Evan dropped to one knee, gesturing for Alison to lie on his back. She did so, her hands grasping his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her legs. With a deep breath, he began to walk forward, his strides long and purposeful.
Alison's slender frame made her easy to carry, but Evan couldn't help but think of Lindsay, her plump figure and full breasts a tantalizing prospect. He pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. As he walked, his hands instinctively slid up to support Alison's buttocks, the slippery school uniform offering little resistance.
The material was thin, and beneath it, Alison's skin was soft and yielding. Evan's hands seemed to mold to her shape, his fingers splayed wide to cradle her hips. His touch was gentle, but Alison's body responded with a rush of heat, her skin prickling with sensitivity.
"Hold on tighter, or it will keep falling down," Evan cautioned, his voice low and husky. Alison hummed, her face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness. She was unused to being this close to another boy, and the proximity was making her heart pound in her chest.
As she raised her body, trying to maintain some semblance of balance, her weight shifted precariously onto Evan's hand. She felt a jolt of panic as his fingers brushed against her buttocks, the contact sending a spark of electricity through her entire body.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Evan's hand was like a brand, searing her skin with its heat. Alison's breathing faltered, her body weakening as she struggled to maintain control. She twisted, trying to shift her weight, but only managed to slide further into Evan's grasp.
In the end, she had no choice but to surrender, her arms wrapping around Evan's neck as she pressed her chest against his broad back. The contact was electrifying, her breasts molding to his body with a softness that left her breathless.
As she held on tight, Alison felt a strange, tingling sensation at the base of her thighs. It was a feeling she'd never experienced before, and it left her both thrilled and terrified. With a surge of determination, she gritted her teeth and held on, her body pressed tightly against Evan's as they walked on, the world around them fading into the background.
As Alison stood behind Evan, she couldn't help but feel a searing heat emanating from his back, seeping through the thin fabric of his clothes to the most sensitive buds on her chest.
The sensation was both disquieting and exhilarating, leaving her feeling uneasy yet stimulated in a way she'd never experienced before.
It was as if her very being was being awakened, drawing her in with an otherworldly allure that left her wanting more. As Evan's body swayed, Alison's breasts were pressed against his back, lightly or heavily, sending shivers down her spine as if being kneaded by an invisible hand, teasing her sensitive nerves and leaving her breathless.
It was a sensation she'd never known before, one that left her feeling both vulnerable and alive. In her sixteen years, Alison had never experienced anything quite like it. Her youthful body, untouched by anyone's hands, seemed to be leaving its mark on her, opening the tightly closed doors of her heart and inviting in the unknown. It was as if she'd stumbled upon a hidden world, one that was full of mystery and promise.
Evan, however, was oblivious to the turmoil he'd unleashed within Alison. He was too caught up in his own thoughts, his focus fixed on the girl behind him. He sensed her growing heavier, her breathing faster, and her body twisting in constant motion. Assuming she was in a hurry, he quickened his pace, soon depositing Alison at the doorstep of her home.
The compound where Alison's family lived was a tranquil oasis, full of three-story buildings, lush trees, and an elegant atmosphere.
Evan's eyes lingered on the scene, his envy palpable. He knew that Alison's grandfather was a retired leader in the county, and that was the reason they'd been able to secure a home in this exclusive compound. Noh Min's pursuit of Alison was no secret, but Evan suspected that there was more to it than met the eye.
He wondered if his father's instructions were behind it all.
As Alison stepped off Evan's back, she felt a pang of reluctance. She looked up at him, her eyes searching for answers, and said hesitantly, "Thank you, Evan. Why don't you come in and sit for a while before leaving?" Evan's smile was warm, but his words were firm. "No, it's getting late.
Let's talk about it another day." He turned to leave, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he couldn't explain his actions to Noh Min.
As he walked away, Alison's eyes followed him, a hint of resentment etched on her face.
Could it be that he truly had no feelings for her at all?
Alison's thoughts swirled as she walked to the small building next to her home. She changed her shoes and entered the living room, her mind still reeling from the encounter. It was there that she found her mother, Kang Su-bin, descending from the upstairs bedroom.
The middle-aged beauty was a vision of elegance, her purple silk nightgown accentuating her curvy figure. Her plump calves were exposed, smooth and white, and the jade peaks in front of her chest were bulging, trembling slightly as she moved. Two bright red spots, like cherries, beckoned to Alison, their allure impossible to ignore.
Alison's eyes met her mother's, and she smiled sweetly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mom, I'm back." She walked over and snuggled into Kang Su-bin's arms, the warmth and comfort of the moment a balm to her frazzled nerves.
Kang Su-bin, the deputy director of the county's song and dance troupe, was a woman of beauty and poise, her features a 70% match for Alison's.
She raised her hand and touched Alison's head, her smile a gentle inquiry. "Who was that boy who sent you back just now? Why didn't you let him come in and sit down? That's not very polite." Alison's response was immediate, her annoyance palpable. "I did invite him inside, but he refused my invitation."
A look of surprise crossed Kang Su-bin's face, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in her daughter's words. Alison had always been a spoiled child, arrogant and entitled.
But this was different.
This was a boy who'd rejected her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and unsure.
Kang Su-bin's curiosity was piqued, and she found herself wondering about the origin of this boy who'd looked down on her own daughter.
Who was he, and what made him so confident in his rejection? The questions swirled in her mind, a mystery waiting to be solved.
It was a typical day at the school, with students hurrying to and fro, their conversations and laughter filling the air. Evan, a freshman, had been visiting Lindsay several times in the past few days, but each time, he would stumble upon Jennifer in her office, leaving him with no choice but to find a hasty excuse to leave.
He couldn't help but wonder if Lindsay was deliberately trying to avoid him or if Jennifer was simply trying to subtly warn him to stay away from Lindsay.
Was she using this method to caution him about their relationship?
In reality, neither Jennifer nor Lindsay had no such intentions.
Jennifer had always felt like an outcast in school, with few friends to her name. But after finally gaining Lindsay's trust, she found herself wanting to share her inner world with her, to confide in her as if she were her own sister.
If she had any good news, she would always make it a point to share it with Lindsay first, as a way of showing her appreciation for their friendship.
Lindsay, however, was well aware of Jennifer's thoughts and feelings. She knew that refusing Jennifer's kindness or asking her to stop visiting her office would only serve to make things more suspicious and potentially damage her relationship with Evan.
So, she chose to be understanding and accommodating, even though it meant tolerating Jennifer's frequent visits.
As the day wore on, Evan found himself growing increasingly restless, his desire for Lindsay becoming almost unbearable. He could no longer resist the urge to see her, and so he slipped outside her office, hoping to catch her off guard. When he saw that the curtains were drawn, he felt a surge of excitement, assuming that Jennifer must not have been there. But as he approached the door, he noticed that it was slightly ajar, and his heart skipped a beat as he pushed it open and stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit, with only a faint glow emanating from the window. Lindsay was changing out of her clothes, her back to him as she unhooked her bra with both hands.
Her exposed back was a sight to behold, smooth and unblemished, with a subtle sheen to it. Her arms, too, were plump and white, and Evan couldn't help but be drawn to them. As he watched, Lindsay took off her bra, and her breasts sprang into view, firm and full, with a gentle sway to them. She held them in her hands, admiring them in the mirror, pinching them from time to time and sighing softly.