Chapter 3: Never touch grass.
Valera’s expression remained serene, yet her eyes flashed with a hint of surprise at Bai Long’s direct request.
She stepped closer, her movements graceful and measured.
[If you wish to touch, you may.]
She said, her voice soft and melodious like an autumn breeze hitting the skin.
As Bai Long reached out to cup her breasts, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his palm.
The skin beneath his fingers was cool and silky, almost ethereal.
He could feel the subtle rhythm of her heartbeat, as if her very essence was responding to his touch. "Could it be an engine? Or something else?"
Bai Long had only read the system as mechanical energy and not the guides.
"By the gods..." he breathed, his eyes widening as he marveled at the sensation.
It felt so good; it was squeezy and mind-calming.
Bai Long’s thumbs brushed over her pert nipples, which hardened instantly under his touch. A jolt of pleasure shot straight to his groin, making him gasp.
Nonetheless, he quickly composed himself.