SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System Chapter 45: Tonight?(1)[R18 ]

The pace of their kiss was slow at first, as their lips gently t, and the world around them seed to fade into the background.

Every tangle of their tongues felt incredible, each touch an invitation, a promise of sothing deeper.

The warmth between them began to build as their lips lding together more passionately, the rhythm quickening as their hunger for each other grew. It was an unspoken dance, a mix of tenderness and desire, as they both took their ti, savoring the connection.

Mikey, however, was never one to waste a mont.

He let his hands drift down instinctively, as if guided by a force beyond his own will, fingers eager, trembling with the weight of desire. The warmth of her body seeped into his skin the mont he made contact, his fingertips grazing the supple expanse of her waist before venturing lower, tracing the delicate curve of her hips. His touch was both exploratory and possessive, savoring every inch as if it were forbidden fruit he had longed to taste.

His hands moved with slow, deliberate strokes, palms mapping the landscape of her body, feeling the tautness of her toned stomach before trailing down to the generous swell of her ass. The sensation was intoxicating—the way her softness molded beneath his fingers, yielding yet firm, as if inviting him to indulge further. He ran his thumbs along the curve, pressing gently, morizing the way she fit so perfectly into his grasp.

A deep breath escaped him as his hands fully claid her, fingers spreading as he kneaded her flesh, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. The tight fabric of her shorts did little to conceal the sheer indulgence of the mont, the way each squeeze made her body respond, shifting ever so slightly beneath his grip. His fingers traced the hem, teasing the boundary where cloth t bare skin, his thumbs pressing into the dip just below her lower back before sliding down once more.

He squeezed again, slower this ti, dragging his palms upward before letting them fall back into place with a firm, reverent touch. The way her body moved against him, the way she subtly arched into his hands, sent a slow-burning heat curling through his veins. He wanted to keep touching, keep feeling, as if each caress deepened the hunger building inside him.

His fingers flexed, adjusting their hold, his grip firm yet worshipful as he traced slow, languid circles along her curves. The mont stretched, thick with unspoken tension, his hands never still, never satisfied, as if he could never truly morize the way she felt beneath his touch.

Still, he was annoyed by the restriction of the fabric which halted him from full satisfaction, but his other hand wasn’t deterred.

His other hand moved upward, gliding over her waist and tracing the delicate curves of her body with a slow, deliberate touch. When his palm finally cupped her breast, he let out a quiet, shuddering breath, savoring the warmth and softness that molded perfectly against his fingers.

He gave a gentle squeeze, feeling the way she pressed into his touch, as if her body itself was inviting him to take more. His thumb grazed over the sensitive peak, circling, teasing, feeling the slightest shiver pass through her as he repeated the motion—slower this ti, drawing out the sensation.

A deep hunger coiled inside him, and as if guided by instinct, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started as a slow, lingering tease before turning into sothing deeper, sothing fervent. His grip on her tightened, fingers kneading, exploring, as the kiss grew more heated. His free hand road lower, trailing down her back, his fingertips pressing into the small of her spine before drifting over the curve of her ass, gripping her firmly.

The sensation of her body beneath his hands was intoxicating, his palms morizing every supple inch, indulging in the way her warmth seeped through the fabric.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, each touch, each kiss stoking the fire between them.

His fingers traced slow, tantalizing circles, his hands never still, as if he could never get enough of the way she felt beneath him. Every caress, every squeeze, every brush of his lips against hers deepened the need twisting in his chest. He pressed closer, their bodies molding together, breath mingling, lost in the heat of the mont, lost in the sensation of skin, touch, and desire.

Her body responded to him, but there was still hesitation in her movents. You see, her hand hovered above his chest, but it never ventured lower, never to were it truly mattered- his already pulsating cock. This left Mikey’s mind racing.

’ Why doesn’t she wanna feel ? Is she afraid or sothing?’

He couldn’t help but wonder, as he kissed her deeper, feeling the tension in her. But still, she didn’t venture beyond his torso.

His other hand still wandered lower, teasing, brushing against the softness of her glutes. He could feel the shape of her through the fabric, and it made him want more- and so, fueled by hunger to have her- his hands moved on their own, pushing through the fabric as he deeped his hands through her bum short to feel her through succulent flesh.

But as his hand moved, she abruptly pulled away from him, her lips parting from his in a way that left him aching.

She took a step back, avoiding his gaze as she casted hers down and Mikey could feel the shift. His eyes were locked on her, watching as she avoided his gaze, her cheeks flushed, and her body tense.

For a brief mont, he thought he had pushed too far, but then sothing shifted in him. She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t rejecting him. She was just... unsure.

His patience was running thin, but he held himself back, unsure of what to do next. Her eyes remained lowered, and for a brief mont, he considered that maybe she needed more ti, that he needed to be gentler with her.

This was a slight shock by the way, being that his previous encounters with virgins- Ayra in particular- was nothing like this. She was more wanting, craving every bit of him in a way that truly pleased him. But Jai, she was completely different.

" W-Why’re you looking at ?" Jai stuttered, her eyes still casted low.

Her words broke through Mikey’s thoughts, leaving him in slight awe as he searched for an answer.

’ Say sothing cool! Say sothing cool!’ He thundered within himself.

And after a short pause, he muttered all so casually.

"Nothing, to be honest...It’s just...You look really beautiful tonight."

’ Yesss!!’

Upon hearing his words, she turned to him, her movents slowing as if caught in a mont she didn’t want to end. Her lips parted, but the words lingered there, unspoken, before she finally whispered,

"Hmmm...You always know what to say." Her eyes t his then, soft and filled with sothing unspoken, sothing warm.

He held her gaze, noticing the way his words had reached her, the way they settled into her like a gentle touch. A quiet chuckle escaped him, rich and effortless, as if he, too, was savoring this fleeting, delicate exchange. And in that mont, with nothing but the weight of her gaze and the warmth between them, everything else seed to fade away.

Finally, after a short, tense silence, Mikey stepped closer to her again. His movents were asured, careful, not rushing. He reached for her wrist, pulling her gently toward him, closing the distance between them, but not too fast.

The air between them was thick with anticipation as She looked at him, her eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions. He could feel her hesitance, but there was also sothing else—sothing real.

"Well, to be honest, I’m not playing. You’re beautiful Jai....and I know I don’t really show it sotis but...I just want you to know that...love you." Mikey whispered, his voice low, sincere. The words felt raw, even to him, as if he truly believed them.

For a mont, she looked at him, her eyes softening, and Mikey felt a surge of warmth. He could see the uncertainty in her, but he could also see the trust beginning to form. She was hesitant, but she wasn’t pulling away, and in due ti, a stutter escaped from her lips.

"You...you...love ?"

He savored the mont, deepening his voice only a bit as he leaned in slowly.

"...I do." Mikey murmured, his voice a promise. And for the first ti, she didn’t step back. Instead, she nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movent, but enough to tell him that she was ready.

He kissed her again, slower this ti, not rushing.

And he savored it. His lips moved slowly, teasingly, deepening the kiss with a hunger that burned just beneath the surface. His tongue brushed against hers, coaxing, tasting, his hands cradling her face as he pulled her deeper into him. Each kiss was a slow seduction, a promise, his breath mingling with hers as he devoured her, savoring the way she lted against him.

Her soft whimpers only fueled him, the heat between them building with every lingering touch, every desperate press of their lips. His grip tightened, his fingers sliding into her hair, tilting her head just right as he took more, kissed her deeper, slow and intoxicating. The wet sound of their mouths eting, the soft gasps between kisses—it was maddening.

Then, just as the fire threatened to consu them, she suddenly pulled away, breathless, her lips parted, glistening, swollen from his kiss. She took a shaky breath, her wide eyes eting his, and when she finally spoke, her voice was a whisper—soft, innocent, and unbearably tempting.

"Can I...suck your cock, tonight?"