Ethan felt it first—a sudden, warm dripping sensation sliding between his fingers.
Mira's walls clenched around him, trembling violently. Her entire body jolted as a sharp cry escaped her lips, followed by a long, broken moan that melted into the air.
She came hard.
Her thighs quivered, juices dripping freely down her inner thighs, wetting Ethan's fingers in a thick, heated wave. Her body flushed a deep red, her chest rising and falling with rapid, needy breaths. Her head lolled back slightly, lips parted, tongue poking out in a lewd gasp of relief. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, dazed, blissful.
She looked ruined. Beautifully, completely ruined.
Ethan smirked, still feeling the pulsing tremors inside her. Mira's body was hot—fuming, practically steaming under his touch. A sigh of exhausted excitement slipped from her lips. There was no trace of resistance in her now. Only satisfaction. Fulfillment. Lust.
Ding!
The sound echoed inside Ethan's mind like a triumphant chime.
[System Notification]
[Sub Task Completed – Please Mira]
[You have satisfied the target's body]
[Would you like to continue]
Ethan blinked at the words, then gave a quiet, breathless laugh.
"Would I like to continue?" he scoffed under his breath, looking down at Mira.
"You think I'd stop after coming this far?"
He shook his head with a mocking grin. "Stupid system."
His fingers slowly slipped out of her soaked core, strings of her arousal clinging to his skin as he stood upright. Mira, still dazed from her orgasm, looked up at him, her lips wet, her cheeks flushed with desire.
But her eyes widened when she saw his expression—hungry, dominant, not even close to satisfied.
"Your turn," Ethan said lowly, guiding her trembling hands downward.
She blinked, then obeyed.
With shaky fingers, Mira reached for his pants, her hands brushing over his hardened bulge. She bit her lip as she unzipped him, and then froze for a second as his cock sprang free—thick, long, veiny, pulsing with heat. Her breath caught.
It was big.
Bigger than she expected.
Almost instinctively, her fingers wrapped around the shaft, unable to fully close around it. She gave it a slow stroke, testing the weight, watching his reaction.
Ethan hissed softly in pleasure, eyes narrowing as her hand moved with increasing confidence.
But she didn't stop there.
With a flick of her tongue, she licked the tip, tasting the hint of pre-cum that had already gathered. Then, slowly, she pressed her lips to it and began to take him into her mouth.
"Good girl…" Ethan muttered, placing his hand behind her head.
He didn't force her—yet—but his fingers tightened in her hair, gently clenching, guiding her rhythm as her head began to bob forward and back, her tongue swirling around his length with growing intensity.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the space, her lips gliding along the shaft, her cheeks hollowing out as she worked to please him.
Ethan groaned, his grip tightening just enough to push her deeper.
Her throat constricted slightly, but she didn't pull back. Her hands stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, and her eyes looked up at him with a mixture of heat and pride—like she wanted to please him. Like this was her reward for being ruined.
Ethan let out a low groan as Mira's lips slid along his cock, wet and eager. Her tongue danced around the shaft, her strokes becoming more confident with each passing second.
The wet sounds, her quiet moans, the way she looked up at him—it was enough to make his body tense.
But not yet.
With a firm grip, he pulled her head back, letting his cock slip free with a wet pop. Her lips were slightly swollen, her face flushed and glistening.
Mira blinked up at him, dazed and shy, still catching her breath.
"Get on the bed," Ethan said, voice husky.
She obeyed without a word, moving slowly, her legs still shaking from the earlier orgasm. She lay back, her body sinking into the sheets, hands nervously resting at her sides.
Even now, even after everything, she was still blushing—her shyness clinging to her like a second skin. But her eyes were filled with trust… and something else.
Anticipation.
Ethan climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Gently, he placed his hands under her thighs and raised them, spreading her open.
Mira gasped, her hands flying to cover her face as her glistening pussy was fully exposed. She was soaking wet again, her lips slick, her clit visibly throbbing.
"Still embarrassed?" he teased, smiling as he looked down at her trembling form.
"After all that?"
She peeked through her fingers and gave a shy nod, cheeks burning.
"You're beautiful," Ethan muttered, more to himself than her. "Your body's perfect… every part of it."
Mira bit her lip, breath catching.
He leaned in, pressing his cock against her entrance, not entering—just teasing. He rubbed the head along her folds, spreading her slickness, tapping softly against her clit.
Her body twitched every time he made contact, soft moans slipping out as her hips involuntarily pushed forward, begging for more.
"E-Ethan…" she whimpered, her voice shaky. "Please… don't tease me."
That's when he pushed forward—slowly, deliberately.
Her pussy stretched around him, welcoming him with wet warmth. Mira gasped, eyes wide, her mouth falling open as his length slid deeper, inch by inch. Her hands clutched the sheets beside her, nails digging in.
"F-Fuck… you're tight," Ethan growled, burying himself all the way to the hilt.
Mira's moan turned into a soft cry, her body arching as he began to move, slow at first. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, pulling him closer.
Her moans grew louder, mixing with the wet sounds of their bodies moving together.
"Ah… it's so deep…" she whispered.
Ethan's hands gripped her thighs tighter as he began to thrust harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, each motion sending tremors through her body.
Her pussy squeezed him tightly, warm and eager.
"You feel incredible," Ethan muttered near her ear. "So wet for me… so good…"
"Don't stop," she breathed, voice trembling. "Please, Ethan… keep going…fuck me harder!"
He did. He fucked her harder, the bed rocking beneath them. Mira's moans grew louder, broken and breathless, her nails clawing into his back as pleasure overwhelmed her again and again.
"I-I'm close," she cried out, her body tensing. "I think I'm gonna—"
"I know," Ethan groaned. "You're clenching so hard…"
He kept going, slamming into her one last time before pulling out quickly, his hand stroking his shaft as he released with a deep groan.
Hot spurts of cum painted her stomach and thighs, thick and warm, marking her completely.
Mira lay there panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly, body glistening with sweat and his release. Her legs remained spread, twitching slightly from the aftershocks, a dreamy, exhausted smile playing on her lips.
Ethan leaned down and kissed her neck softly, his voice a low whisper.
"You did amazing."
Mira rested against Ethan's chest, her bare skin flushed and glowing, the faint traces of his release still cooling on her stomach.
Her eyes were closed, lips parted slightly as she soaked in the afterglow. Ethan's arm was draped lazily around her, fingers tracing light circles on her hip.
But time wasn't on their side.
Ethan glanced at the clock on the wall.
"…Shit."
Mira blinked, startled as he sat up suddenly.
"What?" she asked softly, voice still hazy.
"We should clean up. Sophia's going to be back any minute," he muttered, already reaching for his boxers.
That got her moving fast.
They both scrambled up in a quiet panic—half-laughing, half-rushing—as they grabbed tissues, wiped down, threw on clothes.
Mira fixed her hair in the mirror, cheeks still red, while Ethan aired out the room and fluffed the couch cushions like nothing had happened.
Five minutes later, they were fully dressed, seated on the couch like innocent siblings-in-law watching TV.
The screen flickered with some random show neither of them was paying attention to. Mira leaned into Ethan's side again, calm now, eyes occasionally sneaking glances up at him.
Ethan let out a low breath, eyes still on the door.
"…What's keeping Sophia so long?" he muttered, tapping his fingers against the couch.