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Alex's hips shifted without meaning as he looked at Elena, who was pressing her own boobs to show how big they were compared to his.
He bit his lip hard and focused on breathing slowly. "Don't get too worked up."
"Don't let it build too high and destroy your focus..."
Vara watched them both with a soft smile. "You two are close, aren't you? It's sweet."
"I'll bring a few more options, some seamless ones and another sports style that's a bit stronger. You can decide what you actually want to take home."
While Vara stepped out again, Elena quickly pressed her body against Alex's body, her hands holding his head tight.
Her mouth was on his before he could form a single word of protest.
Her lips pressed hot and insistent against his, and Alex's thoughts immediately scattered like startled birds.
The kiss was deep from the start, no gentle testing, no hesitation.
Her tongue pushed past his parted lips and found his own, tangling with a slow, claiming rhythm that made his knees soft.
"Mmph… Damn it, Elena," The sound came out muffled, swallowed by her mouth. "I won't hold myself back if you continue teasing me like this!!"
Vara, who was supposed to have left, was actually just outside the curtains, and she was secretly watching this intimate scene.
Under the influence of Alex's pheromones, she slowly began to comfort herself by gently touching her own breasts.
Elena didn't pull back, even after listening to Alex's warnings.
One arm locked around his narrow waist, pulling his lace-covered breasts flush against her blouse.
The rough texture of the black lace rubbed against his nipples with even the slightest movement, and the pressure of her breasts pushing against his sent sparks down his spine.
His hands came up to push her away, but he suddenly felt weak, and his fingers curled into the fabric of her leather jacket, gripping tight.
He was supposed to be a B-rank awakener, but now, secretly under the control of the Empress, he couldn't control his body properly.
"That's it," Elena breathed against his lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak before capturing his mouth again.
Softer this time. Slower. A deliberate, filthy slide of tongue and lips that left him trembling.
Behind him, his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror told a story he couldn't look away from; kissing her felt unknowingly very good.
The black lace bra cupped his full breasts perfectly, the dark fabric stark against his pale skin.
His nipples were visible through the delicate pattern, stiff and dark pink, and his chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow gasps.
His face was flushed, lips wet and parted, short black hair; he looked like a woman being kissed breathlessly by her lover.
The thought made his cock throb painfully against the tight leggings.
Elena finally pulled back, her own breathing ragged.
Her hands slid up his sides, fingers tracing the curve of his ribs before settling on the lace cups.
She squeezed gently, watching his face twist with pleasure.
"You're doing so well," she whispered, her thumbs brushing back and forth across the stiff peaks straining against the lace. "I know this is a lot for you to take in!"
"But breathing your scent makes my mind spin wild again, and my body becomes very sensitive, wanting to be touched by someone… I… I can't control it!!!"
Alex's hips rocked forward without permission. The friction of the leggings against his hard cock made him gasp.
"I could never expect something like this could ever happen," Elena continued, her voice hushed with wonder.
Her eyes traced every curve of his female body, the soft breasts, the slender waist, the wide hips, which were barely contained by the tight leggings. "I mean… you were still a boy a few days ago."
"Still... am..." Alex managed, his girly voice cracking on the words.
Elena's lips curved into a knowing smile.
Her hand dropped from his chest, sliding down his stomach, down past his navel, until her palm pressed flat against the thick bulge against his leggings.
"This says you're still a boy," she murmured, rubbing slow circles with the heel of her hand.
"But everything else..." Her other hand squeezed his breast again, lace scratching sensitive skin. "...says something different."
"Eahnn!!" A whimper escaped Alex's throat. His head fell back, exposing the long column of his neck.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Being touched like this. Being wanted like this." In the back of his mind, the Empress stirred.
Her voice slithered through his thoughts like warm honey. "Stop fighting it, little vessel, and fuck her hard like there's no tomorrow..."
"Damn it... If I do that, my little brother really won't be able to see tomorrow!!" Alex hissed internally, but his body refused to listen.
However, under overwhelming stimulation, his hips rocked into Elena's palm, grinding his trapped erection against her hand.
"Did you say something?" Elena asked, pressing harder.
"No… Ahnna!!" The fitting room curtain rustled.
Both of them froze.
Elena's hand stayed right where it was, cupping his bulge through the leggings, as Vara stepped back inside carrying a fresh stack of clothes.
"You both are you really cousins?" The Half-Elf's sharp eyes took in the scene in an instant: Elena's possessive grip, Alex's flushed face, and heaving chest. "You sure don't look like it."
"Anyway, here are more options for you," Vara spoke smoothly, laying the clothes across the bench. "Seamless bras, another sports style with stronger support, and..."
"Damn!!" Alex quickly covered his pants, trying to hide his bulge as he spoke. "No way that's true, wait… are those skirts?"
"Yes, my dear," Vera's eyes flicked to Alex with undisguised excitement. "There's also… some nightwear, casual tops, and a few skirts. You really should try everything while you're here."
Elena finally pulled her hand back… Slightly annoyed that she got disturbed at the right moment.
Alex, on the other hand, nearly collapsed with relief and frustration.
Yet, he didn't know how to explain what was happening between them; he couldn't blame them, as Alex knew that they were acting like this under the influence of his own pheromones.
From the moment he entered the store, he was trying hard to stop spreading his pheromones, but the Empress in his mind had other plans, only making things worse for him.
"I don't need skirts," he said quickly, crossing his arms over his lace-covered chest.
Vara lifted one eyebrow. "Don't you?"
"With hips like those, a nice pencil skirt would look devastating on you." She picked up a soft-looking black skirt from the pile and held it up. "Just try. What's the harm?"
"The harm is that I'm not a…" Alex tried to explain, but he was stopped midway.
"If you say 'not a girl' one more time," Elena interrupted, her voice carrying a warning edge, "I'm going to pull those leggings down myself and prove you wrong in front of Vara."
Alex's mouth closed shut. His face burned crimson. "You wouldn't dare!"
Vara laughed from the side, watching them bicker. "She's got spirit, your cousin. I like her."
She set the skirt aside and picked up a soft white casual top instead. "We'll start easy. Try this with the seamless bra first. No lace, no frills. Just comfortable."
Grateful for the reprieve, Alex reached behind himself to unhook the lace bra.
His fingers fumbled with the clasp; he'd never done this before, never needed to learn how to unhook a bra he was wearing.
"Let me," Elena murmured, stepping close again.
Her fingers brushed his aside and unhooked it with practiced ease.
The lace cups fell away, and Alex's breasts bounced free, the cool air making his nipples tighten even further.
Vara's gaze lingered. "Beautiful skin tone," she commented, entirely professional and yet somehow not. "Very responsive, too. Let's try this one."
The seamless bra was pale nude, impossibly soft.
Vara helped him into it with gentle efficiency, her cool fingers deliberately brushing the undersides of his breasts as she adjusted the fit.
Elena watched every movement with dark, possessive eyes.
Once the bra was settled, Vara handed him the white top.
Alex pulled it over his head quickly, grateful for the coverage.
The fabric was light and flowy, draping softly over his new curves without clinging too tightly.
"See? Comfortable," Vara said. "Now the skirt."
"Absolutely not."
"Alex." Elena's voice carried that warning again.
He glared at her. She stared back, unblinking. The standoff lasted three full seconds before Alex's shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Fine. One skirt. Then we're done."