Chapter 353
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
Familiar lips engulfed hers. As always, it was a greedy kiss, as if determined not to steal even a single breath from her.
Usually, those lips would have wandered all over her face endlessly.
But now, another pair of lips, filled with desire, was tracing along the nape of Ireneâs neck.
â…!â
Even though she knew there were two Michaels, the new sensation made Irene shiver in surprise.
Between the lips brushing down her neck came a sigh filled with longing.
âIrene.â
Michaelâs voice called her name imploringly from behind.
âPlease donât be startled.â
âI-Iâm trying not to be…â
Meanwhile, the Michael who was kissing her, clearly displeased that she wasnât fully focused on him, pressed his lips against hers again, more fiercely this time.
âHmph!â
In an instant, her breath was stolen away.
While Irene was once again completely lost in the kiss, the Michael behind her slipped his hand beneath her blouse.
Cool fingers greedily grasped her full b*****s, just as the usual Michael always did.
When they laughed and talked together over meals, he acted like someone utterly devoid of lust.
But once he started to desire Irene, he became an uncontrollable beast.
Wasnât she always panting just trying to keep up with him?
And now, there were two such relentless beasts.
The following kisses carried a voracious hunger, and the hands exploring her body grew heated.
Amidst the constant stimulation, Ireneâs mind gradually grew hazy.
One of the hands that had been clutching her b*****s quietly slipped away and began undoing the buttons of her blouse, the very same buttons he had fastened tightly before leaving the house.
The busy fingers finally unfastened every button, unveiling the body Irene had been hiding underneath.
Under the sunlight, red marks shaped like handprints stood out starkly across Ireneâs exposed chest.
She was already breathless from excitement, but as nervousness surged, she inhaled sharply and her sweat-dampened chest rose with the motion.
Gulp.
Someone swallowed, but it was impossible to tell which Michael it was. But it didnât matter. They were both Michael, and both were equally consumed by desire.
The lips that had claimed her own now trailed slowly down her neck. Then, from behind, the other Michael lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the skin now laid bare.
âHmm!â
A soft cry escaped her lips as his teeth grazed her gently. She hadnât had time to brace herself.
Perhaps encouraged by her reaction, his movements grew more insistent, as though savoring every sound she made.
Not to be outdone, the Michael behind her reached around, his hand sliding to the untouched side of her chest. His fingers found their target, teasing with deliberate pressure.
âHah, ngh, mmm!â
For a moment, Ireneâs whole body shuddered in response to the overwhelming flood of sensation.
âAhâŚâ
It had barely begun, and already she was filled with regret.
Moments ago, she’d felt sympathy for him for the long years he had suppressed quiet, desperate desires. So she had recklessly told him to do what he wished.
But now, her thoughts scattered like feathers in the wind, and her body had gone slack in the grass.
The two Michaels, without a word between them, began to undress.
The sunlight caught on their skin, illuminating familiar contours. Shoulders and arms she had once touched in secret, tracing the lines of muscle beneath silk. Now laid bare, they looked exactly as she remembered, and not at all.
They moved swiftly, without hesitation, as if they’d rehearsed every gesture.
Their clothes were spread wide on the ground, not for themselves but for herâso that even the soft grass wouldnât leave a mark. So she wouldnât be uncomfortable, not even by accident.
The Michaels lay down on either side of her on the cloth.
Their hands moved busily, clutching at Irene’s b*****s again where they had left them for a moment.
He squeezed and released, then pressed his entire palm lightly against her b****t, moving it in slow, circular motions.
Irene’s breathing became ragged again as she lay back against the familiar caress.
She rubbed her legs together helplessly, feeling the growing wetness between them.
âOh, are you already wet?â
Despite her gestures to hide it, the Michaels were quick to notice her reaction and slid their hands between her legs.
Each hand forced Irene’s legs apart.
