Chapter 19
Chapter 19
She’d made up her mind about mixing bodies again. But there was still one problem. Last time, Vladimir had led nearly everything. After those two rounds, Milana had suffered serious energy loss and muscle pain. Vladimir, who’d been far more active during the s*x, must have burned through even more energy.
So was it really right to make a patient do that?
‘What do I do…’
“I’ll undress you.”
“Wait.”
Milana sat up abruptly. No. This wasn’t right.
“I’ll undress myself. Vladimir, you’re… a patient.”
She glanced at him as she spoke. Her jaw dropped. He was already kicking off his underwear and pants, breathing hard. She’d mentally prepared herself, but seeing his naked body again after so long was shockingly obscene. The long muscular neck and collarbones. The beautifully sculpted chest. The chiseled abs. She’d seen it all before, in person and through the mirror, but the perfection of it hit her fresh. And his p***s, already fully hard and pressed up against his navel… Milana’s face turned tomato red.
Why is it standing up like that? All of a sudden? Why?
“Milana.”
The man’s approach snapped her back to her senses. She steeled herself. This could be seen as a kind of treatment, she told herself. No need to read too much into it. She took a deep breath.
“L-Lie down here.”
She quickly tidied the pillow and patted the mattress beside her. The man’s eyes flickered with guilt at her worried face, but the moment her small hands started moving busily, even that shred vanished.
The fake patient lay down on the bed as she said. He didn’t take his eyes off her as she slowly peeled off layer after layer. If he followed his nature, he’d rip everything off in one go, like a drooling kid tearing open a candy bag. But watching timid Milana gradually get naked was exciting in its own way.
Nervous and fumbling, she stripped it all off. Robe, shirt and skirt, even her underthings. Under the bright magic lamp, her delicate body glowed white like a tender flower. The body he’d secured through absurd lies was right in front of him. He was about to spring up. No time to savor the victory or the thrill. What ruled him now was a vicious thirst. He couldn’t hold back.
“I’ll do it. I’m not the one in pain right now.”
He froze.
Those words had never appeared in any of his countless wet dreams. An utterly preposterous sentence.
Milana’s small hand pressed against his half-raised upper body. Tap. The frail mage, who’d probably never done more than breathing exercises, pushed him. The sturdy swordsman’s body fell back without resistance. He sprawled on the bed, eyes wide, watching as she took a deep breath and climbed saucily onto him.
Her soft thighs, plush with flesh, crawled up toward his g***n. One foot scraped lightly against the sheet and then settled gently on his lower belly. Her small b*****s, the kind that fit perfectly in a cupped palm, jiggled. Her s*x, split open, pressed against the hidden flesh near his g***n.
Milana’s face was shadowed in the backlight, set with determination and excitement. Her whole face flushed red. The first thing she did…
She lowered her head slowly and kissed Vladimir, lying beneath her.
Peck.
‘Ah… how did I do this again…’
He’d kissed her just moments ago, but she couldn’t remember clearly. She rummaged through her frozen brain, then hesitantly stuck out her tongue. She traced the shape of his lips with the tip, tapping at the seam between them. They parted immediately, as if waiting. She slid her tongue inside, rolled her eyes around, then let her lids drift shut. She began to toy with the wet flesh waiting behind his lower teeth. Her sharp mind and years of part-time work had honed an incredible learning ability. It shone even here, unexpectedly, in s*x.
“Um… Vladimir, can you… stick out your tongue a little?”
The words came out muffled against her lips, but he understood perfectly. Milana immediately pushed out her tongue and tangled it with his, then started sucking hard enough to hollow out her round cheeks. A perfect kiss that her friend wants.
Wet sounds filled the space between them. Their lips mashed together as one, saliva mixing and overflowing. Clear, sticky strands trailed down to their chins, beading and swaying with each unbroken kiss.
Finally, Milana sucked on his tongue like a lollipop, loud and long, then slowly pulled her lips away. A glistening thread stretched between their mouths.
His violet eyes were dazed. He stared at the bewitching mage who’d done all that and now covered her lips, suddenly shy.
“…Does it hurt less now?”
That was what came out of those cute pink lips, glossy with spit.
Vladimir had completely blanked out. He just moved his head mechanically. Nod nod.
In the mafia world, where strict hierarchy ruled by power and loyalty between comrades was everything, a “scammer” was the lowest of criminals, the least respected. And Vladimir, standing at the very top of the pyramid, had never once needed to tell a lie that wasn’t a bluff for negotiation. A pure 100% falsehood.
Today, he learned something new.
A scam is totally worth it!
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