Chapter 232: Chapter 232- Bunny [18+]

Days had melted into one another, and Julian found himself once more in the quiet comfort of his room, content to simply bask in the stillness.

The sight that greeted him stole the very air from his lungs. There, standing before him, were Veronica and Aya, both adorned in scandalously sexy bunny outfits. The outfits were identical in design, yet they accentuated their contrasting beauties in a way that was utterly captivating.

Veronica was a vision of bold allure. The suit clung to her confident frame, a perfect complement to her long, flowing blonde hair. The pair of playful bunny ears perched atop her head seemed less a costume and more a crown for her radiant, self-assured presence.

Beside her, Aya presented a different, yet equally potent, kind of charm. Her short, dark hair framed a face flushed with a charming shyness. Her demeanor was timid, her arms subtly crossing in a half-hearted attempt to shield herself. Yet, the attempt was in vain, for the outfit only served to emphasize the generous curve of her bust and the deep, tempting cleavage that made her a picture of enticing innocence.

Veronica, emboldened by the power she held in the moment, took a step forward. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "Well, Julian?" she cooed, her voice laced with a confident purr. "Do you like what you see?"

Julian’s eyes traveled slowly from one to the other, drinking in the exquisite contrast. His own expression remained calm, a serene mask over the storm of appreciation swirling within him. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, steady murmur, filled with genuine admiration. "I do," he said, his gaze unwavering. "I like it very much."

A triumphant, almost arrogant sparkle lit up Veronica’s eyes. She placed a hand on her hip, her posture radiating victory. "Of course you do," she declared. "We prepared all of this just for you."

A soft, flustered whisper broke the silence. "I... I think the costume is a little too small for me," Aya murmured, her cheeks blooming a deeper shade of pink as she tried to pull the fabric a little higher.

Veronica’s gaze slid to her companion, a playful, sharp smile gracing her lips as her eyes lingered on Aya’s chest. "It’s not that the costume is too small," she corrected with a teasing lilt. "It’s that your breasts are simply too generous."

Aya could only let out a small, strangled sound of embarrassment. "Heeee..." It was a high-pitched, utterly cute noise that made Julian’s lips twitch into a faint smile.

"You’re both perfect," Julian interjected, his voice a calming balm. "The outfits suit each of you in your own way."

Emboldened by his words and her own innate confidence, Veronica closed the distance between them. With the grace of a predator, she lowered herself onto Julian’s lap, the weight of her both familiar and thrilling. The movement drew another soft, surprised squeak from Aya, who stood watching with wide, shy eyes.

Veronica leaned in close, her breath ghosting against Julian’s lips. Her green eyes, pools of mesmerizing emerald, held his captive. "Then prove it," she challenged, her voice a husky whisper. "Prove you really like it."

Julian’s gaze remained locked on hers, on the stunning, fearless beauty of her face and those captivating green eyes. He didn’t hesitate. Closing the final inch between them, he captured her lips with his own.

It was not a chaste kiss. It was a claiming. Veronica met his fervor without an ounce of reservation, her mouth opening willingly to his. Her tongue slid against his, a daring and familiar dance that quickly turned frantic, tangling and twisting in a heated, messy exchange that spoke of deep longing and raw passion.

They broke the kiss, but not the connection. Foreheads resting together, they stared into each other’s eyes, their breaths coming in ragged, synchronized gasps a raw testament to the intensity of their exchange.

Julian’s hand, tender yet possessive, rose to cup Veronica’s cheek, his thumb stroking the flushed skin. The simple, affectionate touch seemed to ignite her all over again. He leaned in, capturing her lips once more, and this time, Veronica met him with a wild, unrestrained fervor. The sound of their passionate kisses, wet and urgent, filled the quiet room, a stark and intimate soundtrack to the charged moment.

When they finally parted a second time, the air itself felt electric. It was then that Julian’s gaze shifted over Veronica’s shoulder, finding Aya still standing frozen, a silent, flustered observer. Her large, dark eyes were wide with a mixture of awe, envy, and nervous anticipation.

Without a word, Julian gave a soft, reassuring smile and gently patted the empty space on his other thigh—a clear, inviting gesture.

Understanding dawned on Aya. With hesitant, almost soundless steps, she approached. The nervous shuffle of her feet was the only noise she made as she slowly, carefully, lowered herself onto his lap.

Julian felt the soft, plush curve of her bottom settle against his thigh, a delightful and substantial weight. She was tense, every muscle in her body rigid with self-consciousness.

"See," Veronica purred, her voice husky from their kissing, her emerald eyes glinting with amusement. "It looks like Aya wants a kiss, too."

Julian’s hands found their hips, one on each woman, drawing them both closer into his sphere. His touch was firm, anchoring. He turned his head, his gaze softening as he looked at the profoundly blushing Aya.

"You don’t need to be so tense," he murmured, his voice a low, calming rumble meant only for her.

Aya’s eyes flickered up to meet his for a fleeting second before darting away. When she answered, her voice was a whisper so faint it was almost carried away by the sound of their breathing. "I... I’ll try..."

A soft, throaty chuckle escaped Veronica’s lips. "We do this all the time," she mused, her gaze flicking between Julian and the blushing woman on his other thigh. "And yet, she still turns into this shy little thing every single time."

Aya shifted slightly, the movement making the sleek fabric of her bunny suit stretch taut. "It’s... it’s this outfit," she managed to explain, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s my first time wearing something so... revealing."

Julian listened, his expression patient and understanding. He slowly moved the hand that was resting on her hip, tracing a path up her side until his fingers gently curled under her chin. With the softest pressure, he guided her face until her dark, hesitant eyes met his.

"Tell me, Aya," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate caress. "Do you not like this?"

The direct question seemed to fluster her further, but she held his gaze, captivated. "I... I do," she confessed, the words trembling with sincerity. "I’m just... not used to it yet."

A slow, promising smile touched Julian’s lips. His thumb stroked the line of her jaw. "Then I will make you used to it," he vowed, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

He closed the small distance between them. Unlike the fierce, consuming kiss he had shared with Veronica, this one was different. It was a soft, questioning press of his lips against hers—patient, gentle, and incredibly sweet.

It was a kiss designed to soothe and persuade, to unravel her nerves one soft breath at a time. Aya’s rigid posture melted by a fraction, a small, surrendering sigh escaping into the space between them as she tentatively began to kiss him back.