Chapter 98: Legendary Skill and Amelia Boldness (2) **
Mikael let it happen, and as he landed, he looked up at her with a small smile, watching as her emerald eyes darkened with an almost 'hungry' look. Her cheeks were noticeably redder than usual, betraying the contrast between her confident exterior and the emotions she was truly feeling.
Slowly, she began to remove her clothes, starting with the white and gold jacket of the Academy uniform. She slipped it off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms before setting it aside. Now, she stood in nothing but the Academy's white t-shirt, her two voluptuous breasts pressing against the fabric, straining as if seeking to 'escape.'
His eyes were inevitably drawn to the mesmerizing sight. Amelia, feeling shy under his gaze yet trying to maintain her composure, 'confidently' said, "W-why don't you take off your clothes too?"
Mikael raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't it you who pushed me onto the bed? How exactly am I supposed to undress like this?" he playfully inquired.
In response, Amelia shot him a 'fierce' glare. Mikael let out a small chuckle before raising his hands in surrender.
With that, he got up from the bed and began removing his own clothes. The air between them was thick with a certain tension—charged, electric—as they exchanged glances while undressing.
Before long, they were as bare as the day they were born. Mikael sat on the edge of the bed, while Amelia stood a short distance away, her posture hesitant. She lowered her gaze, her arms instinctively moving to cover herself—one hand shielding her pink cave, the other placed over her chest.
But it was like trying to hide a football behind a single leaf. Completely insufficient. In the end, all she managed to do was cover her nipples, leaving the rest of her ample D-cup breasts fully exposed, making the situation all the more erotic.
Seeing her like this, he knew he needed to act. Rising from the bed, he stepped toward her before pulling her into his arms and falling back, bringing her down with him.
Mikael was now lying on his back, with Amelia's naked body pressed against him. Her ample breasts flattened against his chest, their softness molding to his form. Their gazes locked, passion burning in their eyes. As she felt a hard object pressing against her thighs, she immediately understood what it was.
After all, she was long past the age of believing that hand-holding could lead to pregnancy.