Chapter 146: Sera chan’s time!
Squish!
His audacity was off the charts.
His hands clamped onto her sculpted cheeks like steel traps.
Burying his fingers deep into the tight, smooth fabric of her leggings.
"Hey! You’re grabbing way too hard, you trash!"
Sera gasped, her eyes snapping wide as a sharp, electric jolt shot straight down her spine.
"I have to check them thoroughly."
Kaizen replied smoothly.
His tone sounding like a board-certified doctor while his palms kneaded her firm, athletic flesh with zero mercy.
"If I don’t use maximum pressure, how can I properly measure the density against Hina’s soft, jiggly clouds?"
Squeeze.
That hit her right in the brain.
’That’s right... I have to have a better ass than that bimbo! I have to!’
Her gym-girl pride completely took over her logic.
’This is just a scientific comparison.’
’A little grabbing is totally fine if it proves I’m superior!’
Except his grabbing was getting ridiculously racy.
His large, hot hands weren’t just testing firmness.
They were openly molding, rubbing, and lifting her tight teardrop cheeks.
Every time his long fingers dug into the crease right beneath her thighs...
Her athletic core went completely soft.
Squish. Rub.
"Ah— wait..."
Sera gasped, her face flushing a dark, steamy red as her hips submissively twitched right into his lawless grip.
Kaizen hummed, letting out a soft, dissatisfied grunt.
"Hmm... no. This isn’t right."
Sera’s heart instantly dropped into her stomach.
Her eyes snapped open, wide with sheer, athletic panic.
"W-What do you mean it’s not right?!"
She hissed, her voice laced with deadly desperation.
Was this trash-faced degenerate actually implying her hard-earned, meticulously sculpted cheeks were inferior to that bimbo’s lazy, jiggling fat?!
How was that even possible?!
She had ground her body to the absolute limit in the gym every single week.
While that uptight princess just sat around.
Getting everything handed to her naturally!
Winning against Hina was her only goal under the heavens.
She refused to lose.
She couldn’t lose!
Especially not when this lawless pervert was acting as the sole referee!
Kaizen tapped her hip thoughtfully.
His eyes gleaming with devious filth in the dark cave.
"I just can’t determine which one is better through thick, tight fabric like this."
He sighed dramatically, sounding deeply troubled.
"The leggings are distorting my data. There must be another way."
"Then what is it?! Just do it!"
Sera snapped back instantly.
Her competitive brain completely frying her common sense.
"Ain’t no way I’m losing to that bimbo!"
"Just hurry up and do whatever you need to do!"
Kaizen raised an eyebrow.
A highly illegal smirk spreading across his face.
"You sure, gym girl? You’re giving me full permission?"
"I don’t care as long as I win!"
She barked, crossing her arms tightly.
’What else is he gonna do anyway?’
Sera thought to herself.
Trying to justify the madness as her heart pounded.
’He’ll just grab a little harder, maybe lift them up a bit.’
’And finally admit my glutes are a million times better than that bimbo’s.’
She was fully prepared for more heavy squeezing.
She was not prepared for what happened next.
"W-WHAT THE—?!"
Sera gasped, her entire body locking up in raw shock.
Without a single word of warning.
Kaizen’s long, warm fingers aggressively hooked under the elastic waistband of her skin-tight sports leggings.
With a smooth, practiced motion.
He slithered his bare hands straight down.
Past her thin underwear.
Plunging his hot, calloused palms deep.
Against the completely naked skin of her bare ass cheeks!
"Ah—!"
The sudden, searing heat of his bare skin.
Against her smooth, uncovered flesh hit her like a lightning bolt.
His wide hands immediately spread out.
Taking a massive, raw grip of her bare, sculpted teardrop cheeks.
His fingers digging right into her deep, sensitive crease.
"K-Kaizen—! Inside the tights?! Y-You can’t just—!"
"Hush, gym girl."
Kaizen whispered lazily.
His hands ruthlessly molding, lifting, and kneading her bare skin-on-skin cheeks in the dark, dark cave.
"I’m just conducting a high-precision, bare-skin evaluation."
Rub. Squeeze.
Every time his bare palms slid up and down her smooth, heated skin.
Her tight athletic core completely betrayed her.
Her hips twitching uncontrollably as a filthy wave of pleasure shot straight to her sacred valley.
Kaizen let out another low, dissatisfied hum.
His face looking completely serious while his fingers ruthlessly kneaded her bare, exposed flesh.
"Hmm... no. This still isn’t right... What the hell is missing here?"
Sera’s jaw practically unhinged.
What the hell did he mean, ’not right’?!
His broad, hot hands were literally inside her clothes.
Raw skin-on-skin against her naked glutes.
And he was still complaining?!
What more could this trash-faced degenerate possibly want under the heavens?!
"W-What do you mean, missing?!"
Sera gasped out, her athletic breath catching in her throat as her face burned with a scorching blush.
"The smoothness... hmm..."
Kaizen muttered, leaning in closer like a high-tier scientist running a delicate stress test.
His bare hands never rested for a single microsecond.
Because Sera was wearing a ultra-thin, athletic g-string under her tights.
Kaizen had full, unrestricted, lawless access to every single millimeter of her smooth, bare cheeks.
And he was taking absolute, maximum advantage of the situation.
Squish. Squish.
Rub.
"Ah—!"
Sera let out a tiny, involuntary squeak as his warm, calloused palms spread her bare, firm teardrops apart.
His long fingers lifting and molding her raw flesh with zero restraint.
"You see, Hina’s cheeks were completely frictionless."
Kaizen lied.
His thumb rubbing right along her sensitive lower crease.
"Yours have incredible muscle density, but the texture..."
"I need to make sure I’m evaluating the exact center of gravity."
Squeeze.
His bare fingers sank deep into the raw, tight meat of her glutes, sending another electric shock of pure heat straight to her trembling thighs.
"S-Stop squishing them like that!"
Sera hissed weakly, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance as her hips submissively twitched right into his lawless hands.
"J-Just say mine are better already, you absolute pervert!"
Kaizen didn’t listen to a single word coming out of her mouth.
He just tilted his head upward.
Staring thoughtfully at the damp cave ceiling like a deep, philosophical scholar.
Debating the fundamental truths of the universe.
"You know, the duality of muscle versus fat in high-tier assets is truly a complex topic..."
He mused aloud, his voice calm and intellectual.
"A-Ah! Shut up! Are you even listening to me, you trash?!"
Sera barked.
Her voice trembling violently as a soft, helpless moan leaked out right after.
"Ah—! S-Stop rubbing the crease! I said say mine are better already! E-Enough!"
His hands kept ruthlessly kneading her bare, exposed teardrops.
Completely ignoring her weak, sweaty protests.
Every time his palms lifted her firm glutes.
Her athletic thighs shook like leaves.
Her body was flush against his.
Her sports top rising and falling rapidly as her breath hitched.
"Hmm... but to truly measure the peak elasticity, I need to test the central tension."
Kaizen muttered softly.
His face a picture of pure.
Weaponized innocence.
"What the hell are you saying-- mmhhmm~"
Then, he did something completely unthinkable.
Without giving her a single microsecond to brace herself.
Kaizen’s fingers slithered beneath the ultra-thin fabric of her g-string.
He hooked his long, calloused fingers around the thin string band.
And with absolute, lawless force...
Yanked it straight upward!
Slink!
"EEEK—!"
Sera’s eyes went completely wide as a high-pitched, electric shriek tore from her throat.
The thin, brutal strip of cloth was violently pulled taut.
Wedging itself directly and deeply into her burning, slick pussy.
The sudden, intense pressure against her moist, highly sensitive pussy.
Sent a blinding jolt of pure electricity shooting straight through her entire nervous system.
Making her toes instantly curl inside her sneakers.
"K-KAIZEN—?!"
Sera’s hands gripped his shoulders with white-knuckled intensity.
Her athletic body going completely rigid as a massive.
Helpless tremor rocked her hips under the heavens.
Kaizen remained looking up at the cavern ceiling.
His expression serene, completely detached.
Like a monk meditating under a waterfall.
"You see, Sera-chan."
He continued in a smooth, academic monotone.
"the structural tension of the pelvic floor is the true foundation of any athletic asset."
"Without proper tension, density is merely an illusion..."
As he spoke, he didn’t just hold the wedged fabric.
He began slowly, rhythmically pulling it back and forth.
Friction.
"A-AHH! N-NO! Stop—! Stop doing that!"
Sera wailed, her voice cracking into a high-pitched, desperate moan that echoed loudly off the wet stone walls.
"Hnnnngh! K-Kaizen, please—! I-It’s... ah! It’s too much!"
Every back-and-forth slide of that thin, taut string sawed relentlessly against her burning, dripping folds.
The coarse, intense friction against her hyper-sensitive center...
Sent waves of pure, white-hot molten heat directly into her lower stomach.
Her athletic legs vibrated violently.
Her hands dug frantically into Kaizen’s broad shoulders.
Her fingernails nearly piercing his shirt as her hips began submissively bucking forward on their own, chasing the brutal friction.
’W-What is this...? What the hell is happening to me?!’
A wild, panicked realization exploded inside her fried brain.
’Is this... is this an orgasm?!’
She had read about it once in a hidden gym magazine.
She had never actually experienced it in real life.