Master of Lust-Chapter 230: Rick and Jemimah [1] [18+]

Chapter - 230

Rick watched as Jemimah stretched her arms above her head, her movements graceful and unselfconscious. The towel she had wrapped around her shifted slightly, revealing the curve of her breasts just above the nipples. Moonlight bathed her in a soft glow, accentuating every delicate line and contour.

Rick's eyes fixed on her, his heart pounding, a current of lust surging through his veins. But Jemimah didn't adjust the towel. It seemed she didn't realize or maybe she didn't care. She just kept looking at the moon and smiled, a cute and beautiful view which ignited the fire inside Rick even more.

[Ding!]

[

Quest: Why don't you speed it up? Place your hands on those inviting legs and Kiss the beauty?

Quest Duration: 1-Day

Quest Rewards: $200,000; Ero Points: 35,000; And a Revelation in the next 5 minutes

Quest Penalties: Erectile Dysfunction: The host won't be able to get his little brother even when the lust meter for the target reaches maximum. Penalty will last for 3 days.

]

He swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise within him, struggling to keep his composure. "Jemimah," he began, his voice a little shaky. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier today. I shouldn't have barged into the room while you were…"

It has been a few days since his little Rick had gotten into action. And now it was raging to get into the act.

"It's okay," Jemimah interrupted, her voice soft and forgiving. "It wasn't your fault. You didn't know." Her face blushed red, the memory of the moment clearly playing in her mind.

Once Rick heard Jemimah, a playful smirk crept on his face, "But I must say," he continued, his voice growing steadier, "I enjoyed the view." He placed a hand gently on Jemimah's knee, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his palm.

The touch was gentle but electrifying, sending a shiver up her spine. She looked at him, her eyes widening slightly but she didn't pull away. There was a spark of curiosity, perhaps even a hint of excitement in her gaze.

[

1. Do I even need to say? Praise the girl. Which girl does not like to be praised? (Temptation +5)

2. Just let your hand do the talking. (Temptation +0)

3. Pull your hand away. You are being so unruly. (Temptation - 10)

]

"You are really beautiful," Rick said, his voice low and sincere. "When I saw you then… Your body... It was just so... so mesmerizing. It made my mind numb. I could not take my eyes off you."

Jemimah's breath hitched slightly. She looked down at his hand on her knee, then back up into his eyes. There was a mixture of surprise and intrigue in her gaze, a spark of something deeper that mirrored the desire he felt.

Rick felt a magnetic pull towards her, "I've wanted to tell you for a long time," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Being around you… it's intoxicating."

"Long time?" Jemimah's brow raised when she heard Rick, but just then her body flinched as she felt Rick's hand slowly move upwards as his fingers caressed her soft thighs.

Jemimah stammered, her eyes fixated on Rick. "What are you doing...?"

Rick stepped closer, cutting off her words with an intensity that made her heart race. "Even now…" he said, his voice low and rough with emotion.

[

1. Girls have a thing for guys that are poetic. Why not bring in the moon, her eyes, into the mix. Praise her. (Temptation +10)

2. Don't beat around the bush. Get to the point that you want to mess her up. (Temptation - 50)

]

"Under this moonlight, your pale, glowing skin, your deep eyes, your blushed cheeks, your soft, full lips, your beautiful bosoms…" He paused, gripping her arms more firmly, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"They ignite a fire of passion inside me. Each passing moment, I'm finding it harder to resist! I can barely control myself!"

Rick's eyes bore into hers, burning with raw desire, while Jemimah's eyes widened, glowing with a mixture of anticipation and fear. She felt frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, but Rick moved closer, his breath warm against her face.

Rick cupped her face with both hands, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the fervor in his eyes. Then, without another word, he leaned in and captured her lips with his.

[Ding!]

The quest was done and dusted.

But Jemimah felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. Her mind screamed at her to protest, to pull away, to question what was happening. But her body betrayed her, melting into the kiss, responding to the strange, thrilling sensation that coursed through her veins. The night air was cool, but their shared heat was almost unbearable, an intoxicating blend of confusion and desire.

Rick's lips moved against hers with a desperate hunger, as if he had been starved for her touch. His hands slipped from her face to her waist, pulling her closer, and she could feel his heart pounding against her chest. Jemimah's hands found their way to his shoulders, clutching at him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded.

In the moonlight, they were a perfect picture of passion.

But the kiss shattered as abruptly as it began. Jemimah, breath ragged and unsteady, pulled her lips away from Rick's. Her eyes fluttered open, wide and unfocused for a moment before they met his gaze. It was a look he couldn't decipher—a mix of surprise, confusion, and something deeper, something vulnerable that made his heart ache.

Jemimah's hand came up to touch her lips, her fingers tracing the soft outline of her mouth as if to confirm what had just happened. A light blush crept up her neck, spreading across her cheeks like a slow-burning fire. She took a step back, her face half-hidden by the fall of her hair, the shyness in her posture making Rick's heart clench.

"Rick," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. The single word hung heavy in the air, laden with unspoken questions and a tremor of uncertainty.

Rick, his own heart pounding a frantic rhythm in his chest, reached out hesitantly. His hand hovered near hers, the warmth of their recent kiss still thrumming in the space between them.

[

1. Be a man of few words. Speak with your eyes, and let the girl do the talking. (Temptation +5)

2. Jump into another kiss. Those soft lips are tempting. (Temptation -5)

]

"Jemimah," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. He wanted to say so much, to explain the sudden surge of desire, the way her vulnerability had ignited something deep within him. But the words seemed to catch in his throat, choked by the weight of the situation and the intensity of his feelings.

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the chirping of crickets outside. The night seemed to mock their awkwardness, the serene sounds of nature a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside them.

Jemimah finally pulled her hand away, her eyes flickering with confusion and something else—a hint of longing, perhaps? She glanced up at Rick, her gaze searching his face as if trying to read the thoughts he couldn't articulate.

"Why did you...?" she began, her voice trailing off. She bit her lip, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

"We shouldn't have..." She trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No," Rick said softly, trying to assure Jemimah. "It's okay."

His words, though gentle, did little to ease the turmoil within her. She looked at him, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her face, highlighting the furrow in her brow and the uncertainty in her eyes. There was a question lingering there, a silent plea for him to explain.

"We shouldn't have..." she repeated, her voice trembling.

[

1. Ask her if she liked it. Plant the idea. (Temptation +5)

2. Pull away. No need to push your luck so far. (Temptation -50)

]

"But it felt good! It felt right, didn't it?" Rick interrupted her, his voice filled with a passion that made her heart skip a beat.

His words resonated with her, a truth she couldn't deny. The spark that ignited between them felt undeniably real, a connection that transcended logic. She looked into Rick's eyes, the moonlight reflecting a comforting assurance and deep longing.

Rick moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers, while she sat there frozen. He gently placed his hands on her cheeks, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. The soft glow of the moonlight bathed them in a silvery hue, casting a serene ambiance over the living room.

Their breaths mingled in the small space between them, each heartbeat echoing with anticipation. Rick's thumbs caressed her skin, his touch tender yet firm, grounding her in the moment. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions within her.

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