"Hey... bad boy, don't come any closer~" Celestia muttered with a flushed, burning face, her voice low and trembling with nervous excitement.
Slowly, she slid her body back on the bed, her delicate fingers clutching the sheets beneath her as she looked up with a fearful yet deeply lustful gaze. Her purple eyes locked onto Aether, who was stepping into her room like a predator who had finally cornered his prey.
Aether smirked softly, his eyes gleaming with pure desire. Without saying a word, he stepped inside and, in one smooth motion, removed his shirt and then his pants, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
Now left only in his tight underwear, the shape of his thick bulge pressed firmly against the fabric, twitching ever so slightly.
Celestia's breath hitched—her whole body tensed. She couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Her thighs instinctively pressed together, her flower already pulsing in response to that raw, male presence.
