Akeno gasped when he kissed her so suddenly. Her eyes flew open in shock, but she quickly squeezed them shut, refusing to give him the pleasure of seeing how surprised she was. For a brief moment, the breath was knocked right out of her lungs as their lips collided. She could feel his lips against hers, rough in a teasing way yet still gentle. They were warm, soft, and they felt unbelievably good pressed to her own.
Her body trembled under the strength of his grip, a shiver running through her from head to toe. Every nerve seemed to light up at once. He held her close, his hands sliding up beneath her shirt as their kiss deepened. His fingers caught the hem of her uniform and slowly pulled it upward until the fabric brushed against her belly button.
"You and Rias are bad girls for selling your friend to me like that," he said with a grin, looking down at her. "I'd say that kind of behavior deserves a proper punishment. Don't you think?" In his hand was a paddle that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
She didn't bother asking where it came from. Instead, she bit down on her lower lip, a dark, eager grin spreading across her face, desire written plainly in her eyes. "Yes…" she answered softly.
Tyler smirked back at her, using one hand to keep undressing her as if it were the easiest thing in the world. The mood in the locker room shifted instantly. Heat filled the air, their bodies close together as the mirrors slowly fogged up around them. The sounds of the raven-haired woman's pleasure echoed through the room, and neither of them cared in the slightest.
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Not long after that, the time for Tyler's final healing session from their planned meetings arrived. Given the lingering mood, and with Asia acting far more shy than usual, she finished much quicker than before. Since his contract allowed him more time with her, he invited her back to his home afterward, hoping to end things on a calm and pleasant note.
To help her relax, he suggested they go to his room and watch a movie together. She agreed, a bit hesitant at first, but soon found herself enjoying it more than she expected. The lights were dim, the sound of the movie filling the room along with their quiet breathing as she cuddled close against his side. Her green eyes stayed fixed on the screen, clearly interested in the movie he had chosen just for her.
Still, there was something else in the air between them. It was clear that their attention wasn't fully on the story playing out on the screen, but on the unspoken feelings lingering quietly between them.
Before she even realized it, she began leaning more into his arm, settling against him and soaking in the steady warmth of his body again. Just like before, it worked like a charm, easing her tension almost right away. Combined with his familiar scent, it felt as though her nervous thoughts were slowly being dulled and pushed aside, leaving her calm, loose, and very… relaxed.
So relaxed, in fact, that she started to feel a little bold.
As the movie's sound faded into the background, her attention shifted to him instead. She focused on the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the calm rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. Slowly, she tilted her head up to look at him. The moment she did, her breath caught painfully in her throat. His deep blue eyes met hers, and once again they were both frozen, like deer caught in bright headlights.
This time, Asia made the first move.
She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, catching the taller blond completely off guard. What began as a simple kiss quickly turned into something much more intense. Their lips moved together, finding an easy rhythm, slipping into perfect sync as their hands began to explore without hesitation.
Tyler's hands grew greedy, tugging at her clothes as he tried to pull them away, clearly surprised when he felt her smaller hands doing the same to him. Piece by piece, they undressed one another, the kiss growing deeper and messier with every passing second.
The movie was completely forgotten now. Desire took over, thick and heavy in the air, and Tyler naturally found himself guiding the smaller girl, leading her without resistance.
He didn't stop to think, and he didn't care that this was all new to her. He wanted her, and in that moment, he fully intended to take what he wanted.
As she lay back, he let out a low chuckle when she was left wearing only her underwear.
"You're wearing sexier underwear this time," he teased lightly, his eyes roaming over her. "All of this just for little ol' me?"
What she wore was simple, yet to someone as innocent as her, it was probably incredibly bold. The purple lace hugged her perfectly, with a small see-through panel in the front that showed off her soft curves, making her look far more tempting than she realized.
Barely able to breathe, Asia could only nod in response.
Wanting to help him along, and determined to remove the last piece of clothing from his flawless body, Asia carefully moved to the edge of the bed. Her cheeks burned a bright pink as she reached up, gripping the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulling them down his legs.
Almost instantly, she squealed in surprise as his thick cock sprang free right in front of her face, nearly brushing her cheek in the process. She stared at it in stunned silence, caught somewhere between awe and fear at just how big it was. It was far larger than she had ever imagined, yet at the same time, she could feel her body reacting, growing wetter and more sensitive just from the sight alone.
"Do you want to touch it?" he asked gently, his voice low and calm as he placed a reassuring hand against the side of her head, grounding her in the moment.
Asia swallowed hard, her throat tight with nerves, but she nodded anyway, even though her heart was pounding in her chest.
Slowly, almost cautiously, she reached out and wrapped her small hand around him. Her grip was light at first, unsure and hesitant, as she tried her best not to touch the head. The sheer size of it intimidated her, making her breath hitch, but there was no avoiding it. Her hand simply wasn't big enough, and before she could stop herself, her fingers brushed against it.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as she adjusted, her body slowly getting used to the feeling and the weight in her hand. The fear eased just a little as curiosity took over.
Carefully, she began to move her hand, stroking him in slow, gentle motions, testing her confidence with each pass as she learned how he felt beneath her touch.