Maya tried to push him away for a split second, but her hands quickly lost their strength, clutching his shoulders instead.
While his tongue kept her occupied, his hands dropped to her chest. He hooked his fingers into the cups of her black lace bra.
SNAP.
With a rough yank, he pulled the fabric down.
"Ah!"
Her massive breasts sprang free, bouncing heavily in the cool air. They were pale, soft, and slick with sweat.
Alex didn't hesitate. He grabbed them with both hands, his fingers sinking deep into the yielding flesh. He massaged them roughly, squeezing the soft mounds together, kneading them like they belonged to him.
"Nnnngh..."
Maya let out a muffled moan into his mouth.
Something inside her snapped. She was a bully. She was used to being the one on top, the one instilling fear. But now, pinned against a shed, stripped and groped by her victim... she felt a jolt of electric pleasure shoot through her spine.
She was loving it. The loss of control, the overwhelming dominance—it was intoxicating.
Alex broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips. He looked down at her flushed, panting face.
His right hand left her breast and slid down her stomach, over the rose tattoo, and slipped under the waistband of her micro-skirt.
He touched the fabric of her thong.
It was soaked.
"Oh?"
Alex smirked. The black lace was damp in the center, heavy with a glistening wet mark that had soaked through to her skirt.
"Hey, Maya," he whispered, his finger circling the wet spot. "Why are your panties wet? Are you excited?"
"...?!"
Maya squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head frantically. She made a face of absolute denial, her cheeks burning crimson.
"N-No! It's... it's sweat! It's just sweat!"
"Is that so?"
So, like the kind and generous man he was, Alex took the liberty of dipping his finger past the lace, sliding it right into her slick heat. He pulled it out slowly. A string of clear, sticky liquid connected his finger to her nether regions.
He held it up to her face.
"I wonder what this is..."
Maya stared at the sticky liquid, momentarily confused, but her expression soon shifted to one of unwilling acceptance. She couldn't deny biology. Her body had betrayed her completely.
Perhaps she had rationalized that this state was likely due to the new sensation, or the adrenaline of the fight.
However, what did her reasons matter to him?
"You perverted bitch," Alex sneered, wiping the fluid on her stomach. "You're a closet masochist, aren't you? You're so excited about being fucked by the boy you used to bully."
"I... I'm not..."
"Look at you," Alex taunted. "You are getting excited by being dominated, aren't you?"
She just turned her head to the side in denial, biting her lip to keep it from trembling. But her reaction said it all. Her hips were bucking slightly against his hand. She liked it. She liked it a lot.
Grinning, Alex didn't wait any longer. His eyes locked back onto those two huge jugs heaving in front of him.
He lowered his head.
"Let's see how you taste."
He ran his tongue between her breasts, lapping up the moisture pooling in her cleavage. Then, he moved to her nipples.
They were pink, stiff, and begging for attention.
Lick. Suck.
"Hyaaah!" Maya arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair.
It tasted salty and bland from all the sweat on her body, a raw, human flavor that drove him crazy. Once he tasted it, he couldn't stop. He latched onto her left nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive areola.
"Alex... wait... too hard..."
He ignored her weak pleas. He gently chewed on her pink nipple, using his teeth to tease the nub, while his hand played with her other soft, squishy white breast, kneading the doughy flesh into different shapes.
He felt a perverse amusement watching the tough delinquent Maya visibly flinch and whine with every nip of his teeth.
He pulled back with a wet pop sound.
He looked at the red, glistening nipple, then at her averted face. A thought occurred to him.
"Maya," he asked casually, his hand weighing her breast. "What cup size are you?"
"..."
Maya seemed determined not to look at him. She turned her head as far to the side as possible, her neck flushed red, and offered no answer.
Her silence didn't matter, however.
Alex smirked. Because thanks to his game knowledge, he already knew very well.
"D-Cup," Alex whispered in her ear. "Perfect. Big enough to hold onto."
He pulled back slightly, looking into her hazy, fearful eyes. Maya was trembling—not from the cold, but from the sheer anticipation radiating off her body. She was a delinquent, a predator in this school's ecosystem, but right now, she looked like prey realizing it had walked into a dragon's den.
"Y-You..." Maya stammered, her knees knocking together. "We can't... not here..."
"Why not?" Alex smirked, grabbing her hand. "It's been quite a while since the classes ended. Everyone must have returned to their dorms by now. The world is our bedroom."
He didn't give her time to argue. He pulled her away from the wall and dragged her behind a row of dense, decorative bushes near the back of the equipment shed. It was a blind spot, hidden from the main path but thrillingly close to the open campus.
"Hehe."
Laughing with the sinister confidence of a villain who knows he's won, Alex pushed her down onto the soft grass.
Maya hesitated for a split second, her instincts fighting the order. But then Alex's hand landed on her ass with a resounding SMACK, and her body obeyed automatically. She arched her spine, sticking her ass out, presenting herself to him like an offering.
Her skirt was already hiked up to her waist.
Alex reached down. His fingers hooked onto the waistband of her soaked black thong.
"Let's get rid of this final defense," he murmured.
The fabric tore.
"My underwear!" she cried out.
"You don't need it," Alex growled.