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In that case... I would just follow my own heart.
I took a deep breath, suppressed the final trace of hesitation in my heart, and then boldly reached out, gently covering the exquisite, small softness on her chest.
The feeling... was indescribable!
The skin was as smooth and delicate as the finest silk, carrying the unique, cool body temperature belonging to Herta. This silky feel was truly superb, difficult to describe accurately with words. Although it wasn't as full and abundant as Ruan Mei's—the scale was much smaller—the shape was perfect, and it was extremely soft and smooth, carrying an indescribable, ultimate sense of exquisiteness, like the most precise piece of art. My fingers sank gently into the perky mounds, feeling the way they yielded yet sprang back, the small pink nipples hardening instantly against my palm as I rolled and pinched them lightly, tugging until they stood out stiff and flushed.
My actions seemed to catch Herta off guard. She probably hadn't expected me to be so bold, and to get straight to the point right away. I clearly saw a faint blush rapidly climb up her white cheeks, even her earlobes turning slightly red. On a face that always carried the glow of "Erudition" and a hint of arrogance, this looked exceptionally... moving.
But she still forced herself to restrain it, only frowning slightly and saying, in that usual tone of judgment: "Hmph, truly vulgar. Touching a woman's most private parts right from the start."
Her voice carried a hint of imperceptible shyness and anger, but more of it was a sort of... evaluation? Or perhaps it was just a routine verbal accusation? The important thing was, although she said that, her body didn't show the slightest sign of resistance.
She still sat steadily in my lap, not pushing my hand away, nor attempting to dodge.
Seeing that she was only talking and not taking action, my heart was set. It seemed she really had tacitly allowed it, and perhaps... she even enjoyed the feeling of being "offended"? After all, she was Herta; her way of thinking couldn't be judged by common sense.
In that case, why would I be polite?
I applied slight pressure with my hand, feeling the marvelous sensation of that softness deforming in my palm; my fingertips could even feel the reaction of her small nipples slightly hardening. At the same time, my other hand wasn't idle; it slid down her smooth spine, beginning to stroke her slender waist, and then further down to her equally exquisite and firm hip curve, squeezing the tight, perky ass cheeks that felt so firm yet plush under my grip.
Her body trembled slightly, and her breath seemed to become a bit rapid. It seemed that even the great Miss Herta was not entirely unmoved when faced with such direct, aggressive physical contact.
This only stirred up my interest even more. My hands roamed over her smooth, delicate skin, feeling the slender beauty that possessed a different, exquisite bony structure than Ruan Mei's. Although Herta said "vulgar," her body remained honestly in my arms; even when I stroked her waist and hips, I could feel the subtle tightening and relaxing of her muscles, as if she were also adapting to this unfamiliar intimacy.
I felt my heartbeat quickening, and my blood seemed to be accelerating as well. Gazing at her stunning face close at hand, now flushed with shyness, and those slightly parted, pale lips that seemed to be breathing rapidly, a bolder thought surfaced.
Tentatively, slowly, I moved my face closer to hers.
Our noses were almost touching; I could clearly feel the warmth of her breath, tinged with a hint of coolness.
"Is it okay?" I asked in a low voice, my own voice carrying a huskiness and tension I hadn't even noticed.
To my surprise, my question seemed to ignite a powder keg. Herta suddenly raised her head, those violet eyes gleaming with moisture glaring at me, berating me with a face full of fury: "You really are... shameless! How could you ask a woman such a question? Aren't you ashamed of yourself!"
Her tone was quick and sharp, filled with the indignation of being offended, and her cheeks were even redder, like ripe apples. However... while she scolded me, she didn't push me away, and didn't even make a move to step back.
That slender body remained securely sitting on my lap, closely pressed against me. Just as I thought she was going to explode and was preparing to draw back my neck, she made a move that surprised me once again.
She closed her eyes tightly, her long silver eyelashes trembling slightly, and then said in a tone mixed with helplessness, shame, and a hint of self-abandonment: "...Hmph, suit yourself then!"
This... was it consent?
My heart leaped with joy; I didn't hesitate anymore.
Carefully, I gently pressed my lips against hers.
The sensation was soft, slightly cool, and carried a tiny, imperceptible tremble.
Herta indeed didn't pull away.
Her body seemed to stiffen for a moment when I touched her lips, but soon relaxed, only closing her eyes tightly, letting me do as I pleased.
Having confirmed her tacit approval, I was no longer satisfied with this superficial contact.
I increased the pressure slightly, feeling the softness and elasticity of her lips, and then, tentatively, probed into her mouth with the tip of my tongue.
Her teeth weren't clenched, and my tongue slid in easily, touching her equally soft and moist tongue.
She seemed to be stimulated by this sudden, deep intrusion; a blurred whimper escaped her throat, and her body twisted slightly in my lap, but she still didn't resist.
And so, I no longer restrained myself; I deepened the kiss, beginning a tongue-tied, passionate embrace with this genius who was usually high above everyone else and possessed super-intelligence.
Her mouth carried a faint, cool taste like mint mixed with a special kind of ink; it was unexpectedly pleasant. The living room was left only with the sound of our staggered breathing and the subtle sounds of our lips and tongues entangling; the atmosphere became incomparably alluring and ambiguous.
The lingering kiss continued for a good while, until both of us were somewhat breathless, before we parted with reluctance.
I looked at Herta before me, feeling somewhat surprised.
This genius, who was usually always in control and calm and rational, was now flushed red, as if stained with the most vibrant rouge. Her breathing was still a bit rapid, her full lips slightly swollen, making them look exceptionally enticing.
What made my heart race even more was that a thread of ambiguous saliva, connecting us from our kiss just moments ago, still hung at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes had become somewhat evasive, to the point where she didn't even dare to meet my gaze.
Could it be... that the legendary Miss Herta, who seemed to have no weaknesses and was flawless, actually had such a hidden side? That she would be influenced by desire, would be shy, would be at a loss?
This discovery made my heart burn even hotter, and made me even bolder.
Since she said "suit yourself," I wouldn't be polite anymore.
I lowered my head, no longer satisfied with the entanglement of lips and tongues, and shifted my target to the exquisite, small softness on her chest.
I stretched out my tongue and gently licked the slightly protruding tips, feeling the skin there rapidly become taut and hard under my wet, hot touch. I sucked one perfect pink nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while gently biting, making her small breasts jiggle slightly with each tug. I switched between them, sucking harder until both nipples were swollen, shiny with saliva, and flushed deep pink.
"Mmm..."
A very light, suppressed nasal sound escaped her throat.