[Option 1: I know the true reason why you called me here... And it's not to apologize +5 Lust Point]
[Option 2: It's fine... I was just worried you were mad at me or something +3 Lust Point]
He didn't care which was right, just which was faster. He tapped the first option.
Time snapped back into focus.
Miss Kelly stood frozen, her chest rising and falling in sharp, jagged heaves that made the thin singlet strain against her weight.
"It's... what?" she whispered, her voice trembling as she waited for him to finish his thought.
Liam didn't answer immediately. He let his eyes wander slowly above her head, the numbers pulsed
[85/100]
"I know the true reason why you called me over," Liam said. His voice had dropped an octave, losing the "delivery boy" politeness. It was teasing, deliberate.
He took a slow step forward, invading her personal space.
Miss Kelly's face turned a brilliant, burning red. She didn't back away, though her hands moved instinctively to the hem of her singlet, twisting the fabric.
She knew he was right. She'd been sitting in this quiet apartment, the memory of what he did to her in class burning in her mind, and when she'd seen him at the door earlier, the shock had been followed by a crushing wave of desire she couldn't suppress.
"I don't—I don't know what you mean... I just—I honestly just called to apologize," she stammered.
As she spoke, she took a deep breath, causing her massive chest to lift and settle, the weight of her breasts swaying visibly beneath the thin white cloth.
"Really?" Liam replied, a smirk playing on his lips.
He was so close now he could smell the lavender on her skin and the faint, sweet scent of her arousal.
"Yes, really. What other reason would I have to call a student back to my place?" She tried to sound firm, but her voice wavered.
Time stopped. Everything went still.
[Option 1: To have sex +15 lust points]
[Option 2: To watch a football match +0 lust point]
Liam nearly laughed despite the tension in the small apartment.
The system really was a sarcastic bastard. He didn't hesitate. He tapped the first option, and the world snapped back into motion.
"To have sex," Liam said. His voice stuttering with a confidence that seemed to anchor him to the floor.
He stepped into her personal space, closing the gap until the toes of his sneakers bumped against her bare feet.
A wide, predatory grin stretched across his face.
Miss Kelly's breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound that caught in her throat. Because of the height difference, her massive, heavy chest pressed firmly against his ribs. The thin, white fabric of her singlet offered no protection, he could feel the sweltering heat radiating off her skin and the frantic, jackhammer rhythm of her heart.
He looked up. The floating numbers above her head glowed a deep, pulsing crimson.
[100/100]
'Bingo,' Liam thought, his pulse skyrocketing. 'She's ready.'
Without a word of warning, Liam reached out.
His large hands dove downward, his fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh of her rear, it giggled from impact.
The gray sweatpants offered a fuzzy texture, but beneath them, her curves were substantial and firm.
He pulled her flush against him, feeling the hard ridge of his own desire lock into the junction of her thighs.
Miss Kelly let out a stifled whimper, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and pure, unadulterated Need. Liam didn't give her time to process. He tilted his head and crashed his lips onto hers.
The kiss was messy and desperate.
At first, she stiffened, her hands coming up to his chest as if to push him away, but the moment their tongues brushed, her resolve shattered like glass.
She had been a widow for a year, living in a desert of touch, and Liam was a sudden, torrential downpour.
She let out a low moan into his mouth, her arms sliding up his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.
The kiss turned wet and rhythmic, the sound of their suction filling the quiet room. Liam felt her body go limp against him, her heavy breasts squishing and flattening against his chest with every frantic movement.
'Holy fuck, I'm kissing Miss Kelly, and she's unreal,' Liam's thoughts raced. 'Her tongue control is insane. Each move hits deep. Wonder how these skills would hold up against the real deal.'
They broke apart, both gasping for air, their faces inches apart. Liam could see the glazed, blown-out look in her eyes.
She hadn't been touched like this in years, and the sheer intensity of his forwardness had shattered her composure.
'Let's see if she can actually handle this.'
Without a word, Liam reached for his belt. He unbuttoned his jeans and dragged them down to his knees, his thick, throbbing cock springing free, pulsing with a life of its own.
Miss Kelly's eyes dropped.
She froze, her throat working as she swallowed, she began to sink, her knees hitting the worn carpet.
As she squatted before him, her heavy breasts swung and swayed beneath the white singlet, the sheer weight of them pulling at the straps.
Now that she was eye-level with it, the heat radiating from his groin hit her. She leaned in, her nostrils flaring as she took a deep, shaky breath.
"God," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she hovered inches away.
'The smell... I forgot how a man smells. So... musky. So raw. It's been so long since I've been this close to one.'
Then, she leaned in.
She opened her mouth wide, taking him in slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
She looked like a dog waiting patiently for a bone, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes as she began to move.
Liam let out a sharp, guttural groan, his hands reaching down to grip her hair.
He stood there, legs braced, as the heat of her mouth swallowed him.
The head was incredible. He knew he was going to enjoy it, but he wasn't prepared for the sheer, unbridled technique she possessed. She swirled her tongue around the head, her throat working rhythmically as she took him deep.
'Holy shit,' Liam thought, his head tossing back. 'She's going to make me blow in seconds.'
The pleasure was becoming too much. He felt the surge beginning at the base of his spine. 'No. Not yet. I didn't go through a broken bike and an angry neighbor just to end it this quickly.'
He reached down and gently but firmly pulled her away. Miss Kelly looked up, a string of saliva connecting her lips to him, her face flushed and pleading.
"Not here," Liam rasped. "To the couch."
He led her the three steps to the worn leather sofa.
He pushed her down, and as she hit the cushions, her breasts jiggled with a heavy, rhythmic bounce that mesmerized him.
His hands starts moving to the hem of the white singlet.
"I'm taking this off," he muttered.
He pulled the white fabric up. Miss Kelly arched her back, helping him as the singlet slid over her head. Her breasts were freed, falling with a heavy, soft thud against her ribs. They were massive, pale and topped with deep pink nipples that were already puckered into hard points.
Liam didn't go for the finish.
He wanted to feel every inch of her. He leaned down, his tongue trailing fire across the top of her chest before he took one heavy nipple into his mouth.
"Oh! Liam!" she cried out, her hands clutching the back of his head.
She was so sensitive that the simple suction made her hips buck off the couch. Her skin was scorching, a deep flush spreading from her neck down to her chest.
He moved his hands to the drawstring of her sweatpants, tugging them down just enough to reveal the black lace of her panties.
'She's already this wet'
They were soaked, the dark fabric clinging to her skin. He slid his hand inside, his fingers finding her slick, swollen center.
Miss Kelly let out a sharp, Piercing moan, her legs shaking as they draped over his shoulders.
she gasped, her eyes rolling back. 'Everything... it feels like too much...'
Liam's hand slid down, his palm cupping the damp heat between her thighs.
He didn't rush. He could feel the fine tremors racking Miss Kelly's frame, a physical manifestation of the year-long drought she had endured.
He hooked his fingers into the elastic of the black lace and tugged them down her legs, tossing them onto the carpet.
Her legs fell open, heavy and inviting. Liam leaned back on his heels for a moment, his eyes raking over her.
The sight was a masterpiece of frustrated desire: her massive, pale breasts splayed out against her chest, the pink nipples pointing toward the ceiling, and the glistening, swollen folds of her sex weeping for him.
'Oh God,' she thought, her toes curling tight.
Liam increased the pressure, his thumb joining the dance on her clit while he slid two fingers deep inside her.
The fit was incredibly tight; her walls clamped down on him in a rhythmic pulse. Because she was pinned to the couch, she couldn't move her hips much, but her body reacted with violent, localized tremors. Her thighs shook against his arms, and her back arched slightly, trying to pull his hand deeper into her heat.
"Liam... oh, Liam!" she wailed.
She couldn't buck like they were having sex, but her internal muscles were doing all the work, squeezing his fingers with desperate strength.
Every small, calculated stroke he made caused her heavy breasts to quiver and jiggle where they lay, the pale flesh vibrating with the tension shooting through her nerves.
She reached down, her hand covering his, not to move him, but to press his palm harder against her.
"A man... a man's touch," she choked out, her breath hitching. "It's so different. I missed it... I missed the weight of it. I've been so lonely, Liam."
The honesty in her voice hit Liam like a physical blow.
He watched her face—the way her jaw dropped, the way her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. She was paralyzed by the sensation, her body vibrating like a tuning fork.
"Liam, stop. I'm about to cum."
She was right on the edge. Her internal muscles began to seize, gripping his fingers with a crushing strength that made him hiss.
"That's it," Liam whispered, leaning down to bite gently on her neck. "Cum!."
Kelly let out a guttural, high-pitched scream. Her entire body went rigid, every muscle locking into place. Her massive chest heaved, the breasts shaking with the force of her climax.
A huge wave of heat flooded over Liam's fingers as she came, her body vibrating in a long, silent release that seemed to drain every bit of tension from her soul. She didn't move an inch; she simply shook until the storm passed.
She finally slumped back into the cushions, her chest still heaving, her skin covered in a fine, glistening sheen of sweat. Her eyes were glazed, staring up at the ceiling as if she'd just seen a ghost.
'She came so much,that means she's ready now, right? Yeah, she's ready.'
Liam leaned closer. "I think you're ready."
"Please," she said, her voice low and pleading. "Put it in."
A wide grin crossed his lip.