Gon's Harem System
Chapter 135: i can feel your excitement (18+)

Chapter 135: i can feel your excitement (18+)

Gon stood in the dim kitchen, the firelight flickering across the cook’s trembling form.

He took a moment to really look at her, his eyes tracing her from head to toe, she wasn’t flashy like the noblewomen upstairs, no jewels or silks, but there was something about her, simple, honest, attractive in a quiet way.

Her face was soft, round at the cheeks with a faint flush from the heat of the hearth, her nose was small, a little upturned, and her lips were full, parted slightly as she breathed too fast.

Her eyes, big and hazel, shimmered with nervous tears, framed by dark lashes that fluttered when she blinked, her braid hung loose, strands of brown hair slipping free, curling against her neck where sweat glistened.

Her body was sturdy, built for work, broad shoulders sloped into arms thickened from kneading dough and hauling pots.

Her waist was soft, not cinched like the ladies in corsets, but curved gently under her apron, the dress she wore was plain, grayish-brown, clinging to her hips where they flared wide.

Her chest heaved under the fabric, full and heavy, straining the seams as she fidgeted, her legs were hidden, but he imagined them strong, steady from hours on her feet.

She was no delicate flower, raw, practical beauty, like a well-worn tool still sharp enough to cut.

He stepped closer, voice low. "You said anything. You really mean that?"

She froze, her hands twisting in her apron, her eyes darted to the floor, then back to him, hesitation written all over her face.

A shaky breath escaped her, and after a long pause, she whispered, "Yes."

It was barely audible, but it was enough.

Gon tilted his head, glancing toward the door. "Anyone coming to the kitchen anytime soon?"

She shook her head fast, braid swaying. "No. Not this late. It’s just me, us, ’til morning."

Her voice cracked, but she didn’t back away.

"Good," he said, nodding toward the door. "Lock it."

Her eyes widened, but she obeyed, stumbling over her own feet as she crossed the room.

The heavy wooden bolt slid into place with a dull thunk, sealing them in, she turned back, hands clasped tight, waiting.

Gon beckoned her with a lazy curl of his fingers. "Come here."

She hesitated again, then shuffled forward, stopping just within reach.

He didn’t wait, his hand snaked out, cupping her chin, tilting her face up, then he kissed her, it wasn’t gentle, his lips pressed hard against hers, hungry, claiming.

She stiffened at first, a small gasp slipping out, but she didn’t pull away, her mouth was warm, tasting faintly of salt and bread, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing hers until she softened against him.

His hands slid down, finding her chest, he cupped her breasts through the rough fabric, squeezing firmly.

They were heavy in his palms, soft yet firm, spilling over his fingers as he kneaded them, she moaned, a low, unsteady sound that vibrated against his lips.

Her hands hovered in the air, unsure, before settling lightly on his arms, not pushing, just holding on, he pressed harder, thumbs circling where he felt her nipples harden beneath the dress, and she moaned again, louder this time, her breath hitching.

The sound lit a fire in him, she was his now, caught in his grip, and he wasn’t stopping.

The kitchen’s heat wrapped around them as Gon’s hands roamed her chest, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breasts through her dress.

She moaned, a string of shaky sounds spilling from her lips, each one louder than the last, her head tipped back slightly, eyes half-closed, caught in the rhythm of his touch.

He kneaded harder, feeling the weight of her in his palms, the way her body seemed to yield to him, her breaths came fast, ragged, and her moans filled the quiet, bouncing off the stone walls.

His hand slid lower, brushing down her stomach until it grazed her crotch, just a quick touch, but enough, he felt the dampness seeping through the fabric, warm and unmistakable.

She was wet, her body already giving in, he smirked against her mouth, then pulled back from the kiss, leaving her lips parted and glistening. "You’re excited," he said, voice low and rough. "I can tell. Your body’s betraying you, can’t hide that."

Her eyes flicked open, wide and startled, a flush creeping up her neck.

She didn’t deny it, just stood there, trembling under his gaze, her chest still heaving from his earlier groping.

He tilted his head, curious now. "When’s the last time you did anything like this? Anything sexual?"

She swallowed hard, her voice small when it finally came. "It’s... it’s been a while."

She looked away, ashamed maybe, but her hips shifted slightly, like she couldn’t help it. "Months. Longer, maybe."

Gon grinned, satisfied with that. "Good to know."

He didn’t waste time, his mouth found hers again, kissing her deep and messy, tongue sliding against hers, his hands went back to her breasts, squeezing, rolling them under the fabric until her moans started up again, muffled against his lips.

She was putty now, all resistance gone, just a soft, willing shape in his grip.

He wanted more, his fingers tugged at the neckline of her dress, pulling it down with a rough yank.

The fabric stretched, then gave, slipping below her chest, her breasts spilled out, bare in the firelight, full and round, pale with a faint sheen of sweat.

Dark nipples stood stiff, puckered from the cool air or maybe from how he’d been working her, he paused, taking them in, admiring the way they sat heavy on her frame, the slight curve where they met her ribs.

They were perfect in their simplicity, unpolished but real, bouncing a little as she breathed.

"Damn," he muttered, almost to himself, eyes locked on them.

His hands followed, cupping them again, skin on skin this time, they were warm, softer without the dress in the way, and he squeezed, thumbs brushing over her nipples.

She gasped, a sharp little sound, and he did it again, watching her face twist with it, her moans came steady now, a quiet chorus as he fondled her, rolling the flesh between his fingers, testing how much she could take.

She didn’t stop him, didn’t even try, her hands gripped his arms, holding on like she needed the anchor, and her body arched into his touch, chasing it.

The dampness he’d felt earlier was still there, a secret between her thighs, but he stayed focused on her chest for now, lost in the feel of her.