Chapter 283 Prelude To The First II [Slightly NSFW]

Despite the fact that Eliza was asking him a question, the young hero's full attention had been drawn to her cleavage and the fact that he could almost see her nipples from his position.

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Doing what?"

Eliza replied to his question with a question of her own, tilting her head slightly to the side and looking at him with a questioning gaze holding hints of confusion.

The boy noticed a bead of sweat slowly flow down from her neck and down into her cleavage, with his brow twitching in annoyance as he spoke to the spirit on Eliza's lap.

"Kuro, excuse us.

And make sure Kayla stays with Amy till tomorrow morning."

The cat-shaped spirit instantly got the hint and jumped off onto the ground, melding into the shadow of the couch and moving towards the next room where Pride was with Amy and Kayla.

"Huh? Why did yo-!"

Eliza could not finish her question as Evan abruptly leaned forward, causing her who was leaning on him to temporarily lose her balance and fall back onto the couch.

Before she could even fully react, his left hand moved with the full force of his C+ agility stat, capturing both her wrists and pinning them down on the armrest of the couch above her head.

He then sat up on one knee and put his other hand on the back of the couch behind Eliza's head. He leaned in close to her, leaving her with little to no room to escape.

Their bodies weren't too close, but their faces were so close that their breath intertwined, and if he leaned in just a little, their noses would bump.

Evan was close enough to see that the long eyelashes that rimmed Eliza's wide, sapphire eyes were quivering slightly.

"…did you just get comfortable with me, enough to lower your guard around me like this?

Or you're doing this on purpose?

I'm thinking it's the latter, though."

"…w-what are you talking about?"

Hearing the questions she was asked, the girl held her breath in silence for a moment, replying the moment after with a slightly shaky voice, while averting her eyes.

However, Evan simply forced her gaze back to him and opened his mouth to speak.

"Hey, Liz…"

As Evan spoke, his right hand moved and grabbed a few strands of her hair that was spread across the sheets like a flowing river of gold, bringing it up to his lips while staring right into her eyes.

"…do you understand exactly how you look right now?"

After asking that question, Evan dropped the hair in his hand and reached out to her lips, tracing them with his thumb, before slowly moving his gaze down from her lips, with his right hand following suit.

The boy made no attempt to hide the desire in his eyes as they trailed down her body, his hand being an indicator of where his gaze currently rested, moving from her peach-like light pink lips, to her fair neckline, before trailing down her to her chest.

Something about the slight smirk that flashed on his handsome face stuck a chord within Eliza and caused her breaths to slowly grow erratic as she watched Evan slide his palm in between her breasts.

Although his hand lingered in between the two mounds of flesh for a while, that was not the final stop as his palm slowly slithered out from her bosom and moved down to her flat stomach.

No words were exchanged between them as the boy's hand went lower, sliding across her thin waist and over to the right side of her thigh at the last moment, causing the girl to let out a breath of relief she didn't even know she was holding.

However, the grin that appeared on Evan's face right after made her realize that she had celebrated a bit too soon as the boy's palm slowly slid over to the inner part of her thigh, before beginning to move upwards at a snail's pace.

His gaze returned to her face while his hand remained where it was, with the girl meeting his eyes and seeing the mirth within them. However, there was something else mingled in his gaze, and it was so intense that it took every ounce of her self-control not to look away from him.

Perhaps seeing as she didn't avert her gaze, despite her flushed face, Evan stopped moving his hand as his eyes widened in slight surprise.

He licked his lips slowly and then his gaze travelled across her body, like he was trying to decide just exactly what to do with her.

He didn't move for what seemed like an agonizingly long time. The two just remained there, motionless on the couch, their gazes locked on each other. He then slowly leaned forward, bringing his face closer to hers and stopping at a distance so close that their breaths intertwined.

Eliza's light-pink lips trembled, and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Her face was flushed, and she was taking shallow, timid breaths.

She appeared nervous, as if she was preparing for some kind of impact, but her lips looked soft and sweet. She seemed simultaneously innocent and alluring, a contradiction that made it hard for Evan to look away.

The boy understood what her actions meant, and that was what made it all the more captivating.

This sight of her aroused both his desire to tease her and the urge to make her his right that instant, with the former, surprisingly being higher at this time.

'She made me wait this long, it's fine to mess with her a bit.'

With that thought, he shifted his head as he leaned forward, planting a light kiss on her cheek before speaking with a sultry voice, with his breath tickling her ear and sending a wave of heat radiating across her body.

However, the words he spoke were like water poured to douse the flames that had begun burning within her.

"Didn't I tell you I was saving it for when I get a 'yes'. "