Gon's Harem System
Chapter 79: Celia let’s go of her inhibitions.

Chapter 79: Celia let’s go of her inhibitions.

It seemed that women really enjoyed kissing. It could really get them going and make them feel excited and turned on.

Gon could tell that Celia was really into it, and it was making her more and more excited as they kissed.

Gon decided to see how far he could take things with Celia.

He had already kissed her, and he wanted to see if she would be willing to do more.

He knew that she was enjoying their kisses, and he wanted to see if she would be open to doing other things

He slowly moved his hand down her body, feeling the curve of her waist and the smooth skin of her hips.

He wanted to see if she would be comfortable with him touching her more intimately.

Then he moved his hands upwards.

Gon’s hand continued its deliberate journey down Celia’s body, each inch of exposed skin a tantalizing promise of unexplored territory.

His fingers finally came to rest on her breasts, their roundness and fullness a delightful contrast to the firmness of his grip.Celia’s breath hitched, her body trembling slightly beneath his touch.

It was a subtle, almost imperceptible change, but Gon recognized the signs of arousal, and he could feel the warmth of her body against his skin.

Gon held his hand still against Celia’s breasts, not quite gripping, but not quite releasing either. It was a delicate balance, a test to see how far she would let him go.

Her body remained tensed beneath him, every breath held in anticipation of what might come next.

There was no tension in Celia’s body however as Gon continued to kiss her.

Their lips locked in a passionate embrace, her hands roving across his chest and back, pulling him closer and tighter.

She was lost in the moment, her inhibitions fading into the background of her mind, replaced by a growing need for more

Gon, emboldened by Celia’s receptiveness to his touch, squeezed her left breast in his palm, kneading the flesh as he continued to explore her body

As Gon’s grip tightened on Celia’s breast, she gasped "Ahh" , a sharp inhalation of breath that was equal parts surprise and pleasure.

The sensation of his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breast sent a wave of heat coursing through her body, her back arching in response to his touch

His touch was becoming more intense, more demanding, and she could feel herself teetering on the edge of surrender.

Her lips parted, her voice a breathless whisper as she begged him for more, her body trembling with need.

"Uhmm..." Celia gasped again

As Gon squeezed harder, Celia’s eyes suddenly flew open, her breath catching in her throat as she suddenly seemed to become aware of the situation.

The haze of passion that had clouded her mind was clearing, leaving behind a dawning realization of what had transpired between them, and who it had happened with.

Her gaze met Gon’s, the intensity of her stare brimming with a mixture of confusion and desire.

She couldn’t deny the undeniable pleasure that had flooded her body, but now, in this moment of clarity, she had to confront the reality of what they were doing.

Celia pushed Gon away, breaking the intimacy of their embrace in one swift motion.

Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her gaze searching his face for answers. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice shaking with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. "We can’t do this!"Gon, caught off guard by her sudden change in demeanor, could only stare back in stunned silence.

His body still thrummed with desire, but the urgency of Celia’s protest had thrown him into a state of confusion.

You mean what were we doing? Gon replied. His eyes bore into Celia’s, probing for any sign that the embers of desire still lingered.

And there it was, a faint glow of passion that flickered beneath the surface of her resolve.

Her breath still came in hurried gasps, betraying the urgency that still coursed through her veins

Celia’s protest was as much a denial of her own desires as it was an affirmation of her principles. "No," she insisted, shaking her head with renewed resolve. "This shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake."

Gon’s face fell, his voice taking on a desperate plea. "But we were enjoying it," he protested, the ache of unfulfilled passion lingering in his tone.

"If it was something we were enjoying, then why shouldn’t we continue?" He asked, his voice softening as he attempted to soothe her concerns.

Celia’s eyes narrowed, a stubborn glint flashing through their depths. "Because it shouldn’t have happened," she said, her voice hardening. "It’s not proper."

As Gon stood up from the bed, he tried to reason with Celia, hoping to convince her of the merits of their spontaneous encounter. "There’s nothing improper about what we shared," he said, his voice taking on a more persuasive tone. "You enjoyed kissing me as much as I enjoyed kissing you. Why deny ourselves something that makes us feel good? Why fight it?"

Though Celia’s instincts cautioned her against giving in to Gon’s advances, the truth of his words stirred a potent mixture of desire and uncertainty within her.

It had indeed been quite some time since she had last experienced such a rush of excitement, such a thrilling burst of passion.

And the intensity of their kiss had awoken a fire within her that threatened to consume any reservations she might have about indulging in this taboo attraction.

Celia’s stunning beauty, coupled with the air of independence and confidence she carried, often intimidated potential suitors.

As a successful woman in her field, men assumed that she was already in a committed relationship or, at the very least, uninterested in romantic entanglements.

While her career brought her great satisfaction, it also led to feelings of loneliness and yearning that she kept buried deep within her soul.

And now, with Gon’s heated gaze upon her, she felt those long-dormant desires begin to stir.

Celia’s mind waged a war with her body, the rational part of her intellect fighting a losing battle against the raw, primal hunger that had been reawakened by Gon’s kiss.

Her pulse quickened, her breath grew heavy, and the heat between her thighs became almost unbearable.

Each moment that passed only served to strengthen the resolve of her primal instincts, the desire for Gon’s touch overpowering her apprehension.

Despite her mind’s protests, her body ached for his embrace, for the warmth of his skin against hers.

"Come on, Celia," Gon whispered, his voice low and gentle. "You know you want to kiss me."

He took a step closer, his heat radiating toward her like a siren’s call. "Just one more kiss, and then you can decide what to do after that."

Celia swallowed hard, her gaze riveted to Gon’s lips.

She could feel the insistent pull of her desire, a hunger that thrummed through her veins like a primal drumbeat.

With a guttural groan, she cast aside any lingering doubts, her resolve faltering under the weight of her longing.

She stepped closer to him, her body trembling with a restless energy that cried out for release.

And as their bodies collided, their lips met in a torrid embrace that ignited the flames of their shared passion.

As their lips met in a fiery collision, Gon’s hands cupped Celia’s face with a tender yet possessive touch.

His fingers delved into her hair, grabbing it softly.

As Gon’s mouth claimed hers with a raw, untamed fervor, Celia surrendered to the dizzying rush of sensation that coursed through her body.

Her moan was a low, throaty sound that reverberated against his lips, a primal expression of the surrender that was taking hold of her.

Gon’s hands explored her body with an unbridled passion, his fingertips trailing over her curves with a reverent touch.

And as she yielded to him, her resolve faltered, the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface finally erupting into a full-fledged flame.

Celia’s body molded to Gon’s, their curves melding together in a seamless fusion of desire.

As she leaned into him, the warmth of her breasts pressed against his chest, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through them both.

Gon’s hands traveled lower, tracing the supple curves of her waist with a tantalizing touch.

His fingers danced across her skin, teasing and coaxing her flesh with a fiery intent that left her breathless.

His hands lingered for a moment, savoring the delicate firmness of her waist before gradually venturing lower.

His fingertips traced the contours of her hips, teasing the sensitive skin at the base of her spine.

And then, with a sudden boldness that caught her off guard, he cupped her buttocks, kneading the supple flesh with a possessive grasp that sent a jolt of electricity through her body.

Uhmmm~ Her moan was a sultry sound, husky and deep, that spurred him on even further.