Gon's Harem System
Chapter 158: Shut up (18+)

Chapter 158: Shut up (18+)

She didn’t pull away.

Her body molded to his, firm and searingly hot through their clothes, her breath stuttering in her throat as she nipped his lower lip, hard, a deliberate dare that stung.

"Still a fraud," she hissed into his mouth, her voice trembling with spite, half-lost in the messy press of their lips.

He grinned against her, the edge of his teeth grazing her as his hand slid up her side, fingers brushing the swell of her ribs through the taut fabric of her dress.

"Keep dreaming," he rasped, voice rough with heat, and dove back in, deeper this time, his tongue sweeping past hers to silence her next taunt.

Her moan, a low, grudging "mmph," rumbled against his mouth, vibrating through him, it lit a fire in his gut, spurring him on.

Her free hand roamed his chest, nails scraping through the thick weave of his tunic, leaving faint trails of heat that prickled his skin.

She pushed again, not to break free, but to steer him, he let her take the lead for a moment, stumbling backward until his shoulders hit the wall with a solid thud.

The wood groaned under the impact, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway, she pressed in fast, pinning him there, her lips relentless, hungry.

He took it for a beat, letting her feel the upper hand, tasting the power she thought she had, then flipped them in one swift move, spinning her so her back crashed against the paneling instead.

She gasped, "ah!", a quick, sharp sound that cut through the air, her glare flashing up at him, fierce and unyielding, but her hands stayed locked on him, fingers digging into his shoulders, tugging him closer.

"You think you’re hot shit now?" she panted, her voice rough around the edges, laced with spite and something rawer, something that cracked her polished shell.

Her fingers twisted into his hair, yanking hard enough to sting his scalp, a jolt that shot down his spine.

He smirked, leaning in until their foreheads pressed together, breaths mixing in the tight space between them, hot and fast.

"I know I am," he said, his tone steady, smug, and gripped her hip, fingers digging into the curve of her flesh.

He had mana now, power she couldn’t grasp pulsing through him, he’d make her feel every bit of it, here, now.

Her dress bunched under his hand as he shifted, pressing his rod, already stiffening, straining against his pants, against her thigh, the friction sending a sharp jolt through his core, tightening his grip.

Lyssia’s eyes blazed, a storm of defiance and heat, she didn’t shove him off.

Instead, she pulled him down, her hand in his hair guiding him as she kissed him again, slow and deep this time, her tongue sliding against his with deliberate intent.

He tasted wine on her breath, faint and sharp, mixed with the edge of her defiance, he groaned, "ngh," low in his throat, matching her pace, letting the kiss drag out.

His hand moved, hiking her leg up to hook around his hip, the weight of it settling against him.

Her heel dug into his calf, anchoring her there, her dress rode higher with the motion, the hem sliding up to expose the smooth expanse of her thigh.

The hallway was theirs now, just the sound of their breaths, her soft "mm" as he pressed his hips harder against her, the faint creak of the floorboards bending under their shifting weight.

He broke away, his lips trailing along the line of her jaw, rough and deliberate, then down her neck, teeth scraping lightly over her pulse point where it thudded fast beneath her skin.

She tilted her head back against the wall, baring her throat to him, a moan, "ohh," slipped out, unbidden, as he bit down, not hard enough to leave a lasting mark, but enough to make her feel it, to draw that sound from her.

Her grip in his hair tightened, steering him with a tug, she muttered, "Not bad, for a fluke," her voice cracking, fraying at the edges.

He chuckled against her skin, "heh," the sound humming between them, warm and taunting, and sucked lightly at her collarbone, teasing the sensitive spot.

She gasped again, "hah!", sharper this time, her nails raking his scalp in retaliation, a spark that shot straight to his rod, making it twitch against her.

Gon pulled back just enough to take her in, his hands still firm on her.

Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her lips parted and swollen from their clash, her eyes dark with heat slicing through the anger that had started this.

She stared back, still defiant, her chest rising and falling fast, daring him to keep going.

He didn’t wait, his fingers moved to the laces of her dress, attacking them with quick, sure pulls, loosening the ties until the fabric gaped open across her chest.

She didn’t stop him, shrugged the sleeves down herself with a sharp jerk, revealing pale shoulders and the curve of her breasts spilling over the edge of her undergarments.

His hands followed the path, rough palms sliding over her bare skin, cupping her firmly, thumbs brushing her nipples through the thin cloth.

She moaned, "mmn!", arching her back into his touch, pressing herself into his hands, he grinned, peeling the fabric lower to bare her fully, exposing her to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

"Still think I’m nothing?" Gon murmured, his voice low and taunting as he rolled a nipple between his fingers, slow and deliberate, watching her face for every crack.

Lyssia’s glare faltered, splintering into a shaky "ahh" that slipped out as he pinched lightly, her body jerking against the wall.

Her skin was hot under his touch, her breast soft yet firm in his palm, he could feel her pulse racing beneath it.

"Shut up," she growled, her voice rough with defiance, yanking him back to her mouth with a fist in his hair, kissing him hard enough to bruise.