Ethan was like a greedy conqueror. His tongue chased hers, sucking on her sweet saliva and dominating her mouth. The intensity of the deep kiss left Tsuki breathless. His strong body pinned her delicate frame against the wall. She tried to push him away, but Ethan grabbed her soft hand and pressed it firmly against the massive, throbbing "tent" in his trousers.
Tsuki was completely overpowered. She was afraid that any loud struggle would alert her daughters downstairs. Trapped, she began to comply. While Ethan sucked on her lips and kneaded her heavy, soft breasts, her hand—guided by his—began to stroke the fiery dragon through his thin sweatpants.
Ethan wasn't using his full strength; he sensed that Tsuki didn't actually hate the feeling. In fact, she craved more. The kiss evolved into a deep, wet tongue-tangle. Tsuki, long-neglected, kissed like a novice, and Ethan had to guide her to ensure she didn't run out of oxygen. His techniques, honed on goddesses and devils, quickly left her dazed.
The truth was, she had fallen for him the moment their tongues touched. Since Yanagi's birth, her relationship with her husband had cooled. They hadn't been intimate in over a decade. While sex can be a biological need, a kiss requires emotional connection. In the world of erotic tropes, a girl's willing kiss marks the fall of her heart.
As Ethan softened his approach, he felt Tsuki's response. He explored her body with his hands, stimulating her senses. This dignified, elegant woman had a body that was screaming for release. Despite the taboo of his relationship with her daughters, her physical response was undeniable. Ethan could feel her panties becoming damp.
They kissed repeatedly until they were both breathless. Ethan's dragon was rock hard, an eight-inch cannon that her small hands could barely encircle. It pressed against her belly, hot and numbing. Just as he was about to take the next step, Tsuki remembered where they were.
"Ethan... wait... the door isn't locked..." she gasped, her breath smelling of orchids.
Ethan didn't take it as a rejection; to him, it was a green light. "Why lock it? If Hana and Yanagi come up, they can just serve me together with you," he said boldly, though he did turn back and lock the door. He wasn't some naive virgin; he knew Yanagi's feelings were just as intense as Hana's.
Tsuki gave him a sultry, flirtatious glare but didn't argue. At this point, there was no use hiding. She wanted the lock not to hide from her daughters, but to prevent the men of the house from walking in. As long as the "Uzaki men" didn't know, the "happy family" remained intact.
With the door locked and her permission granted, Ethan took charge. He pressed his dragon against her soft belly and then turned his attention to her legs. Despite her petite stature, Tsuki's proportions were perfect. Her legs were long, straight, and incredibly fair.
Ethan began to stroke her thighs through her sheer, nude-colored pantyhose. The texture was exquisite—silky, soft, and warm. To Ethan, beautiful legs were a woman's second face. Tsuki's legs were a masterpiece: slender thighs, rounded calves, and no excess fat.
He lifted one leg, stroking it like a precious treasure. Ethan had never denied being a leg-man. He had spent countless sessions being "drained" by girls in various stockings, but Tsuki's legs were even more alluring than those of the younger girls.
His hot palms moved down to her ankles, kneading them through the thin nylon. He slid off her indoor slippers and captured her small, delicate feet. Her skin was so pale he could almost see the veins. He brought her feet to his face, nuzzling and kissing them.
The soft soles of her feet tickled, causing Tsuki to let out a breathy giggle. Her eyes were hazy with lust as she watched the handsome youth worship her feet. Ethan bit gently at her ankles and calves, leaving faint marks on the stockings. He looked up, his breathing heavy like a beast, making Tsuki shiver with a mix of fear and anticipation.
He pushed her back onto Yanagi's bed, spreading her legs and placing his massive dragon between her soft, stocking-clad soles. Her feet formed the perfect "arch" for him to slide against.