Bab 139: Pink-haired Bunny Girl 1*
Arriving at Otome's room, he pushed the door open.
And just as he did so, a figure with one ear up and one ear down, slowly sitting up under the warm and suggestive light of the bedside lamp.
Since the curtains in Otome's room were tightly drawn, it was much darker than Sasaki's room.
And because he couldn't see perfectly in the dark, he relied on the small lamp to make out the slender figure sitting up in bed.
As the figure slowly moved from the inner side of the bed towards the edge, Sasaki's sharp eyes could see the girl's delicate, blushing face and her long legs wrapped in black stockings as she moved.
Illuminated by the yellow light, the pure black pantyhose, worn to highlight her legs, appeared to be coated with a layer of golden oil.
However, because the denier of the stockings was low, her long, smooth legs didn't look greasy.
Instead, the stockings added a touch of indescribable allure and charm to her well-proportioned legs.
As her long legs reached the edge of the bed and her perky hips sat on the bed's edge, Sasaki could see the girl's outfit clearly in the light.
Perhaps because she had bathed earlier or for some other reason, Otome's exquisite, gentle face was covered with a translucent blush that glistened under the dim light.
The translucent blush that radiated from her skin resembled the freshness of a newly washed apple.
This shy, slightly turned head posture made him notice the particularly striking pair of pink bunny ears on her head.
The bunny ears were not large, about the length of a hand, but they complemented the girl's neatly coiled pink hair.
Her smooth long hair was neatly tied up, hiding the hairband connecting the bunny ears.
Combined with Otome's shy demeanor, Sasaki felt as if he were looking at a helpless, cornered pink-haired bunny.
However, what drew his gaze the most was Otome's graceful and curvaceous figure.
Sasaki had bought this outfit when the manga featuring the bunny girl costume was at its peak popularity.
At the time, the outfit worn by the female protagonist held more of a collectible value than practical use.
So now, seeing Otome in this strapless bodysuit gave Sasaki the feeling of a small bag trying to hold a large watermelon—barely containing her.
Watching the girl, who had turned her head and then anxiously looked down, adjusting the black bow around her neck and fidgeting with the white cuffs on her wrists, Sasaki found her more alluring than ever.
Having donned the outfit as soon as she returned to her room, Otome was well aware of its inadequacies.
But understanding the very purpose of wearing this outfit, she didn't try to adjust or cover herself.
When the intensity in Fuyumi's eyes slightly subsided and Otome's shyness faded,
The girl gently lifted her head and blinked her clear, blue eyes, gazing at him with affection.
Meeting her inviting gaze, Sasaki took in her long legs, fully revealed in their black stockings.
Though he had always known Otome's proportions were excellent, seeing her legs in tights for the first time was a new experience.
Feeling he should make good use of this advantage, the boy made a request.
"Otome... you know the basic yoga poses, right?"
"Yes, I do~"
Knowing that Fuyumi's wouldn't bring this up for no reason and guessing his intentions, Sakuragi Otome wiggled her toes.
"Then, in yoga... can you show me the Monkey (Front Split) pose?"
"Um"
Hearing his words, the girl, who had experienced so much and knew all of his preferences, instantly knew what he wanted to see as she blushed red.
However, she didn't reject his wishes, wanting to satisfy her lover in any way she could.
As he watched, entranced, the pink-haired beauty in a bunny suit positioned herself gracefully in front of him.
The mattress underneath wasn't too soft nor too hard, so it worked perfectly as a yoga mat while she slowly moved her sexy legs.
Her thin, silky black stockings clung to her long, slender legs, emphasizing every curve as she slowly lowered herself into a front split pose.
If one were to ignore the occasional shy tremors in her limbs, her movements were swift and graceful, showing it wasn't the first time she'd done this, something which didn't surprise Sasaki, considering she had been practicing yoga for a while now.
However, this made him sigh in regret about what he'd been missing out on.
Fortunately, he came back to his senses before it was too late, claiming this sexy beauty for himself.
He thought as he watched her long, slender legs, encased in thin, silky black stockings, extend in opposite directions.
The delicate fabric shimmered, highlighting the smooth, elegant lines and toned curves of her thighs and calves.
Her lithe body stretched flexibly as those black stockings contrasted against her smooth skin, drawing his gaze along the length of her legs.
Her torso remained upright, her back arched slightly, showcasing the curve of her spine and the alluring fit of the bunny suit.
The suit hugged her figure so tightly as if barely holding the destructive bombshell inside.
Each breath she took made her glorious chest rise and fall gently, something that surely would have fixated his attention if he hadn't been deciding where to fix his gaze, for every part of her drew him in more than anything.
She glanced at him with those beautiful eyes, which, although tinged with nervousness, showcased a sultry allure.
Not to mention, the stretch of her smooth legs, the tautness of her black stockings, the plumpness of her hips, and the way her body maintained such poise and flexibility left him breathless.
In this position, her suit was tantalizingly short, barely reaching to cover the tops of her thighs.
The gap between them revealed a tempting glimpse of bare skin, a deliberate choice on her part, as she had decided to forgo panties.
The suit clung tightly to her body, accentuating her curves and pressing against her sensitivity, revealing the soft, exposed flesh that beckoned him to explore further.
The sight was an irresistible invitation, one that he could hardly resist.
Just the intoxicating visual of her made his heart race and his body heat up.
She held the posture effortlessly, looking so sexy, making it impossible for him to look away.
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As she settled into the front split, she could feel his hot gaze traveling over her body, especially on some sensitive parts of her body, making her quiver.
However, overwhelming this instinctive reaction was the warmth and pride that followed, warming her very being, seeing her lover so captivated and entranced by her.
In that moment, with his eyes drinking in every detail, she had never felt more alluring.
Her shy demeanor melted away under his intense scrutiny, replaced by a boldness she hadn't known she possessed.
Her chest rose and fell with each breath, the bunny suit hugging her curves in all the right places as she glanced at him, her eyes sparkling proud and with desire, knowing the effect she had on him.
The boy admired the lust-inducing view from the best angle possible for a while, then inched closer.
He stretched out his palm and placed it on her black-stockinged legs, caressing her with his fingers, feeling the smoothness and silkiness that made him sigh.
Even though he wanted to deny that he had a stocking or foot fetish, his actions always confirmed it.
However, it couldn't be said that it was his fault.
After all, Otome, who had always worn white stockings—something he also liked—was wearing black ones for the first time, and no matter how much he tried not to overly focus on this, the visual impact was just too damn stimulating.
Stroking the smoothness that made him reluctant to pull away, feeling the time was right, he slowly moved his hand forward, placing it on her plump, soft buttocks, then across her round, smooth thigh.
The warmth and silky texture of her skin provided an immediate sensual delight, prompting him to vigorously rub up and down the slick thigh flesh before he went further. He moved over her thigh before pausing at the very edge between the two.
Because she was doing a front split pose, the place he longed to touch was barely an inch above the mattress.
So, as he went forward, he slipped his hand between her thigh and the mattress.
Sliding his hand between her thighs,
he could feel the slight, comfortable pressure of her weight pressing against his hand as he explored her slick sensitivity now exposed by the shifted fabric, the warmth of her flesh urging him to continue.
The direct contact with her moist, intimate place drew a deep, involuntary moan from her, her body tensing and then relaxing into his touch as his nimble fingers slid through her entrance, stretching her slightly as they slipped inside.
She moaned at the sensation, arching her ass off the mattress, unsure whether to maintain the position or give him better access.
Nevertheless, he took full advantage of her writhing, pushing into her narrow wetness.
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Status Power Mingguan
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