I pressed my lips into the softness of her stomach, giving it the deepest, slowest kiss I could muster.
My breath brushed against her skin, and I felt her stomach yield gently under the weight of my lips, the warmth radiating through even the thin layer of cloth.
It was softer than I’d imagined.
It was warm, delicate, and almost fragile beneath my touch.
"Mmm..." she let out a low, breathy moan, so faint it seed to vibrate against my mouth rather than reach my ears.
Even though cloth still covered her, I could sense the smoothness that lay underneath. It was like touching silk through thin paper. But it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t truly feel the heat of her skin or the faint tremor of her muscles.
"Do you want to lick it directly?" she asked softly, voice low and tinged with sothing between teasing and shy invitation.
I didn’t give her an answer—neither yes nor no—only silence. But it was the kind of silence that spoke on its own because it was heavy and suggestive. A single heartbeat passed, and she chose to take my quiet as agreent. Slowly, carefully, she lifted the hem of her shirt, exposing her bare stomach to the open air.
The sight almost pulled the breath from my chest.
Her stomach looked impossibly soft, like velvet stretched gently over subtle curves. It drew my gaze, beckoning closer, until I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned forward, my mouth parting, and my tongue brushed against her exposed skin.
"Mnnn...!" she moaned again, sharper this ti. It was a tiny tremor running through her belly under my lips at the sudden wetness of my tongue.
A slight shiver danced across her skin, and I felt it ripple under my mouth, surprising for just a second. But it only made want to do it more.
"You can go lower if you want," Gabrielle whispered, her words nearly catching in her throat as if she herself hesitated.
Lower. Deeper. Down to the place that pulled at both curiosity and desire.
Her navel.
It was small, delicately shaped, with the slightest outward curve that made it almost beg to be tasted. My breath caught for a heartbeat, and then I lowered my mouth again, my tongue pressing gently into the dip, swirling around it in slow circles.
"Hgnnnaa...~" she moaned, the sound breaking from her lips as her body reacted to the sensation.
I glanced up, my eyes eting hers. She was looking down at , eyes half-lidded, lips parted slightly, her cheeks tinted with heat.
The way she watched while I licked her navel made sothing tighten deep inside my chest.
Then, her voice ca out again, barely above a whisper.
"L-Lower..."
Lower still. Past the navel. Past the last bit of exposed skin before the cloth began again.
It wasn’t a bad idea. It would an licking her down there and tasting even more of her. The thought alone made my heart beat faster, my mouth feel dry.
But...
"We should save that for a later date," I told her.
She seed disappointed—her lips pressed together with her eyes softening—but she nodded, accepting it without a word.
After spending a little longer with her, letting the quiet settle back in, I finally rose to my feet and decided to head to Leonamon Hospital.
***
Today wasn’t just any day. It was the day that Juna—Zeruel and Selene’s mother—would finally be discharged. After weeks of watchful care, checking and rechecking that the pill she had taken hadn’t left behind unseen scars, today was the day she could go ho.
It was hard to believe there were no lingering effects at all.
After all, she had woken from a coma that lasted almost two years. It was a coma induced by being the first to ever take that pill, crafted from my sperm because of its powerful life force. Everyone had feared consequences, included, like a weakened heart, lost mories, or worse.
But instead, she had woken as if pulled gently from a long sleep, her body seemingly untouched by the years.
When I arrived at the hospital, Zeruel and Selene were already there, waiting by the door.
"Oh, L-Leon... Hi..." Zeruel’s voice faltered, her face turning pink as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her hand almost trembling.
She was stunning like that. The small gesture sohow made her even more beautiful. It was an elegant contrast to the raw mories of the lewd things we’d done just the day before.
She tried to compose herself, but the blush refused to leave her cheeks. The air between us felt warm and charged.
"Hello," I greeted softly, my voice trying to cut through the mont. "Have you two been here long?"
"N-No. We just arrived only a mont ago," she answered, her words spilling out a little too fast.
Selene, beside her, didn’t look at my face at all. Instead, her gaze dropped, peeking shyly yet brazenly at my crotch. Her face flushed red, half-hidden by her hand, her eyes peeking through the gaps between her slender fingers.
"Uh?" I blinked, confusion tightening my brow. Why was she staring at like that?
Then I noticed faint currents of mana shifting subtly around her.
"S-Selene! W-What are you doing?!" Zeruel’s voice cracked, panic and embarrassnt flooding her expression.
"It’s so large, sis... There’s no way I could handle sothing like that..." Selene’s voice trembled, barely more than a whisper, but heavy with honesty.
"Ngh... W-What are you even saying?!" Zeruel’s blush deepened to crimson. She reached over, covering Selene’s eyes with her own hand.
"Ah, sis! W-What are you doing?!"
"It’s rude to look at him like that!"
"It’s not voyeurism! I’m not peeking while he’s naked—he’s still clothed!"
"I’m not talking about that! But you’re literally seeing through his clothes!"
"What’s wrong with taking a little peek at sothing I’d have in the future?!"
As they argued, realization finally dawned on .
A panel appeared before my eyes, the sa panel that had hovered there ever since Selene first began to take an interest in .
But now, instead of being shrouded in mystery as ???, it showed her ability clearly.
X-Ray Vision.
So, she had finally awakened it.
An X-Ray Vision ability. It was a convenient, a little dangerous, but undeniably useful little ability. And she’d used it to peek at , at what lay hidden beneath my clothes.
But honestly, I didn’t mind. There was nothing I felt the need to hide. I had confidence in myself, in my ability, and in my size.
A short silence settled, broken only by the faint sounds of footsteps in the hallway.
Then the door opened, and Doctor Natasha stepped out, her expression calm yet tinged with warmth.
Behind her, walking gently, almost uncertainly, was Juna.
"Mom!"
Their voices rang out together, breaking into the quiet corridor.
For nearly two years, they had watched her lie still, unmoving, trapped behind closed eyelids and hospital sheets. And now, seeing her awake—dressed not in the sterile white of the hospital gown but in regular clothes—must have made everything real in a way words couldn’t.
They ran forward, throwing their arms around her. Their voices trembled, words catching and breaking, until only sobs remained.
Juna’s arms wrapped around both of them, her hands gently rubbing the backs of their heads, fingers threading into their hair in slow, soothing strokes.
She let them cry freely, her own eyes soft and glistening
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