Tris looked at —
Her eyes lingering, uncertain, yet filled with sothing I couldn’t ignore.
That gaze... it wasn’t just simple eye contact.
It carried weight, and it was sothing unsaid.
It lingered with hesitation, but also a fragile sense of longing—like she was teetering on the edge of revealing sothing she’d held in for far too long.
There was sothing in those eyes for —sothing soft and aching.
Affection, maybe. Or perhaps... hope.
"I-Is that okay with you, Leon?" she asked in a voice that trembled with raw insecurity. "Do you even want soone like ? I don’t compare to any of your girls..."
Her voice quivered, barely above a whisper.
"I’m plain. I don’t have any real appeal. I’m not sexy... and I’m definitely not busty..."
She looked down at herself, a mix of embarrassnt and self-consciousness in her eyes. Her words, as blunt as they were, weren’t wrong.
Tris wasn’t stunning by any popular standard. She didn’t walk into a room and make heads turn. But she had a quiet charm, a soft prettiness that didn’t scream for attention but gently pulled at you instead.
Not beautiful—but pretty.
And to , that was more than enough.
Because beauty? That was surface-level. A distraction.
Sothing people thought mattered more than it actually did. But when it ca down to it, the heart... that was what truly held weight. That’s what made soone stay.
So, if she wanted to give her love, I wasn’t going to turn her away.
I wasn’t about to deprive her of the affection she was so timidly offering.
In fact... sowhere along the way, I had co to like this oddball fujoshi girl. The sa girl who wouldn’t shut the hell up about tying two guys together in all the wild scenarios her brain could imagine.
She was an absolute handful. She had even written a damn novel about her fantasies. And her characters were based on and Johanne.
If that wasn’t just a little bit unhinged, I honestly didn’t know what else was.
And yet... she was kind. Selfless. The kind of person who’d throw herself into the fire if it ant freeing soone else from their chains. She was soone who could be annoying and chaotic, yet also beautiful in the ways that truly mattered.
A good friend... and, I had no doubt, soone who could be a good woman to too.
Soone I needed.
"I don’t think it really matters," I said, my tone calm but steady. "I like all kinds of girls. And besides, I’m pretty sure I said this before—or at least ntioned it..."
I looked her in the eye.
"You’re pretty. And it doesn’t matter what your body proportions are. Honestly, having a little bit of flab? I like it. Gives sothing to hold onto... sothing I can use as love handles."
Tris’s cheeks flushed.
"I-I don’t know if I appreciate those complints," she mumbled, flustered, eyes shifting to the side. "But... thanks anyway."
I smiled.
"Well... what I’m trying to say is..." I took a slow step forward.
Her eyes widened slightly, confused as I closed the distance between us.
Then, without warning, I reached out—fingers gently cupping her chin—and leaned in.
Our lips t.
"Mmmpphh!?"
She gasped into the kiss, clearly not expecting it.
At first, she tensed. Her hands twitched at her sides, uncertain whether to push or pull—but gradually, she relaxed. Her body softened, and she gave in to .
But then... she started pulling away again.
It wasn’t resistance. Not rejection.
She just couldn’t breathe.
A mont later, she broke free from the kiss, gasping hard.
"Puhah~!!!"
She exhaled like she had just surfaced from underwater.
"Fufufu... You have to breathe through your nose, Tris," Johanne giggled softly, watching the scene with amusent. "So you don’t run out of air. Like this—watch."
Without hesitation, Johanne grabbed , pulling close. Her lips crashed into mine.
Her tongue darted past my lips, swirling inside my mouth, licking every corner, greedily slurping at my saliva like she was drinking sothing sweet and forbidden.
And then, slowly, she pulled away.
A thin, wet strand of saliva stretched between our lips—glimring in the light—until it snapped.
"L-Like this?" Tris asked, her voice now laced with both nervousness and excitent.
She leaned in again—this ti, it was her who kissed .
And this ti, she pushed her tongue into my mouth, her movents slow but curious. She was exploring.
I responded, matching her rhythm, slurping at her tongue gently, savoring her.
When she pulled away, a delicate strand of saliva clung between us—almost shy and almost innocent.
"Yes... just like that," Johanne said, nodding approvingly. "But you can also go a bit deeper—like this."
Once again, she pulled to her lips, and this ti her tongue moved wildly—fast, deep, and wet.
Slurping sounds echoed with every heated motion.
"Like this?"
It was Tris’s turn again, and now, emboldened, she dove into the kiss with a new intensity.
She mirrored Johanne’s technique—her tongue darting fast, hungry, and eager. There was still an awkwardness to her movents, but it was endearing. She was trying, and improving fast.
Then, Johanne moved behind .
This ti, she wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her soft breasts against my back.
"Do it at this angle, Tris. I’ll work from behind," Johanne whispered, her voice sultry.
"O-Okay... slurppp~..." Tris said as she briefly pulled away, then imdiately leaned forward again, her lips crashing into mine, tongue slipping back inside.
As Tris kissed from the front, Johanne’s warm body pressed against from behind. She leaned close, her lips trailing along the nape of my neck, before her tongue darted out to lick there with slow, sensual strokes.
Their tongues moved together—one in front and one behind—both lapping at , teasing and devouring.
Johanne’s hands slid up under my shirt, fingers finding my nipples. She rubbed them gently, playfully, while her tongue continued dancing on my neck.
And then, without pause, she pulled my shirt up—over my chest, past my head—until I was bare from the waist up.
Now completely exposed, I felt the heat between the three of us intensify.
It was thick and electric.
Before long, we were all on the bed. Tris and Johanne positioned themselves on all fours, their backs arched, their asses lifted high toward .
"Leon..."
"Leon..."
They both whispered my na at the sa ti, voices dripping with anticipation as they looked back, wiggling their hips.
Two completely different asses, now swaying right in front of —
I swallowed hard.
They were both facing .
And I had no idea which one to touch first.
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