At first, Lilian Grace just planted soft kisses on Shawn Young's lips. Shawn honestly felt a little guilty, thinking it was kind of naughty to take advantage of the campus goddess like this. He hesitated, even felt a pang of remorse. But as Lilian's French kisses got hotter and wilder, all Shawn's doubts and guilt flew straight out the window—probably landed somewhere in Java.
Naturally, Shawn's mental focus slid south, and those mischievous hands of his wrapped around Lilian's slender waist, pulling her closer. Lilian let out a sweet moan, her arms dropping to hug Shawn's waist right back. Her soft curves pressed against his bare chest—so tempting, especially since Lilian was only wearing a thin white robe, and Shawn was shirtless. Their bodies pressed so close, sparks flew instantly. Shawn started breathing heavy, his hands itching for more adventure, roaming Lilian's back in search of new 'territory.' Lilian trembled, her nose releasing soft whimpers as if she was fighting, resisting—
The real killer? From above, Shawn caught a glimpse of Lilian’s flawless white neck, then his eyes landed on her chest—two snowy half-moons trembling with her rapid breaths. And there they were, the legendary cherries, peeking out with every gasp. Shawn was thrilled to discover—campus queen Lilian wasn’t wearing anything under that robe!
"Oh my god! The legendary cherries! They're really here! They may be small, but man, do they pack a punch—" A surge of animal energy shot to Shawn's head, his eyes wide as he hunted for those elusive cherries playing hide-and-seek. Meanwhile, his testosterone was going wild—
Shawn suddenly felt like if he didn’t take the initiative, he’d be letting down Lilian’s wild passion. So, without hesitation, he kissed Lilian’s creamy neck. She gasped, her stiff body melting. Her delicate hands slid up Shawn’s chest, kneading him with surprising strength—she looked excited, maybe even impatient—
Shawn hadn’t expected her neck to be that sensitive, and this discovery totally amped him up. He figured it was time for some 'deeper research.'
So Shawn’s kisses traveled up, landing on Lilian’s soft, flawless cheeks, his hands roaming her body—soon reaching those round, perky spots. With a gentle lift, he felt that springy firmness, and couldn’t help getting a little rough. Lilian’s face flushed, lips parted, her eyes dreamy like a lost lamb. She looked pained, but more than anything, she was waiting—waiting for Shawn’s next move—
Of course, Shawn wouldn’t let her down. His subconscious screamed that Lilian needed his guidance, that he had to be her guiding light, her compass. How could he refuse such a gorgeous flower? That’d be downright immoral! Maybe even bad karma! (Note: This kid’s already been corrupted by Gavin Grant’s twisted teachings.)
Right then, Shawn kissed Lilian’s parted cherry lips, his tongue slipping in, finding hers—entwined, tangled, heat flowing between them. At that moment, the magic Yara Zen cast on Lilian seemed to explode inside her. She matched Shawn’s passion, her body writhing and rubbing against him like a seductive water serpent, pinning Shawn to the bed. He was surprised by her boldness, especially when her hands slid down his chest, grabbed his waistband, and yanked—Shawn instinctively tried to block her, but Lilian easily broke through, going straight for his 'main cannon,' gripping his control center. Shawn suddenly realized his defenses were paper-thin!
"Oh—getting tackled by a gorgeous babe feels crazy good—bring it on! Let the storm hit me with everything it’s got!" Shawn gave up guarding his 'main cannon,' half-closing his eyes, ready for Lilian’s wild, passionate downpour!
The steamy scene made the onlookers blush—Yara Zen, the sexy housekeeper, and the Pink Panther twins, Fiona Feng and Selena Xue, were all red-faced. Yara sneaked a peek at Shawn’s 'twenty-year-old elephant' gripped by Lilian’s hand, the sight of that proud, raging trunk made her squeeze her thighs together, feeling herself getting insanely wet—
Fiona and Selena couldn’t believe it—after just a little time apart, 'Gavin Grant’s' mammoth had grown so much! It looked downright fierce. The twins couldn’t help but recall Gavin’s wild bag of tricks, and found themselves itching for another go. Their bodies grew weak, and a secret tide surged below, totally unnoticed.
Sadly, all that steamy magic got shattered by a loud, obnoxious yell—
"You bastard—touch my sister again and I’ll chop off your damn elephant!" It was Leon Grace, perched on the sofa, unable to handle the heat any longer. Sure, she was turned on too, but she kept her wits about her. No way could she let Shawn snatch Lilian’s virginity!
"Uh—" Shawn, lost in bliss, snapped to attention at Leon’s shriek. His body stiffened, hands flying to Lilian’s shoulders, eyes popping open.
But Lilian didn’t stop. She kept showering Shawn with passionate kisses—over his cheek, down his neck, all the way to his chest, even teasing his right nipple. The jolt of pleasure raced through Shawn, almost making him cry out. The campus queen’s 'service' was just—way too thorough!
Seeing Shawn blissed out, Leon Grace felt a surge of rage. Shawn was really pushing his luck, taking full advantage of Lilian, the pure campus flower. If Shawn scored right here, Leon would never be able to face Lilian again—she’d promised to protect her, after all!
Leon Grace shouted again, her voice sharp as a whip: "You jerk, you perv—stop it! Touch my sister one more time and I’ll kill you!"