"Okay, okay, I'll try... but it doesn't really listen to me, it only listens to you... so why don't you help me?" Draco said helplessly, just to try and... get some Fawley for himself.
" Draco Malfoy! You, you shut up! Don't say another word!" Hermione's ears were now so red they looked like they could bleed.
I really want to seal his mouth shut with Silencing Charm!
This scoundrel is going way off track!
So she stopped talking and moving around, and like a self-deceiving little ostrich, stubbornly buried her head in his chest, trying to fight the unsettling situation with silence.
Even now, his mind was still wandering.
Merlin... how long are we going to have to wait?... Forever... Forever my foot! Hurry up and get down here...
Once again, after an agonizing silence,
Hermione could clearly sense that
Disappeared...
She let out a sigh of relief, her body, which had been stiff for so long, seemed to have regained control.
Then he awkwardly and clumsily broke free from Draco, even staggering slightly because his legs were weak, but luckily he managed to steady himself by grabbing the armrest of a nearby chair.
She then hurriedly straightened her somewhat disheveled swimsuit, along with the black bow and halter neck strap.
Draco's body then relaxed.
Watching Hermione frantically adjust her swimsuit, especially the way she gathered her chest, a mischievous smile crept onto his lips.
Then his gaze refocused on the striking curves in Hermione's chest, as if he had discovered a new continent.
"This... this already has a C cup, right? How come I never noticed before?" Draco recalled the feeling of hugging or through clothes, and it seemed he had indeed... underestimated it?
Upon hearing this, Hermione was so embarrassed she almost jumped up!
"What C-cup stuff! And the fact that you only just realized that shows you never pay attention to your wife! All you do is look at other pretty girls all day..." she said, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Nonsense! This just proves I'm very disciplined!" Draco retorted. "If I were... if I weren't disciplined, I would have known the exact dimensions long ago, why would I have waited until now to discover it?"
After listening, Hermione thought it made some sense.
However, fearing she might explode if she continued to dwell on this dangerous topic, she quickly changed the subject to ease the somewhat ambiguous and awkward atmosphere:
"Stop being so cheeky! Hurry up and put on your sunscreen!" She turned and walked to the white beach chair next to them, picked up the bottle of sunscreen that had fallen on it, and shoved it back into Draco's hand, urging, "Are you still going to practice swimming? The sun is getting stronger."
"Practice! Of course I'll practice! Apply it right now!" Draco's eyes lit up again, his earlier grievances and "excuses" instantly vanishing as he hurriedly took the sunscreen.
Unscrew the cap, and eagerly squeezed out a large dollop of white lotion, rubbing it in my palms to warm it up, my eyes filled with anticipation.
"Let's apply the back first... I can't reach it." Hermione lay down on the beach chair, burying her face in the soft towel.
But this pose revealed the beautiful curves of her back, her slender waist, and the shapely curves of her buttocks encased in off-white shorts to Draco without reservation.
Sunlight streamed onto her fair, smooth skin, and the thin straps of her swimsuit crisscrossed at her back, adding a touch of restrained allure.
These curves... this waist-to-hip ratio... this skin... it's simply the most perfect masterpiece of the Creator... He sighed inwardly, this isn't for swimming, it's for taking his life.
"Hmm?" After waiting a while with no response, Hermione, still with her arms wrapped around herself, turned her head in confusion and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Don't just talk the talk, walk the walk!" She was also nervous and expectant, and could feel the burning gaze constantly fixed on her back.
"Right away!" Draco snapped back to reality.
After calming his agitated mind, he slowly placed his palm on Hermione's smooth back skin.
"Mmm..." Hermione trembled slightly the moment his palm touched her, as if she had been electrocuted, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
The sound made Hermione cover her mouth in embarrassment.
"Is it cold?" Draco noticed her trembling and softened his movements, beginning to slowly make circles.
Then he moved the cool lotion over her back, spreading it evenly, occasionally tracing the hollows of her spine.
Every unintentional touch,
This would make Hermione's breathing quicken even more!
"It's... it's alright..." Hermione felt as if those hands were lighting a fire, the application was slow and meticulous, and the subtle teasing made her a little impatient, so she couldn't help but urge them on.
" Draco, stop dawdling! Are you embroidering? Hurry up and spread it evenly, because the sun is about to set!"
"That's an exaggeration!" Draco laughed.
When Draco applied the ointment to her slender waist and the part covered by the edge of her shorts, Hermione's body stiffened abruptly; that area was too sensitive and too private!
"Here... I can do it myself..." Hermione finally couldn't hold back any longer, her toes curling tightly in the beach chair.
The shame and pleasure of being controlled intertwined, making her weak and helpless, slumped onto the chair, letting him ravage her.
"Don't move, it'll be done soon." Draco pressed down on her side as she tried to dodge, quickly applying the last bit of sunscreen.
"Okay, turn around now, it's time to apply the color to the front."
Draco reluctantly withdrew his hand.
Hermione, as if granted a pardon, slowly sat up, her face still flushed, her eyes darting away, avoiding his gaze, and whispered:
"I can reach what's ahead myself, I can do it myself..."
I wouldn't dare let him apply it to the front; that would be too much...
"No. As a swimming coach, it's my responsibility to ensure my students take comprehensive sun protection measures, leaving no blind spots," Draco said, unusually righteous and indignant.
"The collarbone, shoulders... these areas are more prone to sunburn, and you might not be able to apply sunscreen evenly, resulting in uneven color."
"For the sake of your skin health and the smooth running of the teaching activities, I, the coach, must carefully apply the cream beforehand." He spoke with Diadem and reasonable tone.
Hermione was both amused and exasperated by his coaching style.
But for some reason, I didn't feel much resistance.
A slight smile played on her lips as she thought to herself: This scoundrel, even his excuses are so blatantly plausible...
Never mind... Hermione thought...
Anyway... she's already Mrs. Malfoy...
"Then hurry up... don't touch me!"
Hermione reluctantly agreed.
With permission granted, Draco's eyes gleamed with an astonishing light. Suppressing his excitement, he squeezed out some more sunscreen and rubbed it in his palms to warm it up. This time, his gaze was even more intense.