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Chapter 26 - Chapter 26: The Devouring Loop

Oliver's hand traveled slowly up her skirt, his touch warm and careful as it grazed her smooth, soft thigh. His fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of her underwear, tugging it gently downward as his lips captured hers in a deep kiss. The sensation surged through her, leaving a trail of heat and desire that seemed to seep deeper into her body with every passing second.

"Mmm."

Yuki moaned into his mouth, her body responding instinctively to the intensity of the moment. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned his sweater, her movements driven by a soft urgency. She wanted to reciprocate, to close the distance between them, feeling the pull of desire that enveloped them both.

The air was thick with anticipation, charged with a silent rhythm as they undressed each other, the tension between them growing stronger with every passing second.

Their connection deepened as they continued, bodies moving in sync, each action and touch a step toward something more.

"Mmm~"

A soft sound escaped Yuki, a breathy expression of the emotions overwhelming her as they lost themselves in the growing intimacy. The shared desire between them pushed them forward, unraveling the space between them.

Yuki's breath hitched, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she felt the heat of Oliver's touch. His hand molded her behind with a firm yet tender grip, each movement heightening the intensity between them.

Her pulse quickened, her body responding eagerly to his touch, a soft gasp escaping her as his hand reached lower. The space between them tightened, the desire now palpable.

Yuki's fingers trembled as she unbuttoned his shirt, a light blush coloring her cheeks. Each delicate movement stirred overwhelming sensations inside her, causing her heart to race. Her body shivered, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, and a quiet conflict stirred within her—part of her yearned for more, while another part hesitated, unsure of where this path would lead.

Oliver's hands moved with steady confidence, each touch sending a surge of warmth through her, deepening the connection that now bound them together.

As Oliver continued to explore her body, a strange energy stirred within him. His Yang energy flowed in a rhythmic pattern, surging in and out of Yuki's body, slipping into her meridians with a force that felt almost like an invasion. It drew out her Yin energy, but not without purpose.

Yuki's body responded instinctively, her senses heightening as his energy enveloped her, pulling deeper into her being before returning to him—stronger and more potent. It thickened, pulsing with newfound intensity before flowing back into him, reinforcing his core.

The energy surged through him, slowly transforming. What was once raw and chaotic began to refine itself, crystallizing into pure Yang Qi. It lingered, strengthening his body and invigorating the Qi within his dantian, pulsing steadily with life.

Half of his energy withdrew again, leaving him, only to return to Yuki's body once more. The cycle repeated—an endless loop, an exchange of power, a bond woven deeper with every passing moment.

Huff~

Oliver panted, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath.

Yuki, slightly out of breath herself, looked at him, her hands slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. As the fabric parted, a light six-pack became visible—defined, though not yet fully pronounced, a subtle indication of the strength he was gaining over time.

"Let's… head to my bedroom… senpai," Yuki murmured, pressing herself closer to him.

Oliver smirked, his fingers giving a teasing squeeze before he murmured, "Lead the way, Yuki-san~"

With a lingering touch, he finally withdrew his hand from beneath her clothing, savoring the warmth of her skin one last time before pulling away. He pressed a light kiss to her lips before rising from the couch, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Yuki shivered, her breath unsteady as her body still hummed with the remnants of his touch. Slowly, she adjusted her clothing, pulling up her panties with slightly trembling fingers before turning toward the hallway.

"This way, senpai."

The air between them was charged, thick with unspoken anticipation. Each step felt heavier, the space between them growing taut with an intensity neither dared to name. Oliver followed her lead, his gaze tracing the gentle curve of her back as she walked ahead.

As they entered her bedroom, a soft, golden glow filled the space. The lamp by her bedside cast a warm, intimate light, illuminating the deep purple duvet neatly draped over the mattress. The bed looked inviting, with plush pillows arranged carefully at the headboard. A faint floral scent lingered in the air, a subtle but intoxicating trace of her presence.

Yuki hesitated for a moment before turning to face him. Her breath was shallow, her fingers curling into the fabric of her skirt as she met his gaze. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her blouse, her hands unsteady as she pulled it over her head.

Oliver's eyes darkened as he took her in, his expression unreadable yet heavy with desire. He stepped forward, deliberate and slow, until the space between them was nearly nonexistent. One hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face up toward his.

Yuki inhaled sharply, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively pressed her legs together.

"I… I can't go all the way with you, senpai…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I still want to take care of you."

Oliver's brow arched slightly at her words. "Oh?" His voice was smooth, teasing, but beneath it, there was a hint of something deeper—perhaps disappointment, perhaps understanding. "And how do you plan to do that?"

Yuki swallowed hard, heat rising to her cheeks as she cast her gaze downward. She hesitated, her fingers clutching the edge of her skirt before finally whispering, "If… if you want me to, I'll use my mouth…"

A slow smirk curved Oliver's lips. "I don't mind~"

Her breath hitched at his response, and for a moment, she could barely move. But then, gathering her courage, she took his hand and gently pulled him toward the bed.

"Sit down, senpai," she said softly, her voice carrying a quiet determination.

Oliver's gaze flickered with amusement as he let himself be led. He sank onto the bed, letting out a small hum of approval as he glanced around. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, the fabric of the duvet cool beneath his hands. The room smelled like her—soft, sweet, and distinctly Yuki.

"Like this?" he murmured, his voice laced with playful amusement.

Yuki nodded, stepping closer, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for his belt.

"…Just relax," she whispered, kneeling before him. "I'll take care of the rest."

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