Legendary Soul Art
[Daily Updates at 15:00 GMT+2] Becoming a Soul Artist was every kid's dream and goal in life. They would train hard since young and then join the Soul Academy to make their parents proud. When a mysterious teen walked up the stage to get tested during the yearly Selection, everyone assumed he had the same dream. They were wrong. He had much bigger goals and he bet with his life to achieve them. His name was Number One. —————— Check out my other novels too! Author's Insta -> instagram.com/piokilek Discord -> https://discord.gg/mFmYwyT
Commitment (*)
"Do you think I don't know what you are doing…?" Number One questioned speechlessly as he watched Nami wipe his legs.
Each time Nami neared his waist, she would accidentally bump against his crotch. First, it was the towel but she soon switched to an elbow and even her forearm. She teased him over and over again until Number One became fully erect.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Nami replied with feigned innocence. "I just finished wiping your legs but I'm still not done. Don't worry, I will only reach your waist and below."
Nami grabbed the towel in two hands and slowly slid it up from Number One's legs, all the way to his stomach. It coincidently stopped right on top of his erection and she carefully wrapped the towel around his waist. Her face was almost leaning against him in the process while her eyes were leveled with his crotch.