Chapter 28
Chapter 28: Shion, You’re Being Very Naughty~
“Mmm…”
Shion’s throat moved as he tried to say something, but Cynthia’s kiss sealed his lips once again.
Her kiss was domineering and passionate, as if she wanted to devour him entirely.
“Cynthia…”
Shion’s voice carried a hint of struggle, but his body involuntarily responded to her touch. His fingers seemed to move beyond his control, gently wrapping around her waist, and the sensation at his fingertips made her tremble as well.
After a long moment, their lips parted.
Cynthia braced herself against Shion’s chest and sat up straight, licking her lips. She saw his rapid breathing, his chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath, sweat slowly sliding down the lines of his muscles, leaving trails of moisture.
A bold thought arose in her mind—if she increased the area of skin contact, would it bring even more intense pleasure?
“Hah…”
Shion breathed heavily, thinking Cynthia had finally been satisfied and this mental soothing that far exceeded all boundaries could finally end.
However, he was shocked to see the Saint lick her lips and simply tear off the tie at her chest, unbuttoning her uniform and shirt to reveal her black lace undergarments and large patches of fair skin flushed pink with perspiration.
Shion’s pupils dilated instantly as he realized the severity of the situation—this Saint was far from satisfied!
“Cynth—”
He was about to speak when the Saint before him had already begun unfastening the clasps behind her bra.
In that moment, Shion’s throat felt blocked, his mouth hanging open without words, and then he felt something soft fly directly onto his face.
His vision went dark as he felt his face covered by a soft, intimate garment that still retained Cynthia’s body heat and faint fragrance.
Shion froze for a moment, then realized what it was. His face immediately flushed red, and he instinctively reached to remove it, but Cynthia’s voice came from above.
“Shion, if you dare take that off, you’re dead.”
Her voice was low and hoarse, carrying an undeniable commanding tone.
Hearing her words, Shion reluctantly withdrew his hand that was about to remove the garment from his face, allowing the soft intimate item to remain covering him.
Cynthia held her chest with her left hand while bracing herself against Shion’s body with the other, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson.
Her breathing was rapid, her gaze hazy—whether from shame or the instinctual reaction brought by the mental soothing, her graceful body trembled slightly, as if anticipating something while also resisting it.
Finally, it was about to happen. What would come next?
Cynthia’s mind was extremely excited. She took a deep breath and threw herself into Shion’s embrace, her arms tightly encircling his back, pulling him forcefully toward herself.
From this moment on, there were no barriers of clothing between their bodies. Skin pressed against skin in intimate contact, and the zero-distance touch made Shion’s breathing suddenly catch.
As the area of skin contact increased, the spiritual power within Shion surged toward Cynthia like a raging tsunami, holding nothing back.
This tsunami-like mental impact made her lose herself instantly, her consciousness seeming to be swept into a boundless ocean, completely submerged in warm, profound waves.
Her mind went blank, leaving only that unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
It was an indescribable pleasure, as if her soul was gently wrapped in a warm ocean, every cell cheering with joy.
Her consciousness was greatly soothed under this impact, her previously overexerted mental power rapidly recovering and becoming even more abundant than before.
This feeling of being filled forced Cynthia to instinctively hold tight to Shion in her arms. Her body trembled slightly, as if craving more contact.
“Hold me… Shion, hold me tight.”
She whispered in Shion’s ear, her voice carrying trembling and longing.
Shion had no choice but to comply.
His hands tentatively encircled Cynthia’s body, gently holding the Saint in his arms.
When Shion’s palms touched her smooth back, Cynthia’s body trembled slightly, as if struck by lightning. His palm gently pressed against her back, and the moment his fingertips made contact, he felt a heart-stopping delicacy and softness.
Cynthia’s skin was like the finest silk, so smooth it almost seemed unreal.
As Shion’s palm slowly moved, that sensation became clearer, as if every inch of skin trembled gently under his fingertips, carrying an indescribable warmth.
Cynthia’s back was lightly covered with a thin layer of perspiration, and the moisture made her skin even more supple, as if it had been naturally moisturized.
Shion’s fingertips lightly traced along her spine, feeling that moist sensation, as if her skin was breathing, responding to his touch.
Her back had beautiful lines, her skin glowing faintly in the dim light like a carefully carved piece of jade, warm and captivating.
His palm unconsciously applied slight pressure, his fingertips sinking into her skin, yet he didn’t dare be too bold, afraid of breaking this delicate balance.
Cynthia’s breathing became more and more rapid, her full chest pressed tightly against Shion’s body, each rise and fall allowing his chest to feel the temperature and softness of her skin.
Shion’s fingers couldn’t help but wander gently across her back, feeling that silky sensation, as if her skin was inviting him to explore more deeply.
His heartbeat gradually quickened, his palm’s temperature rising as it fused with her skin, unable to pull away.
“Mm…”
Cynthia’s breathing sounded in his ear, carrying trembling and longing.
Her body leaned forward slightly, as if welcoming his touch, allowing his palm to press more intimately against her back.
The delicate and moist wonderful sensation against his chest nearly shattered Shion’s rationality, his fingers trembling slightly as if struggling to control something.
“Shion…”
Cynthia’s voice was low and husky, carrying a seductive meaning.
Her body trembled slightly under Shion’s palm, as if craving more touch, her skin becoming even softer under his fingertips, as if every inch was responding to his caress.
At the same time, Shion also felt a strange sense of satisfaction, as if his spiritual power was resonating with her through their contact.
However, facing this Saint, he never dared to be too bold.
In the end, Shion’s hands only rested gently on Cynthia’s back, not daring to explore certain tempting areas, his entire person appearing quite rigid.
He was in an extremely delicate position where the slightest misstep could trigger unpredictable consequences.
In contrast, Cynthia was completely immersed in the pleasure brought by this mental soothing. Her consciousness seemed to enter a gentle dream from which she couldn’t escape, and her body began to feel unbearably hot, as if a fire was burning within her.
Her movements carried an instinctual longing, as if seeking more comfort.
Though Shion couldn’t see her expression, he could clearly feel her heated body pressed tightly against his chest, that alternating sensation of pressure and softness making his heart race.
This dual mental and physical stimulation was about to shatter Shion’s rationality. Just maintaining basic reason was already taking all his strength, yet his body’s instinctual reactions were beyond control.
Cynthia’s cheeks also became more flushed, but the pleasure brought by the mental soothing made her cast aside all shame and embarrassment.
Now only one thought remained in her mind—abandon all concerns, completely immerse herself in this gentle embrace, and enjoy this unprecedented satisfaction.
This Saint who represented the supreme power of elements and symbolized purity curved her lips in a teasing smile.
“Shion, you’re being very naughty~”