"Regarding those heavy and cruel matters, we are willing to wait endlessly until you decide to tell us yourself. But..." Jiliang pressed her face tightly against Xia Ya's collarbone. As she shifted, her knee slid between his legs, and her breathing quickened. "But there's no need to wait any longer to let you fully feel how we see you."
"So this is punishment, and also the most direct method." Lacus raised her head from his right side. Her soft palm moved downward and pressed over the spot above Xia Ya's powerfully beating heart. "We're going to make Xia Ya understand again, through his body and his heart, just how much—just how much we love you."
This collapsed-together position was exactly like the arrangement that day on Onogoro, but the heat, the force, and the way they clung so tightly together now without even the slightest gap were utterly different from before.
The sensations pressing in from both sides were far too abundant, too overwhelming. On one side was Jiliang's force, carrying the raw, stubborn intensity of her reckless devotion; on the other was Lacus's soft body covering him with a tenderness that was almost indulgent, yet exquisitely seductive.
Having just laid bare every ounce of their resolve, even their movements carried a wildness and purity stripped of all disguise.
The sweet scent of young women mingled around them, tearing apart the last shred of Xia Ya's resistance.
Both body and soul rapidly climbed toward the threshold known as the limit.
Faced with this "compensation," filled with such deep affection and offered willingly to his lips, faced with this absolute, blazing love that had chosen to embrace him no matter how terrible his past had been, every verbal explanation seemed far too thin. How could the force that had dragged him