CHAPTER 223: IN THE SPRING WITH AKIRA-*

’Fuck.’

Max cursed, hearing the startled yelp and whipped his arms to regain his footing.

His body surged quickly, sending strong rippling waves across the spring.

Crossing her arms over her chest, palms cupping both boobs tightly. Akira’s frightened eyes met his.

They both froze.

The pattering sound of droplets from Max’s skin hitting the water was what stole the silence between them.

Being of opposite gender, their eyes instinctively glanced down at that part in sync.

Behold, Akira’s lower region was neatly trimmed, leaving a straight tiny line of pubic hair connecting to the slit of her clitoris.

Her whole body, starting from head to toe, was a prime example of perfection.

She had faint visible abs, her slender figure excluded prime femininity tinged with masculine allure. Her skin was without blemish, droplets of water slowly trailed down.

In comparison, she looked like most military slender beauties or those who visited the gym frequently. Although she lacked the gift of a back side and front side. The sight of her nude body was enough to trigger even a gay.

Max assumed.

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Dazed, Akira felt a jolt in her heart at the size of Max’s meat. And that said, it was nothing like she had ever seen or witnessed. Being raised in a military home, she had seen a fair share of dicks whenever the male soldiers in the barracks had their baths. That of full grown men in their mid twenties to thirties.

But compared to Max who was probably the same age as her, it was nothing.

Much bigger than a banana, it was seven inches long. Wringing slightly as water dripped from it.

From the look of it, there was no doubt that this was just its uninterested base form.

Her heart jilted even more, almost skipping a bit as she took in Max athletic form.

His muscles and abs seemed to have been carefully crafted by a master artisan. The proportion of it all too perfect to believe.

In short, he was the physical embodiment of her dream guy, excluding his monstrous dick of course.

Alas, her face quickly heated up with a shy blush.

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Still facing the repercussion of last night, Max’s shut down hormones made it extremely difficult to comprehend that blossom of lust in him.

His dick didn’t bulge at sight, and neither did his expression falter.

Creating a false nonchalant impression.

"Sorry..." Max muttered as he regained his breath. Hesitantly taking his gaze off her body and directing it to her eyes.

Akira shook hearing this, and instantly exited her dazed statement.

Her shy blush turned to embarrassment. Looking away, she instinctively dove into water, hoping to hide her body from his sight but then realized the water was clear and transparent.

"...I didn’t know you were in there."

Composed, Max genuinely apologized.

Although she would mark him as a pervert, he really didn’t care.

...

When she heard his composed voice, Akira noted the fact that he didn’t try to cover his member or show much reaction to seeing her body.

Feeling dismayed at the latter, her heart sank further upon realizing she had overreacted like a usual teenage girl. Whilst, Max acted with maturity and cold discipline.

"Is this the extent of the difference between us?"

Being able to compose one’s self in unforeseen or precarious circumstances was a poise only experienced personnel carried. To think Max was already at this level, Akira doubted his true ability.

’He went very easy on him.’ With this thought, every grudge and competitiveness she had towards Max vanished, replaced with a warm grateful feeling.

Willing to train her competence. She chose to let go of her frail mentality against her nakedness being seen by unfolding her arms.

"It’s okay. It’s noth..."

Unbeknownst to Akira, her response fell on deaf ears.

As she stood out of the water, droplets trickled down her chest like tiny trinkets.

Ensnaring Max’s gaze.

Behold her breasts were firm. Exhibiting the glow of youth in a pristine fashion. Virgin boobs to be precise.

Unsucked by how appetising her pinkish nipples seemed, literally begging him to devour them as they pointed out.

In all, they looked firm, supple, and would perfectly fit in his palms.

Akira felt jitters in her heart for a split second, overwhelmed with a sensation of being the prey.

However, looking into Max’s eyes she found them to be cold and complacent. Expressing no such desire.

To confirm, she glanced at his member and shyly looked after spotting no difference.

’Does he feel attracted to me at all?’ she thought, biting her lips softly with her back turned against him.

At the thought that Max’s impression of her would diminish if she lingered in the spring any longer, Akira walked out of the spring.

"Wow."

Max wowed at the sight of her back view, then nonchalantly looked away when she stepped out.

He closed his eyes, appearing to enjoy the warmth of the spring while she dressed up then left.

"Wow. What got into her? Doesn’t she care if I see her body or is that green light?" After making sure that there was no one in the surrounding area, Max muttered to himself as he recalled Akira’s strange attitude.

...

Meanwhile...

Elite Base, Dorm Section.

In a sleek, quiet and curated room. Walls painted white.

A group of girls gathered around the bed. Softly discussing about their friend who appeared strangely sick, lying on the bed and clinging onto a huge Teddy bear.

"Look at her. Her cheeks are flushed and her body temperature is high." Emma’s exasperated voice filled the room.

"You’ve been like this since you came back with Evelyn this morning. Are you home sick because she left?" Viv pouted, her voice tinged with suspicion that earned a glance from the other girls.

"Is it just me or there’s been a smell of arousal lingering in the air since we came?"

Unable to bear it any longer, Iris spilled the bean.

Unable to bear their suspicious eyes, Alicia suffocated herself with the pillow. Following a muffled shout of "Go away."