Chapter 246: Let’s Begin!
Lumy’s relief vanished, replaced by a fresh wave of shock. Her face went pale, then flushed a deep, burning red. "W-What?! That’s—that’s even worse!"
System: Ehehe~ You should have just accepted the first one. Now you’re going to have to endure an even more intense experience. Consider it a lesson in being more cooperative next time.
Lumy’s hands curled into fists at her sides. "You... you can’t be serious..."
Andrey rubbed his temples, letting out a long, tired sigh. "Of course it is..."
The tattoo on Lumy’s abdomen pulsed once more, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through her body. She could feel her resistance fading, her body growing warmer, more pliant.
She bit her lip, her voice trembling. "Please... can’t we just—"
System: Nope~ The reward has been set. You can’t change it now. So just accept it, Lumy-chan.
Andrey looked at her, his expression softening with concern. "Lumy... if you really don’t want to do this, I’ll try to find another way. We can—"
Lumy shook her head, her voice quiet but resolute. "No... it’s fine. If this is what it takes... I’ll bear it."
She met his gaze, her cheeks still flushed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... please be gentle."
Andrey’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, a gentle touch meant to reassure. "I will."
The system’s holographic screen pulsed with approval.
System: Alright~ Let’s begin!
Lumy’s cheeks were still flushed as she stood up from the couch, her voice quiet but steady despite the nervous tremor beneath it.
"Let’s... move to my room."
Andrey rose without a word, following her down the short hallway. The door to her bedroom was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open, stepping inside.
The room was unexpected—softer than he had imagined, a quiet contrast to her usual cold, composed exterior. The bed was neatly made, covered in a light cream duvet with a few decorative cushions. A small vanity table held a simple glass vase with a single dried flower. The curtains were sheer, letting in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun. It was feminine, gentle—a side of Lumy she rarely showed.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on her knees, her gaze fixed on the floor. Her voice was quiet, carrying a hint of vulnerability.
"I’m ready."
Andrey moved to sit beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He studied her profile—the way her fingers curled into the fabric of her shorts, the slight tension in her shoulders. He spoke gently.
"Are you sure about this? We can still stop if you’re not comfortable."
Lumy’s jaw tightened, but she nodded. "It’s fine. This is... better than losing what I wanted to keep." She let out a slow breath. "Just... be gentle."
Andrey’s hand moved, his fingers brushing against her arm, trailing up to her shoulder. He felt her tense beneath his touch, but she didn’t pull away.
"I will," he murmured.
His hand slid to the curve of her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his fingertips. She still wasn’t looking at him, her gaze fixed on her lap, her breathing shallow.
Andrey leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Relax, Lumy. I’m not going to hurt you."
She let out a shaky breath, her hands finally unclenching from the fabric of her shorts. Slowly, she turned her head, meeting his gaze. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes carrying a mix of nervousness and reluctant trust.
"...Okay."
Andrey’s hand slid down, his fingers finding the hem of her white blouse. He tugged it gently, lifting the fabric inch by inch. Lumy raised her arms, letting him pull it over her head.
She sat before him in her simple white bra, her skin pale and smooth, her shoulders bare. Her arms instinctively moved to cover herself, but she stopped, letting them fall back to her sides.
Andrey’s gaze was steady, warm. "You’re beautiful, Lumy."
Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn’t look away. His hands moved to her shoulders, his thumbs tracing slow circles on her skin. She shivered at his touch, her breath catching in her throat.
He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her collarbone. A quiet, surprised sound escaped her lips—a soft "Ahn..." that was almost lost in the stillness.
Andrey’s lips trailed along her neck, slow and gentle. Her body responded instinctively, her head tilting back just slightly, her fingers curling into the sheets.
His hands slid to her back, finding the clasp of her bra. He paused, his lips brushing against her ear. "Is this okay?"
Lumy’s voice was barely a whisper. "Yes..."
He unclasped it, the fabric falling away. She didn’t try to cover herself. Her breasts were full and soft, her nipples already hardening in the cool air.
Andrey’s hand came up, his palm cupping one gently. She let out a soft, trembling breath, her body arching into his touch. His thumb brushed over her nipple, slow and deliberate, and a quiet moan escaped her lips.
"Ah..."
He leaned in, pressing his lips to the curve of her breast, then lower, taking her nipple into his mouth. Her breath hitched, a soft, sharp cry escaping her as his tongue swirled against her skin. Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping him, not pushing away.
Her body was starting to relax under his touch.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his hand never stopping its gentle exploration. Her moans grew softer, more frequent, her body losing its tension as she began to trust his rhythm.
Andrey’s hand slid down her stomach, his fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts. He paused, looking up at her.
Lumy’s eyes were hazy, her breathing uneven. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
He eased her shorts down, letting them fall to the floor. Her legs were smooth, toned, and she was left only in a simple pair of white panties.
Andrey’s hand rested on her thigh, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle on her skin. She shivered, her lips parting slightly. He watched her face, gauging her reaction as his hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties.
Her breath caught sharply. "Ah—!"
Andrey paused, his voice soft. "Is this okay?"
Lumy’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes..."
He pressed a kiss to her neck as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, his touch finding her wet, slick folds. She gasped, her hips twitching at the contact. He moved slowly, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her breath catch.
Her head fell back, a broken moan escaping her lips. "No... ahn..."
He continued his slow, deliberate rhythm, feeling her body respond to every touch. She was wet, ready, her hips beginning to move in time with his fingers.