Ben tasted green tea again as his mouth interlocked with Miyuki's

'She must drink it often,' he thought as he exploredher tongueher lipsher nostrils. 'That was a slip.'

It was ruled a slip and he moved back down...

They resumed making out...

"Nnn" she m.o.a.ned as each of their tongues massaged each other's...

'Miyuki seems very proper. I don't know if she'll freak out if I do anything a little rough.' Ben was considering if he should give some gentle pulls to her hair or

He was in the middle of considering nibbling on her lip when insteadshe already bit hisand even harder than he planned to

With his bottom lip stuck between Miyuki's teeth, Ben opened his eyes to see her gazing back at him with a naughty expression

[Target's current arousal level: stimulated(+1)]

Then, Miyuki let go as Ben brought his head back on instinctbut she grabbed him by the hair, and pulled him back into a kiss

Ben's eyes remained opened in surprisebut he soon closed them as he realized this was a good thing, and let the dark side flow through him...

He stroked Miyuki's soft hair, enjoying its silky texture, after whichhe gave it a tug

"Uhhh~"

She was into it, more than other girls he'd seen. 'In that case' He lowered his head to her elegant neckand started licking upwards

Her fragrance fell on his nosepast the vanillagetting the deeper tones now

His tongue migrated from her clavicleto her mid-neckto her chin Then, he went back down, but this timesucked...hard

"Hnnngg~" Miyuki bit her lower lip

While he sucked on her neck, his hands traversed her lean body: her shoulders, her arms, her h.i.p.s

Then, when he sucked enoughhe gave it a gentle bite

"Yes" Miyuki whispered.

He bit a little harder

"Oh~" Her pelvis jerked beneath him

While biting, sucking, tastingBen's hands continued to travel along her delicate cotton dressfeeling her lean stomach without an inch of fatand then her b.r.e.a.s.ts

"Nmm~" Miyuki didn't resist.

Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were smaller than the other girls he'd been with, but still a decent C-cup. Respectable...

Ben squeezed over her dress, testing their elasticityand they didn't disappoint. Miyuki's body was in its prime

"Harder" she whispered.

Taken aback, Ben's eyes opened a moment, but he aimed to pleaseand clenched her titswith force...

"Yea~" she m.o.a.ned.

Releasing her b.r.e.a.s.ts, his fingertips instead pinched her hard n.i.p.p.l.eclaspedand pulled...

"Unnnh~" She liked it.

With everything going well, Ben pushed ahead. While licking upwards from her neck to her earlobe, his other hand released her b.r.e.a.s.t and looked for a way to take it out from her dress, exposing it to his mouth...

Yet, there was no way... The upper seams of her one-piece dress were too tight. The only path to reach her b.r.e.a.s.ts was to climb all the way up from under her dress, but it extended down to her knees...

Ben knit his brows. In physical escalation like this, he became accustomed to following a linear process: kissing, neck, b.r.e.a.s.ts over clothes, b.r.e.a.s.ts under clothes, then lower But what now? The b.r.e.a.s.ts under clothes step seemed blocked

He wasn't sure what to do, so he made a simple decision. 'I can only improvise...' He slid his hand down all the way until he touched her exposed thigh, his palm rubbing along her velvety skinas he tried to bring his hand upwardsunderneath her dress...

That's when a hand grabbed his. Miyuki stopped him

Although she didn't end the make-out session, she held Ben's handpreventing him from advancing

This was the first time this happened to himbut he was lucky that it was a common situation, which meant Beluga already advised him about it. This stage was Last Minute Resistance, or LMR. During this point, a woman's modest instincts would kick in as they presented light resistance to a man attempting to escalate in the bedroom. It was instinctual, and in realitya sh*t test.

This wasn't the same as genuine resistance, such as a physical struggle, an attempt to leave, or even a simple utterance of the word "no." Those were all lines not to cross. LMR was token resistance to see if the man was assertive and experienced enough to subdue the woman. A test to see if the man possessed these desirable masculine traits; traits that feminine women appreciated. If he did, their appreciation led to s.e.x

It was typical that the more feminine, conservative, and beautiful the woman was, the tougher the LMR they would give. Lower attraction and comfort levels also led to more.

Miyuki was discovering her true self, and she liked Ben, but old habits die hard...with a vengeance

Yet, Ben was unafraid. Beluga gave him a technique to deal with this, so he prepared to defuse...like a young Bruce Willis

Ben's hand retreated and Miyuki removed hers. He took a step back, returning to making out and playing with her tits over her clothes. Then, a minute later, he took two steps forward; Ben brought his hand back down to her dress and tried again.

On this occasion, his fingertips traced up to her smooth thigh againand past it, to the soft outside of her hip That's when Miyuki stopped him again.

So, he took a step back, this time leaving his palm rubbing her thighand she allowed it. A minute later, he moved two steps forward; bringing his hand back up, now making it up to her flat belly before she stopped him

Then, he backed up a stepto her h.i.p.s

Two steps forwards, one step back: this was the technique Beluga told him about. It was a way to wear down the LMR, to pass her test, and it was working.

At a steady pace, Ben continued advancing. Soon, he reached his first destination, Miyuki's first hidden treasure area--her tits...

He caressed them from over Miyuki's bar...

"Ann~" She turned her head with her closed eyes...

Ben passed the first test...

He glanced down. After his arm hiked up her dress, her panties became exposedwhite cotton with a pink flower pattern...

Ben licked his lips. At the same time, Squirtle was causing a ruckus...

Chanting his stupid name over and over from the cage of Ben's imagination...

Then, in Ben's mind, he sprayed Squirtle with a hose...

...

Once it was silent, Ben's eyes became incisive. Like an eagle...

Like a freedom boner...

He was already scouting his next destination.