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96. Kiss x2

Grace's ideas about love and sex are not open-minded.

On the contrary, in a chaebol family with solid power, she has quite conservative ideas.

She does not reject intimacy, but she is always shy and slightly resistant to overly intimate behavior.

She was once an eldest lady who had received good etiquette and education, so subconsciously she hated frivolous and dissolute behavior.

Therefore, Miss Irene, the ex who once had intimate intercourse and penetrated deeply into the soul, particularly likes to explore Grace's ecstatic and wild posture when she surrenders to desire.

Irene will deliberately lure her to decadence, guide her to make nice sounds, and be keen to make her pretty cheeks flush.

Eileen likes kissing, and Grace will accommodate her half-heartedly and half-heartedly. This is because the two are lovers.

But not now.

Avro is a different existence.

She is not a lover...

So kissing is not allowed, hugging is also not allowed.

If I miss such warmth... if I become a person blinded by superficial concern...

Running will stop, and at the same time, the most terrible weakness will be exposed to unpredictable others.

The ambiguous cage formed by the quiet night, silvery moonlight and warm body wraps Grace like a big net that makes people breathless.

Her lips were soft and warm, but she didn't do too many things that crossed the line.

It seemed that it was just an angry act caused by Afro's drunken and rude attempt to block what he said.

But the long eyelashes and the delicate cheeks that were flushed with red magnified and occupied all of Grace's heartbeat in the dim vision.

Meanwhile, Afro breaks Grace's mind even more brazenly.

She gently touched her lips with her pink tongue, leaving a distinctive warm and soft feeling like a dragonfly touching water.

Grace's helpless and stunned fingers shrank back on the sheets as if defeated, sinking deeply into the soft mattress.

There was no way to escape as my back pressed against the head of the bed, and the tips of my ears were burning.

In the midst of the absurdity, Grace's red eyes widened in a daze, like an ambiguous and sultry gentle wind blowing against her face and blowing away her reason.

At this moment, the atmosphere was heated and surging.

Avro's breath fell on his face at close range, rapid and hot with alcohol, and his slender, slightly curly golden hair fell down on his neck, causing a slight itching feeling.

The lingering and sticky silence is even more uncomfortable than the silent teasing.

It's unsettling.

Boom, boom, boom, the crazy and fast heart is reminding the taboo fact in the darkness where the needle can be heard.

The soft fingertips rubbed along the alcohol-scorched cheeks like a lover.

As a woman who has refused physical contact for a long time, excessive intimacy will actually bring about more sensitive feelings.

The temperature, the touch, the breath, every feeling made Grace instinctively reject it from top to bottom.

But the ruined body trapped between the powerful legs had no way of breaking free from the perfect body blessed by the goddess.

Avro doesn't follow common sense and plays tricks to invade, using sincerity as a weapon, like boiling a frog in warm water, he seems to be trying to break through his whole body.

Grace felt inexplicably frightened, like a hedgehog exposing its softest belly in the cold winter.

She began to become anxious and panicked, and the calmness that was originally able to deal with everything rationally was lost in the unknown emotions and became indecisive.

With her delicate hands on Avro's shoulders, Grace finally made a decision.

She pushed Afro away neatly, her cheeks were as red as peach blossoms, her cold voice lost its original calmness, and she asked angrily:

"Afro, do you know what you are doing?!"

"You! Get off of me right now!!"

Unfortunately, Grace's power is not worth mentioning in front of Avro.

Blessed with a good physique, Avro was only pushed away a little. She quickly stabilized her body by grabbing the girl's slender wrist.

After all, if Avro was a weakling, it would be impossible for her as a woman to hold Grace and run around in the fantasy world for a long time like a princess.

"Huh? So fierce..."

A dissatisfied and aggrieved question came out of his nose. Avro tilted his head pitifully, and his gleaming eyes narrowed drunkenly.

"Obviously...it's obviously Grace...you kissed me first."

Grace struggled to move her body on the bed, constantly pulling her arms, trying to break away from Avro's hand that locked her wrist like a shackle.

But the gap between people is too big.

Like the heavy mountain mercilessly suppressing the stone monkey, Grace could not escape no matter how hard she tried.

His entire body seemed to be melting into the rising heat of Avro's alcohol.

She sighed in annoyance, the tips of her ears and cheeks were as warm as the morning glow in April, and she deliberately said in a cold tone,

"Afro, give you three seconds, get away from me, don't make me hate you."

Avro was so panicked that his facial features were wrinkled, his golden head was shaking, and his voice was slurred after a hangover, making him look aggrieved and cute.

"But...I...I just...did what you did to me..."

To be honest, I felt more panic than disgust after being forcibly kissed.

But now Grace's mood was so chaotic that she felt like an ant soaking wetly into a sticky honey pot.

She is struggling and floating in this sweetness, and will gradually sink downward in this sweetness.

In the early days of their encounter, Grace used middle-class words like "master, god" to try to create her own image in front of Avro.

For Grace, who is gradually seeing the game world as the real world, she doesn't want this.

She doesn't care whether Aphro believes in gods, or whether the goddess is real.

She just wants to use everything at her disposal to achieve her goal-to trample under her feet the rights that those people cherish.

But the human heart is always full of flesh.

Avro tried to pick up the broken things in her chest piece by piece, she wanted to piece together a complete self.

This is consistent with the goal required by the system, but it must be contrary to what she originally hoped for.

Is this really correct?

Grace became confused.

"What I did to you? How is that possible?"

She gradually stabilized her mind and tried to use her faith to awaken some of Avro's reason, saying word by word,

"Aphro! You know! Your behavior has completely violated...the will of the goddess."

"Can your faith and pursuit last forever in the future?"

The volume was not loud, but it was enough to flow clearly into Avro's ears in the silent bedroom.

But trying to reason with a drunk person is undoubtedly playing harp to an ox.

A brain occupied by alcohol will not have any sense and will simply obey its inner desires.

"But, but..."

Apparently when she mentioned the goddess, Avro's drunken eyes lost their luster. She lowered her head, feeling so aggrieved that she seemed about to lose her golden peas.

"Obviously...you started it first..."

Avro is not really going to cry, is he?

Grace took a deep breath in frustration, her slender wrists still tightly cuffed by Avro in an insecure manner.

She glared at Avro with her cold red eyes that were forced to calm down.

"When have I ever done anything like that?"

"you……"

Avro's cheeks were flushed, and he suddenly felt angry. He muttered accusations in a vague manner.

"Why don't you admit it!! Grace...you, you, you are so annoying."

Letting out a drunken breath, she raised Grace's wrist above her head with a hint of drunken rudeness, and forced it on the head of the bed.

Avro's limp body barely supported the weight and completely pressed it on her wrist, causing her fair wrist to turn red.

Grace looked up at Avro, who was getting closer.

Under the darkness, the face that could not be seen clearly was vague and vague, and she could feel the hot breath slowly approaching.

Avro, do you want to kiss yourself again?

Maybe there was a moment when Grace wanted to give in to the ambiguity, but she bit her lower lip hard and said in the most severe and indifferent tone,

"Afro, are you getting more and more presumptuous? If you do such a thing, I will hate you very, very much."

"Um……?"

Avro's hazy, watery eyes looked at him as if he were gazing at a lover, with a lonely look as if he had been abandoned.

She apologized softly for the first time, "I'm sorry..."

Is that too much?She's just a drunk idiot.

A passionate and sincere fool... There is no need to say such harsh words, right?

Grace suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

But the next second, she knew that her softness was unnecessary.

Avro is not only soft on the outside but strong on the inside, nor is she kind and upright, she is a vivid person with a slightly dark side hidden deep in her character.

The black and red collar invisiblely tied around the neck suddenly emitted a dazzling fluorescent blue light in the darkness, as if it had received some unknown reaction.

Grace watched as the faint blue light illuminated Avro's cheeks, which were as red as the sunset, and her blurry green eyes stained with drunkenness completely revealed her true thoughts.

Afro wants to have a deeper and more intimate contact with herself...

Yes, even during a hangover, the ring of reason still has the power to control the body.

The invisible force urged Grace's body to move stiffly.

The excitement in this guy's head is rising too fast! !

When Grace realized this, she felt as if the blood in her cheeks and ears, no, rather in her whole body, was running hot.

It seemed that something was about to happen, so even the air became hot, as if a midsummer heat wave was coming.

Her heart was beating fast, but she could only watch her head gradually and actively move closer to Avro.

Her hands were forced to the head of the bed, but Grace took the initiative to kiss her surprisingly soft lips.

This is the second kiss, in just 10 minutes...

Avro only knows that when kissing, you have to put your lips together.

Even though she has only had one love experience, Grace knows how to perform a truly thrilling kiss.

Knock open the soft door gently and let your lips pursue a lingering chase in the dark.

The more breathless it is, the more breathless it is, the more exciting it is.

Kiss until the silver thread is broken, and run down the clean and white chin.

Grace's face was flushed with desire as she took the initiative in the pain.

The sentimental Miss Irene is a good kisser, so Grace is also well trained.

In this long chase, Grace had the absolute advantage. She panted slightly to calm her breathing, and her beautiful heart-shaped lips were a little red.

"Ha ha……"

And the initiator of everything, his body was like melting spring water, sticking to Grace's cold body.

His head was buried in Grace's shoulder like a dog, and he rubbed it.