled forward, seeking more of his touch.

"Please..." she breathed, not even fully aware of what she was begging for. All she knew was need—raw, all-consuming need.

Kyle’s fingers slipped beneath the lace, brushing against her slick folds. Mira jerked, a strangled moan tearing from her throat.

"Please what, Mira?" Kyle murmured, fingers stroking her slick petals, circling her throbbing clit. "Tell me what you need."

He dipped a finger into her hot, wet hole, pumping slowly. Mira’s inner walls clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper.

Kyle’s other hand slid up her body to capture a bouncing breast, kneading the soft flesh. He rolled and plucked at the stiff peak until Mira was writhing against him.

"Kyle, I-I..." Mira panted, struggling to form a coherent thought through the haze of lust.

She was so close, teetering on the brink. She needed... something. Something more.

As if reading her thoughts, Kyle grabbed his pants and pulled them down along with his panties with a vigorous movement.

His huge cock exploded to view. The head poked into her belly, pre-cum dripped from it.

"Beg for it," he whispered in her ear, with his eyes flared crimson. "Beg me to fuck you, Mira."