Ethan didn't tease Irina for long. After a few deft strokes of his fingers, he released his grip.
Just as Irina was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she found Ethan straddling her thighs, pinning her body down with a domineering gaze while his large hands pressed onto her shoulders.
"Next, it's time for this part," he whispered.
Before Irina could react, Ethan slid his hands beneath her breasts, appearing as if he were merely continuing the massage. However, his hands angled subtly; while the lower halves seemed to be massaging her ribcage, only Irina could feel the reality. Her bra had been pried open just enough for Ethan's fingers to slip inside, flicking and teasing her nipples relentlessly.
Simultaneously, she felt a hot, thick, and massive object pressing firmly against the entrance of her sex. The terrifying sensation made her feel as though her thin, lace panties were a mere formality. If that "dragon" wished, it could tear through them at any moment and impale her with monstrous force.
She endured the stimulation helplessly. To an outsider, they looked like an affectionate couple, the boyfriend lovingly massaging his girl. In reality, Irina had to grit her teeth to keep from moaning. Mission or not, she refused to let herself emit shameful, lecherous sounds that signaled her submission to pleasure.
Under Ethan's expert caresses, the agonizingly sweet touch ignited a dormant flame of desire deep within the busty, honey-blonde beauty. Seeing her body go limp, Ethan stopped stalling. He swiftly stripped the crooked, sexy lingerie from her body, exposing her crystalline, snowy figure.
Her arms were porcelain-white, her shoulders smooth and rounded, and her skin glowed like polished jade. But the most striking feature was the pair of snowy peaks standing tall on her chest. Those trembling mounds were full, firm, and perfectly shaped—the unique charm of a busty sixteen-year-old girl.
The tips featured two tender, pink buds like large grapes, surrounded by pale pink areolas. Between the twin peaks lay a cleavage as deep as a valley, profoundly enchanting.
Ethan could no longer restrain himself. He took one snowy breast into his mouth, licking and sucking hungrily, while his hand gripped the other mound of jade-white flesh, kneading and squeezing it passionately.
A vivid peach flush spread across Irina's cheeks, making her look exceptionally sultry. Her breathing became ragged and shallow. As her breasts were continuously toyed with, her face took on a drunken, pink hue. Her small, ruby-red nipples hardened under the intense stimulation.
Deep within her tender valley, thick, transparent love juices were already surging out.
Ethan stared intently at Irina as he shed his own clothes, tossing them aside. Now, they were completely naked against one another. In Irina's eyes, the "great treasure" between his legs was already raging toward the sky, the red veins pulsing visibly on the shaft, the crown glistening with pre-cum.
He didn't immediately press his body onto hers. Instead, he propped himself up on one elbow beside her, resting his massive shaft against her thigh. "Hold it for me, Irina," he said, his voice low and raspy.
Irina looked up at him with a mix of shame and annoyance, but driven by her mission and her own mental rationalizations, she viewed it as Ethan pleading for her help.
"Hmph... I suppose this lady can trouble herself to touch it for you."
Five slender, bamboo-shoot-like fingers slowly reached out to grasp the treasure. The searing, pulsing heat made her blush even deeper. Only Ethan could make a proud Angel of the Church serve him so obediently.
Ethan squinted, savoring the soft warmth of her hand. He now knew exactly how to handle Irina Shidou.
"Dear Irina, stroke it for me."
Ethan used his middle finger to trace her lower lip, moving down to the deep cleavage, and finally pressing lightly on one of her "cherries."
"Nngh... is my hand comfortable? You... you actually want more..."
Seeing his fiery gaze fixed on his own hand's movement, Irina felt both shy and strangely gratified.
"You are beautiful, Miss Irina. I must enjoy such a body slowly; otherwise, it would be a waste of God's gift."
Ethan's palm fully covered her white, full breast. With every squeeze and rub, the jade mound shifted shapes within his hand. He marveled, "So beautiful. This texture is truly a masterpiece."
Irina was now fully immersed in her own fantasies. Her watery eyes were filled with a misty, seductive charm. With her face flushed pink, she subconsciously cooperated with whatever Ethan said.
Ethan relished the sense of control. He looked over her naked, sexy body again. Her lips were plump, her body lines were defined, and her large, trembling breasts stood tall and proud. Her round, white buttocks curved outward, creating a wonderful arc that emphasized her hourglass figure.
Her long, porcelain legs and slender waist were a sight to behold. Her skin was exquisite and delicate, possessing both the softness of a woman and the toned litheness of someone who trained regularly. Under the dim yellow light, she looked like a masterpiece of white jade.
The gap between her thighs was deep, and her breasts were so large—nearly rivaling Rias Gremory—that they were impossible to hold with a single hand. They were firm and elastic, tilting slightly upward rather than sagging.
Her flat stomach led down to a patch of honey-blonde pubic hair. Each strand was fine and curled, contrasting sharply with the pale skin of her inner thighs. Ethan was surprised she hadn't used magic to remove the hair, but the "triangular forest" provided a unique visual thrill.
The small, pink petals of her flower were slightly parted, revealing a moist, enticing slit—the gateway to her virgin cave.
Seeing the elegant color of her labia and smelling the faint scent of her virgin body, Ethan couldn't help but say, "Irina, your pussy is so beautiful. I love it."
"Don't say it... don't... people will... nngh..."
Though she soaked up the praise, her virgin instincts made her close her eyes in shame. Her slender hand gripped Ethan's treasure tighter and harder. Then, she felt his hand move again, sliding past the "forest" to touch her sensitive petals.
His long fingers parted her and rubbed up and down. The electric shocks of pleasure made her pant and moan. "Mm... no... please... don't..."
Ethan had no intention of stopping. He fanned the flames of her passion, watching her face transform with delight. Her eyes were misty, her jaw tilted up in satisfaction, and her mouth hung half-open in a state of total ecstasy.
"Miss Irina's body is too beautiful. Like an angel. I can't hold back anymore."
"Ooh... nngh... is... is that so... hmph... hehe..."