Gon's Harem System
Chapter 181: In his room 4(18+)

Chapter 181: In his room 4(18+)

Gon’s grin widened as Lena tugged his hair, her silent demand pulling him back into her orbit.

Her thighs quivered against his shoulders, her breath a jagged rhythm that filled the small, heated room.

He slid his hand from her breast, letting his fingers trail down her stomach, feeling the faint tremor of her muscles under his touch.

His other hand stayed at her core, two fingers buried inside her, slick and warm, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her hips roll against him.

He pulled his fingers out briefly, just enough to tease her entrance again, circling it with a featherlight touch.

She whimpered, her grip tightening in his hair, and her legs parted wider, a plea in the motion.

"Gon," she breathed, her voice raw, edged with frustration and need.

He chuckled low against her thigh, the sound vibrating through her skin, and pressed his mouth back to the tender spot where her leg met her core.

His lips parted, and he sucked hard, drawing a faint bruise to the surface, marking her in the dim moonlight.

"Patience," he murmured, his breath hot and teasing as it fanned over her core.

He dipped his head lower, letting his tongue flick out, tasting the edge of her wetness, a quick, deliberate swipe that made her gasp.

Her hips bucked up, chasing his mouth, and he grinned, pulling back just enough to keep her on edge.

"You’re falling apart already," he said, voice a smooth taunt, "and I’ve barely started."

Her gray eyes flashed down at him, half-lidded and hazy, but there was a spark of defiance in them.

"Then start," she shot back, her tone sharp despite the tremble in it.

Her hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, urging him closer.

He obliged, lowering his mouth fully to her core, lips brushing her swollen folds before his tongue darted out again, this time slower, dragging along her length in a firm, wet stroke.

Lena’s moan ripped through the room, loud and unrestrained, her back arching off the cot as her thighs clamped tighter around his head.

He didn’t relent, his tongue working her now in earnest—long, languid licks that parted her folds, tasting her heat, followed by quick, teasing flicks against her clit.

Her wetness coated his lips, her scent filling his senses, sharp and intoxicating.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as she writhed, her body rocking into his mouth with desperate little thrusts.

"Gods, Gon," she gasped, her voice breaking, one hand flying back to clutch the blanket, the other tangling in his hair again.

He hummed against her core, the vibration pulling another sharp cry from her throat, and he sucked lightly on her clit, rolling it gently between his lips.

Her legs shook harder, her breath coming in short, frantic bursts, and he could feel her climbing, her body tensing under his tongue.

He pulled back for a moment, kissing her inner thigh again, letting her catch her breath.

"You taste better than I imagined," he said, voice low and rough, his fingers sliding back to her core.

He pushed two inside her again, deeper this time, curling them upward to stroke that sensitive spot within.

Her hips jerked, a loud moan spilling out, and he thrust his fingers faster, his thumb brushing her clit in tight, firm circles.

She was unraveling now, her moans turning to whimpers, her body a taut bowstring under his hands.

"Don’t—don’t stop," she pleaded, her voice a ragged whisper, her head tipping back as her chest heaved.

Her boobs bounced faintly with each shuddering breath, nipples hard and flushed in the moonlight.

He leaned up, capturing one in his mouth, sucking hard as his fingers kept their relentless pace at her core.

Her cry was sharp, almost a scream, and her walls clenched tight around his fingers, her wetness flooding his hand as she tipped over the edge.

He didn’t stop, riding her through it, his tongue swirling around her nipple, his fingers pumping slow and deep until her tremors faded and she slumped back against the cot, panting.

But he wasn’t done.

He rose up, shedding his pants in a quick, fluid motion, his rod springing free—hard, thick, and already glistening at the tip.

Lena’s eyes widened slightly, her breath still uneven, but a faint smirk tugged at her lips. "You’re not subtle," she murmured, her voice hoarse but teasing.

"Never claimed to be," he shot back, kneeling between her thighs again.

He gripped her hips, pulling her toward him until her legs draped over his, her core slick and open against the head of his rod.

He didn’t push in yet, just rubbed himself along her folds, slow and deliberate, letting her feel his heat, his hardness.

She moaned softly, her hands reaching for his chest, fingers splaying across his skin.

"Gon," she said, a question and a command in one, her hips tilting up to meet him.

He grinned, leaning down to kiss her—hard, messy, all teeth and tongue—before he guided himself to her entrance.

He pressed in slowly, just the tip at first, stretching her, and her breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"More," she whispered, her voice trembling with want.

He thrust forward, sinking into her fully, his rod filling her in one smooth, deep stroke.

She cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him tighter, and he groaned, the sound low and guttural as her heat enveloped him.

"You’re tight," he rasped, holding still for a moment, letting her adjust, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

Then he moved, pulling back slow before slamming back in, setting a rhythm—deep, steady thrusts that rocked the cot beneath them, its creaks loud in the small room.

Lena’s moans matched his pace, rising with each drive of his rod, her core clenching around him, wet and hot.

He shifted, angling his hips to hit that spot inside her again, and her eyes flew open, a sharp "Oh!" bursting from her lips.

He fondled her boobs with one hand, pinching her nipple as he thrust harder, faster, his rod plunging into her with a slick, relentless force.

Her legs tightened around him, her hips meeting his thrusts, grinding against him, chasing another peak.

"Gon—gods, yes," she gasped, her voice breaking, her nails raking down his back.

He felt her tighten again, her core pulsing around his rod, and he growled, his thrusts growing erratic as her second climax hit.

She screamed his name, her body shaking, her wetness soaking him, and it pushed him over.

He pulled out quickly, his rod throbbing as he sprayed all over her thighs.

His hips jerked once, twice, then stilled, his breath ragged against her neck.

The system chimed.

<woman conquered, +20xp>

They stayed like that, tangled and panting, the air thick with sweat and sex.

He kissed her jaw, soft now, and she laughed—breathless, sated. "You’re too much," she murmured, echoing his earlier words, her hands sliding lazy over his back.

"Worth it," he replied, grinning against her skin, and she didn’t argue, just pulled him closer.