The Return Of The Exiled Villain-Chapter 281: *Lyra’s Jealousy (III)*

Gray looked up at her flushed face for a moment, his expression warm despite the faint teasing glint in his eyes.

"It feels amazing, Lyra," he replied softly, his voice was sincere in exactly the way she had secretly hoped.

"Your breast is so soft… and warm. It fits perfectly in my hand. I like it a lot."

A rush of relief and happiness flooded through her.

'He… he really said it nicely… I'm so glad…'

Her chest felt lighter, the embarrassing heat on her face mixing with a sweet flutter in her stomach.

She was glad he didn't tease her too harshly, glad he answered gently. It made her feel a little braver.

But then she noticed something.

Gray's hand stayed perfectly still beneath hers. He didn't squeez or massage it. He simply held her massive right breast, without doing anything more.

Lyra's brows furrowed slightly in confusion and a tiny bit of disappointment.

'Why isn't he… moving his hand? I already put it there… Isn't he supposed to do something now?'

Then she caught the faint, teasing smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

'Ah…'

Realization instantly hit her.

She was the one who had demanded to take the lead. Of course he was going to make her say it out loud.

'But… there should be limits to taking the lead, right? I already did the hard part by placing his hand there… Can't he at least squeeze or move on his own…?'

Still, the longer he waited with that gentle but mischievous smirk, the more her determination flickered back.

"S-Say it…" she whispered, voice barely audible.

Gray leaned his head slightly closer to her ear, his warm breath brushing against it and making her sensitive ear flush and quiver.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"W-what…?" Lyra's eyes widened, her voice cracking with fresh shyness.

"Tell me," he repeated calmly.

"What do you want me to do with your breast, Lyra?"

Her mind went blank for a second.

'N-No way… He really wants me to say it clearly…? This is too embarrassing… I already put his hand there… Why does he have to make me say the words…?'

Her face burned hotter than ever.

"...Gulp!"

She swallowed hard, biting her lower lip as her fingers trembled slightly over his hand.

After a few seconds of internal struggle, she finally managed to speak, voice shy and almost stammering.

"P-Please… touch my breasts… Squeeze them… or… or massage them gently… I-I want to feel your hand moving on them…"

The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to hide her face in his neck from pure embarrassment. Her ears felt like they were on fire.

Gray's smirk softened into something warmer, though the teasing glint never fully disappeared.

"As you wish, princess…"

His gently voice reached out to her ears as his hand finally began to move beneath hers.

At first, he simply gave her breast a slow, firm squeeze, letting his fingers sink deeply into the soft, warm flesh.

Squish~

The quiet sound made Lyra's breath catch in her throat.

"Mmmh~♡"

Then he started massaging her properly, kneading the soft mound in slow circles, his palm rolling over the sensitive peak.

His thumb brushed across her already stiff nipple, circling the sensitive peak through her clothes before gently pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ahn~!♡"

A sharp, sweet moan escaped her instantly.

Gray didn't stop there, alternating between gentle kneading and firmer squeezes, occasionally tugging lightly on her nipple, rolling it slowly until it throbbed with pleasure.

He switched to her other breast, giving it the same loving attention: squeezing, massaging, and teasing the hardened bud until both of her nipples stood stiff and aching.

"Nnhaaa~… haa…♡ S-So good…"

Lyra's eyes fluttered half-closed as Gray continued, her hips unconsciously grinding in shy little circles against the thick, hard ridge of his cock.

Every pinch and roll of her nipples sent sparks of heat shooting straight between her legs.

'Oh g-gods… I never k-knew… that having the person I love touch my b-breasts would feel this good…'

The thought made her face burn even hotter.

'Every time he squeezes them… or pinches my nipples… it feels so tingly… and warm… It's making me wet down there…'

"Haa~… Gray… squeeze them more… please…" she whispered breathily, her voice trembling with embarrassment and need.

"Mhm..."

Gray hummed softly in response and used both hands now, cupping and massaging both of her breasts at the same time.

Squish~, squeak!

He kneaded them gently, then more firmly, his fingers sinking deep into the plush softness with repeated squishy sounds.

He pinched both nipples at once, rolling them between his fingers while giving them light, playful tugs.

"Aaahh~♡… mmph! Nngh~… haa…♡"

Lyra's moans grew sweeter and more frequent.

She couldn't stop the soft, needy sounds spilling from her lips as she rocked her hips a little faster against his throbbing hardness.

Her thighs trembled around his waist, and her breathing turned into short, desperate pants.

They stayed like that for a long while, with Gray's hands patiently exploring and pleasuring her chest while Lyra trembled and moaned on top of him, her flushed face half-buried in the crook of his neck.

"Haa… haa…♡ Never knew… that my loved one… touching my breasts… would feel this… this good…" she stammered breathily against his skin, her voice cracking every time he squeezed or pinched.

"It's making me feel so strange… and hot… down there… mmh~♡ I-I can't think straight…"

Gray continued his slow, thorough massage, occasionally leaning up to place soft kisses along her jaw and neck while his hands never stopped working.

"Chip!~~♡"

He gave her breasts one last firm squeeze, thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples, before Lyra's strength finally gave out.

Thump!

With a soft, overwhelmed whimper, she collapsed forward, her body falling fully onto his chest.

Her soft, warm breasts squished beautifully against him as she panted heavily against the side of his neck, hot breaths brushing his skin in rapid little puffs.

"Haa… haa… it feels… so good…" she whispered shakily, still trembling from the lingering pleasure.

Twitch…

Suddenly, she felt his cock twitch hard beneath her, pressing right against her clothed pussy.

Twitch, twitch!

The thick length throbbed again, even harder this time. A fresh wave of embarrassment rushed through her entire body, making her ears burn crimson.

'He… he's twitching so much… because of me…' Her mind filled with nervous, flustered thoughts.

'One day… maybe even today… I'll have to touch it… and maybe… put it inside my pussy…'

The idea made her thighs clench tightly and her heart flutter with both fear and shy excitement.

As if he could sense exactly what she was thinking, Gray's arms gently wrapped around her back, holding her close.

His voice was calm, and reassuring against her ear.

"We don't have to do it, Lyra. We can go as slow as you want…"

Those gentle words washed over her like a soothing wave.

'I love him… I really, really love him so much…' she thought, her chest filling with overwhelming affection and relief.

Without another word, Lyra lifted her head and planted a deep, heartfelt kiss on his lips.

"Mmmph… chuup…♡"

Her tongue shyly slipped into his mouth as she pressed her body fully against him, her soft breasts flattening warmly against his chest, pinning him down against the bed with her weight.

She kissed him slowly and gratefully, pouring all her flustered emotions and love into the kiss while her heart continued to race wildly in her chest.

Lyra kept kissing him deeply, her soft lips moving against his with growing confidence. Soon their kiss turned into a slow, passionate French kiss.

"Mmph… chuup… slurp… mmm~♡"

Her tongue shyly slipped into his mouth, tangling with his in wet, heated strokes. Soft, muffled sounds filled the room as they lost themselves in each other.

Squishy, squish~

Gray's hands stayed on her breasts for a while longer, gently massaging and squeezing them while their tongues danced.

Lyra moaned softly into the kiss every time his fingers rolled her nipples, the pleasure making her grind slowly against the hard bulge beneath her.

They kissed like that for a long time, until Gray finally broke the kiss with a gentle pull.

A thin, glistening bridge of saliva stretched between their swollen lips for a moment before slowly breaking.

Both of them breathed heavily, chests rising and falling as they stared at each other in the quiet dorm room.

"Phew… fuuu…"

"Haah… haa…"

Their breaths mingled warmly in the small space between them. Lyra's eyes were glassy and half-lidded, cheeks still flushed deep crimson.

Gray looked at her with that calm, affectionate gaze, his dull black eyes reflecting her flushed face.

He gently brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away a faint trace of moisture.

"See? There's no need getting all jealous…" he smiled faintly, then leaned in to plant a quick, soft kiss on her lips.

"I truly belong only to you."

Those words hit her heart directly.

Lyra's eyelids fluttered, her breath catching as she gazed at his handsome face.

Especially his dull black eyes… she had always loved how deep and calm they looked. They made her feel safe, wanted, and completely his.

"Mhm…" she nodded shyly, a small, happy smile forming on her lips.

She slowly lowered herself, resting her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Her body relaxed fully against him, soft breasts pressing warmly into his torso.

"…I want to cuddle with you for the rest of the day," she murmured quietly, her voice sounding a little breathy.

At those words, Gray let out a small laugh. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand gently stroking her back while the other rested on her waist.

"Sure… I'm yours for today."

"You'd better stay with me until tomorrow morning…" Her words were muffled as she buried her face deeper into the crook of his neck, nuzzling against his skin.

Gray smiled and gently patted her head, fingers threading soothingly through her hair.

"I'll be here, don't worry…"