Gon's Harem System
Chapter 80: Torturing Celia (18+)

Chapter 80: Torturing Celia (18+)

Gon’s fingers continued to trace lazy circles across the supple flesh of her buttocks, the softness of her skin an alluring contrast to the strength of his own hands.

As he massaged, his mind drifted, lost in the pure pleasure of the moment, the warmth of her body seeping into him like a slow burn, a sensation that went far beyond mere physical contact.

He marveled at the perfection of her form, his hands gliding effortlessly over her curves, his touch tender and reverential, as if worshipping at the altar of her beauty.

As the moment stretched on, Gon’s boldness grew, his fingers creeping towards the crevice that separated her cheeks, the sensitive area where her skin was warm and inviting.

With slow, deliberate movements, he let his fingers slip between her buttocks, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

Her breath quickened, her skin prickling with goosebumps as she surrendered to the sensation, allowing him to explore her most intimate places.

With every passing moment, Gon’s exploration of her intimate regions became bolder, his fingers delving deeper into her warmth, the moist heat of her core pulsing around his touch like a rhythmic tide.

As his hands moved with increasing confidence, his fingers caressing the delicate folds of her most sensitive areas, her moans grew more insistent, the sounds escaping her lips, a song that sang of ecstasy and desire.

His touch, though gentle, was relentless, a steady, rhythmic dance that teased and taunted, pushing her ever closer to the edge of her control.

Gon’s fingers, now slick with her moisture, danced across her folds, the heat and wetness of her arousal saturating the fabric, each movement sending a delicious shiver through her body.

Her reactions to his touch were a symphony of desire, her moans and gasps a chorus that sang to his senses, urging him on, coaxing him deeper into the tangled web of pleasure that they had woven together.

Celia’s moans became a desperate plea, her voice hoarse with desire as her body trembled with the effort of keeping itself upright.

"Mmmnn," she moaned, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she writhed against his touch, her mind losing itself in the delirious haze of pleasure.

The delicate web of his fingers continued to dance across her core, each stroke pushing her closer to the brink of oblivion, her body now a taut bow, strung so tightly that it seemed ready to snap at the slightest touch.

With each delicate touch, each teasing stroke, Celia’s legs became weaker, their shaky resistance faltering as her body gave itself over to the powerful sensations that pulsed through her veins.

The tingles that raced across her skin were a tide of pleasure, washing over her like a wave, each shiver a testament to the sheer power of Gon’s touch, each moan a surrender to the exquisite torment that he inflicted upon her.

With a boldness that was born of desire, Gon plunged his fingers deeper still, his touch penetrating the thin fabric that separated them, his digits plunging into the wetness that awaited him.

Celia gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily as his fingers delved into her core, his touch coaxing moans of ecstasy from her lips.

Gon’s fingers worked with a skill and precision that belied his inexperience, their motions a wave of pleasure that reverberated through her body, the heat of his touch kindling a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole.

With deft precision, Gon’s fingers began to explore the folds of Celia’s inner core, their movements gentle yet insistent as they traced a path along the delicate skin of her vulva.

His touch lingered for a moment on the sensitive nub of her clitoris, his fingers dancing across the area with a teasing rhythm that made her hips buck and writhe with desire.

The combination of his touch and her increasing arousal left her trembling and panting, her mind a maelstrom of sensation, her body aflame with a hunger that only he could satisfy.

Celia’s moans grew in intensity, their sound a litany of pleasure and need that filled the air around them.

As her fingers dug into the fabric of Gon’s shoulder, her grip tightening with each stroke of his fingers, her voice trembled with each thrust, the words "Uhmm...Ahhh" a plea for more, a demand that he take her to the edge of ecstasy.

Celia’s body trembled as the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body built to a crescendo, each movement of Gon’s fingers sending ripples of pleasure radiating through her core.

Her legs, weak and trembling with desire, no longer able to support her weight, gave way, causing her to sag against Gon’s body, her arms wrapping around his neck as she sought support and solace in his touch.

Gon, emboldened by the thrill of exploring new territories, nodded towards the desk and uttered, "Let’s go there."

His voice was steady, his gaze unwavering as he watched Celia’s expression transform from one of confusion to excitement, her eyes alight with a mischievous gleam that spoke of a shared curiosity.

The pleasure coursing through Celia’s body was like a symphony, each note rising and falling in perfect harmony as she allowed her body to become one with Gon’s touch.

His words fell on deaf ears, lost in the torrent of sensation that had claimed her, but his intent was clear.

She offered a single nod, her eyes closed, her body attuned to the rhythm of his movements as he carried her towards the desk.

Gon smirked, his eyes dancing with a devilish mischief as he guided Celia towards the desk, his grip on her arm firm yet gentle, as if leading a lamb to the slaughter.

When they reached the desk, he guided her hands, placing them upon the smooth surface of the wood, the coolness of the material a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies.

His hands then moved to her hips, gently guiding her towards the edge of the desk, coaxing her to lean backwards, her body tilted backwards in an act of submission and trust.

"There," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, as he eased Celia into position against the desk. "At least now I won’t have to worry about your legs giving out and us both toppling onto the floor."

His lips brushed against hers, the kiss a fleeting tease that lingered on her skin, a promise of what was yet to come.

Celia, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire, smiled coyly, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as she swayed ever so slightly, the flames of passion threatening to consume her.

Gon’s lips met Celia’s with fervot, his hands growing increasingly bold as he raised the hem of her gown, exposing the silky smoothness of her thighs.

His fingers, now emboldened by desire, delved beneath the fabric, teasing and exploring the tender flesh of her inner thighs, their touch an insistent plea that begged for more, his hands seeking the apex of her pleasure with a determined hunger.

Celia’s moans were a sultry refrain, her voice rising and falling in time with Gon’s skilled touch.

Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed against her thighs, her body shivering with anticipation as he drew ever closer to the core of her pleasure.

"Ohhh... Uhmm~" she moaned, her hips shifting restlessly against the desk, her body aching for the release that his touch promised.

Celia’s body trembled with anticipation, her movements becoming increasingly erratic as Gon continued to tease and torment her sensitive flesh.

His hands, now possessive and demanding, delved deeper, exploring every inch of her inner thighs with a slow, deliberate precision that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body.

She jerked and gasped, her breath coming in ragged gasps as his touch pushed her ever closer to the edge of her control, her body a slave to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her.

As Gon’s lips traced a sensual path across Celia’s neck, the sharp gasp that escaped her lips was a testament to the fiery passion that his touch ignited within her.

With each teasing suck, each possessive bite, her breath quickened, her body growing more and more aroused as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

"Ah!" she cried out, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as her hips rose to meet his touch, her voice a heady mix of pleasure and need

Unknown to Gon, his seduction of Celia was guided by the unseen hand of the System, his every movement and touch perfectly calculated to maximize her pleasure.

The System, with its vast knowledge of human anatomy and psychology, was molding him into a master of seduction.

he was slowly mastering the female body and was becoming very good at making women feel pleasure.

And as his touch continued to explore her body, Celia found herself drowning in a sea of pleasure, the waves of ecstasy crashing against her with increasing intensity, her cries of pleasure growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment.