Sunny stirred awake, and once again, the first thing he saw were Master Jet's gorgeous breasts—right beside him.
Honestly, who wouldn't want to wake up to that view, especially after surviving a literal nightmare?
Jet was stretching lazily, arms extended over her head. The motion made the thin fabric of her top pull taut over her full chest, teasing the eye with every breath she took. She looked relaxed, maybe a little bored, her sleepy expression adding to the allure.
She caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you staring at?"
Sunny chuckled despite the lingering ache in his body.
"I'll only tell you if you promise not to slap me."
Jet smirked knowingly. She had a pretty good idea of what was on his mind. Still, she decided to tease him.
"Alright, no slaps—just tell me."
She assumed he wouldn't have the guts to say it outright. After all, he was just a young man who'd barely escaped death. Naive. Inexperienced. Or so she thought.
Sunny gave her a calm smile.
"Your boobs. You're easy on the eyes, Master."
Jet's smile faltered for a split second. She hadn't expected him to say it so bluntly—even though she knew. Her hand instinctively flew toward his head, but mid-swing, she remembered her promise. Too late. Her palm connected hard with his cheek.
And he passed out.
A little too hard, apparently.
With a sigh and a hint of guilt, she freed him from the table and carried him to a softer, more comfortable room. She sat beside him, watching his chest rise and fall. His boldness had taken her off guard—and intrigued her. When he finally came to, he grinned.
"You're a liar."
She smirked, amused.
"And you weren't exactly polite."
"True," he said, stretching slightly. "But I never promised I would be. I'm Sunny, by the way. What should I call you? You're a Master, right?"
Jet raised an eyebrow again, impressed by his cheek.
"Yes, I am," she said with a soft laugh. Then she noticed where his eyes had wandered again.
"Do you want to touch them that badly, Sunny? Risking another slap?"
He didn't hesitate.
"Yes. If all I get is a slap, then it's worth it. I'm from the outskirts. I didn't think I'd survive my first nightmare—yet here I am. But I don't think I'll make it through the Winter Solstice. So if a beauty like you is offering… I'm not passing that up."
Jet blinked, stunned.
Had she, Jet the Soul Reaper, just been hit on—effectively—by a 19-year-old?
But the look in his eyes… he wasn't joking. There was nothing playful or naïve in his expression. It was grounded, intense, and all too real.
Something inside her stirred. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, like she was real—not just a title. Maybe it was that they were both from the outskirts, from places that shaped them in the harshest ways. Whatever it was, she felt her lips curling into a smirk.
"Alright then," she said with a sultry smile, "go on. Let's see how much you can handle."
Sunny didn't need to hear that twice. Carefully, he cupped one of her breasts in his hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. He started to massage it slowly, instinctively. His movements were soft, controlled—almost reverent. As her nipples hardened under his fingers, he shifted his attention there, circling and teasing with a finesse that made her breath hitch.
Jet let out a quiet, stifled moan, eyes wide. She hadn't expected him to be this good.
Her core tingled—wetness growing between her thighs just from his touch. That never happened. She had dealt with her fair share of men, but none of them ever made her feel this way. She had never truly trusted them, not really. But this boy… this man… was different.
Leaning closer, she whispered into his ear, her voice low and velvet-smooth:
"You can call me Jet, Sunny. Have you had your first kiss yet?"
He blinked, surprised.
"No."
She smiled softly, leaned in, and brushed her lips against his. Just a gentle kiss. That's all she meant to give. A taste.
But Sunny had other plans.
The moment their lips met, something changed. His mouth opened to hers, and suddenly their tongues were dancing—hot, eager, intoxicating. He kissed her like he meant to leave a mark. His hands were under her top, massaging her nipples exactly how she liked it. The combination of his mouth and hands had her head spinning.
It had been so long since she'd been touched like this. Her body betrayed her; she was soaking wet already.
Eyes half-lidded, she moaned into the kiss. One hand grabbed his cheek, the other pulled his head deeper into her, and she didn't care anymore. She just wanted more of him.
His hand slid lower, gliding down her waist, exploring every curve, every dip of her body. Heat radiated from every place he touched. Then—lower still—he reached her pussy, caressing her through the thin fabric of her pants. It didn't offer much resistance. Her wetness soaked through, and she gasped.
Jet pulled back, chest heaving. For a moment, Sunny thought it was over.
Then she dropped to her knees.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she unbuttoned his pants—but paused, smirking.
"We can't do this like savages. You need a shower," she said, her voice thick with suggestion. "Let me show you how."
She stood and gently pushed the half-undressed Sunny into the next room—a simple shower space. He was hesitant, embarrassed by his lean, underfed frame, but she didn't seem to care. That made him care less too.
Jet turned on the water, letting it run over his naked body, and stepped in after him, now undressed herself. She knelt again, eyes on his already-hard cock. Her hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly, and it hardened further in her grip.
Bigger than she expected.
She didn't say anything, but the thought lingered. This wasn't just big—it was the biggest she'd ever touched.
When he didn't respond right away, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Gently at first, teasing the tip with her tongue, licking just where she knew it counted. Sunny let out a soft, muffled moan. She smirked around him and went deeper, closing her lips around his shaft and bobbing back and forth.
It didn't all fit—not even close. But she loved the challenge.
She moved faster, sloppier, making wet, lewd noises. When she looked up to gauge his reaction, her eyes met his—and she froze, momentarily stunned.
He looked… happy. But also something more. There was a depth in his gaze, a kind of darkness mixed with clarity that didn't belong to someone his age. It unsettled her.
Then his hand touched her cheek, gently, almost lovingly.
He turned off the shower.
Without a word, he lifted her—barely—but enough to carry her out and lay her down on the table. She let him. Still lost in that look.
And then—she moaned.
Loud. Raw. Unfiltered.
It was her.
He was licking her like a goddamn expert. His tongue found her clit, circled, flicked, pressed—all with maddening precision. One hand rubbed her nipple, the other explored her thigh, teasing her deeper.
She tried to stay composed. She couldn't.
The moans poured out of her, her hands clutching his hair, her hips grinding into his mouth. Then he slipped his tongue inside her and added pressure with a finger to her most sensitive spot.
She couldn't hold it in.
She came. Hard. Without warning.
Her entire body trembled as the pleasure ripped through her like a wave, and her mind went blank.
Sunny was still between her thighs, still holding her like she was the most precious thing he'd ever tasted.
And Jet could only lie there, breathless, her world spinning, wondering how the hell this young man had just undone her with nothing but his hands, his mouth, and that intense look in his eyes.