CHAPTER 119: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE POWER YOU’RE ASS WIELDS

Mika’s arms tightened slightly around her waist, pulling her in closer as his gaze softened just a fraction. He tilted his head, studying her flushed face, the sheen of sweat on her collarbone, the way her body was trembling against him.

"Yelena..." He murmured, voice low but edged with concern. "Are you alright?"

Her hazy eyes flicked to his, startled, while he went on, his expression serious now.

"For a while now...your body’s been getting hotter and hotter. Even just holding you, it feels like I’m touching fire. I swear, my palms are burning."

"And sitting here with you on my lap like this, I’m practically sweating buckets. I can almost see the steam rising off your skin. Tell me...is this topic too much for you? Should we stop?"

For a moment, she froze. His words cut too close to the truth. ’He knows. He knows I’m burning up because of him, because of what he’s saying, because of where his hands are...’

"No, no!" She blurted quickly, shaking her head, clutching at his shoulders as though to steady herself. "Not at all, Mika, nothing like that. You’ve got it wrong."

She gulped down air and forced a little laugh, trying to compose herself.

"It’s just that the room feels warmer all of a sudden. Charlotte must have fiddled with the temperature again...and these, these clothes aren’t helping either." She tugged nervously at her bra strap, face red. "They don’t breathe well. It’s only natural I’d feel hot."

Mika blinked once, then slowly let out a dry chuckle. "Clothes? Yelena..." He leaned back just slightly, looking her up and down. "What clothes? You’re in nothing but your underwear."

"Th-that’s exactly what I meant!" She stammered, tugging at the waistband of her panties with two fingers, flustered beyond belief. "This underwear, it doesn’t let air through at all! That’s what I’m saying, Mika! If anything, I should be wearing something looser, something breathable. This set is too...suffocating, that’s all." She looked away, fanning her face, adding quickly. "Don’t worry about me. It’s not a big deal."

But he could see the guilt in her eyes, the way her voice wavered. She was lying, and they both knew it.

Still, Mika sighed, releasing the tension in his shoulders. "Alright...if you say so. I’ll believe you." He smiled faintly. "For a second, I thought maybe I’d pushed you too far with this topic. Glad to know you’re fine."

She turned her face aside, guilt blooming across her chest. ’If only you knew...this heat isn’t the room, Mika. It’s you. It’s every word you say...every touch of your hand...it’s too much for me, and yet...I don’t want it to stop.’

Then Mika’s eyes lit up suddenly, as though something had just clicked in his memory. His lips curved into a mischievous grin.

"You know...I think I finally remembered." He said, tapping a finger to his temple. "I finally remembered what it was, the first part of you that really caught my attention that day. The part that made me crane my neck, made me sit up and stare."

Yelena stiffened. Her pulse skyrocketed. ’He remembered...?’ Despite herself, despite every warning screaming in her mind, she leaned closer, eyes wide with anticipation. "W-What part was it, Mika? What part of my body did you...find really nice? Back then?"

Her voice shook, betraying her eagerness. But instead of answering, Mika simply reached down and captured her waist. She gasped as he tugged her closer, her breasts pressing fully into his chest, her entire body flush against him now. He then leaned over her shoulder, his breath brushing her ear, and whispered huskily.

"Turn around, Yelena...Turn around and look."

Her body trembled, but she obeyed. Slowly, nervously, she twisted her head to glance back—

—and felt both his palms slide firmly down her waist and cup over her ass.

Her heart leapt into her throat.

Mika gave her plump cheeks a squeeze, making her jolt with a strangled sound.

"This..." He said simply, voice low but heated. "This is what I saw first. This was the treasure that made me lose my breath under that umbrella. Your ass, Yelena. These juicy, jiggly cheeks." His hands kneaded slowly, testing their weight. "This is what did me in."

Yelena’s face blazed. "M-Mika! My...my butt? Really?" Her voice broke, scandalized. "Is that what you’re saying caught your attention? My butt?"

"Yes." He answered without hesitation, his thumbs sliding along the curve of her cheeks. "Yes, it was. No doubt about it."

She clutched his shoulder in disbelief. "I-I wasn’t expecting that at all!" Her breath faltered as she felt him massaging her rear so casually.

And yet...and yet her body didn’t resist. Her body almost...craved it. Heat pooled deep inside her, confusing her even more.

Mika’s voice dropped lower, huskier.

"I was already in disbelief when I saw your whole body that day. But it was when you turned around, when you suddenly showed off this ass, that I truly got caught off guard." His fingers pressed deeper into her flesh. "The moment you swung your hips, it felt like your butt slammed right into my face. Even from across the pool." His grin grew wider. "The recoil from that swing nearly sent me sprawling from my chair. I swear it."

Yelena covered her face with one hand, moaning into her palm. "T-That’s ridiculous! Mika, what are you even saying?! You’re exaggerating! My butt can’t do something like that. It has no power like that!"

But Mika shook his head, lips quirking, as his thumbs traced the curve of her panties.

"It’s not an exaggeration. It’s the truth. You don’t understand, Yelena. You don’t know the power this ass has. So fat, so meaty, yet so perfectly shaped. I’d never seen anything like it."

"It didn’t slump, didn’t droop under its own weight, it stood firm. Round. Perky. It was like defying gravity itself." He gave her cheeks a firm squeeze, making them jiggle in his grip. "Utterly impeccable."

Her breath hitched. Her whole body quivered. ’Gods above, why does it feel so different when he touches me like this? It’s not playful anymore...it feels...wrong...so wrong, but—’

Mika’s voice cut through her panicked thoughts.

"Actually, you know what it reminded me of?" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "A cargo ship."

Yelena blinked, utterly baffled. "A...A what?!"

"A cargo ship." He repeated matter-of-factly, lifting her ass slightly in his palms as though weighing it. "Don’t you look at one of those massive ships in the ocean and wonder how something so heavy, so loaded with weight, can still float?"

"As a kid, you think it’s impossible, right? Something that big should sink...But somehow, it doesn’t. It stands, it floats, like a miracle of nature."

"...That’s exactly what went through my head when I saw your ass. It made no sense. So heavy like it weighed 50 kilos, so thick, yet it defied everything. It was...magnificent."

His fingers sank in deeper, jiggling her flesh.

Yelena gasped, gripping his shoulders tight. Her body felt like it was melting. "M-Mika, stop it, you’re, you’re making no sense! My ass is not fifty kilos of meat! You’re exaggerating horribly!"

He chuckled, brushing one hand up her back.

"Of course it’s not literally fifty kilos. But in that moment, it felt like it. That’s how huge and impossible it looked to me." He smirked. "I even looked around the pool. Compared it with every other woman’s ass. Do you know what I found?"

Her voice cracked as she asked. "Y-You really did that? You compared me?!"

"Yes." He nodded shamelessly. "I had to. After seeing something like this, I had to. And not one of them came close. Even the women with nice, round asses...they slumped. They sagged under their own weight. They didn’t have this."

His hands squeezed her cheeks with slow reverence.

"They didn’t have this perky, divine shape. That’s when I realized..." His eyes locked with hers, sharp, unwavering. "...that you had something special. Something no one else did. This ass of yours...is out of this world."

Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting in a shudder.

’Out of this world...he said out of this world...oh gods, what am I letting him say to me? Why...why does it feel so good to hear it? Why am I not stopping him...’

And yet, even as embarrassment consumed her, she couldn’t stop the rush of pride swelling in her chest.

Mika could also feel it in his hands, in the way her body shivered against him, Yelena wasn’t just hearing his words, she was absorbing every single one of them.

Every tremor in her thighs, every quiver that made her butt jiggle faintly even when he hadn’t moved her, told him she was fighting a storm inside. And that only made him want to press deeper, to strip her even further of the composure she always carried so proudly.

"You know..." He leaned close, voice low, teasing. "There was actually more I thought back then. But it’s so shameful, so vulgar, I probably shouldn’t even say it aloud. I was just a horny kid at the time, after all."

Her entire body jolted...More?

Yelena could hardly process what he’d already confessed, cargo ships, buoyancy, calling her ass a treasure, and now he was telling her there were thoughts too filthy to admit?

Her face burned, she could almost hear the steam hissing from her skin. A part of her screamed to stop it right there, to forbid him from saying another word.

But something far more dangerous whispered inside: No...I want to know. I need to know.

Her lips parted before she even realized she was speaking. "I-It’s alright, Mika. You can say it...whatever it is. I want to hear the whole truth." Her voice wavered, but her eyes lingered on his, refusing to back down.

"Really?" He searched her face carefully, as if giving her one last chance to back out. "Yelena, you don’t understand, this isn’t something you can laugh off with your friends. This is the kind of thought you bury deep inside and never admit to anyone." His grin was crooked, almost self-mocking, but there was heat behind it.

She swallowed hard, pressing her breasts against his chest as if clinging for courage. "It’s fine. You...You said yourself, the artifact requires it, doesn’t it? To speak of me in such a filthy way. So...it’s alright."

That gave him permission enough. His eyes darkened, his grip on her ass suddenly firmer, kneading until she let out a sharp gasp.

"Then I’ll tell you. After staring at your ass that day, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering. I wanted you to walk over to me..."

He gave her ass a little slap, making it quake.

"...and sit this fat, jiggly ass right down on my face."

Yelena froze, every nerve on fire...Sit on...his face?

Her breath hitched in disbelief, her cheeks hot enough to burn.

"M-Mika, no...you didn’t...you couldn’t have thought that—"

But he nodded, utterly calm, almost proud.

"I did. Not just to sit, either. I wanted you to spread your cheeks wide, so I could see everything, and then lower yourself onto me until I was buried between them."

"...I wanted your scent, your warmth, the full weight of this ass smothering me until I couldn’t think of anything else." His voice dropped to a growl as he squeezed her again, spreading her panties deeper into the crack of her butt.

Her eyes went wide, her body clinging tighter around him like she needed something to anchor herself.

She knew he wasn’t lying, the way he spoke, the way he looked at her, it was the unfiltered truth of a boy who had once wanted something he never dared to touch. And that knowledge made her whole body quake.

"But...why?" She whispered, trembling. "Why would you...want something like that of all things?"

Mika chuckled, tugging at the hem of her panties until they rode up even more snugly between her cheeks.

"I don’t know. Maybe because I wanted to feel that same impossible weight...To know if this ass was really as heavy as it looked...To see if I could carry it, like the ocean carries a ship."

Her chest tightened, her mind whirling with shame and heat, horrified yet deeply curious.

’He wanted me to crush him with my ass...He really, truly wanted that.’

She hugged him desperately, her thighs trembling against his hips. It was shameless. It was filthy.

And yet, every syllable burrowed into her, making her body burn hotter and hotter...