An Itch That Cannot Be Scratched

The more their tongues brushed against one another, the more their hands touched each other's bodies, the hotter the heat inside of them burnt.

At first, it was barely noticeable. But now, the burning in their stomach and every other part of their body could be felt.

Both were hyperaware of that heat.

And no "Heat Resistance" Passive Skill could deal with it or diminish it even by a bit.

Both were burning hot from the inside out, and each could feel the other's heat.

Elisa pulled back slightly.

He followed.

She pulled back further.

He followed.

Elisa couldn't help but smile as she kissed him.

He didn't want it to stop. He wanted to continue. He wanted more. He wanted her. More of her. Elisa took it as a sign of his affection. Of his passion. Of his love for her.

'You like me that much, huh?' The thought made her feel slightly embarrassed, but it was a strange kind of embarrassment. A strange kind of shame.