Tsundere To Yandere

Hearing Myra's words, I can't even think straight. In the next moment, I grab her, pinning her to the seat, and start to kiss her fiercely. Our tongues intertwine as we exchange saliva, our hands exploring each other's bodies.

In the heat of the moment, I lift her and place her on the bed in the carriage, stripping off her clothes like a starving man. As she lies naked before me, I feast my eyes on her body—it looks just as it did the day I took her virginity. Her legs are smooth, and her figure still has that youthful look, especially compared to Lana or Alvida, since she's around my age. But that doesn't mean she's lacking in any way. She's even more endowed in the chest than either of them.

I always compare my women, analyzing every curve and feature of their bodies. Just like souls are unique, so are bodies. What works for one may not work for another. It's important, because the way I pleasure each woman is different.