Chapter 47: Heart Aflutter
Stephanie Seymour wore a white tracksuit, its zipper pulled scandalously low. From above, Xiao Yi had a clear view of the voluptuous swell of her massive breasts, half-exposed and cradled by a skimpy black bikini.
Perhaps because the bikini didn't quite fit, her enormous tits strained against the fabric, bulging as if desperate to break free. A generous portion of her breasts spilled out, along with a tantalizing hint of areola.
"Stephanie... can you hear me?" Xiao Yi reached out slowly, tugging her zipper down further until her entire upper body lay bare.
"You look a little hot. Let me take off your jacket—it'll be more comfortable for sleeping..."
He whispered tenderly into her ear.
"Mmm~~~" "Stephanie stirred slightly, letting out a soft, seductive moan". She shifted her pert ass closer to him, pressing it firmly against his body.
Feeling the feverish heat radiating from her, Xiao Yi's breathing grew ragged.
But between them lingered the mother-son bond from another world. Plus, she'd saved his life and given him her unwavering devotion.
Taking advantage of her vulnerability or forcing her would make him sick to his stomach.
He adored Stephanie Seymour and lusted after her devilish, world-class figure.
Yet he clung to a basic code of decency.
If she wanted it too, he'd cherish her, drive her to shattering peaks of ecstasy.
But if she refused or hesitated, he'd never stoop to coercion.
That was his line in the sand.
A line he wouldn't cross, no matter the temptation.
He couldn't repay her life-saving grace and blind trust with betrayal.
Was that even human?
Xiao Yi saw himself as a villain, but not a beast. He couldn't do something so ungrateful.
But... what if she needed him too?
Xiao Yi swallowed hard, his cock throbbing painfully hot in his pants. He tried calling to her again.
"Stephanie, are you still hot? That bra looks tight—let me unhook it. You'll sleep better..."
He brushed his lips teasingly against her earlobe, his voice soft yet laced with seduction.
"Mmm..." Half-asleep, Stephanie murmured drowsily and nuzzled deeper into his embrace.
Hearing her consent, Xiao Yi's hands trembled with excitement, his mouth going dry.
Shaking, he eased off her tracksuit top. Then, with palms warm and slick with sweat, he pressed them to her shoulders, sliding slowly down her silky back.
Her skin was taut and flawless, warm to the touch. His fingers trailed to the bikini straps, gently slipping them from her shoulders.
Her full, heavy breasts surged free like they'd been unleashed, the black bikini no longer containing them. One massive, snow-white orb jiggled like a water balloon, its pink areola framing a stiff, protruding nipple—irresistibly suckable, begging for his mouth.
"Mmm~~~~" Stephanie sighed in blissful relief, murmuring, "Ahh~~~ So uncomfortable~~~~ Take it... all off... everything..."
"Mm!~~" Xiao Yi groaned, his scorching breath fanning her ear, quickening her own into heated, seductive gasps.
His hand swept across her chest again, dipping under the bikini band. With a gentle tug, the other strap fell away.
Her left breast bounced fully into view.
"Perfection! A masterpiece! God's finest creation!" Entranced, Xiao Yi drank in the sight of those magnificent tits up close.
Under the pale moonlight, her creamy skin gleamed almost translucent, faint blue veins tracing beneath. Perfectly round and firm like ripe watermelons, they rippled with the slightest touch—no sag despite their size.
Stephanie's breasts were exquisite, elastic masterpieces—plump yet perky.
Her areolas were modestly sized, textured faintly pink against the snowy flesh, encircling nipples like ripe pink grapes, swollen and utterly delectable.