Chapter 8
Terrace Lunch, Paid Date, and Burning Jealousy
Ria was pacing anxiously on the empty school terrace, eyes glued to the door like her life depended on it. The moment I stepped through, her whole face lit up with a bright, relieved smile. Her long black hair swayed, and those enormous H-cup breasts bounced softly under her school blouse as she hurried toward me.
"Leon! Where were you? I was waiting…" she asked, voice sweet but with a tiny edge of worry.
I smiled innocently. "Teacher Sophia called me to her office. Had to go."
Anger flashed across her pretty face instantly. "That bitch…" she muttered under her breath, then quickly smoothed her expression into a bright smile again. "Never mind! Sit here, Leon." She patted the spot right next to her on the bench, so close our shoulders touched. Her soft, warm skin brushed mine, and I could smell the faint sweet perfume on her.
She unpacked the lunch she'd brought — beautifully arranged bento boxes, rice shaped into little hearts, perfectly grilled meat, and fresh vegetables. It looked like it had taken her at least two hours to prepare. My smile widened. "Feed me, Ria."
She looked startled for a second, cheeks turning pink, but then happily picked up the chopsticks. She brought a piece of meat to my mouth, watching me eat with sparkling eyes. My phone kept vibrating nonstop in my pocket — probably Yuna's apology spam — but I ignored it completely and just enjoyed the meal.
After a few bites I picked up a piece of vegetable with my fingers and held it to her lips. "Your turn." She opened her mouth obediently, looking so happy she could melt. I placed the food on her tongue, then slowly wiped the corner of her glossy lips with my thumb, letting my finger linger. "Ahh…" she moaned softly, eyes fluttering as my smooth skin brushed her mouth.
We finished the lunch like that — her feeding me, me teasing her lips with my fingers, our bodies pressed close. When we were done I pulled out my phone. "Here's my number. Prepare lunch for me every day. As long as it's this tasty… I'll keep eating with you."
Ria nodded so fast her breasts jiggled. "Yes! I'll make it even better tomorrow!" She ran off happily, her fat ass bouncing with every step under her short skirt. I watched for a second, then finally checked my phone — over **100 messages** from Yuna, all begging for forgiveness. I ignored every single one.
After the final bell, Sophia appeared in the hallway, her silver hair swaying and her massive H-cup breasts straining against her tight blouse. "Leon… do you want a ride home today?" Her voice was hopeful, almost pleading.
I shook my head. "No thanks. I'll take my bike." Her face fell, pure sadness in her eyes behind those glasses, but I just smiled sweetly and walked away.
I rode home, changed into casual clothes — a tight white t-shirt that showed off my smooth, pretty-boy chest and slim waist, plus slim black pants that did nothing to hide my bulge. Only thirty minutes left until my 4 PM date with Elena, the 32-year-old restaurant owner.
The moment I walked downstairs my sisters froze. Their eyes went wide, scanning my dressed-up look. "Leon… where are you going?" one of them asked, voice tight.
I grinned. "I'm going on a date."
The entire room went dead silent. I could feel the heavy jealousy rolling off them like waves — their massive breasts rising and falling faster, thighs pressing together, eyes burning.
One of my older sisters stepped forward, voice shaking. "Why do you want to go with some stranger? You can go on a date with me if you want…"
I laughed softly. "No thanks." Then I walked out the door without looking back, leaving them stewing in their own envy.
I reached the park at 4:30 PM. Elena was already waiting on a bench, looking even better than her profile pictures. She was 32, with long wavy auburn hair, full lips, and a body that screamed mature beauty — especially those huge H-cup breasts barely contained by her tight red blouse and pencil skirt. The moment she saw me her eyes widened in shock.
"You're… even more beautiful than your photos," she whispered, voice soft. "And your voice… it's angelic."
I smiled. "Are you Miss Elena?"
She nodded quickly. I held out my phone scanner. She paid the $1000 instantly, then blushed when I asked, "Should I call you Elena or Miss?"
"You can call me Elena," she said happily, almost giddy.
I could feel it — she wanted to drag me straight to a motel and ride me until morning. But I wasn't some cheap boy who jumped into bed immediately. "Let's take a stroll first," I said, taking her hand gently.
Her hand trembled in mine. She was a complete virgin — no boy had ever held her hand in her entire life. She gripped me tightly, like she was afraid I'd disappear. For the full hour we walked through the park like a real couple. I kept my fingers laced with hers, pointing out beautiful flowers, making her laugh with soft, sweet jokes. We sat on a bench under a big tree and I bought her ice cream, feeding her a spoonful while looking into her eyes. She blushed the entire time, her massive H-cups rising and falling faster every time our shoulders brushed or I complimented how beautiful she looked in the sunlight.
I told her little stories about "my life" in this world, voice gentle and angelic, while my thumb gently stroked the back of her hand. She opened up shyly about owning her restaurant and how lonely it was with no men around. Every few minutes I'd lean in close, letting her feel my smooth skin and sweet scent, building the tension until her thighs were rubbing together and her nipples were visibly hard through her blouse. But I never crossed into anything sexual — just pure, romantic teasing that left her absolutely aching.
When we finally reached her car after the full hour, she was trembling. She pushed me gently toward the back seat, eyes desperate. "Leon… please… get in…"
My watch beeped exactly on time. I stepped back smoothly, tone turning casual and distant. "Thank you, Miss Elena. It was a pleasure meeting you."
She froze, then checked the time. Realization hit her like a truck. Her face crumpled with desperation. "Leon, please come with me! I can book you for more hours right now!"
I shook my head politely. "Sorry, my schedule is already full. Try booking next time."
Her voice cracked, growing frantic. "I can give you $10,000… more if you want! Just come with me, please—!"
I smiled softly, stepped close, and cupped her face. Before she could react I kissed her deeply — lips pressing hard, tongue sliding into her mouth for a long, passionate second. Her eyes flew wide open in total shock, body going stiff then melting against me. When I pulled back she was stunned, lips glistening, breathing ragged.
I turned and walked away without another word, hopped on my bike, and rode home.
My sisters were waiting right at the gate, eyes wide and anxious. The moment I approached they bombarded me.
"Leon! Did something happen? Did she touch you anywhere?!"
I laughed lightly and told them about the nice park date, how we held hands and walked together. When I casually mentioned the deep kiss at the end, their eyes filled with raw jealousy — faces flushing, breasts heaving, fists clenching at their sides.
Then I dropped the bomb with a playful grin.
"Huh… let's play cards tonight. The one who wins… I'll go on a real date with her next Sunday."
The air went electric with competitive lust.
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