SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 406: The Second Wife (3)
Ira was stunning: red skin glowing under the room’s soft light, deep red hair cascading like blood over the pillows, her curvy, athletic frame arching subtly toward him. Those massive, soft boobs strained against her top, begging to be freed. He leaned in without a word, capturing her mouth again—this time more intense, more demanding.
Their lips crashed together harder, tongues immediately seeking each other out in a wet, hungry tangle. Ira lunged up to meet him, her hands fisting in his shirt as she pressed her body flush against his, moaning softly into the kiss.
The jolt hit her again—ZZZZAP!—a sharp spike of pleasure racing from her mouth down her spine, making her toes curl and her thighs clench instinctively.
"Mmmph~!"
Slrrrp~ Slrrrp~
Leon’s tongue dominated hers now, stroking deep and slow, exploring every inch while she followed eagerly, sucking back with growing confidence. From time to time, those electric jolts surged through her—random, teasing bursts that made her gasp into his mouth, her body arching closer.
The sensations pooled strangely in her lower stomach, a tight, coiling heat that spread downward, making her white cloth panties grow damper, stickier. What is this? she wondered hazily, mind fogging with the lewd wet sounds of their kissing. It feels like... like everything’s pulling toward my core. Down there... between my legs. But why? I don’t understand...
Lost in the kiss, Ira didn’t notice Leon’s hand at first—sliding up her side under the tied fabric of her blue top, the one wrapped around her chest. His palm cupped one of her big, squishy boobs fully, fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh. The thin cloth did little to dull the sensation; her breast overflowed his hand, heavy and warm, the white symbols on the garment shifting with the movement.
Ira froze for a split second, eyes widening mid-kiss, but the confusion melted into a louder moan as he squeezed gently—testing, kneading the plush mound like dough. "Mmmh—Leon? What... ahh~..."
She didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. The touch sent fresh jolts racing through her, sharper than the kiss, making her nipple harden instantly under the fabric.
It felt good—so strangely, intensely good—like his hand was drawing out hidden sparks from her skin. Her body responded on instinct, back arching to press her boob deeper into his grip, a breathy whimper escaping around his tongue.
Leon’s thoughts raced with dark appreciation as he molded her breast, thumb brushing over the stiff peak through the cloth.
Gods, these are perfect. So soft, so heavy... the moment I saw them straining against her top, I knew they’d be heavenly. Fuck, she’s amazing—curvy and strong, but this... this is pure temptation.
He squeezed firmer, rolling the flesh in his palm, savoring how it yielded to him while their tongues intertwined in sloppy, slurping rhythm.
Slrrrp~ Mmph~ Slrrrp~
Ira moaned louder now, the sound vibrating into his mouth, her chiseled body squirming beneath him. She didn’t understand—had no words for "boobs" or "groping," no concept of why his touch there made her lower stomach clench harder, her thighs rub together slickly. But she loved it, the pleasure blooming hot and insistent, making her crimson eyes flutter half-shut.
Emboldened, Leon’s fingers found her nipple—hard and pebbled under the thin blue cloth—and pinched it lightly, rolling the sensitive bud between thumb and forefinger.
ZZZZAP!
The jolt was electric—literally, for her Pyrrhan senses—a white-hot spike that shot straight to her core. Ira’s back arched off the bed, a muffled scream breaking the kiss as her body convulsed in shockingly intense pleasure. It was the loudest moan yet—raw, guttural, echoing in the sound-dampened room.
"AAHHH~! LEON—!"
The kiss broke with a wet pop, a thick line of saliva stretching between their parted lips before snapping, dripping down her chin onto her heaving chest. Ira gasped for air, chest rising and falling rapidly, her big boobs straining against the tied top with each pant.
Her red skin flushed deeper, white markings glowing faintly along her curves, deep red hair sticking to her sweat-damp forehead. Crimson eyes stared up at him, glazed with confusion and overwhelming bliss.
What... what was that? her thoughts whirled, mind reeling. His hand on my chest... touching there... it felt like lightning exploding inside me. Better than the kiss—better than anything. Gods, my body’s on fire... that ache down low, it’s throbbing so hard now. Is this what ’making love’ is? I... I can’t think straight. Our connection was intense, but this... this is amazing. Maybe... maybe it’s not superior anymore. I need more. So much more.
She licked her lips, tasting him still, her voice coming out in a breathless plea. Her crimson eyes shimmered like they held tiny hearts, filled with desperate love and surrender. "Leon... I want more. Whatever you’re doing... it feels so good. Do anything—everything. I’m yours. All yours."
Hearing her words—raw, trusting, his—Leon’s cock throbbed painfully hard beneath his pants, but he held back, savoring her innocence. Fuck, she’s perfect. So eager, so open... I won’t rush this. She deserves to learn every filthy inch. He couldn’t make her wait, though. Leaning in, he captured her mouth again in a lewd, devouring kiss—tongues tangling immediately, wet and sloppy.
Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~
Ira kissed back like a natural, like she’d been born to it—lips sucking hungrily on his, tongue dancing with bold strokes despite only moments of practice. She was a quick learner, moaning into his mouth as the jolts returned, sporadic ZZZZAPs making her squirm.
While their mouths battled, Leon’s free hand worked deftly at the knot behind her blue top—the one tied around her chest. A quick tug, and the fabric loosened, falling open to expose her massive, soft boobs fully.
They spilled free, heavy and perfect—pale red skin unmarked save for faint white swirls, nipples dark crimson and already stiff, begging for attention.
Now bare, his hand dove in—palm cupping one glorious breast fully, fingers sinking deep into the squishy warmth. No cloth barrier now; just hot, yielding flesh molding to his touch. He squeezed rhythmically, kneading the plush mound while his thumb circled the hard nipple, pinching occasionally to draw out those delicious jolts.
Ira’s body shook with every tweak—moans growing louder, more frequent, vibrating against his lips. "Mmmph~! Ahh—Leon~!"
