After all, how could Elliot easily let go of the treasure that had fallen into his laps? He wasn't a good Samaritan! He also wasn't a eunuch or a monk that had announced to stay virgin, away from the red dust of the mortal world, from all pleasures of life!
"Kiya~!" He grabbed her soft hands and pushed her back into his embrace. This time, though, he warped a hand-arm around her waist and used his other hand to raise her chins. Her soft rabbit mounds pressed on his sturdy chest, and he could feel that their peaks had long since perked up in anticipation even though they were fully clothed. Lucy's eyelashes were fluttering, and she was red all over. Her face looked as red as an apple, enticing the young man to take a bite out of it and check its level of sweetness. She quivered as his lips met the softness of her face, making her warm and embarrassed. She felt confused at being held so intimately by a man she met not too long ago.