CHAPTER 985: CHAPTER 150 - AYANE KITSUNE (3)

I still had no clue what snapped in her head and pushed her to do this—but I definitely wasn’t complaining. If anything, I was grateful.

Ayane had been on my radar for a long time, but getting her to notice me was like trying to tame a storm. It took a year for her to even warm up to me—well, partially. Tonight, though, she’d dropped the distance between us in one bold, dangerous move.

Her hips were carved like sculpture. It was perfectly defined and her breasts were full and heavy in a way that looked both soft and stubbornly firm. The scent she gave off—her natural musk mixed with whatever perfume she wore—rose up my nose and seeped into my head. It invaded my thoughts and made everything around me blur. My pulse sped, heat pooled low in my gut, and I could feel my cock hardening, pressing insistently against my trousers. The sensation was delicious, bordering on cruel, and I wanted more.

"Master Leon..." she murmured, voice thin and urgent.

In the dim light I could trace the outline of her silhouette. The sight hit me like a living magnet with every line of her body spoke danger and invitation. She was peak beauty. I could already imagine how it would feel to fuck her. Why she’d chosen this moment, I didn’t know. Did I care? No. Not even a little.

"Ayane, you’re..." I started, but words fell apart. Her robe had slipped open and there was nothing between her and my thigh and her bare pussy was pressed flush against me. The slick heat of her skin, the smell, the way she molded herself to my leg... it all pushed straight through my control.

"I’m getting worried, Master Leon..." she said, small and tremulous. "It feels like you’re not giving me attention. I don’t know what you really feel for me, and I’m getting frustrated. This is your fault. You made me like this. And honestly, what do I want? Not the spotlight... not the fame—I want you, Master Leon. Will you let me have you?"

She looked so vulnerable then—like someone unmasked. That vulnerability pulled at me harder than seduction ever could. Her determination, the way she half-asked and half-demanded, tightened me further until thinking was a luxury I couldn’t afford. There was no way I could resist her if she was like this. Not even a shed of self-control could have possibly stop me from doing this with her.

She pressed closer and I felt that tiny, eager twitch beneath her. Paired with her beauty and the way her whole body seemed designed to make men weak, it was intoxicating.

"I’m assuming that’s good," she breathed. "Well then, Master Leon—please. Have a taste of me."

She leaned forward. The world narrowed to heat and breath and the weight of her breasts at my face. The most natural thing seemed to be to go with it. I leaned in and took one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the areola with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Mmm...~"

A single, soft moan slipped from her when my mouth found her. Warmth flooded me at the sound with her involuntary reactions as well as the way her body shivered under my touch.

"Uunggg...~ Hhaaa...~"

Her body twitched at every suck with her spine arching like a bowstring. The nine tails behind her fanned and trembled, little waves of movement that made the whole scene feel alive. It was dangerous and tender at once.

"M-Master, you’re sucking very hard...~ Fufufufu..." she chuckled, a breathy, delighted sound that made the hairs on my neck stand up. Even her laugh was a weapon.

All of my senses were being toyed with—taste, touch, smell, sight—every one of them bright and raw. I loved the way her breasts felt. They were large but not floppy, full yet firm, the perfect mix of heft and resilience. They were massive, probably bigger than Mammon’s or Solaris’s—and I could appreciate the scale.

"Hannghhh, aahhhh...~ M-Master, if you keep sucking that hard...~" she whimpered, biting her lip in a small, adorable way. Her tails brushed against me, soft as down, and each stroke sent tiny electric shocks up my spine. The old saying about getting caught in the claws of a nine-tailed fox felt true—once you were in, you were done for.

She was wet, leaking along my thigh, the slick warmed my skin as it spread. The smell rising off her—pheromones, sweat, perfume—caught hold of me and made my head spin. It was like being pulled under a tide with every inhale leaving me hazier and closer to the edge. I felt like I might cum just from that scent alone. My penis was really hard right now.

"F-Fuaaaah...~ M-Master... it feels good...~ Ahhh, s-something is... something’s weird...~ Hnghhhh...!"

Her eyes glazed over, blown wide and half-lidded at once. Pleasure painted her face in ragged strokes. She arched until the curve of her back was perfect, breath hitching between words. Watching her lose herself like that made control slipperier than oil.

I pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretching from my mouth to her breast before snapping. She looked momentarily disappointed, but the haze on her face was pure rapture—and that only stoked me more.

"Ayane, would you go down on me and suck it?" I asked, voice low and steady. I needed to know how committed she was. If there was a flinch and I’d stop. An eager lean and we were on a different path.

She swallowed hard, then obeyed. She sank closer until her face hovered over my crotch. Her fingers slid at the hem of my pants and my briefs, pulling them down with patient, careful movements. My cock sprang free, heavy and hot.

"Ohh..."

My shadow fell across her face. She stared at it for a heartbeat, awe bright in her eyes. She inhaled, nostrils flaring, and then—tentatively—pressed out the tip of her tongue, tasting the air around it like someone testing new water.