Supreme Paragon Reborn: Humanity's Rise To Galactic Supremacy-Chapter 283: Mr. BunBun’s Blessing

Michael inhaled the cold air, his body defying the cosmic coldness that threatened to endanger his life, as it began to run hot in response to Claire’s nervous heartbeat.

It was not only his physique but also his spirit that responded to her soft touch. There was no denying his feelings. Not after he had entrusted his life to her so many times, over the time they’d known each other, only for her to always have his back.

"I love you."

Not a moment later after the confession escaped his lips, they pressed against hers, their tongues gently intertwining. Her tender lips awakened a desire buried in his soul.

Michael leaned forward, and so did Claire, slowly giving in as her back arched submissively, her face inching away from the hard ground.

But before it reached the floor, her arms moved instinctively, positioning Mr. BunBun as a cushion beneath her, like a pillow on a bed.

Who would have thought the plushie gift would play such a role? If Bryce, the giver of the bunny, had known that his granddaughter and Michael would find it so helpful, he would have rejoiced, knowing it had fulfilled its purpose far better than anticipated.

’It’s really happening...’ Claire was overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions, as Michael’s body weight slowly settled upon her.

Stopping momentarily, he noticed her face was completely buried in Mr. BunBun.

"Don’t you want to face me?"

Her face turned a deeper shade of red.

"Yes but..." She whispered softly. "It’s... too embarrassing the first time. Do you mind it like this?"

Michael chuckled warmly, finding this side of her unexpectedly enticing.

"Is that so?" He exclaimed, gently removing the lower portion of her protective suit.

Truthfully, while it looked like Claire had completely buried her face in Mr. BunBun, it was a deception! Her eyes were peeking beneath her arched body as Michael’s mighty dragon came into full view.

’Heavens... Victoria didn’t exaggerate...’ Claire gasped, realization hitting her like a tidal wave. ’Can this even fit?’

However, her tension lifted a second later. Michael was the man she trusted the most. There was no need to feel anxious.

Once she was undressed, Michael’s eyes lingered in awe at her figure. The neon lights from the mecha bathed Claire’s exposed back in a soft glow. Her alluring curves were laid bare. Her flushed face rested upon the plushie, while the lower portion of her body had ascended high in eager anticipation.

Not only was she a Late Grandmaster with a beauty most would hail as perfection, but Michael’s technique, Perfect Senses, allowed him to appreciate the sight in even more detail.

The infamous White Angle had such a submissive side to her...

"Don’t... keep me waiting~" Her voice echoed beneath Mr. BunBun. She tried to sound irritated but failed miserably, her tone coming out rather timid.

"Looks like someone is eager..." Michael teased, planting his arms firmly on either side, casting an enveloping shadow over her frame.

Instantly, goosebumps spread across Claire’s body. She felt a faint crimson trail running down her leg, yet the so-called agonizing pain that was supposed to accompany her first time never came.

It was partly because, as a warrior, she was somewhat accustomed to pain, but the main reason was Michael and his gentle approach.

Then, as the little discomfort she felt faded, Michael began to move gently. Shivers resonated across her body, initially faint but quickly intensifying. Her heart flustered, and her hips seemed to melt with every thrust.

"Ah~"

Eventually, her lips couldn’t help it as they parted, letting out a soft, charming moan. Which, in turn, urged him to keep going.

Lifting her gaze ever so slightly, Claire observed his two arms, veins bulging underneath his skin, carrying the warmth of his blood.

Was she imagining things, or did the idea of him becoming rougher... captivate her?

She murmured, barely above a whisper:

"You can... go all out."

Although her voice was tame, Michael heard her clearly. Halting, he moved his head closer to hers, catching her embarrassed expression before she could hide it.

They gazed at each other’s eyes for a second. Then, the whole wrecked mecha seemed to shudder.

Instantly, Claire’s moans intensified. Even hiding her face in the bunny plush wouldn’t have been enough to silence her, though Michael’s lips accomplish that a few seconds later.

Her delicate fingers dug into the metal floor beneath them, bending it as she left deep, continuous lines.

By the end, a wave of euphoria washed over their bodies.

"Sorry." Michael exclaimed, taking heavy breaths. "Didn’t manage to pull out in time."

Claire giggled in response. "More like I didn’t let you~"

Her reply made him wonder if Victoria had also deployed a similar strategy...

Regardless, finally separated, they had a chance to catch their breath. Their chests rose and fell erratically, sweat clinging to their bodies.

Their hypothesis, idiotic in theory but practical in application, had proven true. The intimate moment not only heated their bodies but also the chamber of the mecha, raising the temperature and giving them several more precious hours to keep the creeping cold at bay.

Of course, some might wonder... Couldn’t they have achieved the same result with simple exercise? While that could have been a viable option, it might have proven insufficient. After all, both Michael and Claire were drained from the fight with the Monarch, and it was unclear if they could have moved with the same intensity if they didn’t have the drive of passion on their side.

But alas, the thought struck them too late. It didn’t matter anymore, as what was done was done.

"Hard to calculate exactly, but this should have brought us about twelve hours or so..." Michael calculated, not a trace of regret in his voice.

"Is that so..." Claire uttered, eyeing his sculpted physique.

"Well, I find it hard to believe what I’m saying, but..." Slowly, a mischievous smile spread across her breathtaking face. "I... hope they take their sweet time. Expecting the worst, we have no choice but to do it a few more times, just in case~"