"You know," Aria whispered, her voice trembling with a little laugh, "you look even taller now."
Elion’s eyes widened, only slightly. "Noticed that, huh?"
"Mm." She nodded, her nose brushing his. "It’s... unfair."
"Unfair?"
"You’re making it very difficult for me to pretend I’m calm."
He chuckled under his breath, and the sound made her toes curl.
His hand slid down from her cheek, skimming lightly along her jaw, her neck, until it rested just above her collarbone, grounding her and flustering her all at once.
Aria’s back arched the slightest bit in response, just enough to bring her closer without meaning to.
"Elion..." she breathed, almost pleading, "say something. Anything. You’re just... staring."
He took a slow breath, his eyes drinking in the soft pink glow on her skin, the way her fingers held onto him, the way she trembled beautifully under his touch.
"I’m staring," he whispered, "because you’re impossible to look away from."
Her breath hitched.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
The tension wrapped around them like a tightening spell, warm, enveloping, pulling them in inch by inch.
Their lips hovered close again, not quite touching, but close enough that the air between them felt charged.
Aria’s heartbeat fluttered wildly against his palm.
"Elion..." she murmured, her voice a trembling confession, "I think I—"
A sharp knock suddenly rattled the door.
They froze.
Aria’s eyes went wide.
Elion blinked.
They stared at the door in unison.
"Ariaaa~?" a familiar female voice sing-songed from outside. "We forgot to ask—did he stayyyyy?"
Aria’s soul left her body.
"...My friends," she whispered, mortified.
Elion exhaled, deflating slightly, but he couldn’t help smiling.
"I’ll be right back." Aria slid out of Elion’s arms silently, turning away and smoothing her sleeves.
Elion watched her go, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, eyes warm as he watched the hypnotic bounce of her ass.
When Aria opened the door, two familiar classmates stood in the hallway, whispering together.
Lily glanced at Elion before the other nudged her, eyes wide behind a teasing grin.
"Hey, you two," Aria said, stepping forward so the doorway framed her curvy figure.
"Oh! Aria, we just thought we’d drop by. Don’t start with that attitude."
"Yeah, we were just checking if he stayed over, surprise visit, you know?"
Aria’s gaze flicked to Elion, then back to them. "He did. So you two should go."
The shorter girl rolled her eyes theatrically. "So serious, as always." She glanced at her friend, then into the room, where Elion remained still, a quiet amusement in his expression.
Lily snorted softly. "Fine. We’ll go." She flicked a stray strand of hair from her face.
"See you in class tomorrow, maybe with less dramatic circumstances," the shorter girl added breezily, stepping back.
Aria nodded, a chill of resolve in her silence. "Goodnight then."
They turned away, their footsteps light on the floorboards, and Lily called over her shoulder, "Later, Elion~" — her voice teasing.
Elion’s smile deepened. The door shut with a soft click, and she turned the lock with another click.
Aria exhaled slowly, watching the door before her lips curved in a half-smile. "Finally," she whispered.
Elion leaned close as she walked up to him, "Well, that was... entertaining," he murmured, and that warmth in his eyes made her cheeks heat slightly.
He gave her another kiss, a short peck on the lips this time.
"Let’s speed things up, shall we?"
Elion’s hands moved slightly as he reached for Aria’s uniform tunic.
He carefully undid each button, his eyes never leaving hers.
She stood before him, her chest rising and falling with each quickened breath.
With a gentle touch, he slid the tunic off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Aria’s blouse followed next, the soft fabric sliding down her arms, revealing the lace-edged cups of her bra.
The pale pink material contrasted perfectly against her creamy skin, the delicate lace molding to her curves.
Slowly, Aria reached back and unfastened the clasp, allowing the straps to fall from her shoulders.
The bra slipped away, unveiling the full swell of her beautiful D-cup breasts.
They rose and fell with her breathing, the supple flesh quivering slightly from the sudden exposure.
"Wow..."
Elion took in the sight of her large, decently sized melons, drinking in every detail of her exposed breasts.
The dusky rose of her nipples, the creamy expanse of her breasts, the delicate trail of her pink areola.
Elion approached Aria slowly, reached out with both hands, his left hand gripping her waist possessively while his right hand cupped the soft weight of her right breast.
His fingers barely managed to encircle its fullness, and he marveled at the supple flesh that filled his palm.
"They’re so...soft," he murmured.
The words were simple, but they conveyed the deep appreciation he felt for her body.
Aria smiled, a soft pink flush spreading across her cheeks. "Glad you like them so much," she said with a nervous laugh, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his touch.
"Get undressed," Aria said softly. "I shouldn’t be the only one naked."
Elion nodded, and Aria’s own hands got busy as she began to unbutton her skirt.
But before she could fully remove it, Elion’s hand, which was on her waist, moved again, this time to the clasp at her skirt.
With a deft movement, he unfastened it and let the garment fall to the floor, leaving her standing before him in only her panties, which were clinging to her hips and waist tightly.