Star Hedonist-Chapter 18: Shower {R-}

After a few minutes, Clara returns to her bedroom with a set of men's clothes in her hands.

A large blue shirt with white polka dots, a loose pair of shorts with the same pattern, and a pair of soft, cushioned slippers.

As soon as she steps into the room, she hears the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, thanks to the open door.

"You found the shower?"

Clara tosses the clothes onto the bed and walks into the bathroom. The glass door of the shower stall is slightly open, and she can see the white-haired man standing under the hot water.

Completely naked, of course.

"Crap!"

She quickly averts her eyes, but not before catching a glimpse of his hot, muscular body—especially his huge tool hanging below.

'Why does he look aroused???' The thought pops into her mind. She doesn't even notice one of her used panties in his hand.

He looks at her with a confused yet amused expression.

"Clara?"

He calls her name with that gentle, caring tone that makes Clara's heart skip a beat.

"Ah?"

She keeps her gaze away.

"I just came to check if you figured out how to use the shower."

He looks up. "Shower? Hmm..."

Clara is surprised and laughs.

"Your pronunciation is excellent. Maybe this isn't your first time speaking our language?"

"..."

He stays silent. That jumble of words doesn't make much sense to him.

"Let's take it slow," Clara says in a soft, reassuring tone.

"I'll teach you everything. Don't worry."

Slowly, she turns back toward him, trying not to stare at his wet, naked body—which is proving to be very difficult.

Keeping her eyes high, she points to the shower.

"Shower."

She grabs a bar of soap from the sink and tosses it to him.

His reflexes are flawless—he catches it with ease before examining it with a curious expression.

"Soap."

She points at the object in his hands, then gestures toward her body, miming the motion of washing.

"It's for cleaning ourselves."

He keeps looking at it, then brings it up to his nose, inhaling deeply to take in its pleasant floral scent.

It smells like her. Like Clara.

"Soap?" He repeats the word while glancing at her.

Clara smiles at him. "Yeah, use it to clean your body."

"..."

He glances at the soap, then back at Clara.

She thinks he's confused, but if she were paying attention, she would have noticed the mischievous smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

And the predatory gleam in his eyes.

But she doesn't notice—and takes a step inside the shower stall.

"Here, I'll show you."

She reaches out to take the soap from him.

But to her shock, he lets go of the soap and grabs her wrist instead.

Shoosh!

His movements are so fast that she barely has time to react.

Yet, his touch is gentle.

Warm.

Loving.

"Whah?!"

Clara is caught completely off guard as the white-haired man presses her against the shower wall, right beneath the hot running water.

The steam blurs her vision, but she can still see his glowing white eyes getting closer.

His lips drawing near.

From her point of view, his face breaks through the curtain of water like a dragon emerging from a waterfall.

"N-"

She doesn't even have time to speak before—

His mouth crashes onto hers.

The kiss is sudden and overpowering, stealing the breath from her lungs.

He seals her lips with a hot, searing kiss.

That explosion again... like a boom detonating inside her.

Her lips are already getting used to his, to his intense and dominant movements.

It's like a mixture—the raw hunger of a wild beast combined with the tenderness of a devoted lover.

And possessive. So possessive.

In his arms, she feels like she completely belongs to him.

And he devours her. Devours her lips.

His tongue pushes inside her mouth, and hers surrenders completely.

For him, it's just as intoxicating.

He can feel how her entire body melts willingly into his.

No—she's not just allowing it.

She's asking for it.

Begging for it.

For him to be more dominant.

More intense.

She wants it.

He wants it.

So he doesn't hesitate.

He presses his lips even harder against hers, drinking in the soft, addictive warmth of her perfect mouth.

With his tongue, he twists around hers, exploring every inch of her sweet little mouth, savoring her flavor.

'What a delicious, sweet taste...' He would think that—if he had the words for it.

"Mmhm~"

Clara lets out soft, desperate moans, trying to resist the kiss.

At least—she thinks she's trying.

But in truth, her lips dance to the rhythm he sets.

Her body has no resistance.

No hesitation.

No aversion to him whatsoever.

She can't stop.

She can't help but ask for more.

More. More. More.

Then—he breaks the kiss.

He gazes at her with that confident, teasing smile.

He needs to see this.

The sight of her blushing face.

Her glistening blue eyes, filled with hunger.

Drunk on him.

Expecting more.

"You..."

Clara can see he's enjoying her helplessness.

"You're teasing me!"

She pouts and tries to escape.

"My clothes are getting soaked—"

She tries, but he doesn't let her go.

He pulls her right back into his arms, and she only has time to see his mouth descending toward her again—

KISS.

Another one.

Another deep, wet, searing kiss.

That explosion again.

Like their very first kiss.

Unexpected. Overwhelming. Addictive.

Perfect.

She doesn't know if she's more addicted to his kiss or to the raw power that surges into her body through him.

'It's him,' the answer echoes in her mind.

She knows it.

It's not just that his kiss makes her feel invincible.

It's the way it messes with her emotions.

In a way that is insanely pleasurable.

He keeps devouring her lips, like a starved beast.

His nose brushes against hers, sliding across her flushed cheeks, as he grinds his mouth deeper into hers—taking her however he wants.

And Clara feels it.

His hands.

Getting bolder.

His fingers sliding beneath her wet blouse, dancing to the same rhythm as his lips.

A part of her wants to say,

"Let's slow down."

But—

The only thing that escapes her mouth is a choked, gasping moan.

A moan of pure, raw ecstasy.

Then—

He breaks the kiss again, just to stare at her.

Frustration.

Clara feels it in every inch of her body.

That ache.

The question trembling on her lips—

WHY?

But she tries to stay in control.

She tries to look away from his bright, hypnotizing white eyes.

She bites her lips, drops of hot water rolling down her flushed cheeks.

"Don't play with me like this..."

She's begging.

Her entire body is screaming for it.

And that sight...

Her, shy and desperate.

Her, biting her lips, trembling with need.

It burns inside him like the most addictive fuel imaginable.

His hand reaches for her neck, his fingers sliding up, cupping her delicate chin—

Forcing her to look at him.

Her eyes shine just like his.

And then, he smiles at her.

Not a teasing smile this time.

But a confident one.

A loving one.

A smile that says, without words—

She is his.

And he will take care of her.

Clara can't stop it—

Her lips curl into the most beautiful smile.

And then, he kisses her.

More intensely.

More dominantly.

More passionately.

"Ahhh~"

"Mmhm~~"

Clara completely surrenders.

She feels so safe in his arms that nothing else matters anymore.

She lets her moans out freely, her voice echoing in the bathroom, mixing with the sound of the hot water cascading over them.

Her hands become bolder, exploring his strong, muscular chest.

'So strong!' The thought flashes through her mind.

As her hands move lower—

'So hot!'

'So...

MINE!'

Her fingers find his hand.

She grabs it, guiding him up—

Up to her right breast.

She wants him to touch her there.

But—

There's too much wet fabric in the way.

"Wait—"

She breaks the kiss, struggling to pull her soaked blouse off.

The wet fabric clings to her body, making it difficult, but he quickly helps her, pulling the sleeves up.

And when his eyes return to her—

A beautiful surprise.

Her perfect, full breasts, pressed tightly inside her snug, laced bra.

He stares, mesmerized.

His expression completely stunned, his gaze filled with love and hunger, unable to look away.

And she sees it.

That admiration in his eyes.

That overwhelming desire.

And it makes her smile.

A proud, confident smile.

Her eyes gleam with affection as she reaches up, cupping his face tenderly.

Their eyes meet again.

And in a soft, sultry whisper, she tells him—

"I've never shown them to another man before."

He may not understand her words exactly,

But he understands her meaning—

From her voice.

From her confident, loving smile.

She is giving herself to him completely.

And in response—

He kisses her again.

He steals another quick kiss—

Just so he can return to admiring the sight of her perfect breasts.

Clara laughs softly, amused by his stunned expression.

"Do you like them?"

He understands the question.

And nods immediately.

"Hehe~"

She giggles as her fingers drift toward the clasp of her bra.

"You can touch them..."

She unhooks the clasp.

"Directly."

And just like that—

Her breasts bounce free, spilling out from their prison.

They had been squeezed so tightly inside her bra that now, they seem to sigh in relief.

And he, the white-haired man, is completely mesmerized by the sight before him.

The hot water cascades down her soft, glistening skin—

Her big, beautiful breasts jiggle gently, each perfect curve sculpted like divine treasures.

A flawless D-cup.

The ideal roundness.

The perfect perky bounce.

Her skin is a gorgeous golden hue, slightly lighter on her chest—

And at the very center, her nipples—

Small, rosy pink, and aching to be touched.

'Beautiful!'

That is all his mind can say at this moment.

And she is offering them to him.

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How could he resist?

He reaches out, instinctively, desperately—

But before he can, she takes his hand herself.

And guides him directly onto her soft, bare breast.

The sensation is unbelievable.

So warm.

So soft.

His fingers sink into that delicious plushness—

Grabbing. Groping. Savoring.

"Nhah~!"

Clara lets out a sharp, high-pitched moan—

A sound so cute, so needy, like a sweet little kitten.

And he can't help himself.

He kisses her again—

Sealing her lips with his, muffling her moans, devouring her sounds of pleasure.

His hand relishes the softness of her perfect breast.

But—

One isn't enough.

So he takes both.

His strong hands cup and knead her luscious curves,

His fingers glide over her silky skin,

His thumbs brush against her stiffening pink peaks—

"Ahhh..."

Clara whimpers, arching into his touch, her moans growing louder—

As he continues to feast on her lips...

She feels like a castaway in a storm of pleasure.

A lost soul drifting in an unknown sea.

And he is her boat.

He is her anchor.

The one who keeps her steady.

Who prevents her from sinking into a vortex of no return.

She only wants to stay in his arms.

And enjoy.

And he is enjoying, too.

She loves the way he plays so eagerly with her breasts.

She knows how amazing they are, but still—

It feels so damn good knowing he loves them this much.

It makes her feel even more confident.

But it also sparks something inside her.

A desire.

A craving.

Something for her to play with, too.

Her free hand slides down—

Caressing his firm chest, tracing the ridges of his abs.

His skin was so smooth when she first freed him from that mysterious box,

But now, she can feel a light trail of fine hair around his navel.

That feels good.

But she keeps going lower.

Just above his thing.

She feels a low patch of soft hair growing there, too.

Her lips part slightly.

Her fingers tremble in anticipation.

And then—

She finally finds it.

Her hand wraps around that thing...

Clara isn't shy now.

She feels bold.

Determined.

Ready.

She grips it firmly.

She wants to make it clear what she wants.

And that this now belongs to her.

That thing.

So...

🔥 Warm.

🔥 Big.

🔥 HARD.