Chapter 93 - Breaking last minute resistance
Ben tasted green tea again as his mouth interlocked with Miyuki"s…
"She must drink it often," he thought as he explored…her tongue…her lips…her 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 ma.s.saged 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 instead…she already bit his…and 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 instinct…but she grabbed him by the hair, and pulled him back into a kiss…
Ben"s eyes remained opened in surprise…but 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 which…he 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 neck…and started licking upwards…
Her fragrance fell on his nose…past the vanilla…getting the deeper tones now…
His tongue migrated from her clavicle…to her mid-neck…to her chin… Then, he went back down, but this time…sucked...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 enough…he gave it a gentle bite…
"Yes…" Miyuki whispered.
He bit a little harder…
"Oh~" Her pelvis jerked beneath him…
While biting, sucking, tasting…Ben"s hands continued to travel along her delicate cotton dress…feeling her lean stomach without an inch of fat…and 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 elasticity…and 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 please…and clenched her t.i.ts…with 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.e…clasped…and 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 skin…as he tried to bring his hand upwards…underneath 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 hand…preventing him from advancing…
This was the first time this happened to him…but 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 reality—a 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 a.s.sertive 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 t.i.ts 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 again…and 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 thigh…and 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 step…to 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 pa.s.s 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 t.i.ts...
He caressed them from over Miyuki"s bar...
"Ann~" She turned her head with her closed eyes...
Ben pa.s.sed the first test...
He glanced down. After his arm hiked up her dress, her panties became exposed…white 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 b.o.n.e.r...
He was already scouting his next destination.