Gon's Harem System
Chapter 109: Feeling her curves (18+)

Chapter 109: Feeling her curves (18+)

"No fair!" Dina cried out, her voice sharp with frustration as she struggled beneath him.

Her chest rose and fell with exertion, but no matter how much she writhed, his grip remained unyielding.

His fingers curled firmly around her wrists, pressing them down against the rough ground, the weight of his body keeping her completely immobilized.

"All is fair in love and war," Gon replied, his grin widening as he tightened his grip just enough to remind her that she wasn’t going anywhere.

His dark eyes gleamed with amusement, a challenge lurking beneath the playful arrogance in his expression.

Dina let out a slow breath, her struggles ceasing as she looked up at him. A smirk curled at the corner of her lips, her gaze locking onto his with deliberate boldness.

"Yeah?" she murmured, her voice laced with something dangerously close to amusement. "Which one is this?"

Gon faltered for a moment, his confident grin flickering like a candle caught in an unexpected gust of wind.

The playful arrogance in his eyes wavered, replaced by something more uncertain.

He hadn’t anticipated that question, nor the way she looked at him, so steady, so unrelenting.

His mouth opened slightly, but no words came. The usual sharp wit that carried him through every exchange seemed to abandon him.

However, he quickly caught himself, shoving aside the hesitation before it could take root.

His grip on her wrists tightened just slightly, a silent declaration of control, of certainty, as if the firmness of his hold could make up for the fleeting moment of doubt.

His grin returned, a little sharper now, a little more forced, but still there.

"This is war," he said, his voice steady, carrying the weight of a decision made too quickly.

Dina’s expression shifted, her smirk fading into something unreadable. Her lashes lowered slightly. "A disappointing choice," she murmured, almost to herself, the words barely more than a whisper.

"Why is that?" Gon asked, his brows drawing together slightly as he studied her face.

"Nothing," Dina murmured, turning her head slightly as if to look away, but not quite managing to break eye contact.

The word was dismissive, but her voice lacked conviction.

And then he saw it.

Her expression was laid bare, unfiltered, raw. It wasn’t disappointment that filled her gaze, nor frustration.

It was something deeper, something more consuming. Passion burned in her eyes, dark and intense, a heat that sent a slow, crawling shiver down his spine.

Gon didn’t need to say another word.

Whatever battle had been waging between them, whatever lines had been drawn, all of it faded into the background, dissolving beneath the weight of the moment.

His grip on her wrists loosened, fingers brushing over her skin in something no longer resembling restraint.

His gaze lingered on hers for a breath longer, just long enough to see if she would pull away, if she would stop him. But she didn’t.

So he leaned in.

The space between them disappeared in an instant, his lips finding hers with a quiet, unspoken urgency.

The world around them blurred—the cool night air, the scent of grass and earth, the distant hum of insects.

None of it mattered.

All he could focus on was the warmth of her mouth against his, the way her breath hitched slightly, the way her body melted beneath him as if, for all her resistance, she had been waiting for this just as much as he had.

Her lips were soft, hesitant for only a second before she kissed him back, her fingers curling as if she wanted to touch him but couldn’t.

As their lips moved together, Gon slowly released her wrists, his fingers trailing away from her skin as if reluctant to let go.

He half expected her to shove him away the moment she was free, to turn this back into a fight, into a game of power and resistance.

But she didn’t.

Instead, the moment her hands were unbound, they found their way to him, not in defiance, not in escape, but in something far more unexpected.

Her fingers slid up the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, her grip firm, almost desperate.

A soft gasp escaped her lips between kisses, the sound sending a shiver down his spine.

There was no hesitation in the way she clung to him, no second-guessing.

A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips, vibrating against his mouth as she arched her body upward, pressing herself into him.

The movement sent a spark of electricity through him, a fire that ignited deep in his core and spread outward, consuming every thought that wasn’t her.

The intensity between them swelled, their kisses growing more urgent, more desperate with each passing second.

What had started as a battle of wills had transformed into something wilder, something neither of them seemed able to control.

Her hands tightened around his neck, her fingers pulling at his hair, and he groaned against her lips in response, lost in the feverish heat of her touch.

The tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for days now finally boiled over, threatening to consume them in a torrent of passion and desire.

Their every touch was charged with an electric energy, their lips moving together like a tempestuous storm on the verge of breaking.

The pent-up emotions roiled within them, surging like a tidal wave about to crash onto the shores of their restraint

As Gon and Dina’s kiss deepened, their bodies seeming to magnetize together with an irresistible force, their clothes became an obstacle.

The soft cotton of Dina’s shirt felt like a suffocating cocoon, while Gon’s pants were a rigid cage that hindered his movements.

Each button, each zipper, each layer of fabric became a reminder of the distance that stood between them, their yearning growing in proportion to the space that separated their skin.

Initially, Gon and Dina worked with the barriers their clothing provided, making a tantalizing game of the forbidden.

Gon’s hands explored Dina’s curves with a slow, deliberate patience, skimming over the contours of her body with a teasing caress that left her breathless.

The soft fabric of her shirt rippled under his touch, the subtle ridges of her ribs teasing his fingertips, the gentle swells of her breasts taunting him from beneath the thin barrier of cotton.