Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!

"W-What are you doing with my clothes, I wonder?"

"N-Nothing…" Celene stammered, clutching his pants behind her back, her attempt to hide them pathetic. Her cheeks burned, her body trembling under his gaze.

"Don't be shy, Celene," Xavier teased, moving closer, his hand reaching for the cloth but brushing her hip instead, on purpose.

"What're you doing with my clothes?" His fingers grazed her curves, sending a shiver through her thick, milfy frame.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" she squeaked, her voice shaky, her heart hammering.

'He's so bold,' she thought, panic mixing with a thrill she didn't understand. 'Why's he so close?'

Xavier chuckled, low and dirty, grabbing her chin gently, lifting her face. His lips were inches from hers, his breath hot, his eyes dark with intent.

"Then what're you hiding from me?" he whispered, voice dripping with seduction, so close she could taste his words.

Celene's heart nearly burst, her pussy clenching at his touch. At twenty-five, she'd never been this close to a man, let alone one as charming as Xavier. The closest thing Xavier had done to her was to tease her, he had never been so dangerously close to her before.

'He's too much,' she thought, her maiden heart racing. 'So handsome, so bold… I can't think straight.'

But shame hit hard.

'I can't let him see the clothes! He'll think I'm a pervert.' She'd grabbed his clothes herself, not because he asked, but because she craved his scent.

Xavier's other hand moved, reaching for the cloth behind her back, but she shifted, dodging him. He didn't care—his real target was her. His hand slid lower, grabbing her perky, round ass, squeezing the soft, plump flesh.

'Fuck, so thick,' he thought, his cock hardening as he fondled her, feeling her curves give under his grip. Celene gasped, her whole body twitching, her face flushing crimson as she stumbled back.

'What the hell?*'Xavier thought, smirking at her reaction. 'Found her weak spot already.'

Her ass was perfect, made for grabbing, and her response told him everything. 'This is gonna be easier than I thought.'

He stepped closer, his grin never fading, his voice low and teasing. "C'mon, tell me what you're hiding. I promise I won't tell anyone."

"You promise?" Celene asked, voice small, her eyes wide, searching his face.

"Don't you trust me?" Xavier said, leaning in, his handsome face all innocent charm. "Do I look like someone who betrays trust?"

Celene's gaze softened, guilt hitting her. 'He looks so sincere,' she thought, her heart wavering.

She still doubted his sincerity, but his charm was too much, pulling her in. She slowly brought her hands forward, revealing his cloth, her face burning with shame.

"What were you doing with them?" Xavier pressed, his grin turning wicked.

"I won't tell you!" Celene snapped, clutching the cloth tighter, her voice firm but trembling.

"Oh, c'mon, Celene," Xavier said, his tone mock-sad, his eyes glinting.

"Aren't you like my big sister? You gonna hide this from your little brother?" His face fell, all puppy-dog sadness, but his mind was laughing.

'She's eating this up.'

Celene's heart twisted.

'When did I become his big sister?' But his sad look broke her.

"O-Okay, I'll tell you," she stammered, blushing harder. "B-But you have to promise not to tell anybody."

Xavier's face lit up, and he pulled her into a tight hug, his strong arms wrapping around her. "I knew you were the best!" he said, his voice warm, but his grin pure sin.

Her soft, bountiful tits pressed against his chest, so plush, so fucking perfect, he could feel her nipples through her dress. His cock throbbed, his mind racing with how he'd make her moan.

Celene froze, her body tingling from his embrace. 'This feels so good,' she thought, letting him hold her, her shame melting under his warmth. 'He's my 'little brother'… but why's my heart racing?'

"So, Celene," Xavier murmured, his lips close to her ear, "what were you doing with my clothes?"

Her blush deepened, but she'd promised. "I-I was wondering if s-sex felt as good as they say…" she admitted, voice barely a whisper. "It must be really good for Lady Seraphina to moan like that…"

"Hmm? Just that?" Xavier teased, stepping closer, his body brushing hers.

Celene didn't answer, her face burning, her pussy tingling at the memory of Seraphina's moans.

'I want to know,' she thought, shame and curiosity warring inside her. 'I shouldn't, but I want him to show me.'

Xavier saw his opening, his grin turning predatory.

"Why not confirm it yourself?" he said, voice low, dripping with promise. He leaned in, his hand sliding to her waist, pulling her closer, her tits pressing harder against him.

"I can show you how good it feels," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear, his cock aching to claim her right there.