Chapter 203: Marielle’s Uniform [Slight R-18]

Amon stared at Marielle.

She stood in the middle of the living room wearing a school uniform that looked completely fascinating on a grown woman.

The white blouse was stretched tight across her chest.

The fabric pulling hard against the heavy curves of her breasts with every small breath.

The dark plaid skirt was ridiculously short.

When she shifted her weight even slightly, the hem rode up and showed the soft lower half of her buttocks.

Marielle’s face was already flushed with shame.

"Making a mature lady wear something like this..." she muttered, her arms crossed under her chest in a way that only pushed her breasts higher. "This is ridiculous....I look like some stupid attention whore."

Amon let his eyes travel over her without any hurry.

The blouse looked ready to burst under those massive boobs.

The skirt was so short it barely qualified as clothing.

Every time she moved, more of her thighs came into view.

She kept trying to tug the hem down, but it was useless.

Compared to Seraphina’s lighter, more delicate frame, Marielle’s body was heavier and fuller in every place that mattered.

Her breasts alone looked like they could fill both of his hands and still spill over.

Sidney’s were soft and perky, easy to play with.

These were denser, the kind that came with age and a body that had fully matured.

The weight of them alone made his fingers itch.

"You look beautiful in it," he said.

Marielle glared at him. "Don’t lie to me and why do you even have a dress like this?"

"I bought it for Seraphina," Amon answered without hesitation. "I wanted to fuck her while she was still wearing it with the skirt flipped up. She would have looked cute don’t you think?"

Marielle’s glare intensified the moment he mentioned her niece. "Don’t talk about her like that."

Amon smiled. "You shouldn’t make that face."

He moved his gaze over her mature body and continued. "You’ve already seen how perverted she is. You watched her take every inch of me and beg for more. Remember?"

"I was forced to watch," Marielle snapped. "That doesn’t mean I enjoyed it and stop comparing me to her."

"Why? You’re both wet for the same man."

Marielle’s lips pressed into a thin line.

She took a deep breath, and the tight blouse stretched even further across her chest. "Just get this over with before I change my mind."

Amon tilted his head. "Get on the table and spread your legs."

Marielle’s eyes widened. "If I do that you’ll see my panties. Are you that desperate?"

"That’s why I made you wear a skirt this short. I wanted the view."

"...Perverted bastard."

"We made a bet remember?"

She glared at him for another long second.

Her face was burning, but in the end she still obeyed.

Marielle walked to the low table in front of the sofa, climbed onto it, and slowly spread her legs.

The short skirt rode up immediately, exposing the black simple panties underneath.

She didn’t try to hide herself. She just sat there with her thighs open showing herself off.

Amon looked at her without any shame.

The view was excellent.

The clear outline of her panties, and the way she forced herself to stay still even though she was clearly dying of embarrassment.

Sidney would have teased him while spreading her legs and asked if he liked what he saw.

Seraphina would have blushed but still looked at him with hungry eyes, waiting for praise.

Marielle just glared at him.

The hate in her eyes only made the submission sweeter.

’She’s really a pervert’ He thought. ’Sitting there like that after only a few words. Pretending she doesn’t want it while her body is already ready.’

He walked over, took her hand, and guided her down from the table.

Amon sat on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him.

The soft weight of her settled against his thighs.

The short skirt bunched up around her hips, leaving almost nothing between them.

Amon’s hands rose and cupped her breasts through the tight blouse.

Marielle’s breath hitched.

He squeezed gently at first, feeling the heavy softness fill his palms.

Her nipples were already stiff under the fabric.

The blouse was so tight he could clearly see their shape.

"Ah..."

A quiet, unwilling moan slipped out of her.

Amon kept groping her.

His thumbs brushing over the hard peaks while he watched her face.

Marielle’s eyes had gone half-lidded and her hands rested on his shoulders, not pushing him away.

"You’re already making those sounds and I haven’t even taken anything off yet," he said.

"Shut up... just hurry."

"Your niece moans prettier, but you feel heavier in my hands, it feels like they were made to be squeezed hard."

"Don’t compare me to my niece" Marielle hissed, but her voice already lacked strength.

"No. You’re better in some ways."

Marielle’s fingers dug into his shoulders, but she still didn’t push him away.

He ignored the weak protest and began unbuttoning her blouse one by one.

The white fabric fell open, revealing a black bra that was clearly struggling to contain her.

The soft upper curves spilled over the cups.

Amon reached behind her, found the clasp, and unhooked it with a single motion.

The bra loosened and he pulled it aside and finally got his hands on her bare breasts.

They were even heavier than they looke and full enough that his fingers sank deep into them.

Marielle’s breasts felt like they belonged to a woman who had fully grown into her body.

The kind of breasts that made a man want to bury his face in them and stay there.

Marielle’s head tipped forward. Another moan left her throat as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"Amon... I can’t take it anymore..."

He raised an eyebrow, still playing with her. "Are you going to cum just from me touching your breasts?"

"I would never do something that pathetic--"

"Your niece can cum from less and you’re not that different. Look at how hard these are already."

"I am nothing like her. Stop saying that."

Amon’s right hand left her chest and slid down between their bodies.

He pushed the short skirt higher, hooked a finger into the side of her panties, and pulled the fabric aside.

Cool air touched her already-wet folds for a second before his fingertip lightly tapped her clit.

Marielle’s entire body jerked.

A sharp, broken cry escaped her as she came hard.

Her thighs clamped around his hips.

Clear fluid soaked through the thin fabric of her panties and onto his pants.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

Tears of overstimulation gathered at the corners of her eyes.

Amon watched her with a small, satisfied smile. "You’re really weak."

"Shut up..."

"All that attitude, and a tap is all it takes."

Marielle glared at him through the flush and the tears, breathing hard, still trembling from the sudden orgasm.

"I hate you. I really hate you."

"You still came on my hand and you’re still sitting on my lap with your tits out."

"Because of that stupid bet otherwise I would never fuck a guy like you."

"Who said anything about fucking?"

Marielle glared him down with her purple eyes and bit her lips both in shame and embarassment.

Amon couldn’t hold back any longer. He leaned in and kissed her.

Marielle made a small sound of surprise against his mouth, then kissed him back with unexpected force.

Her tongue pushed against his, trying to take control.

She was fighting him for dominance even while her body was still shaking from the climax he had just forced out of her.

The kiss was messy and aggressive.

She bit his lower lip once, hard enough to sting.

She immediately deepened the kiss again as if she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to hurt him or lose herself in him.

Amon smiled against her mouth and squeezed her bare breasts harder, drawing another muffled moan out of her.

Even now she was still fighting him.