[Content Advisory: This chapter includes mature themes and explicit sexual content. 18+ Only.]
As Vial's lips continued their path along the curve of Shia's throat, his hands moved with unhurried intent. Fingers brushed the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one — each faint click a delicate rhythm in the hush of the room. The fabric parted slowly, unveiling more of her pale skin beneath the silver sheen of moonlight streaming through the lab's lone window.
Shia trembled—not from cold, but from the tension winding inside her like a coiled string.
With quiet reverence, he slid the blouse from her shoulders. Then, his touch shifted lower, finding the waistband of her skirt. She didn't stop him. Her breath stuttered in her chest, but her gaze held firm — locked to his with unspoken permission.
He eased the skirt down her hips, letting it fall with a soft whisper to the floor, where it joined her lab coat in the growing heap.
Now, she lay beneath him in nothing but delicate white lingerie — thin straps clinging to her skin, lace barely veiling the curves it pretended to cover.
Vial stilled.
His eyes roamed slowly, drinking her in like a man starved.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and reverent.
Shia bit her lip, arms curling up to cover her chest in reflex. "D-Don't just stare…" she whispered, her voice tight with flustered heat. Her legs pulled inward, feet curling as if to shield what little modesty remained.
But Vial's smile was gentle. His hand swept lightly over her arm, coaxing. "I can't help it," he said softly. "You're breathtaking."
His fingers found the clasp of her bra. He gave her a moment to object — and she did, barely.
"W-wait…"
Her voice was a hush, uncertain — but she didn't move to stop him.
The clasp released with a quiet snap, and the straps slid from her shoulders. The bra joined the pile of discarded clothes. Vial paused again, letting the moment breathe, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
"I'm sorry," he whispered — not for what he was doing, but for the tenderness of it.
She inhaled sharply, but lifted her hips just enough to help him.
The lace slipped away.
Now she lay completely bare — nothing between her and him but the soft shadows of night and the silver light spilling across her skin. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her fingers twitching in hesitation.
Vial's breath caught in his throat.
Shia squirmed beneath his gaze, her hands slowly rising to shield her breasts, her legs curling up once more. "D-Don't look at me like that…" she murmured, eyes darting away.
Still, he looked.
His voice dropped to a whisper. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Then, with deliberate calm, he undid his belt. The soft rustle of fabric was the only sound as his pants slid to the floor.
Shia's breath hitched again.
Her eyes widened as they met his. "W-wait… is it supposed to be that big?" she asked, nervous awe threading through her voice.
Vial leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Don't worry," he said, smiling gently. "I'll take care of you."
At his words, she slowly uncrossed her legs.
He kissed down her thigh, his hands patient, steady — guiding her without force, only care.
When he settled between her legs, she blinked at him with sudden confusion. "W-What are you doing… down there?"
He didn't answer.
His tongue pressed against her entrance — soft, slow, exploratory.
"Annghh~♥️" she cried out, her back arching in a shiver of pleasure. Her neck tilted, exposing her throat to the shadows, as her body instinctively welcomed the sensation — trembling, bare, and open beneath him.
One of her hands reached above her head, fingers instinctively clutching the bedsheets in a tight grip. The other trembled downward, brushing through his hair before settling gently on the back of his head — not pushing, but holding him there, grounding herself through the storm of pleasure he was stirring in her.
Vial moved with focused tenderness, savoring every subtle twitch and gasp from her body. His tongue explored her folds with patience, teasing her softly, then pressing deeper with slow, deliberate strokes. The taste of her was faintly sweet, warm — and he wanted more.
Shia's hips bucked slightly against his mouth, the tension in her body winding tighter. Her breaths grew quicker, lips parting with helpless little moans that slipped out with every flick of his tongue.
"V-Vial… aah~" she whimpered, biting her lip hard to contain the sounds, but they still came. Her fingers in his hair tightened, thighs quivering on either side of his head.
Her body was betraying every ounce of restraint.
He reached up, brushing his hands over her waist, then down to her thighs, his thumbs gently spreading her further. Her head tossed slightly on the pillow, hair splayed in disarray, eyes shut tight as the pleasure pulsed through her like waves.
"Y-you're not stopping…" she whispered through clenched teeth, almost as if scolding — but her body refused to pull away. Instead, her legs moved restlessly, one foot dragging across the sheets while the other curled at the ankle.
He gave her a final deep, slow lick that made her hips jump before he pulled back, mouth slick and eyes gleaming.
Shia lay panting, her body flushed, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths. Her hands remained where they were — one tangled in the sheets, the other still resting on his head.
She blinked up at him with glassy eyes, completely undone.
"…Why… did that feel so good?" she whispered, cheeks bright red and voice shaky.
Vial leaned forward, lips brushing her navel, then slowly up her stomach as he whispered between kisses, "Because I wanted to make you feel good."
He reached her lips and kissed her deeply — and when she tasted herself on his tongue, her entire body jolted with embarrassment. Her arms flew up, hiding her face with a squeak.
"D-don't do that…!" she whimpered, voice muffled behind her hands.
Vial chuckled lowly, brushing his lips along her cheek. "Why not? You taste amazing."
"Y-you're shameless…"
Her heart was hammering. Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of what he'd done, and yet… it wasn't enough. She hated how much she wanted more — how her legs refused to close, how the heat between them only burned hotter the longer he held her like this.
Vial's hands traced her sides, slowly sliding up to cup her face. He looked into her eyes — not asking for permission this time, just silently searching her expression.
Shia stared back, lips parted, chest rising and falling in short, sharp breaths. Her body was flushed, her thoughts muddled. But she didn't look away.
She didn't resist.
"…Keep going," she whispered, barely audible. "Don't stop now."
Vial smiled faintly, eyes dark with restraint and desire.
"As you wish."